Post by Reeve deGrey on Jul 22, 2007 23:58:17 GMT -5
General information[/b]
Name: Reeve deGrey
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: Schiavona
Rank: 2
Symbol:
Birthday: February 11th
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 170
Personality: A conscience? Reeve possesses a bit? While as a child he may have had a great amount, while his new life came a new personality which only knew the most important things, mainly, obey orders without discussion. He does not think to even rebel against its employers, for they are the ones to bring him new life. Never having received love from anyone, the young man does not know the meaning of this word. For him, the alone philosophy is "to follow the orders, and that success will lead to other orders". Reeve is totally empty spirited, almost an empty shell... this is especially reflected in battle, though if anything else, it is very reflected and strategic, it can help him make a very elaborate plan quickly, though he will only put it to action if it is for himself... never speaking to others... maybe a small one word answer "yes" or "no", but do not hope to have a conversation with him... His heart is buried under years of hate... In summary, Reeve is a guy that obeys orders easily, without discussion, without rebelling. He would be ready to give his life to do an order and so far there has never been an exception to this...
Appearance:
Powers
Powers:Reeve is able to modify the air around him, he is able to pull visions of things far away as well as sounds and smells. When in combat, he is able to use the wind for various things such as to boost his speed, a shield, and a way to mess up enemy attacks and to assault the enemy.
Nickname:Zephyr Reeve
Background
History: In a town surround by a chain of mountains, some years ago a young child came to the world, this child had black hair, as black as coal, and eyes red like blood... a child with a beautiful face, even though he never smiled. His family position was so strange that he practically never saw his father and very little of his mother. No one took care of him, when someone was there they thought to feed him but nothing else... sometimes that could be once a day or once a week. This child was without emotions, with a body that could be at his advantage, but with the lack of food, the child was very weaken physically. When he came to an age to be able to fend for himself, The young child nourished himself all alone, hunting sometimes but he lived principally by picking, his mother was so unconcerned about him that she would leave for week. When she did return she did nothing but yell at him and abuse him and all he would do in return would be to lower his head and close his eyes, occasionally murmuring some incoherent words, perhaps a tear that would slide along his cheek.
Some months after his birthday, when he returned after a weekly training, he noticed that there was a disturbing silence in the house... usually, there always was a noise reassuring himor but this time nothing happened... no person to welcome him, or even to reprimand him. Reeve entered into the house and after some steps, noticed that he had walked on a strange reddish liquid... this liquid...was blood.
The young child glanced around in terror, there was a blood pool some meters off from him, the red liquid escaping from the body of its owner... to his horror, his eyes lay upon the mangled corpse of his mother. At that very moment, a silent scream escaped from mouth of the child. He was paralyzed by the fear, he could not even move or breathe and only felt the rage and the fear that the dead member of his family cast upon him. The culprit of the crime was long gone... it reflected the happenings of already several hours. In normal time, the child would have been weeping all of the tears he possibly could, screaming over the body the nickname most children gave their creators but instead, he realized that she had never cared for him and that his mother had hated him so why should he feel compassion for her even now? With this though he looked down at the blood but not in horror this time but knowing that a yoma had done this and she had suffered horribly before she had died…a fitting punishment.
Leaving the house he headed for the mountain knowing he truly had nothing here for him. He wandered for days, his time occupied by day dreams, and he was only aware enough to eat and make sure he did not fall off a cliff and die. While he day dreamed a figure approached the boy discreetly.
A human? They had the pace of a human... although his hair was not very common, pale blond... almost white. Its eyes? silver-plated, almost as white as his hair. A young man approached the child, with the same impassive face that he held and he stopped for a moment eyeing the boy.
"Hey, you!"
The young child turned itself towards the unknown one, offering him a face empty of emotions, his pupils very small. He was covered in dried blood, some his own from the journey in the mountains while some was still that of his mothers. The young man wrinkled his eyes and approached the child, he put a knee to earth and looked at the boy when he didn’t reply. The man was somewhat surprised to see this degrading spectacle... a child that was perhaps 10 though no less with a face of an adult, covered with blood...
