Post by Syler Darkon on Nov 18, 2005 20:21:48 GMT -5
Name: Syler Darkon
Nicknames: None for now
Race: Human
Class: Soldier
Age: 28
Weight: 165 lbs
Height: 6'5"
Build: Not overly muscular, but still pretty built. Broad chest, thin hips and legs, hides powerful body.
Eye color: Grey as granite
Hair: Short black hair, has a small ponytail of sorts.
Habits: He sometimes strokes his right fore arm, mainly because of the fact that its now artifical, and it sometime feels as if its not there at all.
Personality: Very quiet most of the time, but can be talkitive. Sometimes keeps to himself, other times will engage in a conversation if in the mood. Normally doesn't seek battles, but will fight if he needs to, sometimes jumoing into a battle that could have been avoided.
Appearance:
With sword;
with sheild.
He normally wear a military style uniform he had found in the ruins of Zanarkand.
Hobbies: He is always searching for new and different Machina as he travels from place to place, trying to get stronger. After discovering the machina that now formed his right fore arm, he was convinced there was a whole different set of machina out there waiting to be found.
History: Born long after such incidents as Sin and the like, Syler had a peaceful childhood, playing games such as catch the sin and find the Aeon. His childhood was all sun and shine until the day that changed him from a careless child into a man driving himself to the brink of death at times just to get stronger.
It was a day like any other, sun high in the sky, the viliage calm and children playing every where, including himself, though now at the age of 15. The nthey came. A firghting entrance accompained by destruction and chaos that struck down many in the villiage, including children. Syler himself narrowly dodged dieing, lucky he was. Lucky his family was not. His Mother, Father, and two sisters and died in that attack, with him watching on in horror as the two delighted in their deaths. He vowed that day that he would someday cause their downfall, if not by himself, through his actions.
Since that day, he trained hard and long, always pushing himself as far as he could to get stronger. He often took up traveling with bands of warriors, learning fro mthem and training. In this way, he came to the new Al Bhed (Sp?) home, were he met someone he thought had died long ago. It seemed that one of his sisters had not gied, and in fact had survived, having been found by some Al Bhed after the fact, still in her crib. Brought up in the Al Bhed ways, she was extemely skilled with machina, especially with kinds that had never been seen or encountered before.
After meeting up with his sister once more, he departed, traveling for 5 more years before finally arriving at the ruin of Zanarkand for the first time. His sister, who had started traveling with him, had set up camp at the outskirts, leaving him to travel into the ruins themselves and look around. While in there, he found a new kind of machina he had never seen before, some sort of fake arm. As he was leaving, he fought several monsters, one after another, as if they had been waiting for him.
Tire and beaten, Syler had almost reached the camp site when he was attacked by a Behemoth. The fight that followed was firece and ened in Syler lieing on the ground, uncousis, missing his right fore arm. His sister found him and was horrified by how he looked. Taking him back to the camp, she bound hm as best she could and stopped the bleeding from his right forearm. As he lay sleeping, she began to examine the machina he had found.
2 weeks later, he woke up with a new forearm, and a new weapon. At first, he didn't know it was even there, not feeling it. Then when he reached with it, he was startled to see something there that he didn't feel. His sister explained to him that she had figured out how to attach it, but didn't know what it did or anything about it.
About a year later, while in a battle, Syler lost his sword, and was about to be struck down when something unexpected happened. What happened stunned him, as a cicular disk on the top of his hand, which had always been there, but they had never figured out what it did, activated and morphed his forearm into a large sheild, blocking the attack. Still stunned, the sheild reverted to normal, and the nchanged into a sword. Acting quickly, he struck down the moster he was fighting in one akward blow. Afterwards, he began training to try and learn to control the morphing of the arm.
Almost 10 years later, after having mastered the arms transformations more or less, he had a weapon better than most. Though at times it was still akward to use, he weiled it better than most could a regular sword. Now he searches for info about his arm, and more machina similar to it, wondering if there was a way to make himself better through machina.
Weapons: His only weapon is a piece of machina he happened by while training. It fits onto the top of his right hand, and from all appearances, can not be removed. It somehow transform into a sword and a sheild, but can only be one or the other. He calls it his insta-weapon.
Gears: 1.Phoenix Down
2.Hi-Potion
3.Remedy
4.Fire Gem
Skills/Spells/Limit Break:
1. Haste
2. Weapon Change: Allows him to change his weapon from sword to sheild while in battle.
3. Cure
Limit Break: Machina Cannon: His hand also has a third weapon it can turn into. Though Syler has yet to figure out just how to get it to change at will, its third and final mode is a where the forearm morphs into a powerful cannon. With power riveling most cannons that are twice that size, it can only hit one target with full force, leaving multiple targets to be hit by a reduced force from the blast.
Fighting Style: None.
Strengths: Having a fake right arm is useful. Thanks to its abilites, he can switch from defense to attack and vise a versa quite quickly, giving him a better defense than most Soldiers. Also, given his frame and build, though he is quite strong, he is also quite felxible, as is sometiems demostrated when he fights.
Weaknesses: Though haveing the fake right arm has its benefits, it also has its down falls. One such is that his right arm will never get any stronger than it has. Well, his forearm anyways. In teast of pure strength, he will probably not win because of this fact, though his upper arm strength is greater than mosts, still, due to the size and shape of the weapon, he at times has difficulty weilding it.
