Post by Zephyros on Aug 7, 2009 15:24:42 GMT -5
Name: Ruban Alexi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality:
Ruban is... for lack of better words... Special, but in both good and... well, you get it. Ruban is your average everyday seven-year-old. Thing is, he's 22. See where I'm going with this? Ruban loves everything and everyone. He loves playing games, and just generally being himself, although not everyone can handle Ruban when he's being... himself.Appearance:
Ruban is very hyper. That's one personality trait everyone notices. He always has loads of energy and is rarely ever sitting still. He's also extremely playful and sometimes can't take a hint. The best way to let him know you don't want to play is to tell him to go hide and you'll count to a thousand.
Ruban's a sweet and very thoughtful person as he loves to make people smile; especially women. A lot of girls tend to adopt him as their little brother, whether he's actually younger than them or not. He has the traits of both a dog and a cat, which makes him very... random.
There really isn't much more to say about Ruban, except you want to try to avoid upsetting him. Don't worry, he's not violent at all. He can just be extremely emotional sometimes. Ever hear of the phrase 'Cry me a river'? Well Ruban probably could. If you plan to upset him, I hope you know how to swim.
So there you have it. Ruban's sweet, hyper, friendly, loving, emotional self. The best indicator of these emotions are his ever-shimmering eyes.
Note: Due to several complaints please refrain from shining laser-pointers on yourself or anyone else while Ruban is in the area. Thank you.
Ruban's happy-go-lucky self always maintains a cute and adorable look. He stands about 5/5.5 (Five, five and-a-half) and is about 143 pounds of fun. He has short black hair that's always neatly brushed and slides down the sides of his head.Origin of Power:
His eyes; however, are very unique. They are, in fact, a twilight color as if the sun and the moon were perfectly aligned and visible in the sky. That in between shade of light and dark. That peach red coloring with the midnight background. That would be his eye color.
His eyes, even with their unique coloring, always sparkle with emotion. He gets a certain fire in them whenever he sets his mind on things, but that fire tends to fade quickly due to the fact that he gets distracted easily. No matter what type of mood he's in, you will always be able to tell by his eyes.
Ruban usually wears casual clothes like polo shirts, v-necks, and pants or sweatpants. He's not into fashion, he just likes some colors and designs. His most 'favortiest shirt it the whole wide world' is a midnight blue t-shirt with the picture of a crescent moon sleeping with big white Zs floating around it.
With that shirt, he normally wears his navy blue jeans and luminous yellow sneakers with white, angled stripes on them: something his cousin Joe taught him. "You're shoes are supposed to match your hat or shirt, she says! Not your pants, she says! God, I hate blondes!" Ruban never really understood why Joe hated blondes. People who can't see are still people non-the-less. But when he told Joe that, he simply sighed and petted his head. Ruban liked being petted, but that has nothing to do with his appearance... yet it does add to the fact that he looks very childish sometimes.
Ruban has the cutest facial expressions that make him look like anywhere from three to eight years old. He always loves the attention his face brings to him and will exploit this whenever he's around women.
Ruban, surprisingly, has a very muscular build. He's not hulking or anything like that, but you'd be surprised if you got a good look at his washboard abs. It comes from him constantly tinkering with things. There's a lot of heavy-lifting involved in his way of life, surprisingly.
Joe was actually the one to first discover Ruban's powers; however, they never really classified it as power. Whatever Ruban builds, makes, or alters gains a small concentration of spiritual energy, improving its durability and overall statistics.Special Abilities:
This is only done to a small scale, though. So it's not like if he created a sword it would be indestructible and capable of severing the space-time continuum. It'd just be a simple sword, only a bit sharper and more durable than average.
Joe discovered this completely by accident when he threw the toaster oven Ruban made for him out a window where it bounced off the neighboring building, smacked a traffic light, flew in the path of a bus, got hit by the bus, and didn't break.
Joe still has that toaster to this day. He doesn't know why, but he feels as though it deserved to be kept after a spill like that.
Ruban is a master mechanic and an expert craftsman. He is also an inventor of surprisingly useful things. You know that little spike you stick in meat to measure its temperature? Ruban. Everyone who knows him personally refuse to accept this, but Ruban is an actual super-genius.Powers First Stage:
He can build virtually anything out of anything. He's made a Roman catapult out of gum, soda cans, and turtle shells before, and he'll do it again if he ever has that random idea. Ruban has built planes, cellphones, toasters, high-energy nuclear fuel-cells. Although that last one didn't end so well... He's also built giant robotic teddy-bears with steel teddy action grip features and a repeatible 'I wuv you!' voice box. If the bear didn't kill you, its voice did.
The first stage of Ruban's power is that whatever he builds... i've said this too many times. Anyway, his stuff gets an added stat boost since his spirit energy is absorbed into it. It's very handy, but isn't super-powerful. Nothing he builds is indestructible, but its much more durable that any normal, non-Ruban made version.Powers Second Stage:
Ruban has a lot of spiritual energy. In fact, his spirit energy could measure up to a standard Shinigami, or maybe even higher; however, his normal human body is not strong enough to release this power so it simply lies dormant like a soda-can in a dryer, just waiting to be released.Skill Level: Special Items: Advanced
If Ruban builds something, say a cannon, and really puts his mind to it, he can fire his spiritual energy like a weapon. Sort of like a Spirit Cannon, only weaker. I mean, he's only human.
The cannon, metaphorically speaking, becomes his can-opener, but it only releases a small percent of his spirit energy, which could equal enough to bust a whole in a low-level Hollow.
