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Character Template Player Name: Heart
Basic Character Information Name: Dragneel, Gabriel Angelo Nickname: "Angelo the Hellfire Dragon" Age: 21 Gender: Male Faction: Legal Guild: Fairy Tail; Master Rank: A; 80 Marks Class: Mage
Physical Appearance Height: 5'11'' Weight: 165 lb's Clothing/Accessories: Angelo is essentially always seen in the same general clothing, a pair of baggy black shorts that come down to just above mid-shin, holding thick pockets on their sides. Held up with a brown leather belt, holding a silver plate engraved with Fairy Tails symbol across it- he generally wears no shirt, but often sports a orange long-brimmed hat with a set of red beads wrapped around it connecting to two goggle lenses with a smile face and a frown face painted on each. He tends to wear a necklace of Red beads around his neck, and wears a bracelet on his arm, besides that wearing a pair of thick black and brown leather boots with metal plates over the toes inside. Of course occasionally wearing his Guild Master cloak over his shoulders, a bright white cloak lined with Red and gold- Fairy Tails Symbol in Crimson lined with gold on his back.
General Appearance: Angelo is a quite tall and darker skinned man, possibly Australian in origin from his tone of skin. His orientation is enhanced by his physical build, holding himself with a large muscular build though not overly so, holding the body one would imagine a quarterback in America's 'Football' may have. Lean but well built and defined he holds every muscle with a equal strength and stands out to their maximum showing his peak human body, tone and definition. His broad shoulder's slope a bit before angling into a well muscles chest and then moving down into a full eight pack that he's obviously worked hard to Earn. His pale Skin is whittled in scar's and has a thin trail of black thin and soft bodyhair in a patch on his chest that forms a sleek thin trail down his abb's, hair clings to his forearms and halfway up his bicep's before becoming faint, and disappearing for the most part. He holds no back hair as he finds it incredibly uncomfortable to try and deal with. His sleek muscles angle down from his groin and form into a pair of sleek well-muscled calves and legs, very thin black hair clings to his legs much the same as his arms thinning at half thigh and slowly dispersing. However along his body, are many scar's from his rough past filled with battle, violence and Gangs that he once had in his Past.
Although Angelo holds the Constant Physique and build of the usual Physically active warrior despite being a mage, all of his muscles standing och at their peak and handsome features, he is not without his flaws, one of his traits being his nose has the look of a fighters to it, being slight bent to the side only noticeable if you really look, but its defiantly there, along with a slam knot of bone and scar tissue in the center of his once elegant Nose, something obviously that's been broken hundreds of time in his life. His short cropped spiked dark green hair is mostly cropped with a rough looking 'whatever works' look to it, his bangs being a bit longer and spiked strait up out of his face, low lighted with streaks of light green in different varieties and shades, though it is surprisingly well groomed as clearly he prefers to have a somewhat neat and together appearance. One of his most triggered scar's is found on his chest, starting at his right shoulder all the way down to his left hip triggering how terrible the wound was when ti struck down his entire front in agony. He finds it bothersome and is constantly blowing it out of his line of sight. The final touch on his Scars being the hundreds of more normal and average ones that crisscross and form over his body, cutting through tattoo's and his birthmark that rests along his chest, His face however holds multiple freckles resting on his cheeks, and for the most part is without any form of scars or true damage, he seems for now to have gotten lucky enough to avoid facial damage substantial enough to hurt his face permanently.
His tattoo's that cover his body are something rather usual, on his Right biceps and arm he holds hundreds of Tribal designs coating along his skin cut apart in some areas by his many scar's from his long life of Combat and experimentation. These Designs are the shape of a Tigers stripes rolling up the back of his forearm and forming all the way around his bicep and onto his shoulder. On his left arm, he holds more simply designs of his name along the inside of his forearm, added alongside are swirl designs that slowly roll up and form into a dragon of smoke forming along his arm to complete such at his bicep. This as well, has a smooth scar strait through the dragons face ruining the tattoo. On his chest are no true names, or tattoo's however he does had the design of a tattered heart over his left side of his abdominal region, and over his heart there is a smooth thick slab of scar tissue directly in its center that marked where he was stabbed through his heart and chest, again barely managing to survive. On his left side there is a smooth design of a birthmark, it looks different to everyone, but to most they see the design of a bullet hole, signifying the injury that he took and barely survived when he was ''killed'' for his actions when he lost control of his magical abilities and didn't realize just what he had done until it was far to late to do anything about it.
