Post by Rykoyo on Mar 25, 2010 0:38:54 GMT -5
Full Name: Rykoyo
Age: Appears 20
Race: Fallen Angel
Powers (if Fallen angel or other): Atmokinesis, Biokinesis
Appearance: He stands just under six feet tall, at 5'11, with a lean and angular build. There is almost never a time when you will see him as anything other than relaxed and alert. He moves with purpose and certainty, projecting confidence in both himself and in his destination, even when he has no destination at all. Uniformly steel blue, his hair is styled in long, thin spikes that hang freely down to just past his ears, with a few bangs occasionally straying between his eyes. A few shades lighter than his hair, his eyes appear at first glance to be flat, but a closer look shows them instead to be highly expressive, a reflection of his open personality. He is fair, but not startlingly so. His skin contrasts well with his eyes, and serves to draw an observer's gaze to his own.
His preferred outfit is a pair of deep blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt, with a grey hoodie over it. His shoes are black Velcro-secured sneakers. He wears a strap of leather on his left shoulder, positioned in such a way as to meet at the precise center of his back. Where the ends meet, there is a cup of hardened leather with a small hole at its bottom. He uses this cup of leather to hold his staff and free up his hands. This however, and his staff, he keeps cloaked from sight with a precise application of atmokinesis.
His staff is especially and uniquely suited for melee combat. Precisely six feet long from tip to tip, it is made of sturdy white oak wood with a sharp steel tipping the bottom. Contrasting sharply with the more usual polished spherical shape, a large columnar piece of raw stone is mounted on the top. It is unique in that its color, a rich blue, changes shades depending on the angle it's viewed at. Clutching the gem is a three foot tall, intricately detailed bronze eagle frozen in an aggressive and intimidating stance. It is hunched over, its head tucked and extended forward. Its wings are flexed overhead, fully displayed and with the widely slotted primary flight feathers prominent. Its beak is wide open in a fierce cry. Each individual flight feather is expertly sharped to a razor edge, with the slotted wingtip feathers transformed into individual stilettos and the rest forming a single large, wavy blade down each wing. The feather-stilettos are positioned in such a way that each is on their own plane, parallel to their neighbors, resulting in multiple wounds upon impact. The already viciously hooked beak is honed with the same care to a keen, needle-sharp tip. Overall, the design is meant to optimize both stabbing and slashing strikes made with the weapon.
Extending to a grand total of fifteen feet, Rykoyo's wings are a complicated affair, to say the least. The outer flight feathers are a shimmering silver-grey, tipped with a gleaming obsidian black, but are otherwise unremarkable. The reinforcing second layer, however, is quite intricate. A shiny navy blue, they're interwoven with complex snowy white tracery, like some great tangled spider-web held against a deepening twilight sky. After them comes a wide section of small feathers, held directly against the skin below that covers the bones and muscle. These may be the most subtly beautiful of all of them. Each tiny feather is a slightly different shade of very light pastel blues, purples, and greens, with unobtrusive darker or lighter whorls throughout, coming together for a lovely shimmering layer.
Personality: Generally breezy and outgoing, he is prone to wanderings of all sorts, never content to be in one place for very long. He can often be found in a random, secluded spot lost in daydreams. He forever maintains, however, that he has an excellent sense of direction ("I'm only lost if I admit it, and I'm always right where I want to be!") Whenever he happens to meet someone, he's up front about pretty much everything (read as: transparent as a window pane). He is fey, given to following his own whims as they take him. In the company of others, he ranges from being friendly (to the point of excess) and a tad eccentric to peevish and sharp-tongued, but generally somewhat civil, depending on his first impressions. He is quick to trust, fiercely loyal to his friends and comrades, showing his best to them and his worst to their foes, but is by no means naive. He is very fond of playing mind games, which he justifies with his belief that it's good to make people stop and think. His entire manner seems to shift in battle, revealing him to possess a coolly analytical mind and a distinct streak of ruthless practicality. He truly is as capricious as he seems on the outside, but he buttresses it all with a solid foundation of common sense. He cares deeply for those who are hurt or troubled, and will do his best to reach out and help them anyway he can, passing on a bit of his sunniness.
Never a believer in the status quo, he seeks to shake things up wherever he goes, leaving a lasting impression on all that he meets. Complementing his free-spirited thinking, he holds a very strong dislike toward stagnancy in any and every sense of the word. He is disdainful of brute force approaches, believing subtlety and cunning to be far more effective means to obtaining an end, though he abhors deception of any kind.
He is a big fan of wolves and raptors (of the predatory bird sort). He admires them for the sense of freedom and independence they convey, as well as the paradoxes in what they are and what they seem to be. For these same reasons, he is also fond of the wind, and by extension, he very much likes wind instruments, making the flute his instrument of choice.
Job: He's a free-lancer, offering assistance to whomever he finds in need of it, without expecting any compensation. He isn't above accepting gifts, though, and he always does so with a smile.
RP Sample: Rykoyo silently slipped into the garden, sparing a bit of concentration to keep his feet a few inches off the ground so as not to disturb the precious greenery as he walked. He gazed around at the garden, and though the reason for his presence here was quite serious, he was unable to keep an excited twinkle from his eyes.
"What at a perfect place to explore! It's so open!" he thought gleefully.
He closed his eyes as he concentrated a bit more. Within moments, a pleasant breeze meandered through the garden. Satisfied, he thought,
"There. That's even better."
Looking around, he found a tree to his liking and settled to the ground beneath it, making himself comfortable as he began to wait.
