Mirakel
Jul 27, 2010 22:56:50 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2010 22:56:50 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 650px; background-color: #f6f7f1;] NAME: Mirakel ALIAS: The Wastelander AGE: 24 SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Undetermined OCCUPATION: Wanderer PLACE OF BIRTH: Albandian Desert, Fort Defiance RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single FAMILY: HEIGHT: 6’ 3” WEIGHT: 210 EYE COLOR: Cream HAIR COLOR: White MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral AURA COLOR: White FACE CLAIM: Calintz, Magna Carta WEAPONS AND EQUIPMENT: Sword : A blade forged in the fires of Fort Defiance, the Albandian outpost best known for its superior steel weapons. SPECIAL SKILLS: Repair: Though he carries no tools, Mirakel is quite proficient at repairing all sorts of machinery and electronic devices. Quick-draw: Whether it’s with his sword or with his crescent-shaped energy attacks, Mirakel is exceptionally adept at being quick and accurate at the drop of a hat. Often enough, his first strike is his most accurate, and all successive attacks less so. PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: |
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PERSONALITY:
Mirakel, no matter where he goes or what he does, is always seen traveling alone. He doesn’t force himself into solitude, in fact several times he has kept company with others going in the same direction. Still, he prefers to keep his thoughts and travels to himself, as he often finds the voices of others intruding on his quiet musings an annoyance.
In spite of doing most of his maturing alone and without parental guidance, the time spent on the road has instead made him quite wise to the ways of the world, often referred to as being “street smart.” He knows instinctively what areas of a city to keep clear of to avoid trouble, and if he can’t, then to pick out the shady characters that would cause problems. More than that, despite his natural desire to be alone during his travels, he is actually very adept at reading people and gauging their reactions. Of course, this doesn’t mean his inter-personal skills are any better.
It would be somewhat generous to say that Mirakel can be callous and oblivious to the feelings and belief systems. Whenever his opinion is asked, no matter the subject, he will bluntly and unashamedly give it, as long as he feels the person asking deserves it. He fully realizes that, sometimes, his opinion may not necessarily what the person actually wants to hear, and it has gotten him into his fair share of trouble. Regardless, he never filters himself, and would consider it an insult to suggest he should.
Being a loner, he doesn’t actually talk much, which has made him a great listener. Of course, this doesn’t necessarily mean that he “hears” what the person is saying, but sometimes people feel better just by talking it out. He never officially takes sides on an issue, but instead will follow his own sort of moral parameters or code of ethics, often without explaining why. His reasons for what he does are his own, and really no one else’s business.
If someone decided they wanted to be a nuisance and get in Mirakel’s way, he has a habit of giving someone one chance to get out of his face. The request will be polite and calm, without a hint of anger or reproach. He recently came to the conclusion that people just can’t come to grips with someone asking them to do something, because nobody ever moves out of his way. Rather than doing the civilized thing and asking again, he will simply go through them. This usually means a quick palm-thrust to the face and a busted lip to the aggressor, but our boy never seems perturbed. After all, he DID warn them.
As most people are wont to be, Mirakel has a weakness, and it is a truly great weakness. In fact, it may be the oldest, most predictable weakness since the dawn of mankind. Mirakel can’t resist a pretty girl. The normally calm, inflexible, stoic traveler has time and again proved that he can be swayed from his path by the touch and a wink of any lovely lady. This happens at least once in every city he visits, being himself the handsome, strong, silent type, and often proves more trouble than its worth. Often enough they turn out to be someone’s girl friend or long-time crush, and he becomes the recipient of some sort of verbal tongue-lashing or challenge. Confronted with the injured ego of the truly idiotic, Mirakel will often simply sigh, turn around, and walk away. What happens from that point on is entirely up to them.
Oh, and don’t insult his mother. EVER.
HISTORY:
The harsh, inhospitable Albandia desert is one of the most desolate and hostile environments on the planet of Eden. With roasting sands and no shade to shield away from the hot sun, and the absolutely insane drop to below-freezing temperatures during the night, to suggest that anything could eke out an existence in such a place would be absolute madness. Of course, life has never been one to follow convention. Dozens of outposts dot the map and survive by trading and bartering for anything they need. Why trade the comforts of mainland, temperate life for the daily struggles that is desert life?
Desert outpost life is nasty, brutish, and unforgiving; but above all, it is a free life. Albandia, as a resource poor region, makes it nearly impossible to colonize properly, and its brutal landscape make it a natural barrier against invasion or war. Strategically untouchable, and logistically unsound, there has never been an attempt to create an overreaching government or regulatory body to try and control the region. This means that the outposts rule themselves, so if you don’t like the way the outpost is run, then you can just take your ass to a different outpost.
