Post by Zephyros on Aug 25, 2009 13:05:26 GMT -5
Name: Naz (N-ah-z) Rollands (Tyler is his nickname)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality:
Naz has a certain air about him that makes him stand out amongst most others. He can’t help but find himself performing random acts of kindness for others without so much as expecting anything to gain from such acts, yet he isn’t quick to admit to others that he is a nice person. Against his will, he is a very likable person and is, more or less, somebody who will tell it to you straight if you ask him something. He can be a bit hard-headed at times and doesn’t like the idea of being on a lower-level on any given food-chain, which is why he finds himself constantly avoiding any certain group or club, no matter how qualified he is for it. Naz sees himself as a “Freelancer” and only does ‘work’ for other people when he feels like it; never staying employed to one group for too long.Appearance:
This prospective magnifies his laziness. Naz is an extremely lackadaisical person that would shy away from almost anything if he considered it to be too tedious a task for him to bother with. Even though he is very lazy, he is still responsible and makes sure he does enough to get by on an average level. Along with his laziness, he is a bit of a procrastinator and tends to wait until the last second before doing something, which always manages to be more than enough to get by. If he were to actually set his mind on something and does it to the best of his abilities, he would easily excel, and he knows this, but he doesn’t possess the ability to motivate himself, which is why he is usually just barely scraping by when left to himself.
Even though Naz is very capable at doing things himself, without people around to motivate him, he just simply won’t do it. He doesn’t know why, but he has a habit of waiting for someone to step in and force him to do certain tasks even though he could easily accomplish them if he were to just set his mind on a goal. What probably makes him so lazy is his lack of sleep. Naz likes cold, quiet places to sleep in and his ever-howling mind sometimes makes it difficult for him to drift off into thoughtless rest. If anything were to disturb him whilst searching for that rest, he may find himself unable to return to his rest, which makes him very irritable.
Deprived of sleep, Naz almost becomes a different person. His mind loses its filter and he generally says the first rude comment that comes to mind. In this irritated state, he tends to make enemies out of everyone around him and doesn’t hold anything back unless somebody he really cares for and respects intervenes, which is usually his twin sister.
Because of his past, Naz is extremely protective of his twin sister and doesn’t hesitate to spoil her whenever he gets the chance. Without parents or any other family members around, all of his love is channeled to her. The relationship they have between each other would seem to overstep sibling boundaries; they are always together and don’t waste a second to display their love and affection for each other. Even though sometimes his sister may be the most annoying person in the world to him, he is never able to cover the soft spot in his heart for her and his love never wavers. As most siblings, he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with her, but this usually results in them compromising; which would be him giving into her will. He can’t help but to spoil her.
His protective nature has a downside though; one that splits his very personality into two halves. When around his sister, he is just his normal self, but were harm ever to befall her his entire mentality takes a drastic turn. Depending on the level of harm his sister receives, his alternate personality’s level of control rises. Naz’s rage and anger explodes utterly and he can become increasingly violent; attempting to utterly destroy whatever harmed his sister unless either she stops him or he stops himself. In the worst cases, Naz loses grip on his sanity; this only occurs when his alternate personality is in total control. Naz gets an unquenchable thirst for causing excruciating pain and terror to whoever he lays eyes on. Screams become orgasmic to say the least and he will stop at nothing to cause them; sometimes even self-inflicting wounds onto himself just to make his own screams more genuine. He does not even feel his own pain when in this mental state, which is why he can self-inflict injuries onto himself easily. When in this state, Naz becomes a psychopathic monster and finds humor in almost everything. Small or big, anything can send him into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. In this state, Naz is known to laugh until he is screaming and will still laugh while screaming until either his sister stops him or he simply blacks out. Even though this is his alternate personality, Naz is always fully conscious and fully aware of his actions. At any point and time, he can stop himself, but because of the drastic changes in likes and sensations, he doesn’t want to stop.
