Application - Drotinn [Review Me Please] May 7, 2015 21:23:27 GMT -5
Post by thunderseethe on May 7, 2015 21:23:27 GMT -5
Appearing Age: Eternity/10
Think of a warm kitten, the kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like you just want to hold it and scratch it behind the ears while it meows. Yeah, imagine that but in person form. With less meowing, because it's a person and no amount of practice will allow you to meow like a cat accurately. He does have a beard though, and that's fuzzy like the previously mentioned cat. So all semblance was not lost in the transformation from kitten to human.
His/her eyes, oh his/her eyes, they're all deep n' shit. Like you looking into a soul n' shit, except that's not a soul it's just another cat, warm and fuzzy like any good cat or kitten should be. A nice orange cat, with something that could be white stripes, but is probably just a trick of the light. Which begs the question why is there any sort of light trickery going on in this guys eyes. The answer to that however, I do not hold. Let it be known though, that his eyes were catlike and orange with some white stripes sometimes in the right light. He also had nice ears, and I hear if you scratch them he'll purr, do with that what you will.
He/She was not much for personality, and so had very little. A core aspect of them was understanding, as they tried to empathize with the qualms of anyone they meet. They find that by learning about the human condition they can come to better understand themselves and in turn how they fit into the world around them. That's really it, other then that think like cleveland from family guy but before quagmire fucked his wife, the gold ole days of cleveland.
He/She has been, probably always will be. I know not where she/he comes from but he/she has seen the rise and fall of civilizations as the sands of time grind them away into the abyss.
- Swordsmanship- Beginner
- Kidō- Intermediate
- Hohō - Expert
- Hand to Hand - Beginner
- Speed - Intermediate
- Power - Beginner
- Stamina - Beginner
- Intelligence - Expert
Translation - That which is strong
It looks like a wakizashi, the blade is black steel. The grip is a mahogany color wood wrapped in a navy blue cloth wrap. It is sharp.
He looks like Ryuk from Death Note.
He has the personality of Ryuk from Death Note.
Relationship to Master
Think Light and Ryuk from Death Note, except Light is Drotinn, and Ryuk is Ryuk
Basically the realm of the shinigami from Death Note. The one that Ryuk comes from.
Call Out Phrase:
Sjúga typpið mitt
Translation - It is not
It looks like his bankai
- Description of Attack -
His shikai IS his bankai, he's one of those kind of guys
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- Range -
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Buraindo no kaze
Translation - Wind of the blind
The wakizashi turns into a giant two handed sword sheathed on his back, the sword handle is wrapped in cloth. The blade is kinda ambiguous as it will never be seen by anyone.
- Description of Attack - Upon drawing his sword the name he is thinking of will be killed, probably from a heart attack but the details are left to the powers that be.
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- Range -
- Limitation - He doesn't know how to sheathe his sword, allowing for one usage so far
Drotinn found himself bed ridden again, it was strange. Drotinn wasn't one for being sick, so it this extended stay in bed surprised him/her. A month ago he/she'd found himself travelling, as he/she often did, through a nice wooded area. It was shaping up to be a lovely day, even though there'd been a bit of cloud coverage this morning. It had cleared up nicely now, it was in this wooded area that drotinn was thinking to stop and eat his lunch. However, as he/she was taking a seat upon a warm rock, he/she found himself upon the ground the rock in plain view in front of him. Someone had assailed him/her, before drotinn had a chance to recover and stand up the stranger pinned him/her to the ground and proceeded to place a sack over his/her head. This succinctly removed his vision and another whack later he/she was out at the mercy of his/her mysterious assailants.
Drotinn woke up in a cave, or perhaps basement of some sort. Where ever it was, it smelled of must and felt dusty. He/She tried to sit up and banged his/her head against something hard, drotinn opened his eyes to find it was a cracked surface with tendrils of light poking through. His/Her great powers of deduction lead him/her to believe this was a wooden floor, that'd he/she was under for some reason or another. As drotinn reached this realization another realization came to him/her, they're was a person above him laughing. This fellow shouted down, "You've finally come to, have you lassie". This was followed by the man standing and lifting one of the planks, light came pouring in blinding drotinn. The man explained, "We stripped you of your valuables, but I must say it wasn't much, either way you've no value to us now. So we'll sell you to someone who's in need of some....help, if you catch my drift."
