Post by Creator on Nov 1, 2007 19:15:22 GMT -5
Name-[/b] Hawk L. Mitchell
Age-[/b] 16
Date of Birth-[/b] May 30th, 1991
Homelands-[/b] Washington D.C.
Race-[/b] Human
Class-[/b] Black Mage
Final-[/b] Perfect Marksman
One of the few instances where Hawk actually uses his magic, this technique lets him create six bullet-sized bursts of black magic, channeled out through his gun, which can be controlled by his will. They can change direction as a unit, or act independently. This takes a lot of energy condensed into a small area, and thus drains him fairly quickly, but the attack is often lethal.
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{Weapon information}
Life-Force Revolver
A special, six-chamber, double-action revolver that takes in a portion of the user's life force when used. This bonds the two together as if they were one, allowing for smooth and easy use even to the most clueless gunman. When not in use, certain parts of the gun remain black, but when in someone's hand they glow with a color that is specific to the user. If the gun is destroyed while in use, the user may die.
[Enchantments]
Having used the gun for years, Hawk had permanently infused it with a portion of his own life force, and thus he can prevent others from being able to fire it.
{Armour Information}
None
{Accessory Information}
Ultimate Boomerang of Ultimate Distraction
An ordinary boomerang. With his ability to perfectly predict an object's path, he can throw and catch it without fail. Mainly used to distract people, it can also give away his position if the enemy thinks to follow it.
{Physical Description}
Hawk is fairly short, about 5'8", but while he may be small, he can still intimidate. At least in his old environment, he was considered dangerous to talk to, though this was more due to his attitude than his physique. Short sandy hair sticks up an inch or so, though not in the sense that it was spiked, in the sense that he had run his fingers through it enough for it to migrate into that position permanently. He tends to wear darker clothing, and almost always dons a black hoodie with a large center pocket. Blue jeans just reach his brown shoes, which are slightly worn at the toes. His eyes are a piercing red, but as he fights and runs out of energy, they gradually revert to a brown shade, giving enemies a good indication of where they stand.
{Background}
Hawk grew up in good ol' Washington D.C., where his father worked as a custodian. His family was overall normal, with none of his relatives showing the slightest interest or even knowledge of supernatural occurrences. He was a mischievous child, often getting in trouble for starting small fires and being cruel to animals. His parents punished him harshly, and dismissed it as a young boy's adventures, perhaps denying his hostile nature.
As he entered his teenage years, he began to show a fascination with guns. His father had one, an ordinary pistol, though merely for defense. D.C. is a big place, after all. But he had little interest with pistols and more with the old-timey revolvers used in westerns. He began saving up to buy one, and even as he did so people began to notice his irises slowly taking on a red tint. His parents had a few tests done, but apparently they were absolutely normal. Probably a quirk in his genes or something, they decided after a year or so.
He one day examined a weapons shop, one of the swords/knives/various dangerous toys stores that wouldn't sell anything to minors. A man saw Hawk examining a case of various guns, and spotted the look in his eyes, and, perhaps the eyes themselves.
The next day, Hawk found a box at the foot of his bed. To his great surprise, he found his gun, along with a note. Secret was all it said, but it was enough for him to understand this wasn't a gift from his parents.
He was, of course, mesmerized by the gun. It was not ordinary, that's for sure. The thing changed colors for Christ's sake! But he liked it, and began developing a unique ability. The gun hadn't come with bullets, but as he held it, he could almost see lines stretch through the air, plotting a trail for the imaginary shots. He could only assume that this would be the actual path a bullet would take, at least until he got the second gift.
By the time the box of ammunition had arrived, he had become skilled at hiding, quickly drawing, and twirling the gun on his finger. (As in a western.) But things took on a different twist with the six bullets. He could actually do some damage now. Or, perhaps, some experiments. One session out in the woods with his gun taught him that his visions were indeed the correct paths of the bullets, and he figured it had something to do with his eyes, and perhaps the color in the gun itself. Only now did he begin to suspect something supernatural.
The third and final gift he received was merely a letter, written in the same handwriting as the first note. Twilight Moon Academy, boy. Go. Included was an address and money for the trip. He was fairly reluctant to leave his life behind, but he convinced himself it was the best thing to do, and took the stranger's advice.