Naz has a good amount of features that make him stand out amongst others, his feminine face being one of them. Flowing around his face is his shimmering black hair that, when let free, folds down to the center of his back. He wears his hair in a variety of styles; he puts it in ponytails when he’s about to do something constructive or is in a serious mood or just lets it all down when he’s feeling bored, lazy, or just... himself. When his hair drops down around his face, he can easily style it to give him the appearance of a female, although his voice is a pretty good indication that he’s not a girl, even though he can alter it to make it sound more feminine. His eyes are the color of coal and reflect his moods easily. When he’s tired or bored, they are barely able to hang open, or when he’s in a seriously pissed off state or feeling very protective, they ignite with flames that match his passion. What makes his eyes and hair stand out the most is his borderline peach-colored skin. He isn’t exactly pale, but whenever he gets stressed, his skin reddens, giving it a peachy tint.Origin of Power:
Naz is about 5'6 and weighs a good 143 pounds. He has the body type of a samurai and is well-muscled for a man of his stature, although his body does have a few feminine features such as slightly curved hips and his ass, which he tends to hide since it’s such a girly ass. Naz, when he is in a good mood, always has a confident spark to him and rarely looks depressed about anything. When he’s tired you can tell: everything about him droops including his eyes, hair, and even his clothing sometimes. But all this fails to compare with when his alternate personality takes over. When this personality is at its peak, Naz’s pupils compress, forming a sickle-like shape and his k-9's look as if they have sharpened and grown a few centimeters, even though they haven’t. His hair tenses up and loses most of its fluid-like properties and his muscles also come forth more especially in his chest and legs.
Naz has no true fashion sense and will more-than-likely be dressed by his sister since she is more fashion-oriented than anyone else he has ever met. Because he succumbs to his sister’s superior taste in clothing, he is usually dressed up like a bad boy or an undercover rock star; whatever his sister is in the mood for. The most common outfit he finds himself wearing is a white vest with flames printed on the bottom licking towards the middle of the vest. On the back of this vest is the picture of a black dragon blowing fire. She makes him wear the vest without an undershirt to show off his pecks and abs. Along with this vest she makes him wear a pair of black slacks with the same fire print on them.
Naz doesn’t really care for this look, or any other look his sister provides for him, but since its his sister than he has no other choice but to succumb to her will.
Naz’s power originated in his early childhood during a massacre that happened in his hometown. More information will be given in his history.Special Abilities:
Naz’s second power was passed down to him by his parent’s. More information will be given in his history.
Naz is adept in both martial arts and swordsmanship. He had trained with his adoptive father who used to be in the Chinese military and learned many different fighting styles; one being used by mercenaries and soldiers for quick or prolonged to opponents.Powers First Stage:
Another ability he possess, which all the men on his side of the family possessed, was the ability to communicate to serpents. Although it is normal to be able to communicate then, Naz is also able to sense them wherever they are and can communicate with them telepathically.
A third ability he has, which freaks out a lot of people, is the ability to split the tip of his tongue to give it the shape and appearance of a serpent’s. He can split his tongue at will and reform it without any type of pain, it is just something he is born with; almost like have a double-jointed limb. Along with this comes excellent tongue control and strengthened tongue muscles and endurance.
Naz is also very skilled with an electric guitar and has the voice of a singer, but he can scream like a metal singer if he needs to; however, he can’t play the guitar and sing at the same time because he tends to get his beats and rhythm mixed up.
Rage: When Naz is infuriated, his strength, speed, and endurance rise, giving him over-average abilities. Though he is not yet super-human, he is still capable of feats no average person could do such as moving at high-speeds and attacking with great force and precision. Rage only lasts for a short duration; maybe about 30 to 120 seconds, but against school bullies or anyone else of that class, it is more than enough.Powers Second Stage:
Sight: Sight is used as a means of scouting and spying. Whilst his eyes are closed, he can select a serpent in the nearby area and temporarily share their sight. Because of his ability to telepathically communicate with serpents, he has a lot of control over what they’re looking at and where they are stationed; however, he can only do this when his eyes are closed and he has to shut down most of his body’s other senses to become in tuned with the serpent’s. If he were to attempt this in battle, he would be an easy target for a swift attack.