Drotinn was not a fan of what he/she was hearing, he/she wasn't sure what this man meant by help and didn't particularly want to find out. Drotinn tried to stand but found his/her limbs bound making this a hassle. His/her bound form twitched a bit, but might was not his strong point and the ropes proved too much for his/her lanky form. The stout man laughed heartily at drotinn's sad attempts and let the plank fall back into place trapping drotinn once again. An indeterminable amount of time later some men lifted the plank once again, it was dark now. They lifted drotinn out of his/her hole and begin carrying him/her out of what appeared to be a cottage. They were carrying drotinn somewhere, but it was dark and he/she was unable to discern where. They proceeded in this fashion, much resembling a somber funeral procession, for quite a distant. Suddenly, a flash of light, drotinn was dropped to the ground and he/she could hear a cackling seemingly coming from all directions around him/her. A women landed in front of drotinn, she had gray hair which was surprising as she didn't have a terribly aged face as one might expect from such hair. She tapped drotinn on the forehead and he/she once again passed out. This was rather unsightly, our main character had been quite passive and here we find him/her once again taking a passive stance in the story, Most unfortunate.
When drotinn awoke, again, he/she was tucked in to a warm bed. This was a step up from the cold basement he/she'd previously woken in. However, it did little to lessen the annoyance at waking up from unconsciousness yet again. The gray-haired lady returned bringing a tray of food and telling drotinn, "Sorry i had to knock you out but I must keep my location a secret for vague mysterious reasons."Drotinn thought this rather strange, but was not one to question his/her saviour. He/She tried to respond, but found his/her throat to be parched and raspy. "Don't speak yet darling, you need to eat", She handed drotinn the bowl of soup from the tray she was holding. Drotinn took a sip of it and tried again, "Thank you, for saving me, but I have to ask why?". She responded sweetly, "I pick up random strangers in the woods when I can, then I bring them back here to use them as energy sources.". Drotinn was surprised to hear this but laughed enjoying the humor after such a rough day. She looked at him curiously, "Why do you laugh?". "The thought of a witch type character stealing fellows, never to be seen again, made me chuckle". She begins to laugh to, "Oh, I see, I'm glad you can life so easily before I consume you". She then placed her hands on drotinn's shoulders, "Wait a minute, what do you-". Drotinn suddenly felt a chill and started to feel dizzy, the room started spinning and he fell back spilling the soup over his midriff. She stood up and begin to clean up, as she left was walking out of the room drotinn managed to mumble, "W-what is your name, witch?". She turned staring at him, "What an odd thing for a battery to ask, I'm elissa, a pleasure to make your acquaintance". Again drotinn passed out, perhaps third time's the charm.
When drotinn awoke he felt nausea, he/she tried to sit up and immediately spilled his/her guts onto the floor beside the bed. He/She didn't like the thought of this, but things were looking grim and drotinn found himself/herself backed into a corner. He/She stood up, shaking a bit and falling to his/her knees. Elissa walked into the room smiling, though it was far less comforting now. "You woke up quickly, you'll be a great resource in my magic". She placed her hands on drotinn's shoulders again and he/she felt a chill the wooziness returning. However as he/she fell to the floor, drotinn managed to mutter "
Sjúga typpið mitt", and his/her trusty broadsword appeared on his back. Elissa chuckled, "I doubt you have the strength to wield such a manly sword". She was right, but fortunately drotinn did not need to. Wavering on the edge of consciousness, he/she manged to grasp his/her hilt and jiggle. As drotinn did so he/she imagined "Elissa" as prominently as possible as the sword slipped out of it's sheathe. He/She heard a gasp, but drotinn was out.
Drotinn openend his/her eyes. The scene before him/her was quite confusing, a sword lay on the ground beside him/her. Drotinn rolled over and found himself/herself face to face with a women, her eyes glassed over and her skin quickly paling in the dying sunlight. This startled him but then it all returned, he/she stood up dusted off his knickers and picked up his/her trusty sword. He/She shuffled it around, trying to re sheathe it on his/her back. Drotinn cursed once again unable to fit his damnable sword into the sheath supposedly made to fit it. Ryuk took this opportunity moment to appear and chuckle at the struggles our protagonist finds himself/herself in. "Thank you ryuk, where were you in everything that happened till now". Ryuk smiles, "You know I'm not here to help you and your worldy needs". Drotinn was well aware of Ryuk's opinions on his/her daily life. Drotinn dragged the sword out of the room and into a plain looking hut. He/She wandered out of this and found it was night, he/she begin wandering once again another tale to spin at the next tavern drotinn finds himself upon.
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