Post by Zephyros on Aug 15, 2009 10:24:26 GMT -5
Name: Allah Khazam
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality:
Allah is, you could say, out there. The way he speaks, moves and acts all resemble that of a circus fortune teller or a male gypsy. He speaks properly and clearly, tending to annunciate at random times during a sentence so one would realize the need to pay more attention to him. He doesn’t really like anything, yet he doesn’t hate anything either, yet he’ll act like he does to appear more normal; if that is even possible.Appearance:
Because of his name, Allah has taken a fancy to magic and knows a few basic tricks, which he uses to court females and take the edge off certain situations. When alone, Allah would spend countless hours perfecting his tricks to the smallest detail, including his tone and pitch when announcing the trick. Even though he can perform a vast amount of tricks, there is no real magic to any of it. It is simply quick hands and even quicker wits.
Allah also fancies the company of the opposite sex. He uses his polite speaking voice and chivalrous language to draw them in, and then his magic ensnares them in his twisted cage where he goes about fulfilling his most deviant desires. Underneath his perpetually calm smile slumbers a dragon that has an unquenchable thirst for smut. Beware the dragon; for once it is stirred awake it may take a long time to put it back to rest.
Allah is a crafty little serpent as well as he is polite. He is one who would prefer brain over brawn and is an excellent example of how wit outdoes any type of war. His calm mind enables him to think in any type of situation, making him a dangerous adversary and his observatory skills help him discover hidden weaknesses in his enemies that sometimes even they fail to notice.
Even though this strategic fighter prefers thinking over fighting, he does not shy away from combat, in fact, he embraces it. He seems to enjoy flexing his muscles every now and again, but he mostly uses scare tactics first to decide whether or not his opponent is even worth fighting. He tries to stress to all his opponents that sometimes it is better to run away rather than die needlessly, but do they listen?
To sometimes calm down these sadistic feelings, Allah will attempt to find a peaceful and serene getaway, or simply make use of a nearby piano to create a sanctuary of calm, gentle emotions. Of all the things in the world he cherishes, the piano is at the top of the list; above his very own life. He loves to immerse himself in the calming tunes that can signify any type of emotion with a single change in rhythm and tone.
Allah’s calm and gentle face gives him the appearance of someone in their mid twenties, which he fully exploits to the best of his abilities, but he is nothing more than a simple teenage human. He is taller than most, standing at 5’9 and his slender build only weighs 134 pounds. Allah’s calm and relaxing gray eyes are shielded from most by his cream-colored hair, which drapes down his face and head, the back stretching past his shoulders. His hairstyle is a unique one, and sometimes takes on a more spiky appearance when he is lying down or if he ruffles it up somewhat.Origin of Power:
Allah has the appearance of a gypsy more than anything, especially with the way he projects himself using body language. You would think the man was drunk sometimes, but there is no possible way for a drunken man to talk with such a language. He has a modest amount of muscle about his body, but nothing outstanding except for his abs. It looks like they were chiseled into his stomach by a master artist and each peck is a perfect replica of the others. His pecks are very dense, shielding him from most impacts to the gut, but they are very soft and comfortable; perfect for resting one’s weary head on.
Allah wears average clothes and always looks like he’s going to work on ‘casual Friday’. He never fails to put on a finely pressed collard shirt and a pair of nice slacks that match the shirt. His clothes always look new and freshly brought from the store because he takes very good care of his clothing. This is, after all, what people will first judge about him.
Allah tends to go without undershirts when he is in a more relaxed and care-free mood and he likes to show of his chest and abs during this time. He is almost always seen with a smile on his face, but when it is gone it is not replaced by a frown, but a blank, melancholy expression one would expect to find on the son of Satan rather this gentle being.
