Post by Wilson on Sept 1, 2009 20:10:27 GMT -5
"Falling towards hell, these golden butterflies dipped their wings in how many sins?"
◊-Full Name-◊: Wilson Von Hissaure
◊-Age-◊: 20 years old
◊-Gender-◊: Male
◊-Weapon-◊: Wilson wields one blade, with it's sheath on the side going horizontal across the back of his waist. The handle is yellow, but instead of it being straight, the handle is also turned on it's side. If the blade is in the ground, then the handle ressembles the handle of a tonfa in a sense. The outer part of the handle is smooth, with sharp edges that he can use to cut vines and ropes out of his way. The blade itself is what makes this weapon stand out of all the rest, and on the left and right side of the blade, there's jagged-like points that make the sword lighter to wield, but lacks strength. The end of the blade is curved, but there's something wrong with it. There's a piece of the blade missing, and it almost looks like it's been chipped; the main point of this is that there's actually gunpowder inside there, fused with the right explosive substance that shoots out when told too, and the outcome of this is mear explosions, that is all. The sheath is straight, with a curve at the end so his blade could fit. At the entrance of said sheath, there's a round part, where the side opens so he could grab the sword's handle and attack swiftly.
◊-Fighting Style-◊: Wilson's fighting style is varied and is based upon his agility. In battle, Wilson favors using a single handle longsword. His artes are heavily based for aerial combat, which can be utilized in mid-air once he learns the appropriate skills. He also relies on his feet, which he uses to deliver kicks and punches, while standing on his blade if it's stuck in a tree. His fairly small weight makes this fighting style rather useful, since it doesn't take alot of work, and his body is built for withstanding harsh systems. He jumps alot in battle, to dodge enemies, to send his aerial type artes down to the enemy, and for regular attacks too; mainly to the abdomen and legs, depending which angle he's in. The larger the degree in the angle is, the weaker his attacks are. The shorter the degree in the angle is, the stronger his attacks are. This is the one reason that he always relies on his sword and agility.
◊-Appearance◊-: Wilson stands at the healthy height of 5'11, weighing in at the small weight of 145 lbs, but he does have a good body to do so. He has soft, spiky hair, whilst the top being the only part of his hair that looks purple, but the rest is either really dark blue, or black. His eye color is yellow, which often throws off people thinking that he's not human. His hair passes down his chin, but just barely under it, to the point that it's not touching his neck in any way. When his hair is wet, it looks like it's just one plain sheet of black draped over his head. As for his clothing, he wears all black; surprising, no? He wears a black, princely-like tunic, with all of the corners being silver, while his undershirt is plain white; nothing simple, nothing fancy. His pants also matches the color, but on the end of the legs, there's a gold strap, which is often used to hold his money unlike some who keep it in a pouch at his side. He has a brown leather pouch of fake money at his side, so if a pickpocket would come up and steal his bag, they will end up with fake money, and he will have the real money. Covering his feet, is a pair of black shoes, with nothing special about them either. Also, he has pale peach skin.
◊-Personality◊-: Wilson is regularly a calm and nice man, and is rarely mad until someone provokes him to do so. He is very versatile in the levels of judging things and noticing the smallest things in the scenery, often dwelling on the smaller things for a vey long period of time. He will often not think before entering a place, and often is the first person to attack, thus making him un-cautious of his surroundings. He wouldn't get bothered if someone starts to make fun of him, since they are just hurting themselves also in the process. He doesn't cuss, and says "Thank You" and "Your Welcome" all the time, despite if someone is being arrogant, stupid, immature, and idiotic towards him, and that isn't rare to happen. He developed that "innocent" part of him, often admitting that he didn't do anything or cause a problem, when he did, but he's just oblivious to it. He's also sly when stealing stuff, and getting out of situations, using his calmness to make it like he wasn't the bad person. One part about him that people often cause to underestimate him is his "other side" (other personality), which will be described in the next paragraph.
When Wilson is provoked, he "switches" to his "other side", his personality and fighting style changing greatly. This part of him is very arrogant and serious about his duties and the people that he's protecting, and doesn't care about his other side, Wilson. He is very foul mouthed, but not in the term of using cuss words, and is impolitecalled the following terms very often; Cold, Heartless, and A, often butting into conversations and meetings of importance. This personality of his will smack anyone that seems to "disobey" him in a way, even a lady, and he doesn't feel any remorse afterwards. He's rrogant. Also, he is merciless to the weak alot, but feels more regret afterwards than Wilson, often dropping to his knees and wondering what he just did on that moment. Also, he tends to steal alot from stalls, and doesn't give back or pay for anything that he gets. He bumps into people very often and doesn't use the terms "Thank You" and "Your Welcome" at all, and is inconsiderate; very inconsiderate. Also, his voice is deeper than normal.
People can say that Wilson and his "other side" are actually two souls dwelling inside one body. Wilson himself given his other side a name, calling him "Tyrant"; for his very arrogant and inconsiderate attitude. Some people may think that he's talking to himself if he starts to argue with his other side. One different that puts off that Wilson isn't himself anymore is Tyrant's voice, which is angrier and deeper, while Wilson's is medium and calmer in a way.
◊-History◊-: Wilson Von Hissaure is a boy whom was born in Kimlasca, in the capital city of Baticul. Like any other boy in every family, he was raised to learn that women are merely "servents" to the men, and they always did the cleaning, while man did the protecting and their jobs. His father, Clauis Von Hissaure, taught him these expertise, while his mother, Aroskalya Von Hissaure, gave him home tutoring in a sense; teaching him how to read, write, sow, speak different languages, read the wind's path, geography, and the other stuff. His father taught him how to use the sword, and what techniques to use in for guarding sine he won't have a shield of any sorts with him. The small family lived in a 2 complex house, sharing the building with another family who think that Wilson's parents are trying to make him into a arrogant boy. During his "free breaks", he helped his mother with her job, which she ran a tailor shop just down the street, and fetched her supplies such as needles, thread, and much more. Occassionally, he will help her make the clothing, and that results in his hands having a dozen pricks done in by the thin needle.
On his 6th birthday, he recieved a small silver necklace; something from his mother that she had ever since she was his age. It was too big for his small wrist, but he had to wear it, just for his mother. Even though his father taught him that women are just "tools", and men can't show respect for them, the young boy still did, often helping girls who often fall into the small pond nearby their house. Wilson stared to fall in love with the daughter of the family that lived right below them, often stopping to talk to the young girl when he got the chance, and sent secret notes when his father wasn't looking. If his father ever found out, then who knew what he will do to him -- even the little girl! One day, the young couple were sitting under a large orange tree, holding each other's hands as they watched the birds up ahead. Hearing a rustle behind them, they thought it was just a lonely fox, but in truth, it made Wilson's stomach curl, and forced him to wish that he was never doing this.
It was his father, carrying a small knife along with him! Clauis walked towards his son, only giving him a hard slap to the face 2 times, before covering his soon-to-be girlfriend with his big hands, watching his son so he wouldn't try to do anything to defend her. He knows that his father was a soldier in the past, and has the "killing blood" inside of him; so did Wilson, who was trying to surpass that bloodline inside of him. This next sight caused the young boy to throw up: he watched his father, sticking the knife right into the girl's back, while sliding it upwards, blood coming out of that wound like someone would eat a chocolate chip cookie. Trusting his instincts, he ran to a group of guards that were nearby, in high hopes that they will understand this situation. As he began to talk to the older men, he started to become suspicious, hearing their slurring speech that made their words blend into each other. They were drunk! Blinded with anger, Wilson never felt this sensation before, and this is where Tyrant comes into play.
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