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| Sararingo | Feb 7 2013, 11:07 PM Post #1 |
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Character Name: Nails Age: 16 Gender: Female Type: Weapon [Trench Knife] Partnered? Yes (w/ Trent) Image: ![]() ![]() Clothing and description: Nails stands at about 5'7", a little tall or her age and sex. Her form is well-filled; her bust is an admirable size paired a curvaceous hip-to-waist ratio. At first glance, she may seem a little older than she actually was. She has a shocking tuft of violet-blue hair atop her head, with the bangs covering her left eye at all times. The rest is tucked behind her right ear, with two stray strands hanging down against her cheek. Just beneath her right eye is a dark scar, a reminder of her history. The back of her locks swoop entirely to the left, stylized similarly to her weapon form, a trench knife. Her eyes are usually half-lidded due to never-ending boredom, but when Nails feels excitement or the heat of battle, the deep violet orbs spark to life. A fire burns within them whenever she is working hard towards something or determined to succeed. Her skin is a sun-kissed tan, as she spends a decent amount of time outside either training or just spending some time by herself while skipping class. Just above her left breast is another scar, very likely among many that adorn her body. On her right shoulder, a tattoo is emblazoned upon her skin- a black, almost blade-like tribal pattern that matches her partner's. In terms of clothing, Nails cannot stand feeling restricted. Because of this she is frequently in sleeveless, open-collared shirts made up of complementary cool colors or black and brown. Considering how much she loves her hair color, she typically finds accents near that shade, thinking it to be the most beautiful color possible. More often than not she is wearing baggy pants that hang very loosely around her feet; though she has been warned that she may trip on them in battle, Nails ignores any and all advice of this fashion, preferring to have more freedom in her legs than worrying about the fine points of not dying in a fight. Unlike the rest of her outfit, she always wears the same shoes; black boots that are well-tended and shined frequently, the interior lined with steel to keep her precious toes safe. When out on missions, Nails' outfit is a black leather top, with an open front that shows her ample cleavage and no sleeves. On the back is a flaming skull, a symbol of the biker gang she hails from. The collar opens in a butterfly-like pattern, with violet accents along the edge; it cuts off just beneath her navel. Her pants are a pair of baggy khakis that hang low on her form, usually showing the very top trim of her undergarments. In her weapon form, Nails takes on the form of a trench knife, fitted specially for Trent's left hand. Its hilt, the same deep blue-purple as her hair, is emblazoned with the tattoo upon her shoulder. The rest of the knuckle guard is a subtle brown shade, playing off the rest of the gaudy weapon. The blade itself is about six inches long, black, and serrated along the top. It curves just ever-so-slightly along the bottom. History: Nails was born and raised in California. Her life has been a bit unusual, but not really bad- in fact, she looks back upon it with fondness. Her parents were both a part of a biker gang that went by 'The Blazing Skulls'. When her mother discovered that she was pregnant, she and her partner discussed settling down for all of two seconds before deciding that their child would just be raised as one of the gang. And so, she was. Nails, as they named her, grew up as just another one of their group. She learned how to ride one of the bikes when she was about three-years-old by herself. Granted, her father had to help her reach the handles all the way, but she got the hang of it eventually. She was raised in a world of little discipline, where your fighting ability and your knowledge of the streets kept you alive. She admired her gang immensely. And yet, funnily enough, she was not the only child being raised this way. Trent, another gang couple's son, was just about her age and being raised in the same environment as she. For a while she really didn't care for him- she felt like she was way better than him- but she really didn't have a choice in terms of choosing friends. Eventually the pair got over themselves and found out that they could make pretty good companions to each other if they actually tried. The Blazing Skulls did what they wanted, when they wanted. It was an unusual environment to rear children in. Nails and Trent learned all kinds of different skills that most children never even dreamed of- stealing, lying, fighting, learning how to get out of tough situations. Nails was never enrolled in a school of any sort, and thus the only amount of education she has is street smarts and the very basic amount of writing, reading and arithmetic skills her parents could teach her. As Nails got older, she got more headstrong and ready to take on enemies. The Blazing Skulls ran into opposition frequently in towns that they stopped in, and Nails had run-ins with more than a few violent adversaries. Though she initially thought it would be better to retreat from these battles, she found that her opponents would frequently heckle her...and when she returned to her gang, they would do the same. Because of this, she started loathing anything that might be seen as running away from a confrontation. Though one might argue that this was a negative thing, Nails herself believed that it was braver to stand up to her enemy and not just run away like a coward with your life. One evening, she and Trent decided to head out to a bar, looking to get a drink. She knew they were underage, but their parents had given them a pair of fake licenses to get into taverns with. They'd done so several times before; she hadn't thought this time would be so different. Yet when they arrived, they realized just what they had done wrong; the bar was Black Bolts' territory. The Black Bolts, their rival gang, were vicious and always made it a point to attack any Blazing Skull members on sight...and preferably kill them. They had tried to escape, but