Insanity: Rage level two; insanity grants Naz super-human strength for an extended amount of time at the cost of his own sanity. Whilst in this state of mind his entire personality shifts until he has either been stopped by his sister or convinces himself to stop. Naz’s body, with its sharply raised attributes, can take massive amounts of punishment without sustaining any lasting injuries. The more he shifts to this alternate state, the longer the effects last. Eventually, Naz fears that his Insanity will one day completely overtake him, devouring the original Naz in the process. He also fears that after this occurs, he may turn on his own sister: The one he has spent his entire life protecting.Skill Level: Special Items: Intermediate
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Naz’s parents gave birth to him and his sister in a small and impoverished town in Japan. Instead of being birthed one at a time, Naz was birthed holding on to his twin sister’s leg almost as if he was trying to pull her back. His father and mother were both skilled snake charmers, but Naz’s supernatural ability to communicate with serpents came primarily from his father. All the men on his father’s side of the family possessed the ability to talk to snakes, which is why he was such a renowned charmer in his town.RP Sample:
Naz’s early childhood was a very happy one. Even though he didn’t have much, he was loved and adored by all the townsfolk; his parent’s especially. His life was good, peaceful, a true wonder. But as time proves over and over again, all good things must come to an end.
An independent military research group was in the beta testing of new anti-specter weaponry, but needed to test whether their equipment would function properly in the field. So, instead of being tested in a secluded area, the weaponry was sent to and tested on Naz’s hometown. It was a massacre that mowed down every single person living there. Naz’s father was apart of the town’s first line of defense and both he and his twin sister witnessed the man’s downfall.
His mother was one of the last to be killed, but in a last-ditch effort to save her children, she threw herself on top of them before they came to harm. She died as well collapsed on top of her twin toddlers. After everyone in the town was pronounced dead, the military testing group left the town. The twins spent a good forty-eight hours soaking in their mother’s blood until a caravan entered the city to trade its goods.
The merchants discovered Naz and his sister unconscious amongst the field of corpses and rescued them. The twins were taken to another town and were given housing in the merchant’s own home where they stayed for another two days before Naz had awoken. Confused and terrified with no memory of the events that had passed, Naz took his unconscious sister and fought his way out of the strange house, then took refuge in a nearby barn. Whenever someone attempted to approach him or his sister, the boy would go off in an uncontrollable rage in an effort to protect her.
Eventually his sister had awaken, but she also had no memory of the events that had taken place in their hometown. If Naz had it his way, he would have stayed in that barn forever, but when he and his sister began to weaken from hunger, he had no choice but to accept aid from the townspeople.
Gradually, Naz began to trust the people to not harm his sister and the twins relinquished the barn to those who owned it. They lived with the merchant family that had rescued them for a good portion of their life. It was while living there that Naz discovered his insane drive to protect his twin sister no matter what the cause. He also discovered his ability to communicate with serpents and see through their eyes.
Whilst living in this town, an ex-soldier in the Chinese military saw the potential in Naz and offered to teach him the skills he would need to be able to protect his sister from anything.. He trained with the Chinaman for years learning both lethal and nonlethal techniques as well as control over his Insanity.
Eventually, when the twins came of age, the townsfolk decided it would benefit them to move into the city where they could receive proper schooling. The twins left for Karakura town when they were fourteen and with the funds that the town they left behind provided for them, they were able to live together comfortably.
Staying in Karakura Town, the twins became very close to one-another since they were literally all they had. Whilst in school, Naz made a reputation for himself by being the most wanted person in both the Martial Arts and Kendo clubs, yet he always refused them. This got to the point where, in late softmore year, the clubs resorted to hostile tactics to try and convince Naz to join them. He would be attacked daily by members of each club, but didn’t have a problem fighting them off. Now in junior year, the attacks are a bit more frequent and sometimes involves him fighting off both rival clubs simultaneously; which can be a very tiring feat.
