Application @ template_rpg
Player's Name: Laura
Player LJ: dismentality
AIM or Email: x Lost the Game or Sainted Sword / sinfulroses@hotmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other Characters Played: Endrance [Original] - temptingrose
Doctor Cidolfus Demen Bunansa [Original] - resemblegod
Dist the Rose [Original] - rosegeneral
Marluxia [Original] - graceful_xi
Ashton Anchors [Original] - barrelspazz
Klarth F. Lester [Original] - ringsofthepact
Zelos Wilder [Original] - chosenofmana
Albel Nox [Template] - bestillthedead
Character: Raphael Sorel
Series/Fandom: Soul Calibur
Original or Template version: Original
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human... ish. Will elaborate in history.
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
As a sort of proof of the era he is from, Raphael has every appearance of being a french nobleman. He is very clean-cut, with a regal air hinting superiority. Often, he will wear a look that clearly indicates the fact that he thinks you are all below him; Hardly worth his time, at that.
He keeps longer than average blond hair, but not to make him look shabby by any means. Rather, it accentuates his clean appearance, even making him look handsome, if you can get past his chilly aura. Over his clothes, he often wears a silk cloak as well. His attire can also pass off as fighting gear, because he wears gloves and subtle equipment, and carries a rapier at all times.
One of the more interesting aspects of his appearance are his eyes. Though they used to be normal looking, they now have an amber tinge to them- the result of what he would call a plague. His skin is somewhat pale, and his demeanor is uncaring and very unemotional.
Personality:
As stated above, Raphael gives off the feeling of being utterly unemotional. He couldn't care less about the troubles of others, though there was once a time where a display of kindness towards him gave him second thoughts. Those times are long past, however, and now one would have to consider themselves lucky to get a less derogatory remark from him.
He isn't outright 'mean' per-se, but he speaks his mind, and his mind thinks less of everyone around him. He has no patience for anybody that gets in his way or interferes with his plans. The only person that he cares for in the least is his foster daughter, Amy, and that care borders on obsession.
And though he does get impressed by a good challenge, or a good display of swordsmanship, but to him, those are very rare, and more something to be mocked than truly appreciated. Noblemen, in particular, would find it hard to earn any respect from him regardless of their skill, for her has a certain disdain for nobility.
As well, traces of his previously fiery attitude still remain, giving the normally calm man a strangely hotheaded streak at times, which contrasts violently with how he usually acts. Despite this, he still displays eerie precision and cunning decision making abilities, so it can be said that not even a bad mood can lessen them.
In a nutshell, Raphael is suave, but also blunt; Well-mannered, but you wouldn't want him at your dinner party.
Abilities/Strengths:
When it comes to introductions, he would first introduce you to the sharpest side of his rapier. Raphael is skilled, graceful, and dignified with a blade. He has good posture, and words as deadly and razor sharp as the weapon he exchanges blows with.
The night is on his side as well, darkness giving him stronger than average strength.
His calm, unemotional air, means there are few personal barriers save his beloved foster daughter Amy that can possibly be used against him.
Weaknesses:
Having a fragment of the Soul Edge residing inside of him, he is sometimes weakened by it, though that is only dependent on circumstance. His biggest weakness by far would have to be Amy, whom he would risk anything for. His eternal struggle, everything he ever does anymore, is all in hopes of providing a better life for her.
And, in contrast to his strength in the dark, Raphael grows weaker in light; his symptoms almost vampiric in nature, but not quite as extreme.
History:
Born into the rich Sorel family, Raphael was raised as a fine noble. He may have been a sickly child, but that never deferred him from learning the dance of the rapier from a very young age. He developed a passion for it, and soon possessed a deadly skill. As he grew older, his health improved, and with it, his ability to duel.
It was this very ability that would eventually result in him being cast out of his own family. This happened during a very dark time; The world was being overrun by something they knew as the 'Evil Seed'. It was a force that could drive a man insane. Unfortunately, this wasn't common knowledge. Albeit, it was fairly unknown at all.
Raphael was soon confronted by one such victim of the Seed, and ended up slaying him in a duel. This nobleman was very close to his family, and he was cast out in disgrace, unable to explain to them that the man he had killed was not the same man they had once known. To further the disgrace, his own family even assisted in the pursuit of him, when the townspeople wanted to have him killed for murder. He was forced to flee to a very poor town, where he planned on hiding, taking with him only a sword stolen from his family- the Flambert.