"What do you want?" the child asked.
The young man sighed, then looked at the child straight in the eyes.
"The town of Tora is where?" the man asked and the child nodded his head, without much expression. He pointed his finger the direction opposite the way the unknown one had come.
"Descend the mountain while taking this direction and you will arrive to the town. ..”
The man looked at the child wondering why he was here and asked…
"What are you doing here?"
The child’s face remained impassive as he thought about it and as he did so, a yoma began to emerge from its hiding place, the smell of blood too tempting to resist. A small noise made by the yoma gave away its presence though the man knew it was there already and looking towards the beast, the child raised his finger to point at it.
"You came for that?" the man asked curiously though the child’s bloody appearance gave some explanation for why he had come for it.
As the yoma descended upon the two, the man unsheathed his sword slowly smiling. In the blink of an eye he dispatched the yoma, replacing his large sword on his back.
Leveling an eye back on the child he knelt low again,
“What is your name?"
The child looked at him with an absent air
"It isn’t important. ..”
The man smiled softly and asked the child again with the patience of a saint. The child sighed softly but grudging gave his name.
"... Reeve... and you?"
Though the man seemed to notice, he paid no attention to a woman that had appeared dressed all in black. Rather than wait the woman snapped darkly,
“Tristan, do not take affection for humans…there still may be yoma to eliminate in the town.”
As the man called Tristan disappeared for the town the woman in black eyes him with interest. After a moment she made a movement as if to follow the man but as she neared his side, threw a fist towards his head and for a moment it seemed as if the child was not going to react but then he moved out of the way of the swing, turning his cold eyes towards the woman who even though he face was covered he could tell was smirking.
In that instance, the black clad woman decided that he was one of the rare children whom she could take back to the association and train to try and become like the man who had just left. Holding out a delicate hand to the child she intended to take him back with her. For a moment the child regarded the hand and deciding that he had nothing else to live for took the hand, setting in motion the rest of his life as what the people called a Schiavona.
Other: nope...
Name: Reeve deGrey
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: Schiavona
Rank: 2
Symbol:
Birthday: February 11th
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 170
Personality: A conscience? Reeve possesses a bit? While as a child he may have had a great amount, while his new life came a new personality which only knew the most important things, mainly, obey orders without discussion. He does not think to even rebel against its employers, for they are the ones to bring him new life. Never having received love from anyone, the young man does not know the meaning of this word. For him, the alone philosophy is "to follow the orders, and that success will lead to other orders". Reeve is totally empty spirited, almost an empty shell... this is especially reflected in battle, though if anything else, it is very reflected and strategic, it can help him make a very elaborate plan quickly, though he will only put it to action if it is for himself... never speaking to others... maybe a small one word answer "yes" or "no", but do not hope to have a conversation with him... His heart is buried under years of hate... In summary, Reeve is a guy that obeys orders easily, without discussion, without rebelling. He would be ready to give his life to do an order and so far there has never been an exception to this...
Appearance:
Powers
Powers:Reeve is able to modify the air around him, he is able to pull visions of things far away as well as sounds and smells. When in combat, he is able to use the wind for various things such as to boost his speed, a shield, and a way to mess up enemy attacks and to assault the enemy.
Nickname:Zephyr Reeve
Background
History: In a town surround by a chain of mountains, some years ago a young child came to the world, this child had black hair, as black as coal, and eyes red like blood... a child with a beautiful face, even though he never smiled. His family position was so strange that he practically never saw his father and very little of his mother. No one took care of him, when someone was there they thought to feed him but nothing else... sometimes that could be once a day or once a week. This child was without emotions, with a body that could be at his advantage, but with the lack of food, the child was very weaken physically. When he came to an age to be able to fend for himself, The young child nourished himself all alone, hunting sometimes but he lived principally by picking, his mother was so unconcerned about him that she would leave for week. When she did return she did nothing but yell at him and abuse him and all he would do in return would be to lower his head and close his eyes, occasionally murmuring some incoherent words, perhaps a tear that would slide along his cheek.
