Savage 7 (OOC & SU)

Here's one for ya! It's not quite finished, and I still need a sample post, but that'll be filled in VERY soon:

Name: Darius Nikolaidis
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Rank: 3
Alias: X

Weapons:
Darius dual wields a pair of keyblades, which possess blades that are akin to katana, in the sense that they have a curve, and seem to have been crafted in a similar fashion. The blades are maintained with an illustrious shine, and of course, are never dull. The hilts of the blades are standard for keyblades, except that near the blades on both keyblades, there is a unique formation of a Yin and Yang symbol contorted around in a hugging manner. While nameless by nature, he has dubbed the pair Honor and Justice.

Powers/Element:

Spiritual Infinity –
Darius holds an affinity for the metaphysical force that has long been referred to as “chi.” Chi is, as it’s been agreed upon, is the essential spiritual foundation of all of life, which forms the very souls of beings with and without hearts. In beings with hearts, as Darius is, this force is far more potent, and by that matter, destructive. And it would hardly be considered a power, if it weren’t for the fact that he holds the ability to manipulate this force at least within his own self.

Digging into the very spiritual essence of his own person he can achieve powers that can be instigated in any environment, and almost any circumstance. Given that this force is the essence of life, he can bend it within his body to augment his own physical strength and energy output to fit the need of his situation. By externalizing the energy from the chi itself, he can instigate a massive series of attacks, defenses, and maneuvers limited only by his imagination and ingenuity.

Due to a naturally “large” “reserve” of said chi, he can achieve these effects with little to no depletion or fatigue, except in the most trying of situations.

In the beginnings of his training in the arts of chi, Darius was exposed to a then radical theory. This theory asserted that each world, and the very heart of all worlds, possessed their own spiritual essence which, if focused on correctly could be used to create even more powerful effects than a person’s own chi. Yet it is also theorized that such forces are extremely difficult to master, and require a far more powerful manner of mental focus on chi. What’s more, they have been deemed by the few chi experts as unstable, and one with the power to use them for his or her own will would hold a potential power far too horrible to imagine, and one that, by any means, shouldn’t even exist within mortal power.

While Darius has delved into the taboo research with such forces as “world chi”, but he has barely even scratched the surface of the subject. He has managed to achieve the minimal effect of drawing in energy for attacks, this only the beginning of what he hopes to achieve. What's more, is that he has worked the ability to sense other people's chi, giving him a sixth sense of sorts.

Personality:
In two words: Confusingly Deep. Having been an understudy in the obscure arts of chi manipulation, and spiritual theories, he has developed a far more spiritual attitude towards life. Even in his quest for Kingdom Hearts, he seems to hold himself to a strict regime of meditation, and prayer of sorts. He speaks only when he has information of importance, or when something simply must be said for the good of the group, and it is best off this way, as his everyday thought would lead to philosophical discussion, and conflicts of beliefs.

Appearance:
Ever since the age of 12, which saw the start of his physical training under the legendary Hercules, Darius has striven to be as physically fit as he possibly can be. And by a look at his body today, he has more than achieved this goal. At a height of five feet ten inches, he has an almost flawlessly formed body, with the notable exceptions of a few minor natural deformities, which are so insignificant that they aren’t even worth the mention at this point. His muscles are clearly kept, and of course, strong even in their appearance, being akin to any Olympian hero. His posture is one of a smooth and defined nature, and each movement his body makes is done so with a strong sense of purpose.

His skin has a glossed, shined tan, which is rather on the dark side, though not very much so. The texture is generally perceived as smooth, and soft, which is a shock considering the amount of muscle tissue underneath. His chest, and his abs bear a series of rough scars indicating a rough past, to some extent, or possibly just one of a foolish youth. Either way, they are there. Upon his back, aligned perfectly with his neck, and reaching half way down, is a tattoo, which depicts a Chinese dragon rising, between two crossed broadswords, similar to those held by the two large statues in front of the Coliseum at Olympus.

Detracting somewhat from his generally attractive appearance is his hair. Dark brown in color, it is long, wild, and untamed by anyone at this point. He also maintains a five o’clock shadow.

His attire is not entirely consistent from moment to moment. In training and non-mission oriented affairs, he wears a more simplistic style of clothing, usually consisting of an open black silk made vest, a pair of semi baggy black sweat pants, and red and black martial arts shoes. Yet in battle, he adorns his ancestral attire. This attire consists of a set of scaled armor, and a red under shirt and “skirt” so to speak, and armored leggings.