Minami was a typical wasteland woman: tough, no-nonsense, and just as demanding of those around her as the white sands she called home, kept at bay by the walls of Fort Defiance. She was medium build for a woman, five feet five inches, very short black hair, and skin the color of rich caramel. Sharp as a tack while her hands were stuck deep inside the innards of some diesel-powered, smoke-belching monstrosity, yet bawdy and crass while with the rest of the workers at the outpost tavern. Her father was the foreman on the oilrig, her mother died giving birth to her brother. She could out-drink, out-curse, and put a chokehold on every other tomboy at the outpost, and even a few of the smaller guys. As big a handful as she was, it would take a special kind of patience to handle a girl like that.
Saniiro was an atypical wasteland man. Brawny, powerful, and muscles corded like a champion bull. Six-foot seven, shaved head, and an old scar across his nose from a scrap as a young teen. If Minami was a handful, loud, obnoxious, and a fan of pushing buttons, then the stoic Saniiro was the perfect man for her. He was easy to embarrass with vulgar talk and jokes, but he was just as no-nonsense as she was. Moreover, the quiet, stoic giant was thoroughly enamored with her. She caught him staring at her a couple of times, and when she asked around about him, trying to learn more about the kind of person he was, she would always hear what a great guy he was. In her mind’s eye, he sounded like a complete jerk. Nice to a fault, never rude, he was the kind of guy she loved to pick on.
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One in the morning, and the bar was nearly empty. A lithe female form sat at the counter nursing a pewter mug. In the light of the dirty, dull orange bulb overhead, the flush on her face was barely perceptible; however, the glassy eyes and petulant look on her face proved that the blush was drink-related. She chanced a look over her shoulder and snorted into her cup.
“You gonna be here all night, pretty-boy,” she asked tersely. A mountain of darkness detached itself from the gloom near the wall, and it sat next to her at the bar.
“I could ask you the same question.” Minami snorted again, but this time it was with annoyance rather than amusement.
“The hell do you care?” She raised her mug to her lips, but rather than cold metal her lips touched rough, warm skin. The palm of Saniiro’s hand gently pushed her mug back to the countertop. Her brown eyes flashed anger that this man would dare interrupt her night’s drink. His strong jaw was set like stone, and his dark brown eyes were deep, inscrutable pools. They stared at one another, neither one flinching from the daggers of hate Minami was shooting right into Saniiro’s face.
Minami was the first to flinch. She sighed irritably and looked away, her hand still gripping the mug handle.
“You can’t control me,” she said haughtily, “You don’t own me, nobody owns me.”
“I don’t want to own you. I care about you too much to do that to you.”
She sucked on her lower lip, her eyes more than just glassy, they misted with emotion. She very suddenly let go of the cup and threw a harsh jab into Saniiro’s chest. He didn’t even try to stop her.
“The FUCK you do!”
She punched him again.
“You don’t know me! You know nothing!”
She punched him again, only this time he caught her wrist before she could pull back. She stopped struggling, trying desperately to hide the tears that streamed down her cheeks. With hair shorter than most guys, she had no way to conceal them.
“Minami,” he called softly, though she didn’t respond. “Are you always such a bitch when you drink?” A few tense seconds passed, then her clenched jaw softened with a sudden burst of laughter and more tears.
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Two years later, Minami gave Saniiro twins, a bouncing baby boy and girl, Ikkaru and Kitsune. They were the pride of the two parents, and the talk of the outpost for their whole lives. When they weren’t assisting around the outpost like respectful children, they were running amok with the other young people. Ikkaru emerged as a sort-of ringleader of the rowdy band of boys, while Kitsune was always the one who could turn the boys away from making trouble with the girls. They bickered constantly, but always smiled afterwards.
Their baby brother was born six years later, and the day of his birth was the day the rumors started. Not about the baby or his family, but of the hooded strangers that took shelter in Fort Defiance during the vicious sand storm that blew up several hours prior to Minami going into labor. When the baby had been delivered and everyone was celebrating his birth, the four hooded individuals requested entrance to see the baby. Minami, of course, refused at first, but when she saw Saniiro was unable to remove them, she acquiesced to protect her family. The four inspected the baby, but didn’t touch him. He seemed to know that he was being scrutinized, because the baby frowned and squirmed the entire time.