Nicknames: None for now
Race: Human
Class: Soldier
Age: 28
Weight: 165 lbs
Height: 6'5"
Build: Not overly muscular, but still pretty built. Broad chest, thin hips and legs, hides powerful body.
Eye color: Grey as granite
Hair: Short black hair, has a small ponytail of sorts.
Habits: He sometimes strokes his right fore arm, mainly because of the fact that its now artifical, and it sometime feels as if its not there at all.
Personality: Very quiet most of the time, but can be talkitive. Sometimes keeps to himself, other times will engage in a conversation if in the mood. Normally doesn't seek battles, but will fight if he needs to, sometimes jumoing into a battle that could have been avoided.
Appearance:
With sword;
with sheild.
He normally wear a military style uniform he had found in the ruins of Zanarkand.
Hobbies: He is always searching for new and different Machina as he travels from place to place, trying to get stronger. After discovering the machina that now formed his right fore arm, he was convinced there was a whole different set of machina out there waiting to be found.
History: Born long after such incidents as Sin and the like, Syler had a peaceful childhood, playing games such as catch the sin and find the Aeon. His childhood was all sun and shine until the day that changed him from a careless child into a man driving himself to the brink of death at times just to get stronger.
It was a day like any other, sun high in the sky, the viliage calm and children playing every where, including himself, though now at the age of 15. The nthey came. A firghting entrance accompained by destruction and chaos that struck down many in the villiage, including children. Syler himself narrowly dodged dieing, lucky he was. Lucky his family was not. His Mother, Father, and two sisters and died in that attack, with him watching on in horror as the two delighted in their deaths. He vowed that day that he would someday cause their downfall, if not by himself, through his actions.
Since that day, he trained hard and long, always pushing himself as far as he could to get stronger. He often took up traveling with bands of warriors, learning fro mthem and training. In this way, he came to the new Al Bhed (Sp?) home, were he met someone he thought had died long ago. It seemed that one of his sisters had not gied, and in fact had survived, having been found by some Al Bhed after the fact, still in her crib. Brought up in the Al Bhed ways, she was extemely skilled with machina, especially with kinds that had never been seen or encountered before.
After meeting up with his sister once more, he departed, traveling for 5 more years before finally arriving at the ruin of Zanarkand for the first time. His sister, who had started traveling with him, had set up camp at the outskirts, leaving him to travel into the ruins themselves and look around. While in there, he found a new kind of machina he had never seen before, some sort of fake arm. As he was leaving, he fought several monsters, one after another, as if they had been waiting for him.
Tire and beaten, Syler had almost reached the camp site when he was attacked by a Behemoth. The fight that followed was firece and ened in Syler lieing on the ground, uncousis, missing his right fore arm. His sister found him and was horrified by how he looked. Taking him back to the camp, she bound hm as best she could and stopped the bleeding from his right forearm. As he lay sleeping, she began to examine the machina he had found.
2 weeks later, he woke up with a new forearm, and a new weapon. At first, he didn't know it was even there, not feeling it. Then when he reached with it, he was startled to see something there that he didn't feel. His sister explained to him that she had figured out how to attach it, but didn't know what it did or anything about it.
About a year later, while in a battle, Syler lost his sword, and was about to be struck down when something unexpected happened. What happened stunned him, as a cicular disk on the top of his hand, which had always been there, but they had never figured out what it did, activated and morphed his forearm into a large sheild, blocking the attack. Still stunned, the sheild reverted to normal, and the nchanged into a sword. Acting quickly, he struck down the moster he was fighting in one akward blow. Afterwards, he began training to try and learn to control the morphing of the arm.
Almost 10 years later, after having mastered the arms transformations more or less, he had a weapon better than most. Though at times it was still akward to use, he weiled it better than most could a regular sword. Now he searches for info about his arm, and more machina similar to it, wondering if there was a way to make himself better through machina.
Weapons: His only weapon is a piece of machina he happened by while training. It fits onto the top of his right hand, and from all appearances, can not be removed. It somehow transform into a sword and a sheild, but can only be one or the other. He calls it his insta-weapon.
Gears: 1.Phoenix Down
2.Hi-Potion
3.Remedy
4.Fire Gem
Skills/Spells/Limit Break:
1. Haste
2. Weapon Change: Allows him to change his weapon from sword to sheild while in battle.
3. Cure
Limit Break: Machina Cannon: His hand also has a third weapon it can turn into. Though Syler has yet to figure out just how to get it to change at will, its third and final mode is a where the forearm morphs into a powerful cannon. With power riveling most cannons that are twice that size, it can only hit one target with full force, leaving multiple targets to be hit by a reduced force from the blast.
Fighting Style: None.
Strengths: Having a fake right arm is useful. Thanks to its abilites, he can switch from defense to attack and vise a versa quite quickly, giving him a better defense than most Soldiers. Also, given his frame and build, though he is quite strong, he is also quite felxible, as is sometiems demostrated when he fights.
Weaknesses: Though haveing the fake right arm has its benefits, it also has its down falls. One such is that his right arm will never get any stronger than it has. Well, his forearm anyways. In teast of pure strength, he will probably not win because of this fact, though his upper arm strength is greater than mosts, still, due to the size and shape of the weapon, he at times has difficulty weilding it.