Biography:
Thirteen years ago, there existed a small village resting in the shadow of a powerful mountain, which was both feared, and revered by all of the people. Both old and young, rich and poor, strong and weak, man and women knew that this mountain sat the seats of the greatest powers in their worlds. Legend had it that the Gods themselves had made this peak their place of home, where they would go about their everyday lives and disperse from to complete their tasks on the mortal world. It was both an honor, and a fear enticer to live the shadow of such a powerful place.

Yet the legends of these mighty Gods, who held such great power over so many men, intrigued a young boy in the village. He had heard the legends many times over since he could first understand speech, and had been allured to the notion of these immortal beings. It wasn’t long before this boy would be motivated to seek out the top of this mountain, and see the Gods for himself. And he was set on this path by yet another “legend of old.” For the sake of getting a laugh, this boy’s uncle fed him a made up story of how a man had once climbed up the mountain and met the Gods. As he had managed to reach the top, the gods allowed him to become one of their own, and granted him power, and immortality.

Believing his uncle to be truthful, and unaware that he had had no intention for his nephew to actually climb the mountain, the boy packed as much as he could into a single carrying pouch, and climbed up the mountain. But before long, his food began to run short, and his water depleted to almost nothing. And he was, by his guess, not even half way up the mountain. He became desperate. Taking up the dagger he bought with him, he replenished his stocks with several anima meats, hunted down personally. Each time he would run out of food, he would hunt, and restock his supplies.

As time passed, he lost sight of his village from the altitude he stood at, and the weather began to get harsh. And little did he know that his parents and other family had been searching the village and the surrounding area in search of him, and had since declared him dead. Yet all that concerned him was getting t the top of the mountain. So he trekked onward towards the hopeful top of the mountain, until finally, he came to the very top of the peak, and found himself both in a warm, and beach like setting, apparently having passed into heaven itself. Before him was a large door, looked over by two warriors lunged at each other, blades crossed.

He was greeted soon by a short, “pigman” who went by the name of Phil, who interrogated him as to how he had arrived upon the “Coliseum”, as the place was apparently known. He struggled to explain his adventure up the mountain he realized that he had been climbing for two years straight, surviving in harsh mountain conditions. This brought him to tears, as he realized that he had caused both panic and despair amongst his people. But Phil was quick to dry his tears by stating that a messenger from the Coliseum had been sent down to the village a year ago to inform his people that he was in fact alive still. They had known he would be coming.

So in the following three years, the boy, Darius, had worked his way into an exciting life in the Coliseum. He was gifted with free ring side seats to many of the battles and tournaments, and even got a chance to help out in the arena, setting up the ring for matches. Adding to his benefits of working at the Coliseum was his personal training, which was overseen by none other than Hercules himself. Naturally, under such instruction, age fifteen saw the young Darius in prime physical condition, and by age sixteen he was permitted by Phil and Herc to battle in the Coliseum. While his opponents were usually weaker than most others, he showed great promise as a warrior, with strength, and the heart to go with it.

While winning the majority of his matches in the Coliseum it was only natural that Darius would also lose his fair share. On such match sticks out well in his mind above all others. It was a battle against an older man, perhaps in his sixties, though by looking at him one would assume him to be younger. His name was Zen Fei Hui, a man said to be revered in his parts. While Darius had put up the good fight against Zen, he was defeated when the warrior used a secret power, which not only knocked Darius out, but also left him seriously impressed after the battle.

Following waking up from being knocked out, Darius gave chase of Zen as he departed the Coliseum. He asked the man where he had come from, to which he was met by the answer of “Land of Dragons”. He then asked the man what nature of power he had used in the battle. The man answered, “chi”. Darius, in a semi frustration replied with two simple words: “TEACH ME”.

Not one to decline a student, Zen Fei Hui took the young Darius Nikolaidis under his wing as a pupil in martial arts and in the use of chi. This training went on for some four years, during which the youthful warrior learned the various manners in which the force known as chi could be manipulated for practical use. It was a difficult road to take, and Zen’s teaching method was far from being standard. Regardless, by age twenty, he had apparently mastered this art, and was set off on a journey of personal advancement, working solo to transcend his own limits.

Although he was missing for many of the events surrounding Sora and the Organization among other things, he was made well aware of such events by travelers that he had met along his way. Their information, while biased normally towards one side or the other, at least had merit to it, and was thus believable in the long run. Thus, he has returned to the forefront of activity, but news to his displeasure has reached his ears. Zen Fei Hui has fallen ill, and with no cure to his illness available, there is only one hope remaining. Darius must seek out the fabled "Kingdom Hearts", and use its power to cure his master.

Sample RP Style:
(Coming Soon)

 

1. I've made one last addition to Darius' template under his abilities, it's nothing extreme.

2. For a sample, would you like for us to write something off the top of out heads, or should we reference something we've already done?

Also, does Darian really NEED so many elements?