Some months after his birthday, when he returned after a weekly training, he noticed that there was a disturbing silence in the house... usually, there always was a noise reassuring himor but this time nothing happened... no person to welcome him, or even to reprimand him. Reeve entered into the house and after some steps, noticed that he had walked on a strange reddish liquid... this liquid...was blood.
The young child glanced around in terror, there was a blood pool some meters off from him, the red liquid escaping from the body of its owner... to his horror, his eyes lay upon the mangled corpse of his mother. At that very moment, a silent scream escaped from mouth of the child. He was paralyzed by the fear, he could not even move or breathe and only felt the rage and the fear that the dead member of his family cast upon him. The culprit of the crime was long gone... it reflected the happenings of already several hours. In normal time, the child would have been weeping all of the tears he possibly could, screaming over the body the nickname most children gave their creators but instead, he realized that she had never cared for him and that his mother had hated him so why should he feel compassion for her even now? With this though he looked down at the blood but not in horror this time but knowing that a yoma had done this and she had suffered horribly before she had died…a fitting punishment.
Leaving the house he headed for the mountain knowing he truly had nothing here for him. He wandered for days, his time occupied by day dreams, and he was only aware enough to eat and make sure he did not fall off a cliff and die. While he day dreamed a figure approached the boy discreetly.
A human? They had the pace of a human... although his hair was not very common, pale blond... almost white. Its eyes? silver-plated, almost as white as his hair. A young man approached the child, with the same impassive face that he held and he stopped for a moment eyeing the boy.
"Hey, you!"
The young child turned itself towards the unknown one, offering him a face empty of emotions, his pupils very small. He was covered in dried blood, some his own from the journey in the mountains while some was still that of his mothers. The young man wrinkled his eyes and approached the child, he put a knee to earth and looked at the boy when he didn’t reply. The man was somewhat surprised to see this degrading spectacle... a child that was perhaps 10 though no less with a face of an adult, covered with blood...
"What do you want?" the child asked.
The young man sighed, then looked at the child straight in the eyes.
"The town of Tora is where?" the man asked and the child nodded his head, without much expression. He pointed his finger the direction opposite the way the unknown one had come.
"Descend the mountain while taking this direction and you will arrive to the town. ..”
The man looked at the child wondering why he was here and asked…
"What are you doing here?"
The child’s face remained impassive as he thought about it and as he did so, a yoma began to emerge from its hiding place, the smell of blood too tempting to resist. A small noise made by the yoma gave away its presence though the man knew it was there already and looking towards the beast, the child raised his finger to point at it.
"You came for that?" the man asked curiously though the child’s bloody appearance gave some explanation for why he had come for it.
As the yoma descended upon the two, the man unsheathed his sword slowly smiling. In the blink of an eye he dispatched the yoma, replacing his large sword on his back.
Leveling an eye back on the child he knelt low again,
“What is your name?"
The child looked at him with an absent air
"It isn’t important. ..”
The man smiled softly and asked the child again with the patience of a saint. The child sighed softly but grudging gave his name.
"... Reeve... and you?"
Though the man seemed to notice, he paid no attention to a woman that had appeared dressed all in black. Rather than wait the woman snapped darkly,
“Tristan, do not take affection for humans…there still may be yoma to eliminate in the town.”
As the man called Tristan disappeared for the town the woman in black eyes him with interest. After a moment she made a movement as if to follow the man but as she neared his side, threw a fist towards his head and for a moment it seemed as if the child was not going to react but then he moved out of the way of the swing, turning his cold eyes towards the woman who even though he face was covered he could tell was smirking.
In that instance, the black clad woman decided that he was one of the rare children whom she could take back to the association and train to try and become like the man who had just left. Holding out a delicate hand to the child she intended to take him back with her. For a moment the child regarded the hand and deciding that he had nothing else to live for took the hand, setting in motion the rest of his life as what the people called a Schiavona.
Other: nope...