The four conversed for several minutes before they returned. One produced a small pouch from within his robes, and sprinkled a pinch of sand over the baby’s forehead, chest, and limbs. He protested at first, writhing and crying loudly, but when the four men left he settled down and fell deeply asleep. As he grew, his hair was the pure snow-white of the desert sands, and his eyes were steel gray. His father would joke with a small hint of pride that his son was born to be a member of Defiance.
Of course, children are the cruelest creatures ever conceived by nature. Mirakel was bullied all his life, and his brother and sister could do little to protect him. The butt of constant pranks, the target of countless rocks and small scraps of metal, he did his best to ignore them and follow his father’s advice. Don’t give them a reason, don’t let them see that they hurt you, because being strong comes from forging through adversity. Defy their jeers of weakness, and you will make yourself powerful.
Through it all, he managed to make one friend; a girl, the daughter of one of his mother’s long-time friend. They didn’t spend much time together, but she was cute, and he was often very shy around her. She was friendly, and often held one-sided conversations with him. He would just smile and listen, and occasionally chuckle at the things she said, but she would always have a smile on her face whenever she was around him. Unfortunately, two months after his sixteenth birthday, her older brother saw them talking and didn’t take too kindly to how close they had become.
One day, when he was sweeping the floor of the tavern and alone, her brother confronted Mirakel.
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The broom fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and Mirakel reeled from the fist that had crashed against his face. He stumbled into a barstool and caught himself on the counter. He tried to stand, but was immediately shoved once more, this time sending him to the floor. The tall young man standing over Mirakel gave a quick sigh and shook his hand, nursing his knuckles briefly.
“Okay, so, I’ve made my point?”
It sounded like a question, but they both knew better. Mirakel had been given subtle warnings to stay away from his sister, but every time she came around he found himself unable to walk away from her. She was intoxicating, and best of all, she seemed to really care about him.
“I… I’ve kept away,” he panted before he spat on the floor, crimson with blood from his bleeding lip. “I don’t look for her, I don’t ask about her, I don’t even say her name anymore!” He pushed himself up into a sitting position. “What more do you wa-“
He was cut off by the bully’s boot crashing into his gut, driving the wind from his chest and sending him into coughing spasms. While he tried to catch the breath that eluded him, his attacker kneeled down next to him and grabbed a fistful of snow-white hair.
“You need to do like I told you,” he paused to drive another fist into Mirakel’s face, the force of which knocked him onto his back, his hands clutching his injured cheek, “and keep the fuck away from-”
“Nero, no!”
The girl’s voice cut through the violence like a hot knife through butter, and the attacker shifted his body to glance to the door.
“Get out of here, Ari.”
“B-But, Nero…”
“A-Ari… please,” Mirakel pleaded from the other side of Nero, nursing what was probably a broken cheek, “Get… help…”
“Ari, you need to turn around, and forget you ever saw this.”
She was clearly distraught and unsure of what to do. Her brother, however, would not be ignored.
“ARIANNE!”
She jumped, and turned and walked out, sobbing silently. Mirakel’s heart sank, and he slumped back to the floor, defeated.
“There, see? She doesn’t care about you.” Nero lifted Mirakel again by his hair, this time striking his face with a backhanded slap. “Nobody here wants you!” He slapped him again, the sound echoed off the tavern walls. “Not me, not your ‘friends,’ and especially not Arianne!” He balled his fist, drew back, and froze with a small gurgle.
The dust still on the floor from Mirakel’s incomplete chore swirled around them as the pressure shifted in the tavern. Mirakel slowly pushed himself onto his feet, pulling Nero up with him, his fingers wrapped around the bully’s throat. Nero struggled against it, but he was unable to remove the hand around his neck. His face was turning an uncomfortable purple, and his eyes were bulging. Nero saw that Mirakel’s hair was different, his skin was now marred by what looked like dark scars, and that somehow he had lifted Nero off his feet.
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That night, the alarm went out across the outpost that someone had started to kill people and destroy the buildings the residents had worked so hard to build. Whoever it was that had initiated the attack, it was clear that the wastelanders were outmatched. Their weapons were ineffective, and even the strongest fighters were tossed aside like so many rag dolls. The casualties were apocalyptic, and there were no survivors. Minami and Kitsune were killed when the safe house collapsed. Ikkaru caught a ricocheted bullet through the neck. Saniiro’s chest cavity collapsed from a heavy kick, and suffocated, unable to draw breath.
