Post by Robin The Levite:DD on Jan 9, 2009 12:26:36 GMT -5
Name: Chiaro/Buio (It depends on his mood)
Pronounced: Chee-ah-row/ Boo-ee-yo (Chiaro means 'Light' while Buio means 'dark') [/color]
Age: 16...or at least he thinks so...
Birth Date: Not really sure...he believes its January 16th
Height: 5ft10in
Weight: 152lbs
Homeland: An unknown stretch of land just west of Italy; He was raised by Roman priest who worshipped Apollo, the god of Light
Race: Half Angel,Half Demon
Class: Red Mage
Final: Tempo Inarcarsi
Means Time Warp. With this move Chiaro can mess with an opponents mind and make it seem like they’re going through horrible torture. This mental attack is extremely effective because if the brain shuts down in the process, the enemy is pretty much turns to a vegetative state; thus a win for Chiaro :DD Now of course there are consequences with using this technique, one being that after use Chiaro is unable to move properly for some time. Another fact is that Tempo Inarcarsi doesn’t always work, and if there are more than 1 opponent, it can leave Chiaro vulnerable.
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Weapon Info:
Spada Di Celesti
This long crooked sword’s origin is unknown, but with its 18 inch jerky length and the 2 inch width of the blade, it balances out perfectly in Chiaro’s hand. While it is said that it came directly from heaven to fight off the state of corruption the earth is going through, the Spada Di Celesti was seemed to choose Chiaro rather than the other way around. It allows him to be in better control of white magic
The ebony tint and evil appearance is contrast to its light name, but its to no matter to Chiaro.
When not in use the Spada Di Celesti retreats into Chiaro’s bronze cuff which he has named-
Accessory Info:
Potere Di Inferno
A band of bronze that is attached to Chiaro’s left wrist and twirls all the way up to his elbow.
Before leaving on the Twilight Academy expedition the Potere Di Inferno was planted on Chiaro by a demon to help him hone black magic. It also is the Spada Di Celesti’s sheath; when the handle of the sword comes in contact with the cuff, it disappears, and to take it out again he must grip the cuff at the sides.
Armor info:
He wears none.
Physical Description:
Like the half angel he is his complexion is a fair ivory and shimmers like marble; scars criss-cross his skin all over and his fingers are marked with burns. He’s tall and lanky, stringy with few muscle, but fitter than most. Shaggy dark hair falls down to his eyes which are two different colors, one a blood red and one the color of a stormy sky. His crimson colored eye is blind and he often covers it with a bandage so it won’t burden him.
A pair of wings are attached to his back, and like his eyes they are also two different colors; one black and one white, he straps them down flat against his back due to the fear they often produce from mortals.
He’s small for his race’s average size but he rather likes his height because it makes him seem almost normal.
From his Demon side he has obtained steel-like bones, near impossible to break. He always stands with his shoulder square and back straight because of this.
Outfit wise, Chiaro’s preference is in a dark punk-ish style complete with a high collared sleeveless onyx coat that puts emphasis on his slender figure, and worn black jeans accompanied by a red sash and dark combat boots (The extra weight of the boots aid in is speed and endurance training) and the Potere Di Inferno that winds around his forearm finish off his look.
A pair of wings are attached to his back, and like his eyes they are also two different colors; one black and one white, he straps them down flat against his back due to the fear they often produce from mortals.
He’s small for his race’s average size but he rather likes his height because it makes him seem almost normal.
From his Demon side he has obtained steel-like bones, near impossible to break. He always stands with his shoulder square and back straight because of this.
Outfit wise, Chiaro’s preference is in a dark punk-ish style complete with a high collared sleeveless onyx coat that puts emphasis on his slender figure, and worn black jeans accompanied by a red sash and dark combat boots (The extra weight of the boots aid in is speed and endurance training) and the Potere Di Inferno that winds around his forearm finish off his look.
Personality:
His personality is extremely difficult to understand, mostly due to the fact that he has two complete opposites battling inside him.
