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 THE HUMAN/FULLBRINGER APPLICATION Name: Atticus Aeyryu Age: 24 True Age: 24 Sex: Male Personality: Atticus is the kind of person determined to get something done no matter the consequence to others besides his own friends or allies. He's capable of seeming completely inhuman in his decisions concerning the life of others. This makes him seem a rather cold person who shows no compassion for human life. When he's told to do something it's more so how much and when. Considering himself an opportunist due to the fact that he's capable of filling roles for different people and groups. Even with his cold demeanor Atticus is a nice person. When someone gets to know him he's a rather calm person with a very nice attitude. He cares about those who he works with and wants the best for them, often putting himself in harms way to protect someone who he's working with. He rarely makes such bonds though if fear of being hurt by others. This slight mistrust of people is what keeps Atti away from large groups of people for long. Often staying to himself and keeping himself out of harms way by only looking out for himself. Atticus views most races with a sense of curiosity that only a child could have. He feels that one shouldn't just easily accept someone because there a shinigami, that someone shouldn't openly condemn someone for being an arrancar. That being a sinner could be a blessing, that a vizard, instead of being a mutant, is a beautiful creation of the two races. He believes that everyone, no matter their race, deserves some kind of chance. Even if it's limited to just a slight interaction, something to easily judge the way they side. Atticus is a natural born leader, often trying to be the leader of groups he's hired to work with or at least have his voice heard as much as possible within groups. He doesn't appreciate being told what to do normally, occasionally leaving a group due to being told what to do; yet he is capable of listening to others and following orders. He only appreciates surrounding himself with others when the challenge he's facing is greater then him. Often choosing to stay away from others when capable. CHARACTER APPEARANCE Height: 185 cm (6'1") Weight: 75 kg (165 lb) Physical Traits: Atticus is a tall, muscular man, who stands at 6'1'', with red hair and amber eyes, set deep within his head to cast a shadow over them. His red hair is kept short, ruffled, and spiked, with two strands of hair near the opposite sides of his head falling over his face, just out of the way of the eye on it's respective side, as well as thick sideburns that come down just about as far as the two strands of hair. At times, his hair, while still short and kept ruffled, is messier and his bangs fall across his forehead. He also possesses light creases beneath his eyes from long nights with no sleep. His nose is rather small but comes to a point before coming back towards his face. His head is also heart shaped with a rather weak jaw line and cheek bones, but a strong chin. His smile can be described as devious at best, while his teeth seem to be perfectly fine except for the his top two canines that protrude out slight further then their neighboring teeth. Despite his size and strength he has rather long slender fingers, each ending with a long sharp nail. Atti also bears scars across his arms and his hands from numerous cuts he's obtained from working on machinery over the years. Along with a large scar across his stomach from an incident he experienced with his first project. He wears a black, leather jacket with a fur collar and a white V-neck underneath. He wears dark blue, denim jeans held up by a simple brown belt, with a silver chain attached from the belt to his back pocket, additionally with black shoes to top off the rest of his outfit. Atticus wears other jewelry pieces with his clothes, primarily silver: a silver ring, and a star-shaped necklace. He also has a piercing in his left ear. Across his left shoulder down to his right hip there is a tattoo of three slashes across his back, the center of each seeming to be ashes, spreading out to charred bones, charred muscle to burning flesh at the tips of each cut. The middle of the slashes being the deepest most burnt, while the tips are the most superficial just beginning to burn. FIGHTING STYLE General Fighting Style: Atticus is an excellent fighter when it comes to fighting within close to mid range, preferring staying close over distancing himself as much. He does this to try and intimidate his opponent into trying to fall back and playing on the defensive. He also likes to be able to fight close to the ground or other surfaces, feeling that he has more maneuverability in being able to propel himself off objects. He prefers to strike quickly and prepare for a counter-attack, or continue to chain together strike after strike, allowing him to get in close and fall back to counter-attack or continue a chained assault. Strengths: Hand-to-hand, physical strength, and physical defense. Weaknesses: Sensing and speed. PRIMARY STAGE Ability Name: Kings Presence Description: Atticus' spiritual pressure manifests itself across his body as a smokey crimson. The spiritual pressure that trails from his body exhibits similar properties to fire. The activation of the ability is similar to him saying it's fight time or that he's about to take something serious. The manifested spiritual pressure gives off a slight red glow as well as being capable of propelling Atti with explosive force. Ability Name: Tinkerer's Heart Description: Through the years of his own practice and research during his years of isolation from society, Atticus put forth in a not so interesting manner, Robots. Thinking he had finally achieved the most he would from just studying and not leaving the boundaries of his original home he began to build robots. These would be his friends/companions on his travelling to come. Not many made it past the prototyping stages and the only remaining one by the end resembled what Atticus believed was a beautiful harmony of what he'd expect of a travelling companion, and a reliable combat partner. Atom Ignis: Atom, a creation of Atticus' social experiment with himself. Being a programmed being it was the only one deemed appropriate for use outside of the testing stages. Atom herself appears to be a twenty three to twenty four year old woman. Her hair comes down to her shoulders with her bangs coming down the middle of her face parted to allow her two dark orange almost red eyes to peer out. Atop the back of her head is what looks like a metal ring that ties her hair back into a ponytail that comes down to the middle of her back. Her frame has her standing at 5'6'' and looking as if she'd weigh anywhere from a hundred and twelve pounds to a hundred and eighteen, yet in reality those numbers are off by about eighty pounds due to the mechanics hidden under her skin like surface. The attire that Atticus has her dress in is composed of a tight black sleeveless vest, while atop this is another smaller white vest with a collar white and orange bordered collar around her neck. Around her waist she wears an open red skirt with a set of three belts holding it upon her hips. Attached to the top belt on her left hip is what appears to be a burning lantern with a smaller round lantern next to it. These two glowing objects function as a back up external and internal core for the being. Along her left hip is a canister that contains a three small spark plugs used to ignite her primary weapon. Her left arm stops just short of the shoulder before becoming completely mechanical. Her right arm seems different seeming completely normal except for a glove to mimic the color scheme of her left arm. Along her legs she wears black leggings that end with a pair of black combat boots. Along the top of her black leggings are three pairs of belts wrapped around each leg. Ability Name: King's Follower Description: When Atticus releases his own spiritual pressure it triggers an execution within Atom allowing her to access her own set of powers and weaponry. The signs that she's attained and unlocked her power is evidently visible through two lanterns she wears on her hip, as well as the combustion weaponry she can materialize. Weapon Name: Fiery Queen Description: Among Ignis' arsenal of weaponry, the Fiery Queen is a rather bulky short sword crossbow mixture. Within the center of the blades mass is a combustion barrel, flanking the barrel are two bladed edges each facing outward, with a boxed off handle, three cartridge slots and a trigger. The bandolier that Ignis wears holds a variety of different munitions. Each of the munitions changes the combustible reaction within the barrel and how the new tip of each bolt manifests itself.