three gang members had tailed them, managing to cut them off and corner them in an alleyway. With two on one side and one on the other, Trent grabbed her arm and started toward the individual, hoping to knock him over and get past quickly enough...but Nails refused. She wanted to stand her ground. There was a strange pulse sensation inside of her, and a flash of light surrounded her vision. The oddest feeling enveloped her, and in another swift moment, she had suddenly changed into the form of a weapon. She had screamed at him to stand his ground and fight- it was worthless to run. And so they had, emerging from the situation alive and making it back to The Blazing Skulls as quickly as possible. Nails, out of breath and excited out of her mind, told everyone about how she had turned into a weapon and kicked everyone's ass. Trent helped, of course. Though Nails hadn't understood the implications of being a weapon and meister pair when she first realized what had happened, Trent had known. By the time he had told her though, it was too late; the two were given a nice, bright red motorcycle and sent on their way to the DWMA. For a time, Nails regretted having opened her fat mouth and said anything- school work and the like was just not her style. Yet even so, it was an opportunity to get stronger, and one she would just have to take. One day, she would be the absolute strongest, and she would never, ever have to run from anything. Personality: At very first glance, one might think that Nails was a mature adult. Her form is curvy and she looks refined...that is, at least until she opens her mouth. Much like her partner, Nails is a punk. She's a tad more mean-spirited than her friend, taking teasing and name-calling further and further until it reaches a breaking point with their victims. It is often because of her that they get into duels, and though she has been reprimanded for it many times, Nails doesn't seem like she'll stop anytime soon. She is always snickering about something in times of peace, finding humor in things that most usually wouldn't. Because of this she can be a tad unnerving, treating many things like a great big joke when one is supposed to be serious. In the midst of battle, Nails tends to get a little bloodthirsty and more reckless than her partner. She completely advocates his dirty fighting, egging him on and trying to find easy openings while he strikes. She enjoys winning, as it gives her a high unlike any other she's ever experienced, not to mention a step-up to make fun of people with. Even so, she isn't a sore loser if they are bested fairly. Though she is extremely hypocritical, she will not give respect to an opponent who does not fight fairly, regardless of the fact that they themselves don't either. It's not difficult to get Nails to open up about herself. She's willing to disclose all sorts of personal information, but though she can tell someone every tiny fact about herself without batting an eyelash, she does not truly trust much of anyone until they have proven themselves to her. Just how, exactly, one is supposed to "prove" themselves seems to be something that only Nails is able to determine. Perhaps it is assisting her and her meister in combat. Perhaps it's giving her their lunch. It depends on all sorts of factors that Nails comes up with typically on the fly. Her closest friend and ally is Trent, her meister. He is quite possibly the only individual she has come into frequent contact with that she has any amount of respect for. Due to this they are able to match soul wavelengths very easily, as they know more about each other than anyone else. Though she is not attracted to him romantically, he is her absolute best friend. It is not unlike her to hang on him or lean on him. Though it typically takes a lot to truly get under Nails' skin, when her anger is peaked, the girl immediately throws herself into a fight. As she is not a good fighter without her meister, Trent always goes in with her, bringing them both into the midst of a battle they may not be quite prepared for. Regardless of the consequences, Nails will not falter from a fight until she or Trent is unable to move anymore. "Retreat" is not in her vocabulary, for better or for worse. Abilities: Technique Name: Transform Effects/Description: Nails' whole body turns into a trench blade to be wielded in Trent's left hand. In this form she is not able to attack by herself; she must be used by a meister to be effective at all. She is able to appear from the shoulders up in the black blade when she needs to speak to her partner. Its hilt, the same deep blue-purple as her hair, is emblazoned with the tattoo upon her shoulder. The rest of the knuckle guard is a subtle brown shade, playing off the rest of the gaudy weapon. The blade itself is about six inches long, black, and serrated along the top. It curves just ever-so-slightly along the bottom. Technique Name: Partial Transform Effects/Description: A large, six-inch black blade emerges from Nails' left wrist. She is able to use this form to fight by herself, but she is not able to accomplish very much with it. She is able to hold her own in a simple hand-to-hand duel, but against an enemy with any real merit, she has little to no chance. Technique Name: Soul Blade Effects/Description: Despite her blade's size, Nails is able to double the cutting range of her attacks. This results in a light violet glow around the black blade. Nails is only able to use this attack three times during a battle before the strain starts to affect her negatively. Combat Style: Just like her meister, Nails fights dirty and takes cheap shots. While Trent does all the footwork, Nails chooses to watch what he's doing and help strategize...that is, find more open spots and possibly dirty tricks to utilize in their fight. She loves winning, and will do anything in her power to make sure that she and Trent succeed. By herself, Nails is able to handle her own against normal individuals, especially in one-on-one. Against groups, she is nigh powerless, as she has a rather short range and only a handful of techniques she can use. She utilizes the same dirty tricks her meister uses- nut shots, spitting in eyes- anything she can do to potentially give herself the upper hand. However, it is very unlikely that she would be able to handle capturing a Kishin egg without Trent. Despite her insistence and attempts to get stronger, she seems to plateaued in terms of her ability to fight by herself. Regardless, she still struggles to train and make herself stronger, not wanting to be a liability for her meister or go and get herself killed somehow. Miscellaneous Information: Nails has a great fondness for food. She's frequently snacking on something, or at very least chewing gum. She hates spicy foods, but eats a lot of sweets. Strengths:
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Roleplay Sample: The cool breeze on her face was both annoying and a tad refreshing. Nails drew in a breath, her brow furrowing with frustration as she wiped the sweat from her forehead, standing up straight. She scowled at the opponent before her, her pupils dilated with adrenaline and the rush of battle. He was a weasely kind of kid. Honestly, she should be able to handle this by herself. She had asked Trent to hang back...she wanted to see if she was getting any better at fighting by herself. Obviously, she hadn't- regardless of the amount of training she had gone through the last few weeks, she was still just not good enough. There was no other way to paint it. She scowled towards her opponent- her sheer inadequacy was really starting to piss her off. Without Trent she couldn't do a damn thing, no matter how much she tried. She stood up straight, her snarl twisting into a slight grin, giving a dark laugh. Her eyes flickered over her shrimpy adversary, eyes setting on his swath of ginger hair upon his head. "Man, I don't think I'm going to win here." she sighed, rolling her shoulders back as she watched her enemy throw himself at her, the sword in his hands coming up quickly towards her body. She ducked back, dodging the attack with little issue, regardless of his persistent offense. This, at least, was something she could handle on her own. Dodging and moving around blows was something she was good at. She side-stepped around the boy before bringing up her left arm, slashing along his back with the edge of her blade. The opponent took the opportunity to bring his blade around, slashing alongside her leg. Nails grimaced, hissing a curse as she stepped away, blood staining the new rip in her baggy pants. Yet once again she started to laugh, reeling back and having a mighty guffaw at her opponent's expense. His face contorted with anger, and that only made her start to laugh harder. "Come on!" she roared, bringing up her arm-blade, sliding her foot back in a battle-ready stance. "COME ON AND FINISH IT, BEFORE I END YOU!" ~~ Nails' eyes fluttered a little, a swath of colors dancing in her vision as the sleep cleared. "....I guess I lost." she said finally, slowly sitting up in the bed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she put a hand to her side. She could feel stitches. "Yep. Guess so." she grunted, side-glancing to the chair beside her bed, where Trent was sprawled in. She was sure he probably brought her up here after she finished getting her ass kicked, probably making fun of her the whole way. "Tsk." She turned her head towards the night stand, reaching out a hand and picking up one of the few pieces of candy that were resting in the bowl, opening the peppermint and placing it in her mouth. She probably should have just tried kicking him in the nuts instead. That probably would have worked... ...oh well. She snickered a little, rolling her eyes as she laid back in the bed, relaxing as much as she could. Edited by Sararingo, Feb 10 2013, 06:31 PM.
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| Tatsuken | Feb 9 2013, 05:51 PM Post #2 |
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Hello Sara I've finished looking over Nails and I'm ready to help mod this profile. Abilities: There isn't much to talk about here basically I would like a description of the weapon form to be included with the full transformation, you could just copy paste it from your appearance section so not too big of a deal. For Soul Blade could you please clarify how often Nails can use this ability. Combat Style: While it's true that demon weapons are not usually the ones fighting, especially in a meister-weapon partnership, I have found that demon weapons have more to talk about in this section than meisters, witches, and most kishin eggs. So there are the usual things like how a person might fight in combat by themselves and if they got any weapon preference, or sometimes how ineffective they are against certain situations (Ex. someone might be good in 1v1 but not good with facing groups of enemies). and then on top of all this, different demon weapons treat their interactions with their meisters differently. What you have now is a good outline, try pump a little more information into it. I suppose the most important addition would be some sort of comparison for her combat prowess, like if she could take on an average kishin egg or not, or if she can beat normal people. This was a great read and i can't wait to see Nails on the forum, it shouldn't be long before she's accepted. |
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Den Ekigane Color Code: #666 || Demon Liquid Metal Weapon Sigil Nathaniel Color Code: bgcolor=white color=#006 || Two-Star Meister, Werewolf, and Blacksmith || Remaining Lifespan: 476 Charm Lyn Color Code: #F93 || Weretiger Meister || Remaining Lifespan: 484 badges
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| Sararingo | Feb 10 2013, 06:32 PM Post #3 |
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Everything should be all fixed! Thank you for the mod. |
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| Tatsuken | Feb 10 2013, 11:19 PM Post #4 |
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APPROVED |
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Den Ekigane Color Code: #666 || Demon Liquid Metal Weapon Sigil Nathaniel Color Code: bgcolor=white color=#006 || Two-Star Meister, Werewolf, and Blacksmith || Remaining Lifespan: 476 Charm Lyn Color Code: #F93 || Weretiger Meister || Remaining Lifespan: 484 badges
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