At the end of it all, when the fires had died and the dead littered the streets, only Mirakel was left alive. He recalled nothing of the war, but from the blood splashed across his body and the fact he was the only survivor, it wasn’t hard for him to figure out the truth. Though he knew it wouldn’t even begin to make things right, he spent the next week arranging the bodies and performing last rites. The very last thing he did after he collected supplies and a weapon and prepared to depart, he deactivated the sand-shields that had kept Fort Defiance from disappearing beneath the dunes.
Currently, he finds repentance in traveling alone, searching for a way to remove this curse.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Basic Abilities
Ki Manipulation – The ability to create energy attacks, such as darts, beams, bombs, etc.
Sense Ki – The ability to sniff out powerful individuals.
Hide Ki – The ability to hide his true strength from other sensors.
Force Fields – A bubble of energy that can defend against weak physical and energy attacks.
Sunlight Siphon – A passive ability that converts sunlight into useable energy and stores it for later use. Effectively doubles the amount of energy Mirakel can utilize. During times of rest, it can fully recharge drained energy reserves over an eight-hour period.
Advanced Abilities
Predatory State - With his practiced use of the sun’s natural energies, Mirakel has learned how to cloak himself by bending light around his body. This cloak isn’t perfect, however, as quick motions cause a visible distortion around his form. To make up for this, he can completely suppress any sort of energy signature he might put out, and won’t even register as a life form.
Solar Empowerment – A passive ability. While standing in direct sunlight, Mirakel’s energy attack and energy defense are multiplied by 1.5.
Zabatsuto Shiroi Kiba – While holding his hand over his head, Mirakel collects a potent combination of his own Ki and sunlight energy into his palm. He then swings his hand down in a diagonal path, releasing an enormous crescent blade of energy. The combination of Ki and sunlight make the blast 2.5 times as strong as his normal energy attacks; however it severely drains his reserves, limiting him to only 4 in rapid succession before fatigue prevents any more. If used in conjunction with Solar Empowerment, it has the capacity to clear a small swath of moderately dense forest to a pile of logs and field of stumps.
Sunlight Familiar – Mirakel can manipulate Ki with the best of them. Infusing it with sunlight creates something new and unique. Mirakel can then further infuse it with a form, a purpose, and thereby create a temporary ally to fight with him. Most often, it will take the shape of a male white Bengal tiger. Mildly transparent and luminescent, the familiar is an ideal companion when traveling in dark places. Keen senses will sniff out prey or threats in even the darkest tunnels or forests.
The familiar is less ideal during combat situations. Composed of nothing more tangible than Ki and sunbeams, the creature only has one strike in it before it will burst into a brilliantly blinding flash of light and be gone.
Mirakel can summon two consecutively and still be able to fight. Four will drain him almost completely.
Sunburst Dash – In desperate times, Mirakel can summon the use of all of his energies and convert his very body into light. Though Teleportation is a (barely) faster mode of movement, this Dash, if the path remains in direct light, has triple the range. Moreover, the Dash can take him into the air and over obstacles. On the downside, the sheer amount of used energy immensely drains his power and deactivates Solar Empowerment for several hours.
Ultimate Abilities
Curse of the Shiroi Tora – During a period of extreme emotional turbulence, Mirakel’s calm demeanor breaks and the cause of his silent shame comes to the surface. At first, the original blessing becomes apparent; his body will shift and change, and with each change comes an increase in his fighting skills and abilities. The first thing that will change will be his demeanor; his normally calm expression becomes a locked-on predatory glare, his eyes become cat-like slits. At the same time, gold colored stripes show up on his skin and his nails grow a little longer and pointed. This signifies an increase in reaction, speed, and senses. After a few more moments, his hair grows to shoulder-length and his canines elongate into visible fangs, all of which indicate the boost in strength that accompanies these changes. The final change is the appearance of dark-gold tiger stripes that appear on his skin. If his opponent can’t defeat him at this point, then there becomes no hope for it. The stripes mean his ability to absorb sunlight doubles, and his energy attacks and defenses double again, stacking on top of his Solar Empowerment, and adds eight more Zabatsuto Shiroi Kiba attacks to his arsenal.
As soon as the changes begin, however, the blessing becomes a curse. The further into the transformation Mirakel goes, the less and less he cares about those around him, be they friend, foe, or innocent. Personal property becomes a foreign concept, and he will do whatever it takes to finish off his opponent. If anyone, even a loved one, tries to stop him, they will become the newest targets on his list. Anyone or anything in his way will be swiftly and harshly dealt with.
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