He was run-down, tired, sick, and unused to this type of situation. In this weakened state of being, one young girl took the time to lend him her aid. This girl was named Amy, and she hid him from his enemies until they had passed. It was a seemingly small favour, for the people of that village were not fond of his pursuers either, but for him, it was the first time anyone had ever helped him that way. He had never owed a favour before, let alone his very life. These feelings were unlike anything he understood, and he eventually adopted Amy as his foster daughter, vowing to grant her a better life.
This task slowly turned to obsession, as he was unable to get Amy to enjoy the outer world. He felt she was safer outside of France and all the wars within it, but her progress was slow.
Not long after, Raphael received a mysterious letter outlining the details surrounding the Evil Seed. Somehow, the Evil Seed bore connections with a rather notorious sword called the Soul Edge. With his shrewd mind, he quickly came to the conclusion that he was to obtain this sword before the nobles got their hands on it. With their thoughts of war, the sword would be nothing more than disaster in their hands. His goal was to obtain this sword and eliminate the war-bent nobles, securing a safe future for Amy.
In this quest of his, he tracked down a knight known as Nightmare, who currently had possession of it, and fought him over the sword. He was very nearly defeated, but with Amy in mind, he managed to deliver the final blow directly into the eye of the Soul Edge itself. Something unexpected happened, however, and he ended up losing consciousness.
Upon awakening, he realized that he was still alive, but severely weakened. What he didn't notice was that the evil energy that radiated from the Soul Edge had infected him, even altering his natural eye colour. It was something he had researched, but realized to late to be able to help.
On the brink of death, he somehow managed to drag himself home, where Amy again took care of him. There, something else happened- the infection spread to Amy while she was treating him, infecting her as well. They remained sane, but suffered from physical changes and almost vampiric symptoms: They were weak by day, but powerful with an unquenchable thirst by night. Their eyes even glowed red, which was likely what tipped off the citizens in their town.
Suspecting a plague, they attempted to remove Raphael and Amy from their home, only to be met with a strong resistance from him. This resistance was short-lived, however, as he had the best interests of Amy in mind above all else. He took her and brought her to a place named Wallachia, finding an old castle to live in. From there, he concocted a new plan. Since everyone was keen on being rid of them because of their differences, he would spread the infection to them all. It was the best way to help Amy, as there was no known cure.
This worked well for a while, until something called a 'Holy Stone' was discovered. Apparently, this stone could 'cure' the infected people. He knew that it posed a risk to his plans, and set out to destroy it. Unexpectedly, once he finally lay his hands on it, the stone burned him, enraging him enough so that he destroyed it. This worried him enough so that he went to seek out any other entities that may bear similarities to it.
Of course, things weren't always so easy. An army had appeared at the base of his castle. He would have to fight them off.
Sample Journal Entry:
How irritating. To be honest, I've got more important affairs to take care of. These pitiful tricks... Be thankful I'm not in the mood for slaying dogs.
[Sheaths his rapier] Come now, one of you must harbour an explanation. Grant me it, and I shall spare you the pain of death.
[Private]
Amy... Just wait a little longer. Soon, we shall be reunited. These wretched mongrels can not stop me!
[/Private]
Sample Roleplay:
One step following another; Almost a dance, one would say. It was certainly graceful enough, and grace, as he well knew, was a mandatory part of swordsmanship. The perfect balance with the perfect rapier. Raphael was in no mood to be interrupted.
Honestly, he would have been content to waste away his entire afternoon in practise, honing his skills to be as sharp as his Flambert; A level they had long ago achieved, but required constant training to remain at. For his purpose, his only current goal, this was a necessary part of daily routine. The sudden arrival here had thrown him in a temporary loop, but it was one that was easily recovered from. Balance was needed for the mind as well.
Another twirl of his rapier. Dusk was quickly setting in, and soon it would be time to return 'home'. "Hm. How boring."
His tone was droll, as always. There really was nothing worth his interest here. None of the company was even worth making conversation with. Most would consider this a disappointment. He considered it a sort of blessing that he wouldn't be required to treat with them.
As he neared his door, the former noble of France was gripped with the strangest feeling- tonight was not a night to sleep. Why spend his time asleep like the rest of the dogs when he could use the darkness as a cover for even greater things?
No ideas immediately came to mind, but he would discover them in time. Oh, he knew he would...