He is well-known and well-respected by his classmates, but he is also feared by the male population. A rumor has been floating around about the last person who tried to date his sister and what Naz did to that person. They say Naz used his forbidden Martial Art to rip the person to shreds and then dumped the pieces into the ocean in weighted trash-bags. Others say that Naz literally ‘erased’ the boy’s existence completely. Nobody knows what it was that Naz did to him, or whether the story is even true or not, but it has made it very difficult for most of the men in the school to even think of crossing eyes with his sister.
Now Naz lives in a modest home with his twin sister, enjoying the ordinary life he has been granted to the best of his ability.
In a place so dark you could see no end, the crimson skies cock back with a shock of blood-red light. The rumble following suit spoke like hell’s gates creaking open to accept the spirits that were soon to enter them. Footsteps along the rended concrete and bloodstained dirt crunch through the desolate area. A young man well into his teenage years silently walks through this area with the darkness gripping his soul tightly. He knew not why he was here or where he was going, yet in still he walked forward.
His foot collides with something and his slow stride stops. Looking down he realizes he is standing in a pool of thick blood with a body resting in the center. Examining the body, he notes something strange on the face: A question mark. There were no eyes, no mouth, no facial features at all. Simply a question mark like the one on his mind. The teen continues his walk through the destroyed town. He was stuck in this place so dark where he could hardly see, relying on the sporadic flashes of bloodstained lightning to illuminate this rotten mausoleum. As he listened to the sound, he became dizzy from the ups and down that he traveled. The polluted rotting corpses scattered about nauseated him, yet he gave no signs of anything other than confusion. Every face was the same. A question mark.
Every sign, every broken building, every street, every rock. Question marks surrounded him at all sides. He began to wonder who he was, and whether he was one of these question marks or not. Eventually, his body stopped its stride but he knew not why, until another crimson flash illuminated the darkness before him.
A woman with hair as black as the darkness that gripped his soul lies before him; her body dripping with blood. The teen could feel his heart split and his mind smash from the pressure. This woman had a face which possessed yet another question mark, but under her he noticed something strange. Two bodies were soaking in this woman’s blood. Upon further examination he realized that these were twin children. Their eyes were wide open and their terrified gaze was scratching against his soul. Their eyes were covered in the blood of the woman on top of them and the teen could feel the sting from the plasma eating away at their irises. These children, they had faces. They had eyes, they had noses, they had mouths. These features... this teen has seen them before. In fact, he has seen then every day of his life. They were his own.
A searing pain began to form in the cornea of his eyes and he yelps in pain as he stumbles backwards. The burning intensifies and he begins to yell out in agonizing pain before falling over. His eyes felt like they were on fire and that they were going to crush under the intense pressure within them. The teen throws his hands up to cover his eyes, but the pain only worsens. IT becomes so great that he begins to scream at the top of his lungs. Windows crack and the ground shakes from his voice until a sickening tear signals his pupils compressing to thin sickles, ripping his irises open for blood to fill into them.
An airless gasp fill the darkness as the teen’s coal eyes burst open. He begins to pant whilst attempting to sort through the imminent darkness about him. He feels cold as his sweat pins his clothes against his skin and he shivers, then he turns over and spots something that at first startles him, but then allows him to breathe a sigh of relief.
Next to him was a familiar face; his own face, smiling whilst it sleeps in the soundless night. The teen smiles back at this slumbering face, then gently rubs a finger against the midnight hair that belonged to the one sleeping beside him. While looking into this face; the one that was his own, yet not, he felt all his pain and trouble evaporate before him. He sighs a relieved sigh before snuggling closer to the body beside him. Wrapping his arms around the body, it makes an inaudible sound of unconscious comfort before snuggling closer towards him. The teen gives a happy smile and then whispers in a voice quieter than his easy mind, “I love you...”