 Faceclaim: One Piece; Portgas D. Ace
The Character Personality: Angelo Mentally is oddly Laid-Back and Carefree, or so he Gives off. In truth Angelo is incredibly Protective and Strong-Willed, but never for himself, he is the Type of Man who will stand in front of a Beating, and Take every single hit and never complain once and Just act Weak. However as soon as he see's someone innocent attacked or Hurt, his true side shows he will stand and Kill to protect the Innocent, laying down his Life for a Total Stranger with no hesitation. "My Life is pointless if I stand there and Watch as the Innocent and helpless are Harmed before my Very Eyes. What is the Point of learning the Way of the Sword, of Power and Never using it to Protect those I love or Care for?" He is Wise beyond his years, though that is Hard to say as noone not even he knows exactly how Old he is. He see's everyone as Equal in the End, he respects the order of Rank, but he Respects the Way of Life far more, he Will disobey a Direct order if It means protecting someone, or saving someones life and he will Happily face the consequences, afterward. This does not mean he will break every single rule there is, hardly in fact he prefers to follow the rules and go by the book, a book anyway, his book. If he see's it as wrong, to hell with it and he'll tell the other People such without any hesitation at all, though respectfully.
However, this rarely comes to show, usually his Calm and calculating, but Laid back and Incredibly Lazy personality is all that is ever shown, as well as his over-Fondness for Alcohol and the Quiet life, he would Much rather sit and Drink while doing Paperwork then be out in Combat, He will only fight if there is no way to solve the issue without such. He generally refers to his fellow Pirates by their first name followed by an honorific, marking that he is much more laid back and calm with such things considering his allies and subordinates his friends and Nakama as much as his said subordinates. Angelo overall is a peace-loving man who will always try to talk his way out of a fight, though he doesn't wish to insult opponents by refusing to fight. The slightly eccentric Angelo also seems to like making an impression on opponents. He also dislikes taking the life of innocent people, often sparing the lives of most Opponents even if they are enemies to his village, and knocking them out instead. He is also one of the most proficient combatants in his village and maintains a level of honor and integrity when engaging in battle, always talking to them with honorifics unless their to mindless to understand, and even then he will generally say their name or race with 'Sama' or 'San' attached to it to show his respect.
He refuses to fight with children or even in the presence of a child, even when he would be fighting for his life he hates the idea. He always maintains a semblance of respect for his opponent and is polite in combat situations and prefers to fight one on one. Even when fighting powerful opponents, like other captains of other crews, he never (or at least rarely) loses his cool, going as far as to make small talk and joke around with his opponents, though secretly this is his own way of confusing his Opponents mind and mingling ti while in combat to throw them off, because of this it shows his assassin like nature of being an Pirate though and how ruthless and underhanded he can be if really pushed while in a fight, however never will he truly disrespect an opponent, such as use a Nutshot, ext. No matter how much stronger he may seem then his opponent, or those around him Angelo retains a level of humbleness and isn't overly arrogant about his strength, although when fighting Strong Opponents and the like, he does comment often that he was finally get a fun fight another reflect to an almost barbarian personality streak, but he does recognize that the younger generation has far more potential to become stronger than him given enough time. Angelo show's a great distaste for fighting, believing strongly in the saying that it doesn't matter whether you owe someone or they owe you, as soon as you start fighting, you are in the wrong either way. Overall, Angelo is a calm and laid back individual who has a strong sense of Justice, his own version and wont hesitate to follow his own justice above anyone else. He believes strongly in himself and others but not to the point of arrogance begin once of the things he despises above anything else.