Age-[/b] 16
Date of Birth-[/b] May 30th, 1991
Homelands-[/b] Washington D.C.
Race-[/b] Human
Class-[/b] Black Mage
Final-[/b] Perfect Marksman
One of the few instances where Hawk actually uses his magic, this technique lets him create six bullet-sized bursts of black magic, channeled out through his gun, which can be controlled by his will. They can change direction as a unit, or act independently. This takes a lot of energy condensed into a small area, and thus drains him fairly quickly, but the attack is often lethal.
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{Weapon information}
Life-Force Revolver
A special, six-chamber, double-action revolver that takes in a portion of the user's life force when used. This bonds the two together as if they were one, allowing for smooth and easy use even to the most clueless gunman. When not in use, certain parts of the gun remain black, but when in someone's hand they glow with a color that is specific to the user. If the gun is destroyed while in use, the user may die.
[Enchantments]
Having used the gun for years, Hawk had permanently infused it with a portion of his own life force, and thus he can prevent others from being able to fire it.
{Armour Information}
None
{Accessory Information}
Ultimate Boomerang of Ultimate Distraction
An ordinary boomerang. With his ability to perfectly predict an object's path, he can throw and catch it without fail. Mainly used to distract people, it can also give away his position if the enemy thinks to follow it.
{Physical Description}
Hawk is fairly short, about 5'8", but while he may be small, he can still intimidate. At least in his old environment, he was considered dangerous to talk to, though this was more due to his attitude than his physique. Short sandy hair sticks up an inch or so, though not in the sense that it was spiked, in the sense that he had run his fingers through it enough for it to migrate into that position permanently. He tends to wear darker clothing, and almost always dons a black hoodie with a large center pocket. Blue jeans just reach his brown shoes, which are slightly worn at the toes. His eyes are a piercing red, but as he fights and runs out of energy, they gradually revert to a brown shade, giving enemies a good indication of where they stand.
{Background}
Hawk grew up in good ol' Washington D.C., where his father worked as a custodian. His family was overall normal, with none of his relatives showing the slightest interest or even knowledge of supernatural occurrences. He was a mischievous child, often getting in trouble for starting small fires and being cruel to animals. His parents punished him harshly, and dismissed it as a young boy's adventures, perhaps denying his hostile nature.
As he entered his teenage years, he began to show a fascination with guns. His father had one, an ordinary pistol, though merely for defense. D.C. is a big place, after all. But he had little interest with pistols and more with the old-timey revolvers used in westerns. He began saving up to buy one, and even as he did so people began to notice his irises slowly taking on a red tint. His parents had a few tests done, but apparently they were absolutely normal. Probably a quirk in his genes or something, they decided after a year or so.
He one day examined a weapons shop, one of the swords/knives/various dangerous toys stores that wouldn't sell anything to minors. A man saw Hawk examining a case of various guns, and spotted the look in his eyes, and, perhaps the eyes themselves.
The next day, Hawk found a box at the foot of his bed. To his great surprise, he found his gun, along with a note. Secret was all it said, but it was enough for him to understand this wasn't a gift from his parents.
He was, of course, mesmerized by the gun. It was not ordinary, that's for sure. The thing changed colors for Christ's sake! But he liked it, and began developing a unique ability. The gun hadn't come with bullets, but as he held it, he could almost see lines stretch through the air, plotting a trail for the imaginary shots. He could only assume that this would be the actual path a bullet would take, at least until he got the second gift.
By the time the box of ammunition had arrived, he had become skilled at hiding, quickly drawing, and twirling the gun on his finger. (As in a western.) But things took on a different twist with the six bullets. He could actually do some damage now. Or, perhaps, some experiments. One session out in the woods with his gun taught him that his visions were indeed the correct paths of the bullets, and he figured it had something to do with his eyes, and perhaps the color in the gun itself. Only now did he begin to suspect something supernatural.
The third and final gift he received was merely a letter, written in the same handwriting as the first note. Twilight Moon Academy, boy. Go. Included was an address and money for the trip. He was fairly reluctant to leave his life behind, but he convinced himself it was the best thing to do, and took the stranger's advice.