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Player's Name: Laura
Player LJ: dismentality
AIM or Email: x Lost the Game or Sainted Sword / sinandroses@hotmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other Characters Played: Endrance [Original], Shugo Kunisaki [Original], Dist the Rose [Original], Marluxia [Original], Ashton Anchors [Original], Klarth F. Lester [Original], Legault [Template], Zelos Wilder [Original], Celine Jules [Template]
Character: Albel Nox
Series/Fandom: Star Ocean: 'Till the End of Time
Original or Template version: Template
Age: Early twenties.
Gender: Female.
Species: 'Human' (Elicoorian).
Sexuality: Acts uninterested most of time- is actually bisexual.
Appearance:
While certainly unique in appearance, Albel hardly has the approachable look that one who normally stands out in a crowd would have. In fact, her general demeanor goes perfectly with her nickname, "The Wicked". A twisted sneer often contorts her features, which haev a very dark look overall.
She has black hair with blonde tips, held in two thin strands- nearly reaching the ground, and crimson eyes that only help to accentuate her personality.
As far as clothing goes, most would say she is scantily clad, even though most from her world are. She wears a small, purple bellytop, with a long skirt (Slit up one side, with a nothing but a purple thong underneath), and purple stockings and gloves.
More unusually, she has a metal appendage over what's left of one arm, ending in a hand-like 'claw' with sharp nails. She also wears what appears to be a metal collar with the chain dangling down.
Personality:
In one word- twisted. Albel is rude, seemingly uncaring, and needlessly cruel. She refuses to let anyone get close to her, enjoying it much more to mock them with derogatory names such as 'worm' or 'maggot'. She views others as below her, holding little to no respect for those that can't match her skill. Quick to hate, it is obvious that she prefers distancing herself from the 'worms'. It even seems that she gets amusement out of others' frustration with her attitude.
Though the overall personality she maintains seems closer to that of a monster and a person, she isn't completely without humanity. She just happens to assume that others already hate her, having no qualms over returning that hatred- even enjoying it. This hatred for others extends to herself, but she would never admit it.
Though there's no denying her disrespect, it is notable that it doesn't extend to her country (Regardless of what she claims). Strangely enough, Albel also maintains a certain secretive pride, not just for her swordsmanship, but also for what she 'defends' with it- even though still, in all honesty, it's mostly sport to her.
Abilities/Strengths:
As should be obvious, Albel is unnaturally skilled with a katana. She has lightning quick speed, and a devious mind to go with it. As well, she has a basic handle on magic, although she doesn't specialize in it.
Her most unique strength is, of course, her claw. It's lighter and more slender than her male counterpart's claw, designed more for cutting than anything else.
Some would also say that her ability to put people down is a strength, because it prevents her from being tied down by unnecessary friendships.
Weaknesses:
She may be near undefeatable with a sword, but that very point is a weakness in itself. People grow stronger by learning from their mistakes- meaning that she's got some overconfidence issues.
In a sense, her close-mindedness on matters pertaining to socializing is also a weakness. She makes more enemies than allies.
History:
Yes, I know this'll be short. Beginning game!Albel >_>
Strangely enough, Albel wasn't always as wicked as she is now. Though by no means a bleeding heart, she at least had some manner of compassion. This all changed on the day of her Ascension of the Flame ceremony. In it, she was to earn the recognizance of the spirit of the air dragon.
She was only fifteen when her attempt failed, resulting in not only the loss of most of an arm, but in the death of her father as well, whom had shielded her from the dragon's breath. This was a devastating, turning her against herself, so to speak. She started to change, becoming pitiless and cruel towards others- a convenient viel for her self-loathing. From that day onwards, she blamed herself for the death of Glou Nox.
Her behavior wasn't the only thing that changed, either. The very opinions that it was rooted in changed as well. Power and the idea being the strongest plaqued her thoughts more than anything else. The weak didn't deserve to live- only the strong did. With that in mind, she trained herself to be the strongest she could possibly be, taking pleasure in putting down her opponents.