Hometown: Fiore Oceans; Tashigi Island
History Cries of pain carried through the streets of the tiny island far from the shores of Fiore, they vibrated off the walls and rolled through the street’s of the newly erected City, curses were being yelled left and right as arrows of flame flew through the sky hitting walls and setting buildings aflame. A single hospital was left untouched thanks to the angle of being to the side and behind the wall, and lucky too or the story would have ended right then and there. For inside the building rested a Mother holding her newly born child, the father peaking out the window holding the javelin in his hand tightly that he had taken from a dead farmer, the blood coating his tunic. The beard, blood and sweat that clung to his face made him look like a madman with how his eyes flickered wide open staring at everything he could to protect his new family. She whimpered and tried to stay conscious while holding the sleeping baby, his bronze skin glistening like his mother’s, his brown hair already grown out several inches like his father. He coo’d in his sleep and nuzzled into his mother’s breast above her heart content … oblivious to the world around him. She couldn’t help but smile, but then a boulder of fire slammed into the wall and she winced being brought back to reality once again. “Adelphos!” She whimpered softly and he came over wrapping his arms around her protectively. “It’s alright my love … we will be fine the guardsmen are already turning them back, these barbarians are no match for the islands Warrior’s.” He gently rubbed her back as she lay in the cot holding her child and nodded weakly, unable to fight it anymore she drifted into unconsciousness. He sighed and looked at the Window … when this War would stop … He wondered to himself silently, brushing his hand over his child’s face, he didn’t want him to grow up in this war, in this destruction. This was his last thought, as a stray arrow from a soldier went through his chest and into his wife’s skull.
The soldier’s never knew the parents they were simple tailors no one of importance. They burned the bodies and found the child, they sent it off to the slave grounds as it would either be taken in and fed to be a slave from birth or would be killed if no one wanted it. It was none of their business after all. As the woman examined the lightly burned child she poked and prodded and got no cries instead just a stern frown on the Child's face in confusion at why it was being awakened for such an annoying torture with its burns it didn’t understand it had. “He has the makings of a Good warrior … a Good slave. I will take him.” She grunted and wrapped him in a rough woolen towel, payed the lucky soldiers who just got a free meal in coin and walked off toward her home, a large marble building dented here and there where boulders and arrows had slammed into it, the slaves were quickly repairing it so as to not displease their mistress. She went directly to her personal nurse, dropped the child in her arms and left saying “Name him what you wish, you have a son, and he is my slave as well. Teach him. Nurture him so he will be mine one day.” And she left the shocked girl, she was only seven as ‘nurse’ was more of a simple personal servant that got paid minimally with no family of her own. She stared at the baby in her arms and frowned … she had to follow order’s … first things first then … She took out a bottle of goats milk and began to feed the baby, while considering a name. She watches the sun rise slowly and the light glittering off his perfect skin tone and smooth silky curls her was already growing and tilted her head. “Like an Angel … you will be named Gabriel … like the Christians angelic Warrior …” She nodded a bit thinking it fitting and continued to feed him patiently.
Days passed before the baby finally began to actually act like one, it saw the girl as its mother as it was the first true thing her ever really saw. Immediately it showed him as a sleeper, and maybe a bit lazy, he was constantly sleeping and curled up against her cooing happily. Eventually time passed and he began to grow surprisingly fast, after several years the girl stood now at an even five foot, and was eleven years old likely she was done growing for this was quiet tall for such a time period. The baby was five years old, no longer a toddler of baby, but a true child. And he had learned quickly the things a slave was allowed and the things he was not, he could only have the scraps after everyone was gone, and he had to fight with the other house slaves over them. He could only bathe in the stream at least one mile away from the house and could never go near a non-slave, unless called over if so he was to look only at their feet even if they ordered him to look them in the eye he could not. His owner had immediately begun considering the fight ring soon for the boy, as he was growing rapidly and developing layers of muscle and speed as well as having keen reflexes. He was soon shipped to the gladiatorial ring he would not participate, but he would watch and train, he went through many teachers as they constantly died in the ring and so he grew very accustomed to the smell of blood and death, it was almost natural for him at this point.
Eventually time passed and he came of age, at the age of thirteen he had not seen his ‘mother’ in many years, and he missed her terribly but he had also grown hard and strong. Built far beyond his years he stood at nearly six foot, taller than most full grown men, yet alone at thirteen years old. He was built with lean defined muscle and his bronze skin and long mane of rustled but sadly greasy thanks to his lack of money bad being a slave, curly locks. Many women were already eyeing him for future claims if he survived his gladiatorial experience, something highly unlikely however sadly enough. As they led him slowly forward he looked upon the roaring stadium as goods were traded, his hands bound tightly with leather and only wearing rags around his groin the young male walked forward slowly being tugged occasionally with a sharp reprimand to keep up. This was to be his first battle … He sighed a bit, having never liked this place, he hated watching other’s die even if he was used to the sight, it was just such a terrible waste of life. He was finally slowly led up to the gate and it was opened, as he was led through the dungeons they got to the armory were he saw other gladiator’s, many missing an eye, or fingers and covered din scar’s of both whip and blade. Most looked around twenty, he was the youngest here though he towered over many of them. They eyed him warily and he heard whisper’s mostly “I hope I'm not against the giant …” Or “Is he from Fiore …? Has this place Reached so far already?” He just shrugged off the comments and kept going.