Even with all this power, Ruban cannot see spirits; Shinigami, Hollows, nothing. He's completely blind of them. He cannot sense them in any way. He cannot hear or smell them either. He's just completely and utterly cut off. From time-to-time if there's a high enough concentration, he can get the general chill or hear an inaudible voice, but anything like actually seeing a full bodied ghost is not for him.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Beginner
History/Background:
Ruban's mother was a terrible drunk, even before Ruban was born, although it did get much worse after he was brought into the world. His father fled the country when he found out she was pregnant and changed his name and appearance to dodge child-support. Gotta do whatcha gotta do, right?RP Sample:
When Ruban was born, he always had more energy than normal babies, and he learned things at a quicker rate, which surprised everyone who knew how much alcohol he most have received while developing. But Ruban overcame this and went on to amaze the masses.
His mother never beat him, because whenever she was in a drunken fit, just one look at those big bubbly twilight eyes would sober her right up. And then Ruban would do something like piss on her foot or shove a crayon up his nose that would get those bottles tipping yet again.
His mother couldn't wait until she could get him to a day-care and practically kicked the kid into the place. All the staff wondered why she would leave everyday singing "He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!" But they soon learned...
Ruban craved attention and did whatever he had to get it. It wasn't that he cried until his lungs bled, but it was more of other types of things he would do. Like climb on tables and jump on mats. He liked heights when he was a baby simply because he loved the way people screamed when he swung from ceiling lights.
When Ruban started elementary school all hell broke loose. He would talk... nonstop. He was like a chipmunk on coffee and speed. His mouth was constantly going. He would, from time-to-time shut up to stare at some random shiny object, but as soon as his brain kicked back in, he would put his mouth into overdrive.
He always asked questions. "When are we going to learn physics? What color is the moon's core? How come my fingers taste like my tongue?" Keep in mind, he's in kindergarten...
He asked so many questions the teachers felt stupid stumbling around with the answers. Its not like they could tell him the moon was made of cheese, but it's not like they could explain quantum physics to him either.
Ruban was like this all through school. His chattering slowed down with age, but his questions became more and more sophisticated. In middle school he wrote out an equation that looked like the key to light-speed travel. In fact, it probably was, but his teacher, not being smart enough to realize this, simply erased it.
Ruban, as he grew older, got tired of not receiving the explanations he desired, so he began tinkering with things, literally putting whatever popped into his head to the test. The first weapon he ever built was a milk straw, powered by a micro fan with an electric motor, able to fire spit balls at thirty miles per hour. He still has the straw to prove this. Ask about it.
Ruban never went to college. He wanted to, but his mother spent all his college funds on booze and happy-pills to keep herself... regulated. After all, she had to live with him. Eventually, now that Ruban had nowhere to go, he was with his mother all day... everyday... 24/7. Asking her questions, building things, taking things apart to modify them.
It became too much for her one day and she snapped. He had broken her. Now she was one with him. She was, in a sense, his clone. She thought the way he thought, did what he did, acted the way he acted. He had turned her...
She couldn't work in the state that she was in. Although her intelligence level was higher than it had ever been before, she was just to... Rubanish. Eventually she could no longer support Ruban and asked her brother if he would, but his answer came faster than a road-runner on crack.
Eventually they agreed to 'dump' Ruban on his cousin, Joe; the only one who seemed unaffected by Ruban's... well, Rubaness.
So now Ruban lives with his cousin, and now best buddy, Joe. They do everything together, and since Joe seems to be able to manage him, he's happier than ever.
Ruban was bouncing a bright red ball in his hands and singing the Barney theme song while watching his cousin, Joe, work on an abandoned firetruck. The two had stumbled onto the firehouse completely by accident one night and realized nobody had claimed it.
Joe was directly beneath the truck on a wheeled board Ruban had built for him and his feet would periodically shift from side to side while he worked on it.
"Ruban, please... stop with the song!" Joe whines from beneath the truck.
"But I love you. And I know you love me." And then he started over from there.
"Ruban! I'm trying to concentrate!"
"Okay." He giggles, then starts rocking back and forth, humming the tune louder than he sang it.
"Hey, Ruban." Joe says with an evil and suggestive tone in his voice.
"Yo, Joe, my numbah-one bro!" Ruban recites before a giggle.
"Lets play the 'Where's my voice box' game again, okay?"
"OKAY! I mean..." And then he makes the motion to speak, but no words come out.
Joe gives a relieved sigh and continues twitching his feet while he works.
Searching for his voice box, Ruban stands up and puts the ball in his pocket, then pats himself down; feeling his throat, then chest, then pockets. He feels something. His eyes grow to the size of dish plates and he excitedly rips out the bright red ball, then stares at it.
Fail.
He sighs and puts the ball down, then wanders around the garage in search of his voice box. "Ruban. Hand me the monkey." Says the voice from under the truck, but Ruban couldn't answer him without a voice box.
The 22-year-old 7-year-old wanders into a room leading to the interior of the firehouse, then kicks a metal object that falls to the floor. He grabs his knee and bounces around while shouting in pain, but since he doesn't have a voice box... He is very devoted to his games.
Finally, he stops bouncing and looks at the object he knocked over. It was a spray can. Ruban's eyes widen as he imagines all the possibilities.
He looks around the room, then spots a wooden table. He rushes over to the table and lifts it up, the side thumps loudly as it hits the floor. He then shakes the can and sprays two bright red circles on the front of the table before turning it towards the door to spray the back.
"Ruban..." He hears in a voice a mere quiver of its former self. Ruban blinks, then pops his head above the table to see a terrified Joe staring at the wooden piece of furniture.
From Joe's point of view, it probably looked like a menacing monster with glowing red eyes and long arms stretching out like a zombie, which is probably why the next sound that came from his voice box was that of a cat getting hit on the tail with a sledgehammer, and then he fainted.