It wasn't long before she became general of the Black Brigade, working under the nickname of Albel "The Wicked". Word of her skill spread far, earning her quite the reputation on her planet. When war erupted between her country of Airyglyph and the neighbouring country of Aquaria, she took pleasure in preserving this reputation.
Sample Journal Entry:
Hn... What's this? [A smirk] A clever trick, worm. [Moves aside and you can see that she was standing over a crumpled NPC, aiming a kick to his ribs with a laugh]
Aquarian scum. You can't play your little games with me. [Another kick, this time, looks like something is wrong] Well? Answer me! --! [Whirls around, sees other NPCs just walking by instead of stopping to gape as usual]
They've... The maggots have all gone mad! [Sneer, looks more than just a little annoyed at having to ask this] Where am I?
Sample Roleplay:
Worthless maggots. Albel scoffed at the line of soldiers assembled before her. She had to wonder- just how many of them would even be left standing after the battle? Probably very few of them, as expected.
At least it wouldn't be a significant loss. She prefered not having to rely on them anyways. "Mm... That's enough for today," She waved her good hand, dismissing them as she turned on her heel, heading back towards the training camp. They were probably exhausted. She chuckled at the thought. They were weak; Every one of them. Whipping them into shape was more work than it was even worth.
And then there was her own training... Crimson eyes narrowed as she checked to make sure she wasn't being followed. Nobody over the right shoulder, nobody over the left. If she was being followed, they were very good at keeping quiet. She knew better than to let her guard down anyways.
The drawing of her blade followed the check, flashing dangerously in the moonlight. Time to get to work. Maybe one of these days she'd find someone worthy of her opposition. She hungered for good competition more and more often these days, and few of the enemies she slew had really been worth fighting. She might as well have been cutting down unshielded children for all the effort they demonstrated in crossing blades with her.
And she doubted that any ever would be. It was... almost disappoiting that none of the worms knew how to play.
Did you read the rules: Pfft, of course not. This is only, what, the 28957289th character I've apped? B|b
Player LJ: dismentality
AIM or Email: x Lost the Game or Sainted Sword / sinandroses@hotmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other Characters Played: Endrance [Original], Shugo Kunisaki [Original], Dist the Rose [Original], Marluxia [Original], Ashton Anchors [Original], Klarth F. Lester [Original], Legault [Template], Zelos Wilder [Original], Celine Jules [Template]
Character: Albel Nox
Series/Fandom: Star Ocean: 'Till the End of Time
Original or Template version: Template
Age: Early twenties.
Gender: Female.
Species: 'Human' (Elicoorian).
Sexuality: Acts uninterested most of time- is actually bisexual.
Appearance:
While certainly unique in appearance, Albel hardly has the approachable look that one who normally stands out in a crowd would have. In fact, her general demeanor goes perfectly with her nickname, "The Wicked". A twisted sneer often contorts her features, which haev a very dark look overall.
She has black hair with blonde tips, held in two thin strands- nearly reaching the ground, and crimson eyes that only help to accentuate her personality.
As far as clothing goes, most would say she is scantily clad, even though most from her world are. She wears a small, purple bellytop, with a long skirt (Slit up one side, with a nothing but a purple thong underneath), and purple stockings and gloves.
More unusually, she has a metal appendage over what's left of one arm, ending in a hand-like 'claw' with sharp nails. She also wears what appears to be a metal collar with the chain dangling down.
Personality:
In one word- twisted. Albel is rude, seemingly uncaring, and needlessly cruel. She refuses to let anyone get close to her, enjoying it much more to mock them with derogatory names such as 'worm' or 'maggot'. She views others as below her, holding little to no respect for those that can't match her skill. Quick to hate, it is obvious that she prefers distancing herself from the 'worms'. It even seems that she gets amusement out of others' frustration with her attitude.
Though the overall personality she maintains seems closer to that of a monster and a person, she isn't completely without humanity. She just happens to assume that others already hate her, having no qualms over returning that hatred- even enjoying it. This hatred for others extends to herself, but she would never admit it.