Did you read the rules: ...Pffffft. B|
Player LJ: dismentality
AIM or Email: x Lost the Game or Sainted Sword / sinfulroses@hotmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other Characters Played: Endrance [Original] - temptingrose
Doctor Cidolfus Demen Bunansa [Original] - resemblegod
Dist the Rose [Original] - rosegeneral
Marluxia [Original] - graceful_xi
Ashton Anchors [Original] - barrelspazz
Klarth F. Lester [Original] - ringsofthepact
Zelos Wilder [Original] - chosenofmana
Albel Nox [Template] - bestillthedead
Character: Raphael Sorel
Series/Fandom: Soul Calibur
Original or Template version: Original
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human... ish. Will elaborate in history.
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance:
As a sort of proof of the era he is from, Raphael has every appearance of being a french nobleman. He is very clean-cut, with a regal air hinting superiority. Often, he will wear a look that clearly indicates the fact that he thinks you are all below him; Hardly worth his time, at that.
He keeps longer than average blond hair, but not to make him look shabby by any means. Rather, it accentuates his clean appearance, even making him look handsome, if you can get past his chilly aura. Over his clothes, he often wears a silk cloak as well. His attire can also pass off as fighting gear, because he wears gloves and subtle equipment, and carries a rapier at all times.
One of the more interesting aspects of his appearance are his eyes. Though they used to be normal looking, they now have an amber tinge to them- the result of what he would call a plague. His skin is somewhat pale, and his demeanor is uncaring and very unemotional.
Personality:
As stated above, Raphael gives off the feeling of being utterly unemotional. He couldn't care less about the troubles of others, though there was once a time where a display of kindness towards him gave him second thoughts. Those times are long past, however, and now one would have to consider themselves lucky to get a less derogatory remark from him.
He isn't outright 'mean' per-se, but he speaks his mind, and his mind thinks less of everyone around him. He has no patience for anybody that gets in his way or interferes with his plans. The only person that he cares for in the least is his foster daughter, Amy, and that care borders on obsession.
And though he does get impressed by a good challenge, or a good display of swordsmanship, but to him, those are very rare, and more something to be mocked than truly appreciated. Noblemen, in particular, would find it hard to earn any respect from him regardless of their skill, for her has a certain disdain for nobility.
As well, traces of his previously fiery attitude still remain, giving the normally calm man a strangely hotheaded streak at times, which contrasts violently with how he usually acts. Despite this, he still displays eerie precision and cunning decision making abilities, so it can be said that not even a bad mood can lessen them.
In a nutshell, Raphael is suave, but also blunt; Well-mannered, but you wouldn't want him at your dinner party.
Abilities/Strengths:
When it comes to introductions, he would first introduce you to the sharpest side of his rapier. Raphael is skilled, graceful, and dignified with a blade. He has good posture, and words as deadly and razor sharp as the weapon he exchanges blows with.
The night is on his side as well, darkness giving him stronger than average strength.
His calm, unemotional air, means there are few personal barriers save his beloved foster daughter Amy that can possibly be used against him.
Weaknesses:
Having a fragment of the Soul Edge residing inside of him, he is sometimes weakened by it, though that is only dependent on circumstance. His biggest weakness by far would have to be Amy, whom he would risk anything for. His eternal struggle, everything he ever does anymore, is all in hopes of providing a better life for her.
And, in contrast to his strength in the dark, Raphael grows weaker in light; his symptoms almost vampiric in nature, but not quite as extreme.
History:
Born into the rich Sorel family, Raphael was raised as a fine noble. He may have been a sickly child, but that never deferred him from learning the dance of the rapier from a very young age. He developed a passion for it, and soon possessed a deadly skill. As he grew older, his health improved, and with it, his ability to duel.
It was this very ability that would eventually result in him being cast out of his own family. This happened during a very dark time; The world was being overrun by something they knew as the 'Evil Seed'. It was a force that could drive a man insane. Unfortunately, this wasn't common knowledge. Albeit, it was fairly unknown at all.
Raphael was soon confronted by one such victim of the Seed, and ended up slaying him in a duel. This nobleman was very close to his family, and he was cast out in disgrace, unable to explain to them that the man he had killed was not the same man they had once known. To further the disgrace, his own family even assisted in the pursuit of him, when the townspeople wanted to have him killed for murder. He was forced to flee to a very poor town, where he planned on hiding, taking with him only a sword stolen from his family- the Flambert.