FINAL STAGE Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Boosts: HYPER-MODE Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Ability Name: [Name of power] Description: [Describe what your ability does] Boosts: BACK-DROP Background: Born within a royal family from France, Atticus lived a rather pampered life in the beginning. His name having originally having been Atticus Valois, he became the oldest of four children born into the Valois family. He grew up being pampered and taken care of from dawn to dusk, never truly having much social interaction with others outside of his family. His parents had him continuously attend his studies to learn how to be a proper member of the royal family. When he began to show less and less potential of being a royal his parents became stricter with him and forced him to study more and more. Even when he showed less potential and seemed to be acting more like a commoner his parents wanted to rid themselves of the small child. Yet they didn't have the heart to have the child be exiled from the family at such a young age. When he learned of his parents plan to have him exiled and sent away from France, to be sent across the world the young man's appetite for vengeance seemed to grow. He didn't mind leaving France, it was beginning to grow boring to him, even with his sister and two brothers to occupy him. The young man took being exiled well all things considered. The first week he was still treated as if he was a royal, and by the time the second week had begun he blended into crowds as if he had always been one of them. Using what money he still had access to he was capable of spending a majority of his teen to young adult years living in the off-skirts of major cities around the world until he adopted himself his own last name and residence in Northern Europe. During his late teens, early adult years he delved into creating artificial intelligence within machines to the point that he was capable of creating various prototypes. Many of his earlier experiments left him scarred, and one such experiment had him rushed to the hospital in an attempt to ensure his guts didn't spill out all over the ground. Through an odd method of synchronization he realized he was capable of bringing one of his AI to vibrant life. The entire machine capable of responding to him, whilst also already knowing everything he already knew. The data it saw it was capable of transmitting back to his own mind in a sense of telekinesis. As he turned twenty four he returned back to his roaming, leaving his household to be cared by various prototypes that he would never bring out or reveal to the rest of the world. His works of art were for himself, he had no need for the fame or money such creations could bring him. Though he was certainly eager to meet others that he could get more ideas from for future projects, and so his journey began once again. With a companion in his stead, and the road out before them both. RP Sample: White fluffy pillows lazily drifted through the azure sky. Birds chirped, and the sounds of thousands of other conversations, bicyclist, and cars filled the air. Sitting across from one another they looked like a couple at the café. His vibrant red hair, their amber eyes, and her smokey white hair. The attention and whispers they drew never bothered him much in public places. It was when they were trying to stay hidden that it ever bothered him. "Is something the matter?" Her voice perked his head up, the soft metallic clicks of her fingers on the table to get his attention drew his eyes from analyzing the cracks and weaves in the stones beneath their feet to her fingers, then up to her eyes. She was motioning with them those that were talking about them. "No, no. It's nothing. I've already come to terms with it months ago when we first started." He leaned in lifting a menu up, his eyes devouring each word that they stopped on as he skimmed the entirety. "Have you decided what you want? I was thinking that a mocha sounds nice, but that isn't necessarily filling it is?" He glanced up at her wondering if she even cared to put on the appearance that she needed to eat. As his creation and a mechanism to fulfill his whims she didn't need to eat, only keep him company on his travels, and yet she had become so much more on said travels. "The crumpets would be nice. The British are suppose to have renowned crumpets after all." She smiled as she looked at him, she knew how he hated the biscuits with how bland they were and the look of disgust that washed over his face sent her over into a fit of laughter. "I jest! I jest! We can get their breakfast platter and split it between the two of us. You can even feed me bits and pieces to make us look like a cute couple." She spoke loud enough to ease the whispering around them. The eyes that were pasted watching them slowly drifted away as the two made such easy conversation between them. Dropping into a whisper he spoke, "So the target is in town right?" The girls head bobbed up and down, she had of course had time to access the locales security and tracked down their target using street cameras the week prior, and only the day before she had found the residence for the suspect. Picking his voice back up as he reached across the table to ease the swaying gear that hung from her hair. "We'll do that for you after we finish eating them. Paying your family a visit once a month is a good thing sometimes. We get to come to such beautiful places as this." As the waiter came up he told her their order and waved her away. This was going to be an easy time, and after breakfast no less, by noon he'd be on a flight and back to claim his reward. Sidenote: #c33128 Atticus and #d07ad6 Ignis |
