Post by Ashford Ciar on Jan 17, 2017 23:22:08 GMT -6
 | Ciar Eighteen (18) November (11) | Male Sophmore Student at Vytal Academy Human |
| Ashford Ciar | ||
★ APPEARANCE
Ashford Ciar is incredibly typical, which makes him exactly the opposite. With neck-length amber hair and pale grey eyes, he stands at Five-Foot Ten-Inches with a slight slouch. Angular features line his face, melting with an ever present stubble. His lips are thin, and his voice is thick with a notable lax encompassing it. He has a standard muscular gait, but lacks definition.
Usually, Ashford wears a typical brown Aviator jacket, along with dark grey slacks and dull black loafers. There is a ring on his right index finger, and a pair of thin black glasses rest on his face. He has no visible crest or emblem.
★ PERSONALITY
★ HISTORY
Ashford Ciar was born in the Kingdom of Legion to two technical scientists working day and night to better advance the world's defense against the Grimm. He was breastfed to stories of heroes, and tales of victory, just as the entire world had been. In fact, just as cliche, his earliest dream was to become a Hunter. But, as years past, and childish ambition grew into teenage angst, Ash found himself at a loss. With every year, he found that he was an outlier, the only one who believed his dreams were true. It was this that drove him to follow them.
Even as his parents offered to buy him special equipment to help with his journey, he declined. Supporting himself was one of the many tasks he had to succeed at in order to reach his goal: Vytal Academy. Seeing the determination in their son's eyes, they never protested.
Ash took notice to everything going on in Legion. And his still flamboyant need to help others was raging. It was this that lead him out of the main kingdom of Legion, and into the wild towns that spread through the lands like a plague. It was this venture that killed the boy he used to be. What he witnessed, the death in so many failed places, drove his heart to darker spaces.
And then he came upon the process. He couldn't remember the screams as the death-stalker tore the town apart, but he remembered when he found himself screaming, that same urging to help now urging him to die. As the death-stalker turned to him, he stopped dead in his tracks. The crimson eyes that glared at him ushered him back against a wall. When he found no where else to run, he could feel the soul seeping from him. He felt entirely empty. But then, as he glanced down at his sword, glowing red, he found all the warmth he needed. Suddenly, his courage was back, and he found himself standing with dignity. As the death-stalker screeched and charged, he found himself doing the same, towards an honorable death.
Until his sword plunged deep into the scorpion's head, snuffing out its light in an instant. He stared at it, the gruesome scene, as life quieted down around him. He thought, with a start, that he really wanted to go home. So he did, feeling more tired than ever.
With every day following that, he trained in Legion, and with every advancement towards being a hero, he began to realize that heroes never really existed. With every unspoken thank you, and every attempt at a stab in the back, he began to realize that they might never have existed. But still, he trudged on, more out of obligation than anything.
Which was how he ended up in a Bullhead, with nothing but a saber, a pistol, and the clothes on his back.
Ashford Ciar is incredibly typical, which makes him exactly the opposite. With neck-length amber hair and pale grey eyes, he stands at Five-Foot Ten-Inches with a slight slouch. Angular features line his face, melting with an ever present stubble. His lips are thin, and his voice is thick with a notable lax encompassing it. He has a standard muscular gait, but lacks definition.
Usually, Ashford wears a typical brown Aviator jacket, along with dark grey slacks and dull black loafers. There is a ring on his right index finger, and a pair of thin black glasses rest on his face. He has no visible crest or emblem.
★ PERSONALITY
POSITIVE - Good with Social Action - Playful - Inviting - Understanding - Willing to talk things through | NEGATIVE - Slow to trust - Unsure of his feelings - Generally negative outlook - Mostly black and white world-view - Almost never forgives |
★ HISTORY
Ashford Ciar was born in the Kingdom of Legion to two technical scientists working day and night to better advance the world's defense against the Grimm. He was breastfed to stories of heroes, and tales of victory, just as the entire world had been. In fact, just as cliche, his earliest dream was to become a Hunter. But, as years past, and childish ambition grew into teenage angst, Ash found himself at a loss. With every year, he found that he was an outlier, the only one who believed his dreams were true. It was this that drove him to follow them.
Even as his parents offered to buy him special equipment to help with his journey, he declined. Supporting himself was one of the many tasks he had to succeed at in order to reach his goal: Vytal Academy. Seeing the determination in their son's eyes, they never protested.
Ash took notice to everything going on in Legion. And his still flamboyant need to help others was raging. It was this that lead him out of the main kingdom of Legion, and into the wild towns that spread through the lands like a plague. It was this venture that killed the boy he used to be. What he witnessed, the death in so many failed places, drove his heart to darker spaces.
And then he came upon the process. He couldn't remember the screams as the death-stalker tore the town apart, but he remembered when he found himself screaming, that same urging to help now urging him to die. As the death-stalker turned to him, he stopped dead in his tracks. The crimson eyes that glared at him ushered him back against a wall. When he found no where else to run, he could feel the soul seeping from him. He felt entirely empty. But then, as he glanced down at his sword, glowing red, he found all the warmth he needed. Suddenly, his courage was back, and he found himself standing with dignity. As the death-stalker screeched and charged, he found himself doing the same, towards an honorable death.