Gabriel was led to the blacksmith, the only man who stood close to his height and he obviously was enfact Russian for as he spoke it was thick and guttural with their accent. “Is Good, a bit scrawny though, ‘e needs more Meat, if ‘e lives start feedinj him wit’ real meat yah?” He chuckles and glanced around, then grabbed a long curved blade and stuck it in his hands. “Is a Sword made from a Tiny island I once learned from … Is nothing like Roman work, but is Good blade right? Right.” He nods and shoved a leather chest piece, shoulder clasp, wrist buckler’s and shin guards with some sandals on his feet and he was then … simply shoved out, he knew what he was going to be forced to do however. He eyed the arena, no one was in but him yet so he tried to block off the cheer’s of the coliseum, he was likely the fresh meat warm up, meant to die, he’d seen it plenty of times they put the newest person against the most experienced they could find. He hasn’t seen the inexperienced one win once yet, he clenched his blade, and he was going to do his best though … he wouldn’t die if he could avoid it. He eyed the blade now, it was oddly shaped and long, but elegant almost, lean and defined with grace almost. He didn’t know it was called a katana, but he adjusted to it well, it was well suited for his build, it was about five feet long including the hilt and he waited holding it one handed as he watched the opposite gate.
Gabriel watched as a lean and scar-whittled man in nearly full plate armor came into the ring on the opposite side, he held a spear and shield with a roman gladius at his side, odd as those were generally reserved for the Militia. He frowned at that, so they’d even made sure he would win with equipment was it … he searched for weakpoints and saw few … but there were still some and that was good enough. He shifted his grip and slowly walked forward, the noble clapped once and he looked to him quietly and then bowed. “We who are about to die, Solute you!” He said as was customary the other man mirrored him and the noble waved his hands broadly for the men to continue with an amused smirk. Gabriel immediately was forced to dodge the spear tip going an inch from his face; he rolled away and cursed rubbing a trail of blood where it had lightly cut his cheek. He slowly stood to his full height and slammed the blade down, it clashed against his shield and then Gabriel growled and dug in his heels and rammed his shoulder into him using his superior size and strength to his advantage. There was another clash and clang as the man’s helmet flew through the air and his shoulder cracked out of joint the shield dropping uselessly with his dislocated arm. He howled in pain and stumbled back trying to recover, Gabriel didn’t allow him and pressed the advantage, scooping up the shield he watched as the man barely dodged each assault with the blade then rolled to get some distance, Gabriel cursed and shifted back to defensive.
The man grunted as he snapped his arm back into place and gritted his teeth in agony and glared warily, obviously he had not expected that much fury and power in his attacks. He saw him draw the blade and then he rose the spear up, hurling it at him, he cursed and rolled to the side as the blade of the spear nailed into his shin guard drawing blood but luckily nothing serious. He growled and yanked it out, snapping it in two he hurled both right back the man blinked and raised the blade parrying the spinning pieces of metal and wood away, in time to see his own shield whirling forward and slamming into his blade, and past it, ramming into his face, the shield slamming him backwards and his own blade sliding his face wide open. He howled in pain, in time to open his eyes as Gabriel looked down to him sadly … he mouthed, “Gods forgive me …” And drove the blade through the man’s skull. He closed his eyes in silent prayer a moment and yanked the blade out … the crowd burs into uproar as the new gladiator had been born, and killed a veteran in under ten minutes at that. He sighed not pleased with his doings at all, and bowed to the noble who as staring, shocked, as he moved to the gate and it opened for him his blade dripping with blood, eh simply nodded to the blacksmith, he had known the perfect weapon for him, and it had likely saved his life.
