Description
Name- Tiir Wrothbane
Age- 17 3/4 (He's picky about that)
Gender - Male
Height - 5'11" 2/3 (he's picky about that too)
Weight- Who knows? He doesn't pay attention to his weight
Tiir has mid-length silver hair, crimson eyes, and an almost perpetual expression of disinterest. His choice of clothing pretty much stays the same:a high collared vest (black, or silver) underneath a long hooded jacket (his hair tends to give him away, so he hides it), and dark (black, green,blue) cargo pants with a black leather bracelet/watch on his left wrist, which covers his Guild stamp (golden, with black trim).
Stats:Strength- 3
Defense-2
Agility-3
Magic-4
Magic - Stormlord Magic
Plue brings all the girls to the yard lol.
Signature Abilities:Healing Touch- By placing his hand over an injured ally's heart, he can heal mild to mid-level injuries. Hhe doesn't us this spell often, since it takes a lot out of him, and doesn't use it often, and as such, isn't really all that great at it.
Overdrive - Focuses Air magic around his legs, increasing his speed, jumping ability, and destructive power of his kicks( which he uses frequently). He's attempting to create a full body version of this spell.
Gungnir (Lightning Version)- An area attack spell. Focusing his energy into his spear instead of his body, Tiir thrusts the tip of the blade into the ground, discharging a lightning sphere, damaging enemies in a wide radius (25-50 feet, depending on how much magical power used)
He also has a limited flight ability (think Erigor, he just can't maintain it for long), and can sense magical power from great distances by how it affects the air. He's teaching himself to affect the natural properties of his elements (like making air attacks hot or cold)
Tiir's Theme -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUu38Y8R0JIPersonality
Tiir is an odd kid. He's normally completely antisocial everyone, but there are exceptions to the rule such as the Guild Master. He pretty much ignores everyone else, even the people on his team, unless it's absolutely necessary. He seems extremely jaded, but will jump to defend the guild's honor, even if he's surrounded by enemies. Can be outright terrifying when he's angry. Otherwise, he keeps to himself. Nobody knows what he's doing when he's not at the guild.
Quirks and Random Facts-
-He has a strange habit of randomly and immediately becoming attached to certain people on sight if he considers them stronger than him. This doesn't happen often, but he can be a bit overwhelming when it does, kind of like a stray puppy following you home.
-He very into art. His apartment is filled with art supplies, paintings, drawings, and and poetry he's written.
-Has never had a girlfriend (shocker,huh)
-Even though he's technically too young, he smokes like a freight train, and is rarely seen without a cigarette. (would you wanna tell him he's too young to smoke?)
-He has a complex about his height because his father was so tall. He may hate his father, but he still wants to surpass him in any way he can, even something as trivial as height.
- He takes care of the man who raised him, both physically(He was injured pretty badly) and financially, although he'd never tell anyone.
-He has a VERY good memory. That is true for numbers, names, faces, just about everything. He was taught that an insignificant seeming detail could be the difference between life and death. There are spells he saw as a child that, spells that he read about in books, even, that he can still remember well enough to recreate with ease.
Equipment
Aside from his smokes, the only thing he routinely keeps with his is a spear that once belonged to his mother, which is part of a battle set (Heaven's Hell... think Erza's Purgatory Armor) that he's trying to collect the pieces of. He collects weapons, and is looking for someone who can teach him Requip magic.
Roleplay Sample- (From my own RP, Fracture)
Feeling suddenly very emo, Eron pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and went back to his bedroom/living room (stupid studio apartment), and rummaging through his drawers to look for something to wear, finding only a pair of boxers and a pair of mismatched socks.
"Laundry day, it is..." He said to himself, taking the boxers, and slipping back into what he was just wearing. He grabbed his laundry bag, filling it with random articles of clothing that covered his bathroom floor. Just as he was slipping his jacket on to head out the door, his phone went off. He checked the caller id before answering. It was his "friend" Jacob, who he met a couple of months ago when he moved here. He thought seriously about just ignoring the call, but decided against it, knowing that Jacob was the type to just invite himself over if he didn't pick up.
He sighed deeply before answering, preparing to put on his "friendly" act. "Hey, man. How's it going?"
Jacob was laughing like a schoolgirl on the other end. Eron was not surprised in the least to her multiple female voices in the background. He knew where this was going.
"Not bad, man, not bad at all. " Jacob replied. "Listen... I have a date tonight with this chick, Melanie that I met at the concert in Seattle last night. She's got a really cute friend, who's really interested in meeting you. I've been telling her all about ya dude. You game for a double date?"
Eron slapped his palm against his head. Why the hell was this fucker always trying to set him up?! "Well, I was getting ready to go and do some laundry, could we maybe reschedule?" He said, fighting to keep the irritation out of his voice.
History
The Wrothbane family is well known in Ebel for their involvement with Dark Guilds. Not wanting Tiir to be raised by his father, who was a Dark Guild Master, his mother ran away with him shortly after he was born. Unfortunately, she passed away while attempting to flee, leaving him alone in the wilderness, where he was eventually found by a hunter from a nearby town who took him in and raised him. Eventually though, when he was 7 years old, his father located him and torched the town to the ground, killing nearly everyone.
Was brought back to his father's Guild Hall and forced to train tirelessly. The training was more along the lines of torture,designed to destroy his human emotion, forcing him past his limits, physically and mentally. He magical ability was was increased considerably, in addition to his knowledge of various types of weaponry, battle strategy, and most importantly, disregard for human life. At age thirteen, when his father decided that his training was complete, he summoned him to his quarters, where he found the man who had raised his, beaten and nearly starved to death, and was to told to prove his loyalty to his father and his guild by killing him.
But he couldn't go through with it, instead, attacking his father, blasting through the roof, and attempting to flee with with the old hunter in tow. He may have made it alone, but with the injured old man, he was quickly surrounded. But he refused to give in, ready to fight to the death. He probably would have died that day, if a multi-Guild assault team, led by Golden Leo, hadn't chosen that moment to attack.
After the long and bloody battle was concluded, it was the Guild Master of Golden Leo who found him and offered him, if not an official place in the guild, at least a place he could call home. Tiir reluctantly agreed.
It's taken a long time for him to open up to people, to trust and believe in people again, but despite his issues, Tiir his become a great asset to the guild, becoming an very well known member in a very short amount of time. He knows he's still got a ways to go, but he's looking forward to participating in the S-Class trial sometime in the next few years.
He may still hold back quite a bit, may be a little rough around the edges, but his heart has healed quite a bit.