Until his sword plunged deep into the scorpion's head, snuffing out its light in an instant. He stared at it, the gruesome scene, as life quieted down around him. He thought, with a start, that he really wanted to go home. So he did, feeling more tired than ever.
With every day following that, he trained in Legion, and with every advancement towards being a hero, he began to realize that heroes never really existed. With every unspoken thank you, and every attempt at a stab in the back, he began to realize that they might never have existed. But still, he trudged on, more out of obligation than anything.
Which was how he ended up in a Bullhead, with nothing but a saber, a pistol, and the clothes on his back.
★ COMBAT NOTES
WEAPONS
Ashford never really took to naming his weapons. Instead, he only ever referred to the saber hanging on his hip as his sword. Often, his fingers traced a lazily wrapped handle, gliding over worn blue wrappings. The arm-guard was almost non-existent, only appearing as a broken piece of metal above the hilt that looked like it could stab just as well as the blade could. And that was saying something as, even though it was dull and marred with surface scratches, the blade still curved the air around it as easily as it did bone. A simple saber, but still a deadly weapon, it didn't any mechanical abilities, other than being able to channel Ash's aura to a certain degree. It also merged with Ash's semblance.
MISC.
Aside from his sword, Ash carried an old, seemingly standard revolver, along with enough dust rounds to supply his endeavors, which is generally around fifty dust rounds -- 10 Burn Rounds, 10 Water Rounds, and 30 Gravity Rounds. -- and twenty regular ones. If you went back a decade or two, it probably would've been standard Legion tech, but years of advancement had outdated it. Other than this, he caries an old deck of playing cards in a dented steel case.
Despite the fact that Ash had a generally generic look, his aura seemed to scream unique. Often times a shade of red, Ash's aura tended to take on a dim, but still calculating appearance. Almost as if it wanted to be underestimated. But, if one payed close attention, it could easily be discerned that his aura felt cold, despite its hue.
Ash was also able to mend small to medium wounds, while keeping someone alive from a fatal one might use his entire store of aura. The cost would be 10 AP for minor to moderate wounds.
Bypass
While many are envious of Ash's semblance, he honestly never found a use for it. With his ability, he is able to channel all of his aura into his blade, allowing it to penetrate almost any barrier, include Grimm armor and other Auras. While it seems like it'd make things too easy, he has found many other complications. While and after using his semblance, he finds himself vulnerable to any strike, his aura completely diverted to another place. No only this, it is often only effective against a singular, powerful foe, as it can only be used once every few hours. Once the charge is used, it can not be used again until his Aura recovers, and it can only be used once on one enemy. If the charge is not used after five minutes, however, the Aura used flows back into him, instead of disappearing. Cost = 100 AP
WEAPONS
Ashford never really took to naming his weapons. Instead, he only ever referred to the saber hanging on his hip as his sword. Often, his fingers traced a lazily wrapped handle, gliding over worn blue wrappings. The arm-guard was almost non-existent, only appearing as a broken piece of metal above the hilt that looked like it could stab just as well as the blade could. And that was saying something as, even though it was dull and marred with surface scratches, the blade still curved the air around it as easily as it did bone. A simple saber, but still a deadly weapon, it didn't any mechanical abilities, other than being able to channel Ash's aura to a certain degree. It also merged with Ash's semblance.
MISC.
Aside from his sword, Ash carried an old, seemingly standard revolver, along with enough dust rounds to supply his endeavors, which is generally around fifty dust rounds -- 10 Burn Rounds, 10 Water Rounds, and 30 Gravity Rounds. -- and twenty regular ones. If you went back a decade or two, it probably would've been standard Legion tech, but years of advancement had outdated it. Other than this, he caries an old deck of playing cards in a dented steel case.
AURA
Despite the fact that Ash had a generally generic look, his aura seemed to scream unique. Often times a shade of red, Ash's aura tended to take on a dim, but still calculating appearance. Almost as if it wanted to be underestimated. But, if one payed close attention, it could easily be discerned that his aura felt cold, despite its hue.
Ash was also able to mend small to medium wounds, while keeping someone alive from a fatal one might use his entire store of aura. The cost would be 10 AP for minor to moderate wounds.
SEMBLANCE
Bypass
While many are envious of Ash's semblance, he honestly never found a use for it. With his ability, he is able to channel all of his aura into his blade, allowing it to penetrate almost any barrier, include Grimm armor and other Auras. While it seems like it'd make things too easy, he has found many other complications. While and after using his semblance, he finds himself vulnerable to any strike, his aura completely diverted to another place. No only this, it is often only effective against a singular, powerful foe, as it can only be used once every few hours. Once the charge is used, it can not be used again until his Aura recovers, and it can only be used once on one enemy. If the charge is not used after five minutes, however, the Aura used flows back into him, instead of disappearing. Cost = 100 AP
AURA POINTS: 125
Gintama, Okita Sougo as Ashford Ciar played by Ciar
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