Time passed slowly for Gabriel, he was forced to kill for the amusement of other's and for the freedom he knew he should have naturally. He was seventeen now and stood at a monstrous six foot five inches and build like a lean tank. His muscle mass, his power and speed and skill all had greatly been unmatched, he was undefeated, and his only scar's were from whips never had a weapon managed to hit him after that first day. He was a natural killer, but he hated it, he hated having so much blood on his hands ... he had killed four hundred and ninety five men ... this would be his final match and he would hit five hundred men dead at his hands. he would be free ... but was it truly worth so much death ...? He wasnt sure anymore, but he had little to no choice in the matter, as he himself, refused to die just yet. A guardsman came up slowly to Gabriel and eyed the large man before removing the shekels and handing him his Katana and his set of armor, many months ago he had been offered a full plate of armor he had turned it down. He wore simple leather tunic and pants, no sleeves and no shield. It was all he needed besides his katana and twin throwing dagger's. He strapped it all on in seconds and walked out into the massive cheering arena, he blocked out the crowd as he always has and waited for his newest challenge. He watched as five men one from each gate walked out, then ... an unexpected surprise the starved tiger's were released. He groaned ... he hated the tiger's. Three of them prowled the outskirts, he sighed, no point wasting time.
He charged forward grabbing the nearest man by the sword wrist, spinning with the strike he wrenched his arm backwards with a sickening crack as he snapped his arm at the shoulder. He then send a thunderous boot to his lower back, snapping his spin clean in two, a tiger leap and eh grabbed the dead man covered in spiked full plate, curing him into the beast. it yowled in agony as a 500 pound force slammed into it covered in blades and spikes, killing it instantly as its skull was pierced and crushed. The remaining two tigers eyed him now warily as they prowled, the remaining four warriors pulled out spears also wary of the giant now who had not even drawn a blade yet. He reached down, gripping the fallen mans blade, he hefted it, and hurled it hard, the shocked warrior raised his leather and wooden shield to take the hit, but he underestimated the sheer force of the throw. The blade sunk tot eh hilt in the shield, going through the mans shield, arm, and chest, and then the force shattering ribs and sending him flying into the range of the tiger's, his cries filled the arena as the other men shifted nervously before forming a triangle around him with the spear's. Gabriel eye'd them all patiently, watching as expected they all charged at once, he simply ... jumped, and as always one unlucky man was double-speared through his chest, the other two surviving and nothing touching Gabriel as he leap high into the air, then landing on the spears shattering them he grabbed a man in leather armor like his own into a bear hug. His muscles bulged and there were several sickening cracks as his ribcage caved in and his spine snapped, before he was hurled like a boomerang into the last man followed by a broken spear, the last guard fell, impaled through the forehead with his dead comrade laying on top of him. He sighed and now eyed the tiger's as they were called back, he had won ... he was a free Man.
And indeed he was ... he slowly looked up as the guards slowly walked out, the noble himself was required to free a slave ... a gladiator that had partaken in so many years of games. He watched as the silken clothed Cesar walked down the ramp watching him quietly as he raised his hand slowly. "What is your name slave?" He murmured watching the giant of a man patiently, but Gabriel twitched, even free he dare call him that ...? This man whom caused all this strife for so many ...? His lip twitched ... "I will give my name when I am addressed as a man that I am, not a Animal>" he growled out, the captain at his side shifted and hissed, "Such arrogance! You may be a talented gladiator but compared to a Warrior of Rome you are nothin-" He never got to finish, Gabriel had him by the head two feet clear off the ground. "I can twist my hand ... and snap your spine in five places whelp ... shut up." He snarly and hurled him over his shoulder. Gabriel anger filled eyes focused on the noble, who was a few shades paler now. He quirky cleared his throat, "Kill him." He hissed in a calm cold tone ... fear mixing into it. Gabriel reacted with lightning fast reflexes, his lade lashed from the sheath and a man arm flew off, then two guards fell, a third swing and five more fell clutching their nearly headless throats. Finally the streamlining five got their blades out, in time for two to be impaled and kicked into the remainder three, killing another. The last two fell in a single flick of his blade. He closed in on the noble ... his eyes cold ... at the man who dared deny him his freedom, who had enslaved him all his life. Then he heard several thuds ... then several more ... he kept walking, the nobles's eyes were huge with fear as eh stumbled backwards. And then Gabriel realized ... with another six thuds, eh had nearly twenty arrows filling him ... he fell over immediately ... he blinked a few times. "Seem's ... I'll be free anyway ... after all you sick ... bastard ..." He grinned at the noble, and with the last of his strength, hurled a knife, which flashed by, sliding the noble's face open from chin to ear, a scar that would never disappear, he grinned ... and his head fell, Gabriel was dead.