His angel side calls himself Chiaro and feels the need to aid others and to steer clear of violence and evil. He is easily intimidated and has a reputation for being a coward (though he’s trying his best to overcome it). His smile is beautiful and annoying at times, but Chiaro’s aloof attitude can be refreshing if you’ve had a rather hard day.
The demon him is named Buio and is the yang to Chiaro’s yin. His smartass comments bite down pretty hard and his mischievous spirit can drive even the most peaceful guru insane, but these traits fall short of his love of solving problems by fighting and violence. He bickers and sneers like there’s nothing good in the world and his recklessness is his greatest weakness. The only good in him is his ability to give reasonable advice in the gloomiest of times.
Both these personalities have a few things in common though:
They’re both stubborn, and they’re horribly flirtatious; even Chiaro has a thing for the ladies. But the most prominent characteristic these two share is amazing resourcefulness and cunning.
His angel side calls himself Chiaro and feels the need to aid others and to steer clear of violence and evil. He is easily intimidated and has a reputation for being a coward (though he’s trying his best to overcome it). His smile is beautiful and annoying at times, but Chiaro’s aloof attitude can be refreshing if you’ve had a rather hard day.
The demon him is named Buio and is the yang to Chiaro’s yin. His smartass comments bite down pretty hard and his mischievous spirit can drive even the most peaceful guru insane, but these traits fall short of his love of solving problems by fighting and violence. He bickers and sneers like there’s nothing good in the world and his recklessness is his greatest weakness. The only good in him is his ability to give reasonable advice in the gloomiest of times.
Both these personalities have a few things in common though:
They’re both stubborn, and they’re horribly flirtatious; even Chiaro has a thing for the ladies. But the most prominent characteristic these two share is amazing resourcefulness and cunning.
Background:
It has never been revealed how a mere baby could survive a flood while the rest of the village was killed, but what’s more of a mystery is how this baby arrived at the island where Apollo was worshipped.
Several elder priests argued against keeping the baby.
‘Aren’t demons the entire reason we worship our god?! Why then should we allow this infantile monster partake in our lives?’
The ones who wanted to care for the child retorted back.
‘Well aren’t angels the ones protecting us? This baby has been sent from the heavens to save our lives and we must accept this fact!’
It was discussion that was disputed for the longest time, even after the decision to keep the baby was placed.
They named the child Chiaro and he was placed in the high priest’s care.
He lived a miserable life.
The high priest treated Chiaro harshly and would train him in the ways of white magic. It wasn’t too much of a problem up until he was 5.
In that year his demon blood started to churn more than usual.
“No!” The high priest would scream at him as soon as the changes began to occur. “Do you have any idea what this land has gone through just to keep you?! You’re not giving up you hear me, we’re not giving up!”
Chiaro tried his best to do what his guardian commanded, but white magic burned his fingers often; he couldn’t control it, he wouldn’t control it.
That’s when he was given the Spada Di Celesti to help wield power over white magic and in hope of ceasing his constant defiance. It became Chiaro’s greatest weapon but did nothing to stop his demon side from acting out.
Buio was born the year after, and he grew and grew, and was feared and hated. Buio practiced black magic in the open though it often reacted badly to his angel skin, he laughed out loud when the priest prayed to they’re god and he would play horrible tricks on the town day after day.
Of course this meant he had to be punished.
Scars and marks decorated every inch of his body, and it wouldn’t take more than an hour before he’d be taken in to punishment again.
Chiaro didn’t understand why one minute he’d be accepted and the next be exiled. He couldn’t accept the fact that a part of him was evil at all.
Buio tormented his angel side and would often get into trouble just for the thrill.
It didn’t take long before the village decided to do something about the demon.
“We should throw him out of the land.” Few suggested, but the others feared the demon would fight back.
“Why don’t we force him into a dungeon?” Others cried, but many still feared the power of Buio.
Finally the high priest spoke up.
“We will kill him in his sleep.”
The village had once dreaded the penalty Apollo would place on them for spilling pure blood, but the torture of Buio was too much to handle any longer.