Allah first discovered his abilities when practicing his magic. The act called forth the use of two magnum handguns that were loaded with blanks. During practice, he would empty out the chambers and play with the guns as a warm-up exercise, but when he pulled the trigger something shot out: his spirit energy. He fired again with the same results. He had realized that these pistols that were used in most of his former acts were able to transfer his spiritual energy and turn it into a weapon.Special Abilities:
Allah’s second power was discovered when he was making his way across an intersection one day. A company was repairing some wires that day and one got away from them. The live wire snaked straight for Allah and, startled by it, he reached up and grabbed it. Thousands of volts of electricity passed through his body, yet he felt not a thing. Essentially everyone passed it off as the wires not actually being live, but later that evening Allah began to notice he could spawn bolts of electricity from his hands. That was the third time he burnt his house down.
Allah is very adept in magic, but none of it is supernatural. All his magical skills are TRICKS; pulling rabbits out of hats, squirting water out of flowers, ripping objects out from under his sleeves, that kind of magic.Powers First Stage:
Because Allah grew up in a circus family, he is very agile and flexible. He has one move where his body goes completely noodle-like. Its very creepy and he doesn't do it a lot, but he can.
Allah is a very good marksman and is highly skilled with pistols. One of his main performances was dancing while the pistols were constantly pointed towards himself. He would spin the handguns and shoot at himself while dancing, and never managed to kill anyone.
He also fancies the piano and is very musically inclined. The piano isn't anything of special value, he just loves the sounds it makes.
Twin Magnum: Allah can whip out his two dual magnum pistols that are silver in color. He uses these magnums to fire ‘bullets’ composed of his spiritual energy, much like a Quincy but without a bow. These bullets are not extremely powerful. But they are strong enough to break through reinforced objects and flesh. It would take several of these shots to cut their way through a normal tree; however, the first will be good enough to put a nice-sized dent in it. The bursts of spirit energy, though they lack power, are abundant in force and can stun an enemy on impact, much like getting hit with a blunt object. The magnums can fire bigger, more powerful bursts of spirit energy, but this ‘Khazam Cannon’ as Allah calls it, takes some time to charge up, which leaves him open for most attacks.Powers Second Stage:
Jolt Gloves: Contrary to their name, this ability does not require the use of any gloves. When Allah needs to, he can call forth an extreme concentration of electrical energy into his hands; however, he needs a ‘conductor’ to channel this electrical energy. Usually the conductor is whoever is in his reach, but it can be very difficult to get a hold on somebody, especially more dangerous and hostile opponents. This close-ranged attack has zero defenses against any outside force. There will be no grabbing onto the opponent’s weapon and then sending the electricity through that, because the weapon would do too much damage upon impact with Allah’s hand in order for him to retain the electricity, thus rendering this useless. Also, after Allah makes contact with the conductor, there is still a pause where the electrical current sets in to the conductor before shooting through it, giving the conductive a large window of opportunity to either escape or simply kill him. Allah rarely uses this ability as it is far too risky on his part.
Allah’s Jolt Gloves no longer need a conductor as the electricity sparks from his very hands; however, he cannot fire these bolts in any aimed direction. The bolts dance wildly in whichever direction the world’s magnetic force drags them, shocking everything they touch. This technique is extremely inaccurate and works much better if touching a conductor; however, if left to wildly dance about it can result in undesired results such as wounded allies and collateral damage to the surrounding area.Skill Level: Special Items: Advanced
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Allah Khazam was born into a family of circus performers and was living every child’s fantasy. His mother, being a gypsy, spent countless hours with her baby boy showering him with love and affection, all while discussing philosophical things no child could possibly understand, which is why Allah was tempted to develop faster than normal babies; he wanted to keep up with her.RP Sample:
By age two, Allah was being taught magic tricks by his father who was the head magician in the family circus. The tricks Allah learned were basic, but still it amazed crowds to see such a small child perform them. His family was constantly moving from place to place, and they suspected this would have a negative impact on their youngest member, so they all put their best efforts into showering him with love and attention, turning him into the conceded person that he is today.
Allah was home-schooled for the most part of his life, but he always wished to go out into the world with other, more average children. During his home-schooling, Allah’s skills with magic increased at a drastic rate along with his love for music, but eventually he grew tired of this life and demanded to be enrolled into an actual learning facility.