Or ... was he? Something stirred within Gabriel. A burning energy he had never felt before in his life, little did he know this was called magic and he had awakened it in his last moments. Magical energy exploded from the boy as his eyes narrowed, the energy warped him, altered him as it fed on his body and magic to heal his dramatic injuries, the smell of burning flesh filled the air as his frame slowly shrank, going from giant to more average sized as the flesh contorted feeding on his magic, leaving him unharmed as he slowly stumbled back to his feet, the men staring at him in shock until one shouted 'Witchcraft!' and more arrows were raised- but something else came forward, the young man- only sixteen, stared in shock as the roar of a tremendous beast echoed through the sky. Igneel, the dragon of flames exploded from the sky- attracted by the strong magical presence he had sensed the beast swooped down, slamming with a shattering roar on the keep- squishing the noble and his men without a thought as Gabriel stumbled back with a cry of fear staring into the massive eye of the beast. But it did not snap him up, it did not squeeze him, Igneel's eye slowly softened as he saw the terrified young man that was covered int eh scars of slavery, so young and so tormented.
Slowly, the beasts massive clawed hand reached out and gently scooped him up- he screamed in fear at first, but instead he stared in shock as the dragon leap into the sky with the sound of its thunderous wings. The voice wrang out clear and calm, "Calm young one ... I will not harm you." The second child of Igneel had been chosen. It took Gabriel several weeks to realize he was not a prisoner, and Igneel gave him something he had never truly had- a father, love, parenting. He raised the teen into a man, and as the years passed he finally left the boy, disappearing from the world once more. Igneel had granted the world a new Dragon Slayer, had told him of his last son, of Natsu Dragneel, he took the name that had been passed down through Igneel's children and his dream rose. The once great Guild, the one great Fairy Tail that had been Natsu's pride and joy was now his own dream- he wanted to raise the fallen guild back to its old glory, and with the magic that he had been given by his father he intended to do just that.
However, it was not that simple. As he returned to Fiore, to the once great Fairy Tail he found it in shambles, and is magic was quickly noticed- being only a fledgling mage he was easily captured and taken down. Unable to fight back against those stronger then he, the dark Guild experimented on the man, altered him, changed him to find the key to what they desired. They implanted a Shadow Dragon Lacrima into his body, and as the dark shadow magic blasted through his body, they intended to simply beat him into submission and make him their new weapon. They underestimated the child of Igneel. As the black flames blasted apart the guild, the world suddenly knew of this man- he named himself Angelo, the savior of Fairy Tail and with this single action took upon it himself to bring Fairy Tail back from legend and into the light, to raise it up into the great power it once was- his new dream, was to bring Fairy Tail back into the Number one strongest guild, no matter the personal cost, for Igneel, for Natsu, and for all of Fairy Tail that sacrificed themselves to defeat the death dragon.
Abilities and Possessions Combat: Angelo in combat unlike most mages relies heavily on his physical body more then anything else- his bodies sturdyness as well as his own willpower to never go down is his strongest points, however as well comes in the factor of his Dragon Slayer Magic. He is able to of course utilize Dragon Slayer flames that he has learned as a child, has aces to true Dragon Force when required- but along with that he has been implanted with a Shadow Dragon Lacrima, causing him to gain the powers of a second Generation shadow dragon slayer as well- though far less trained, the combination has allowed him to create ''Hellfire'' or grey and blue flames, as well as many other combinations for his magic and attacks.
Weaponry
Items Jewels: 100,500,000 Earned PP: 2,500 Saved PP: 0 Total PP: 2,600 Statistics:
- Used for Stats: 885
- Used for Magic: 100
- Used for Traits: 1085
- Used for Spells: 330
- Strength: 300 (200+100)
- Speed: 300 (200+100)
- Willpower: 427 (285+142)
- Precision: 300 (200+100)
- Magic: 441 (221+50+125+45)
Magic Types Name: First Generation Dragon Slayer Type: Elemental Cost: 50 Power Points | Description: You have been taught by a Dragon the magic that they use to combat one another, the power of the Dragon Slayer. Your able to naturally develop into a dragonic human over your years of training, having gained the perfected form of Dragon-Hunting magic, it comes naturally to you thanks to your parenting from the dragon that raised you. Your element is its normal coloring. | Passive Benefits: Posses Canine-Level Sense of Smell, and Are Completely Immune and Able to eat their chosen Element be it Magic or Non-Magic, is able to eat both God-Slayer and Demon-Slayer Magic of their Chosen Element, however it will deal internal damage equal to 2 Ranks lower then the Spells Rank- Minimum E-rank internal Damage. They Take 1/2 Damage from God and Demon Slayer Magic of their Chosen Element. Gain Access to 'True Dragon Force'. If they eat their own element they gain the amount of Mana that the spells user spent to use the spell.
