Post by doomsdaylee on Jan 8, 2008 18:00:52 GMT -5
Name: Svaral Onive
Age: 2719 (19ish)
Gender: M
Race: Demon
Rank: F
Class/Monster: Troubadour (bay-bah!! Woot ^n.n^)
Realm: Neatherworld.
Weapon Skills/Abilites/Magic: N/A....yet( v¬.¬v Riiise money rise..)
Vehicles (Makai Roleplay Only): N/A ever...
Appearance: Svaral is a slightly wiry man, who wears primarly a black shirt with a green coat over which, trimmed with red. He wears simple green pants as well. His guitar is always kept on his back, hanging with the neck aiming down. His hair is silver, always kept cut exactly where his neck and shoulders meet, kept, somehow, in a triangular shape (see: Laharls bangs). Has red eyes, but they always reflect a kindness and intelligence that radiate from him.
Personality: Intelligent, thoughtful, and kind (as far as demons go), Svaral cares much about his music, and has absolutely no hope for the Overlord crown. Svaral is a laid-back, easy going demon who only wants to live life, have fun, and play his music.
Biography: Being an orphan, Svarals kindness was never corrected, yet always ridiculed. Adding "outcast" to his "titles", Svaral withdrew into music to comfort him. Having found a guitar, he began to teach himself, and thoroughly enjoyed the freedom music brought, and continued his learnings. Upon noticing he could combine his music and demonic energy, Svaral stumbled upon his first guitar based attack, the power chord (will buy later). Three humorous experiments later, Svaral left the now wrecked shed he was residing at, and began to wander the world, seeking new spells, new songs, and a place to reside.
Interests: Playing Guitar, Rock and Roll, Tea, Books, pie, traveling.
Vassals: None
Other: (If I can do this, because I can't find any custom weapon thing:) He owns a black knock-off version of the Nevan Guitar (for those who don't know, it's a guitar with a scythe built in, seen.. Here--> www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKbJ3fQJGdY&feature=related Please note, This guitar does NOT possess the electric powers of Nevan, it simply is designed the same way. I.E. with a scythe in it) . He is known for playing while walking, and because of this, walking into trees, buildings, people, and other various objects.
Reminisce Shoppe Items: None yet.
Sample Roleplay: Svaral yawned, sitting against a rock near Laharals castle, plucking at the strings of his Guitar in peace. He was satisfied at this moment, but, as it seemed to always be, Fate wouldn't let him be. Three Lanterns approached him. Demanding his guitar, and anything else he had on him, they drew their knives. Svaral rose, playing a simple melody that started rising, coming to the climax of the "Song." As the Lanterns looked at them confused, he flipped the guitar around his middle, letting the scythe blade come out as he spun the guitar, deftly decapitating the first, than letting the blade flip back in, he caught the neck, bringing his fingers down on the strings in a powerful Power Chord attack.
Soon after dispatching of the remaining two, Svaral sighed (again), putting the guitar on his back. "I need pie." He mumbled to himself, walking away.
Age: 2719 (19ish)
Gender: M
Race: Demon
Rank: F
Class/Monster: Troubadour (bay-bah!! Woot ^n.n^)
Realm: Neatherworld.
Weapon Skills/Abilites/Magic: N/A....yet( v¬.¬v Riiise money rise..)
Vehicles (Makai Roleplay Only): N/A ever...
Appearance: Svaral is a slightly wiry man, who wears primarly a black shirt with a green coat over which, trimmed with red. He wears simple green pants as well. His guitar is always kept on his back, hanging with the neck aiming down. His hair is silver, always kept cut exactly where his neck and shoulders meet, kept, somehow, in a triangular shape (see: Laharls bangs). Has red eyes, but they always reflect a kindness and intelligence that radiate from him.
Personality: Intelligent, thoughtful, and kind (as far as demons go), Svaral cares much about his music, and has absolutely no hope for the Overlord crown. Svaral is a laid-back, easy going demon who only wants to live life, have fun, and play his music.
Biography: Being an orphan, Svarals kindness was never corrected, yet always ridiculed. Adding "outcast" to his "titles", Svaral withdrew into music to comfort him. Having found a guitar, he began to teach himself, and thoroughly enjoyed the freedom music brought, and continued his learnings. Upon noticing he could combine his music and demonic energy, Svaral stumbled upon his first guitar based attack, the power chord (will buy later). Three humorous experiments later, Svaral left the now wrecked shed he was residing at, and began to wander the world, seeking new spells, new songs, and a place to reside.
Interests: Playing Guitar, Rock and Roll, Tea, Books, pie, traveling.
Vassals: None
Other: (If I can do this, because I can't find any custom weapon thing:) He owns a black knock-off version of the Nevan Guitar (for those who don't know, it's a guitar with a scythe built in, seen.. Here--> www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKbJ3fQJGdY&feature=related Please note, This guitar does NOT possess the electric powers of Nevan, it simply is designed the same way. I.E. with a scythe in it) . He is known for playing while walking, and because of this, walking into trees, buildings, people, and other various objects.
Reminisce Shoppe Items: None yet.
Sample Roleplay: Svaral yawned, sitting against a rock near Laharals castle, plucking at the strings of his Guitar in peace. He was satisfied at this moment, but, as it seemed to always be, Fate wouldn't let him be. Three Lanterns approached him. Demanding his guitar, and anything else he had on him, they drew their knives. Svaral rose, playing a simple melody that started rising, coming to the climax of the "Song." As the Lanterns looked at them confused, he flipped the guitar around his middle, letting the scythe blade come out as he spun the guitar, deftly decapitating the first, than letting the blade flip back in, he caught the neck, bringing his fingers down on the strings in a powerful Power Chord attack.
Soon after dispatching of the remaining two, Svaral sighed (again), putting the guitar on his back. "I need pie." He mumbled to himself, walking away.