Though there's no denying her disrespect, it is notable that it doesn't extend to her country (Regardless of what she claims). Strangely enough, Albel also maintains a certain secretive pride, not just for her swordsmanship, but also for what she 'defends' with it- even though still, in all honesty, it's mostly sport to her.
Abilities/Strengths:
As should be obvious, Albel is unnaturally skilled with a katana. She has lightning quick speed, and a devious mind to go with it. As well, she has a basic handle on magic, although she doesn't specialize in it.
Her most unique strength is, of course, her claw. It's lighter and more slender than her male counterpart's claw, designed more for cutting than anything else.
Some would also say that her ability to put people down is a strength, because it prevents her from being tied down by unnecessary friendships.
Weaknesses:
She may be near undefeatable with a sword, but that very point is a weakness in itself. People grow stronger by learning from their mistakes- meaning that she's got some overconfidence issues.
In a sense, her close-mindedness on matters pertaining to socializing is also a weakness. She makes more enemies than allies.
History:
Yes, I know this'll be short. Beginning game!Albel >_>
Strangely enough, Albel wasn't always as wicked as she is now. Though by no means a bleeding heart, she at least had some manner of compassion. This all changed on the day of her Ascension of the Flame ceremony. In it, she was to earn the recognizance of the spirit of the air dragon.
She was only fifteen when her attempt failed, resulting in not only the loss of most of an arm, but in the death of her father as well, whom had shielded her from the dragon's breath. This was a devastating, turning her against herself, so to speak. She started to change, becoming pitiless and cruel towards others- a convenient viel for her self-loathing. From that day onwards, she blamed herself for the death of Glou Nox.
Her behavior wasn't the only thing that changed, either. The very opinions that it was rooted in changed as well. Power and the idea being the strongest plaqued her thoughts more than anything else. The weak didn't deserve to live- only the strong did. With that in mind, she trained herself to be the strongest she could possibly be, taking pleasure in putting down her opponents.
It wasn't long before she became general of the Black Brigade, working under the nickname of Albel "The Wicked". Word of her skill spread far, earning her quite the reputation on her planet. When war erupted between her country of Airyglyph and the neighbouring country of Aquaria, she took pleasure in preserving this reputation.
Sample Journal Entry:
Hn... What's this? [A smirk] A clever trick, worm. [Moves aside and you can see that she was standing over a crumpled NPC, aiming a kick to his ribs with a laugh]
Aquarian scum. You can't play your little games with me. [Another kick, this time, looks like something is wrong] Well? Answer me! --! [Whirls around, sees other NPCs just walking by instead of stopping to gape as usual]
They've... The maggots have all gone mad! [Sneer, looks more than just a little annoyed at having to ask this] Where am I?
Sample Roleplay:
Worthless maggots. Albel scoffed at the line of soldiers assembled before her. She had to wonder- just how many of them would even be left standing after the battle? Probably very few of them, as expected.
At least it wouldn't be a significant loss. She prefered not having to rely on them anyways. "Mm... That's enough for today," She waved her good hand, dismissing them as she turned on her heel, heading back towards the training camp. They were probably exhausted. She chuckled at the thought. They were weak; Every one of them. Whipping them into shape was more work than it was even worth.
And then there was her own training... Crimson eyes narrowed as she checked to make sure she wasn't being followed. Nobody over the right shoulder, nobody over the left. If she was being followed, they were very good at keeping quiet. She knew better than to let her guard down anyways.
The drawing of her blade followed the check, flashing dangerously in the moonlight. Time to get to work. Maybe one of these days she'd find someone worthy of her opposition. She hungered for good competition more and more often these days, and few of the enemies she slew had really been worth fighting. She might as well have been cutting down unshielded children for all the effort they demonstrated in crossing blades with her.
And she doubted that any ever would be. It was... almost disappoiting that none of the worms knew how to play.
Did you read the rules: Pfft, of course not. This is only, what, the 28957289th character I've apped? B|b