| Name: Second Generation Dragon Slayer Type: Elemental Cost: 35 Power Points | Description: The second generation of Dragon Slayers, these are those that are artificially created, by infusing a dragon lacrima filled with a certain element into the targets body, it causes them to gain the powers of a Dragon Slayer, however they are not pure and are artificial, as such they do not possess the ability to enter the mythical Dragon Force. | Passive Benefits: Posses Canine-Level Sense of Smell, and Are Completely Immune and Able to eat their chosen Element be it Magic or Non-Magic, is able to eat both God-Slayer and Demon-Slayer Magic of their Chosen Element, however it will deal internal damage equal to 2 Ranks lower then the Spells Rank- Minimum E-rank internal Damage. They Take 1/2 Damage from God and Demon Slayer Magic of their Chosen Element. If they eat their own element they gain the amount of Mana that the spells user spent to use the spell. |
Dragon Force Name: True Dragon Force Type: Lost Magic; Mode Rank: Z+ Description: True Dragon Force, something unlocked only through devouring such a immense amount of pure magical force that it releases a massive amount of pure power through your body. This is said to be essentially 'The power of a Dragon' because of the sheer amount of pure destructive force that is released while it is active. This form can only be activated once a thread, requiring the below- as well as once activated it cannot be stopped early, and lasts for 4 Posts. Requirements: Eat a S-Z Rank Spell and Survive, or the equivalent. Has no Mana activation cost, nor any Mana drain per post. Stats: +350 Strength, +300 Speed, +350 Precision, all Dragon Slayer Spells grow one extra rank in power after all other spell power increases. |
Physical Traits | Strength Training: You have done basic training into upgrading your physical power, weight lifting and Martial Arts Training have allowed you to become a bit stronger then most others. | 125 Power Points | For every 25 Power Points Spent in this Trait your Character gains a +10% Increase to their Strength Stat, to a Maximum of +50% Strength. [Warriors Maximum is Raised to +100%]
| | Speed Training: A basic level of speed training, based around Weights and normal Martial Arts training has granted a increased amount of speed and reflexes that is quite helpful. | 125 Power Points | For every 25 Power Points Spent in this Trait your Character gains a +10% Increase to their Speed Stat, to a Maximum of +50% Speed. [Warriors Maximum is Raised to +100%]
| | Willpower Training: This is a basic level of Willpower training, most Soldiers and Martial Artists contain this as they are required to have a strong willpower to endure pain and the like to break their limits to survive, or do forms of combat that normal humans cannot. | 125 Power Points | For every 25 Power Points Spent in this Trait your Character gains a +10% Increase to their Willpower Stat, to a Maximum of +50% Willpower. [Warriors Maximum is Raised to +100%]
| | Precision Training: A basic level of precision training, such as throwing darts, archery, reflex training, or even martial arts that assists in predicting movements and similar movements. | 125 Power Points | For every 25 Power Points Spent in this Trait your Character gains a +10% Increase to their Accuracy Stat, to a Maximum of +50% Accuracy. [Warriors Maximum is Raised to +100%]
| | Magic Training: This is a special level of training that increases your magical abilities, constantly casting spells, studying books of magic and runes, forcing your magic pool to its peak repeatedly over and over and so forth. | 250 Power Points | For every 25 Power Points Spent in this Trait your Character gains a +5% Increase to their Magic Stat, to a Maximum of +25% Magic. [Mages Maximum is Raised to +50%] |
Energy Traits | Unstoppable Magic: This is the Magical power of someone who is essentially 1/2 as strong magically as a Dragon. Your Magic pool is tremendous, able to overwhelm anything in your path. Cost does not Stack with 'Monstrous Magic'. | 500 Power Points | You gain an extra 50% Increase Rounded Down to your Mana Total, all of your spells power is doubled. (A B-Rank Spell is now Equal to a A-Rank Spell) |
Other Traits N/A
Techniques & Spells
Fire Dragon Slayer Spells Name: Fire Dragons Roar Rank: C Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The Fire Dragon Slayer's exclusive Dragon's Roar, incorporating the element of fire. Done simply by the user quickly gathering flames in their mouth and then releases them, with no seeming stance required, producing a much larger burst of fire.
