Post by TSAGU VALIONCE on Apr 8, 2011 5:46:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2dvq6j6.jpg,true][atrb=width,453,true]    GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Tsagu Valionce [Teh-sah-goo Val-e-on-che] NICKNAMES: White Lion of Adney RACE: Mutant AGE: 29 GENDER: Male SEXUALITY:Heterosexual RESIDENCE: Isle of Adney OCCUPATION: H.A.W.K. [Knight] PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION REFLECTION: They say I must retain the appearance of the White Lion of Adney. Forever will they desire my white hair to remain perfectly styled into individual spikes to resemble a fierce mane. I have but one problem with this, for it is not why I am known as the Lion. They were not there. They did not hear the Lion's roar; a battle cry of defiance which awoke the hearts of the people. They did not feel the Lion's claw; a form of justice honed to perfection and guided by confidence. They did not see the Lion's eyes; twin gems of ruby and emerald piercing the darkness with a light wrought of tempered power. No, they are blinded to the raw truths of this world... anything that lies beyond their grasp scares these meek fools. Whenever they hear of the White Lion of Adney, the sheep will think no further than this body of mine. This uniform, more befitting of a General; a reinforced leather jacket with trailing dagger-tipped tails and more than enough capability to turning aside blade and chill alike, an underlying ballistic vest beneath my silken shirt of fabricated from two-inch-wide circular discs overlapping like scale armor to create a flexible barrier against projectiles, twin set of belts interwoven with various plates to allow for maximum strength and comfort when slinging my blade, and aether-plated boots capable of giving me a workable footing even on the hull of a craft moving in excessive speeds. I will not undermine the importance of these gifts, given to me in hopes that they would become me, accenting the black hakama I have always favored for unmatched mobility. However useful the items though, they are not the Lion. No, whenever they hear of the White Lion of Adney, the sheep do not not see the Lion. FACE CLAIM: BlazBlue, Ragna the Bloodedge PERSONALITY AND MORE THE GOOD: The good in me? Tons! I am a happy-go-lucky type of guy, who tends to give it his all with whatever the task. I've got an ambitious life ahead of me, part of my reasoning behind joining the Guard. I've been told I am quite the quick thinker, but perhaps people are just afraid of what I'll do with this big-sword of mine if they piss me off. Whatever the case, I will continue to always look forward to good and persist through the bad. [Confident, Driven, Freethinking, Ingenuitive, Reflexive Confidence is key. No statement has ever rung so true for one walking in similar shoes, for the path of a rogue HAWK is a narrow one indeed; there is no room for doubt. Having served nearly his entire term outside of martial parameters, Tsagu was forced to learn that a man without faith in himself, whether out in the farthest reaches of the Blue or in the deepest hideouts of the Down Below, was a dead man. ] THE BAD: Speaking of bad, I have my share within me. I am two-faced within my thoughts, but never will I allow anyone to see this turmoil behind my eyes. Under direct order, I will execute with perfection, but given free reign I am known to be some what unrestrained in my methods and my own devotion to my own self-founded belief in the man's role in the world, to purify it. Folly to any who would try to teach me another way, I have decided mine and I am quite the thick-headed individual. Pity, I could have revolutionized the Guard if it weren't for my lawless attitude when outside the boundaries of 'accepted' civilization. BELIEF: Self-founded. Man has veered from their set course as guardians of the Earth. This is a wrong, that must be made right. Someone must rise above the appeals and granduer seen in the land of Elysia to rebirth True Life from the Earth's scarred surface. There is only one option for those who embody the corrupting Plague of Man's Folly. Their mortal coils must be 'cleansed', and like a phoenix, the light within them shall rise from the ashes. WEAPON SLOT: Feather of the Phoenix, more commonly known as 'Feather' amongst the commoners due to an on-going joke that the sword is as light as a feather his right arm. The blade is of a rather clever but simple design, having been built to Tsagu's exact specifications. The backbone conceals an adequate supply of long-burning oil that can be applied to the blade via a release button located near the tip of the blade. A rod of ionized red steel is secured just behind the blade and machined to work in conjunction with a contact-studded barrel mounted within the hilt. There is also a secondary button just above the grip, which, when depressed will set the barrel into motion, where the contacts will grate against the bar, throwing out a multitude of sparks that are more than capable of igniting oil. LIKES AND HOBBIES: So you want to know what I like, huh? Nothing really beats a good meal. Sure the Nobles know how to throw a ball, but I am talking about the 'Good Eats' that everyone without a personal cook knows. Tracking down the criminals of the world isn't so much a hobby (technically it is my job), but more of an obsession of mine really. Just can't tolerate them. Anywho! Never one to turn down a pretty face, even though I am a bit of a bi-polar and have my moments where I'd rather be left alone. DISLIKES AND TURN-OFFS: Why do people find the need to ruin the lives of not only themselves, but the others around them as well? I wish I knew, because then perhaps I would be able to shatter their illusions and make a difference in this world. I hate knowing that my life has yet to accumulate any lasting presence in history, though I do hope to remedy that someday. Cough cough, did someone light a damn cigarette in here? Put it out before I put you out. ASPIRATIONS: I have but one true dream. The achievement of my own self-founded belief. The execution of my task brings me no pleasure, however the goal which I aspire for absolves me of the wrongs I so wish to correct. Crime itself is simply a fact in life, wrought of pure necessity. Such crimes can be forgiven so long as losses are kept to a minimum. Those who choose to continue this course however, exhibit the vile Plague that Man may become, and as such must be purified. I do what is necessary, I do what no one else has the courage to do. LOOKING BACK: I have memories, everyone does. None will ever seem so clear as that day when I learned of the H.A.W.K. My childhood studies had been less worldly back then, and while I knew of right and wrong, I was naive enough to believe that people would simply follow the path of righteousness knowing it to be right. The discovery of human's true nature would have been devastating to my life had it not come just before I witnessed the power of the H.A.W.K. in action. Not only were they standing up for that which is true... but they had the power of the King to wield as their weapon! I take no joy in the task that has been given to me. Each and every time I am forced to take the life of another, their screams and fear resonante through my soul. This does not worry me however, for it is when I do not recognize the taking of a human life that I will know I have begun to lose my way. Until then, the anguish of the purified will haunt me... however, it is a haunt that I must welcome in order to guide my blade down the Path I was destined to take. MISCELLANY: N/A. OUT OF CHARACTER OOC NAME: Tsagu (Teh-sah-goo) is fine. AGE: 20 GENDER: I'm a guy. EXPERIENCE: Eight grade. However long that has been. REFERRED BY: N/A. OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope ANYTHING ELSE: N/A. APPLICATION TEMPLATE MADE BY EDWARD, EXCLUSIVELY FOR USE ON THE BLUE |