He was run-down, tired, sick, and unused to this type of situation. In this weakened state of being, one young girl took the time to lend him her aid. This girl was named Amy, and she hid him from his enemies until they had passed. It was a seemingly small favour, for the people of that village were not fond of his pursuers either, but for him, it was the first time anyone had ever helped him that way. He had never owed a favour before, let alone his very life. These feelings were unlike anything he understood, and he eventually adopted Amy as his foster daughter, vowing to grant her a better life.
This task slowly turned to obsession, as he was unable to get Amy to enjoy the outer world. He felt she was safer outside of France and all the wars within it, but her progress was slow.
Not long after, Raphael received a mysterious letter outlining the details surrounding the Evil Seed. Somehow, the Evil Seed bore connections with a rather notorious sword called the Soul Edge. With his shrewd mind, he quickly came to the conclusion that he was to obtain this sword before the nobles got their hands on it. With their thoughts of war, the sword would be nothing more than disaster in their hands. His goal was to obtain this sword and eliminate the war-bent nobles, securing a safe future for Amy.
In this quest of his, he tracked down a knight known as Nightmare, who currently had possession of it, and fought him over the sword. He was very nearly defeated, but with Amy in mind, he managed to deliver the final blow directly into the eye of the Soul Edge itself. Something unexpected happened, however, and he ended up losing consciousness.
Upon awakening, he realized that he was still alive, but severely weakened. What he didn't notice was that the evil energy that radiated from the Soul Edge had infected him, even altering his natural eye colour. It was something he had researched, but realized to late to be able to help.
On the brink of death, he somehow managed to drag himself home, where Amy again took care of him. There, something else happened- the infection spread to Amy while she was treating him, infecting her as well. They remained sane, but suffered from physical changes and almost vampiric symptoms: They were weak by day, but powerful with an unquenchable thirst by night. Their eyes even glowed red, which was likely what tipped off the citizens in their town.
Suspecting a plague, they attempted to remove Raphael and Amy from their home, only to be met with a strong resistance from him. This resistance was short-lived, however, as he had the best interests of Amy in mind above all else. He took her and brought her to a place named Wallachia, finding an old castle to live in. From there, he concocted a new plan. Since everyone was keen on being rid of them because of their differences, he would spread the infection to them all. It was the best way to help Amy, as there was no known cure.
This worked well for a while, until something called a 'Holy Stone' was discovered. Apparently, this stone could 'cure' the infected people. He knew that it posed a risk to his plans, and set out to destroy it. Unexpectedly, once he finally lay his hands on it, the stone burned him, enraging him enough so that he destroyed it. This worried him enough so that he went to seek out any other entities that may bear similarities to it.
Of course, things weren't always so easy. An army had appeared at the base of his castle. He would have to fight them off.
Sample Journal Entry:
How irritating. To be honest, I've got more important affairs to take care of. These pitiful tricks... Be thankful I'm not in the mood for slaying dogs.
[Sheaths his rapier] Come now, one of you must harbour an explanation. Grant me it, and I shall spare you the pain of death.
[Private]
Amy... Just wait a little longer. Soon, we shall be reunited. These wretched mongrels can not stop me!
[/Private]
Sample Roleplay:
One step following another; Almost a dance, one would say. It was certainly graceful enough, and grace, as he well knew, was a mandatory part of swordsmanship. The perfect balance with the perfect rapier. Raphael was in no mood to be interrupted.
Honestly, he would have been content to waste away his entire afternoon in practise, honing his skills to be as sharp as his Flambert; A level they had long ago achieved, but required constant training to remain at. For his purpose, his only current goal, this was a necessary part of daily routine. The sudden arrival here had thrown him in a temporary loop, but it was one that was easily recovered from. Balance was needed for the mind as well.
Another twirl of his rapier. Dusk was quickly setting in, and soon it would be time to return 'home'. "Hm. How boring."
His tone was droll, as always. There really was nothing worth his interest here. None of the company was even worth making conversation with. Most would consider this a disappointment. He considered it a sort of blessing that he wouldn't be required to treat with them.
As he neared his door, the former noble of France was gripped with the strangest feeling- tonight was not a night to sleep. Why spend his time asleep like the rest of the dogs when he could use the darkness as a cover for even greater things?
No ideas immediately came to mind, but he would discover them in time. Oh, he knew he would...
Did you read the rules: ...Pffffft. B|