It was settled; the murder would be done by none other than the high priest himself…
(5 minute intermission plz:DD)
{Thank you and now I’ll get back with the story}
Have you ever tried to kill an angel?
Well have you ever tried to kill an angelic demon?
Don’t…Never try…You’ll die…Or you’ll wish you’d die…
Unfortunately the high priest didn’t know.
It was the darkest hour as he crept over to Chiaro with a knife in his hand and murder on his thoughts. He wouldn’t look at the boy and closed his eyes as he raised the knife over him.
Too bad. With his eyes closed he couldn’t see Chiaro’s eyes snap open…and he couldn’t see his gray eyes turn red…
The struggle that took place between Buio and the high priest ended quickly, with a rather bloody finish, and if it wasn’t for Chiaro’s brief but damaging intrusion during it all they would have had no injury at all…
Buio, enraged and full of recklessness, left his home and into the village square, bloody, with one eye gray and the other red and bleeding.
It didn’t take him too long to destroy every home, and as soon as he was done Chiaro pounded in with guilt and horrible sorrow.
Buio had spared no one.
The sun rose like every other day, and Chiaro sat watching it rise, like every other day, it was silent, like every other day too…but not for the same reasons…
They tore each other apart, Chiaro and Buio, they were enemies, they hated one another, how in the hell did they fit in one person?!
Even though Chiaro despised Buio and Buio craved to kill Chiaro, they knew if one was destroyed the other one died too…But these murders were the final straw for Chiaro…
He turned away from the fallen village in disgust and walked to his home, to where the dead high priest lay…and grabbed the Spada Di Celesti…
‘You wouldn’t dare.’ Buio growled, only a distant buzz in the back of Chiaro’s mind.
“You don’t know me at all.” Chiaro hissed, looking at the black blade in his hands.
It wouldn’t have taken much. To kill himself I mean.
One fast stab to the heart. One swift swipe across the wrist.
It would have been quick. Not painless of course, but at the very least simple…
As easy as 1, 2-
‘I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it!’ Buio cackled as Chiaro dropped his sword.
What a coward…
Chiaro curled up in a ball right there in the high priest’s blood and cried himself to sleep; Buio laughing at him through it all…
Again it was darkest hour of the night when a faint glow in front of him awoke Chiaro. Imagine his surprise when he opened his eyes to see a tall black haired man with red eyes staring down at him, his other features were shadowed and hard to see.
“I can’t believe I’m the father of a loser…” The man muttered with a rasp voice.
Odd as it seems, at the moment the man said ‘father’ Chiaro sprang up to his feet and wrapped his arms around him crying hysterically.
“Daddy!”
“Oh yech!” The man pushed Chiaro away with one hand, angry tint in his glowing eyes. “Grow up boy; I’m not any more your daddy then your fairy godmother.”
“But…You said…”
Suddenly Buio pushed through with a growl of annoyance.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to be the son of a worthless piece of-”
The stranger began to laugh.
“There’s my boy! I was having some doubt for a minute there…”
“What are you talking about you loon?” Buio sneered crossing his arms.
His father furrowed his brow as he scowled.
“I guess you gotta find out huh…” He grinned down at Buio, smirk flashing white against the blur of his featureless face. “You’re from my seed, yeah, I can’t deny that, but only you. Chiaro, you know, the worm of an angel that’s sharing your life, well he shouldn’t be. Or maybe it’s you who are the mistake…Well anyways it doesn’t matter, the only reason I’m here is because you screwed up.”
Chiaro broke through with a whimper.
“What do you mean?...”
“Ah geez, not you again…Hey kid, you gotta toughen up.” Buio’s father rolled his eyes as he turned away from the boy.
“I’ll make sure he will, now get to your point.” Buio leapt up to Chiaro’s defense in surprise to them both.
“You’ve been sentenced to death Buio, and if you die, Chiaro dies too.”
“What?!?” Buio roared, Chiaro’s hyperventilating in the back of his mind.
“Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t care if you died or not, but the angel’s mother, as beautiful as she is, got on my last nerve. She didn’t want her ‘precious baby’ being executed so she sent me to get you a lighter sentence…Would serve you two right to die if you ask me though…Either way its not my decision, but you were given two choices…Execution or school- ”
“Oh hell no!” Buio spit despite Chiaro’s enthusiasm about the second option.
‘What are you doing, do you want to get us killed?!’ Chiaro hissed; Buio only ignored him.
His father started to snicker
“Actually, I lied, you don’t have a choice I was just seeing what kind of idiot you were…” He looked at his son, no longer laughing but now with fury flaming in his red eyes. “You’re a stupid idiot.”
The next thing Buio knew his father grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up to his face level.
“The problem with you is that you’re too stupid to be of any worth, and you’re other side is too much of a coward...You’re going to that school so maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn how to do something right.”
Without another word about it Buio’s father let him drop and turned.
“You’re gonna have to get there on your own though, don’t expect me to take you.”
“But I don’t even know where I have to or what the school’s name is…” Chiaro gasped, Buio having retreated into sullenness.
The man snapped his fingers once and suddenly a bronze band appeared on Chiaro’s left wrist with a burning hiss.
“Ah! Get it off, it hurts!” Chiaro cried, pulling at it with his other hand.
Instead of taking it off the demon only laughed mockingly as the cuff began to coil around Chiaro’s entire forearm.
“This will help you with black magic and since you’ve got that sissy sword perhaps it’s best for you to learn the ways of a red mage.”
Chiaro fell to the floor, feeling his strength being sucked into that evil burning band.
“It’s called the Potere Di Inferno; it’ll take some time to get used to it though…”
‘Hurry up and ask him how to get to that stupid school.’ Buio growled but Chiaro was already blacking out.
He opened his mouth to no avail; no words came out.
The last thing he saw before falling completely unconscious was Buio’s father, his father, leaning over with a smirk.
“You’ll know the school when you get there, it won’t take much to find it…It’s for the gifted…”
When Chiaro awoke he wasn’t home, he didn’t know where he was but he knew it was nowhere near his home…
It took quite a bit of panicking before he realized that the path in front of him was completely clear of trees and was bathed in an unnatural light.
“Should we follow it?” Chiaro murmured.
‘No duh genius…’ Buio answered and that started the journey.
The entire expedition was long and tedious but not very hard thanks to the illuminated trail that lead them across various lands.
Determination drilled both Chiaro and Buio onwards; Chiaro simply fixated on becoming a better and braver man, er, angel, and Buio practically obsessed on showing his father up and proving that he was an excellent demon…
They practiced magic and combat, but throughout the entire journey they realized that mental attacks often worked much more in the favor of the attacker, so they learned the ways of mind play.
The sun rose and set several times during their expedition and the moon cycle went by two times before they found themselves in an ugly swampy place, murky with fallen fog.
“Crap, where’s the path?” Buio cursed looking around frantically.
The path had completely vanished, there wasn’t even a pathway leading to the way they came.
‘You got us lost?’ Chiaro cried making Buio curse even louder.
In that instant a golden beam fell on them.
“My son, you have arrived.” The warm woman’s voice floated down form the sky and her words hung in the air for a moment before fading away along with the beam of light.
‘Thanks Mommy…’ Chiaro gushed.
“Oh blech!” Buio gagged, ruining the entire moment.
After a few minutes of silence Chiaro cleared his throat in the back of Buio’s head.
‘So…This is the school…?’
They looked around at the sad looking humid marsh.
“Maybe if we cross the lake we’ll find it…”
They peered at the dark water, moving with waves and whatever else might have been down there. Several boats bobbed up in down at the dock, which looked like a simple rotted piece of wood.
‘We can see if one of the boats will take us…’ Chiaro muttered.
“Yeah right, like anyone will want to take a weird looking kid who looks like he hasn’t taken a bath in years across the water with them…We’ll just wait. We weren’t sent across God-knows-what just to get left here on this crap place…They'll send someone, just wait...”
Okay, so they’re kinda waiting…Right now…For someone…For anyone...[/center]
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