| Name: Fire Dragons Claw Rank: D Type: Offensive/Defensive Stats: N/A | Description: The user ignites their feet with flames and proceeds to assault the opponent with a powerful fire-enhanced kick, with the flames greatly augmenting the power of said kick. They can also create flames from the feet, greatly enhancing speed and allowing the user to jet-propel in any direction they desire. This makes it easier for the user to get close to opponents that they wish to engage in close combat. The user can also combine the jet-propulsion capabilities of Fire Dragon's Claw for use with other techniques. | Name: Fire Dragons Strike Rank: D Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The user engulfs their fist in flames and then punches their opponent, causing, aside from sheer blunt damage, damage from the flames as well. This attack can also seemingly be performed with both hands at once, the power of the flames causing an extensive impact force as well as intense burns. | Name: Fire Dragons Wings Rank: C Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The user rushes forward against a single or multiple opponents. While doing so, the user produces a large stream of fire from each of their arms, which, when it comes in contact with the foes, burns them and at the same time sends them flying away behind them due to the blunt force of the produced fire. Such flames take the rough form of a pair of Dragon's wings, thus the name of the attack. This spell can also by employed by first grabbing the targets' heads and then producing the fire to strike them.
| Name: Fire Dragons Horn Rank: B Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The user engulfs their entire body in flames and then propels themselves against the opponent at high speed, hitting them with a powerful headbutt. The user then proceeds to send the enemy flying up in the air with a pillar of fire produced from their body, causing an incredibly painful impact and destructive energy wrapped around them.
| Name: Fire Dragons Inferno Rank: B Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The user generates fire on both of their hands and then joins them, creating a unique, larger flame as a result. When such flame collides with the enemy, it creates a very massive and destructive explosion, turning the Dragon slayers strike into a massive exploding fist of pure fire and impact on top of a normal strike.
| Name: Fire Dragons Fangs Rank: C Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The user ignites both of their hands and then swings them in separate arcs as if their arms and hands were a dragons mouth snapping shut, striking the target with their finger tips, leaving a flurry of flames in their wake as well as releasing a severe double-impact from both sides of their body and causing flames to explode over them. |
Shadow Dragon Slayer Spells Name: Shadow Dragons Roar Rank: C Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: The Shadow Dragon Slayer's exclusive Dragon's Roar, incorporating the element of shadows. The user quickly gathers and releases a large burst of shadows from their mouth in a massive blast of pure black destructive energies. | Name: Shadow Dragons Slash Rank: D Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: Releases shadows that wrap around the user's limb, before releasing them into a thick black destructive energy that pulses and forms into long blades of withering black shadow around the users limb, before exploding in black destructive energy on contact. | Name: Shadow Form Rank: B Type: Stance Stats: +100 Speed | Description: The user releases shadows that snap around their body,w rapping around them and turning them pitch black as they gain the ability to turn themselves into shadow at will, a black liquid like energy to dodge attacks as well as form into a shadow that can race and move along the ground, or up walls and such, becoming a true shadow that moves at incredible speeds when in such a form. |
Hellfire Dragon Slayer Spells Name: Hells Dragons Fury Rank: A Type: Support; Mode Stats: +100 Strength, +100 Precision | Description: A hidden spell that he has not yet mastered, by releasing pure Magical energy through his body Angelo causes his Flames to bond with his shadows, causing them to course through his body. Imbuing his strikes with pure destructive grey and blue flames, causing blue and black flames to roll off his skin, enhancing his physical abilities, power, and reaction speed to increased levels and power.
| Name: Hell Dragons Roar Rank: S Type: Offensive Stats: N/A | Description: Angelo's strongest spell, this is a bonding of his Shadow Dragons Roar, and Fire Dragons Roar. By infusing both together he is able to release a massive black destructive inferno filled with black, grey and blue flames that destroy and burn all in their path, the massive inferno capable of destroying an entire town in its hell like fire and darkness. |
Development History Gains/Losses:
- [4/28/2013]: Gained +2500 Earned PP, +100,000,000 Earned Jewels for starting out as a Guild Master - Link Here
Edit Log
Edited by Heart, Apr 30 2013, 04:59 PM.
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