The family’s hands were tied: they could not deny him this, for that would defeat the whole purpose of giving him whatever he wanted. Allah was enrolled in a public middle school where he surely stood out. The way he would move and speak landed him some pretty harsh names, but he soon overcame this when he introduced them to his skills at magic.
Allah excelled in all his schoolwork thanks to his mother’s vast knowledge of multiple subjects, but the jealousy levels were rising quickly around the boy. He would find himself regularly being the target of harassment, but rarely did he succumb to this; it was just another experience he wanted to get out of public school.
When Allah graduated to high school his popularity skyrocketed. Opportunities were vast and the majority was much more mature. His language, along with his devious mind, made him extremely popular with the females, but this has never and will never go blindly over the dominant high school male’s head. Once again, Allah found himself on the wrong end of the food chain, but his days of letting harassment go unpunished were behind him. In high school, he had a reputation to protect.
Allah, in high school, began recalling childhood memories of ghosts and specters that he and nobody else could see. He wanted to know all the whats and whys about these spirits, so he began research. One of his expeditions landed an actual fully-formed Hollow snug in one of his entrapments. After some calm and civilized socialization, the Hollow willingly spilled all its knowledge of the other realms and those who serve within them.
Allah was insulted at the thought that his death would result into something like that: Cursed to live in a poverty-stricken city, or to wander aimlessly while preying on souls weaker than himself. He was absolutely repulsed at this idea, but made no outward quarrel about it. Instead, he decided to leave his family behind in a secret search for ways to possibly change these realms so that they, more or less, fit his standards.
“I do believe your presence here goes unwanted by this young woman present.” The long-haired teenager who stood beside a petrified woman says. His grey eyes stared forward with an egotistical gleam in them; almost as if they were calculating data like a super computer.
“Y-you can see it… too?” The woman asks in a shaky voice while clinging to the teen’s arm. He gives a devilish smirk as he tilts his head to the left slightly; his cream-colored locks following the motion and settling onto his shoulders.
“Looks like I’ve got a meal big enough for two, now!” Cackles the frighteningly large mass of black and bone before them. The skulled mask placed on this massive brute was large and its eye sockets were devoid of all known color. The giant hands quake into the ground as it rears up for an attack, sending chills up the petrified woman’s spine.
“Excuse me, miss.” Allah starts politely, drawing the woman’s eyes to him. “If you will?” He gestures with a head-tilt for her to release his arm and step a few paces back. The woman looked at him as if he were insane, but his gentle smile and truthful eyes seemed to get the better of her. Reluctantly, she released his arm and stepped back. The teen smiles graciously at her, then turns to face down the massive Hollow before him.
“Such a polite little snack you are.” The Hollow then rips across the terrain with its massive arms, blasting straight towards the unflinching human. “How about you tell me your name as I devour you?!”
The teen calmly closes his eyes and a small smile spreads across his face. Using each hand, he pushes his tan sleeves all the way up to his shoulder. “Nothing up my sleeves.” And then he yanks down on the cloth before reaching into his sleeves, and then he rips out two large magnum handguns before his grey eyes open with a gleam more evil than those they have set sight on. “Allah Khazam.” He pulls the trigger and all that is heard are the rapid blasts of his pistol rounds being fired before a heavy thump signifying a large body dropping to the earth.
The terrified woman, unable to support her own weight, slides down to her knees while her eyes stare forward. Allah looks at the twitching mass of black that lies barely conscious before him and he smirks before sliding his guns back into his sleeves. Empty-handed, Allah places his left hand on the creature’s mask before a low-based hum is emitted from it. “And now I sentence you to an eternity of darkness and reform.” He says poetically before a flash of blue streak across his hand. The Hollow goes to move, but his time was up, and an extreme amount of electrical energy surged through its entire body. It would have screamed out in sheer agony were it not for its muscles locking up. Mere moments clicked by before the mass of black exploded into dust and smoke, and Allah simply stood himself up and brushed his cream hair out from before his eyes.
“It is okay now. You’re safe.” He says, giving a relaxing smile over to the woman. He leans down and offers her his hand, still smiling. “You were very brave today. Allow me the privilege of taking you on an outing? I would be ecstatic if you were to say yes.”
