Post by jetka on Aug 26, 2007 4:42:22 GMT -5
Name: Jetka Otoryn.
Occupation: None, just an apprentice.
Nationality: American.
Race: Human, although altered to have black, bat-like wings
Height: Five feet, six inches tall.
Weight: One hundred nine pounds.
Age: Seventeen, nearly Eighteen.
Hair color: Dark brown.
Eye color: Left eye brown, right eye greenish-blue.
Appearance: He's thin, and his face is smooth. His skin is darkly tanned, and a tad red, from long hours in the sun. He has two large wings on his back, similar to what many people refer to as "demonic" wings. His hair is long and windswept. He holds himself tall at times, and when he wears a coat, he tucks his wings to his body. He usually has a bandage on his left hand, blood constantly where the palm it.
Personality: His personality is that of a slacker, hence why he's still an apprentice after nearly eight years in the academy. Despite his slacking, he's very smart, almost beyond his years. His mind is very stable, and he rarely panics. He's rarely rude, and when he is it's mostly to those who insult anyone he calls a friend. He also carries around a sketchbook, constantly drawing things with his bandaged left hand.
History: Ever since Jetka was five, he's been manipulating the air around him. It started simple, just little, uncontrolled gushes of it. He'd go out, sit in a tree and blow the leaves around, or entertain himself in some other simple manner. Every year older he got, the better he became at manipulating the air around him. His parents decided to send him to the battle school when he was nine years old, two months away from his tenth birthday. He basically slacked through his classes, only paying attention when it had to do with wind, and a new interest of his, alchemy. When he was eleven years old, he got up the courage to force two large wings to grow out of his back. The experiment took not the ten minutes Jetka expected, but four days. The first two days were spent by the bone growing out of his shoulderblades. The next two were the muscles, tendons, nerves, and skin growing onto the bones. Through nearly every waking moment, he was screaming and writhing in pain from the process. After two weeks, he tested the wings out, by running and jumping off a seven floor building, changing the winds flow to help him gein altitude.
Style: His magical style consists of circles, mostly alchemy, and manipulation of air, using nothing more than his mind, and very smooth, controlled movements of his body, which are pretty much out of habit, and a small desire to show off.
Strengths: He has the ability to manipulate the air for nearly 100 yards around him with great ease.
Weaknesses: Despite his prowess in magic, his physical stregth is very meager, nothing more than the average person's. He also has a great difficulty controlling any element that he can't use air for. He has an apparent inability to cause major harm to people, though it's completely mental.
Spell list: An "alchemy" circle to make wings grow. Several movements of air to cause lightning. Also one, which draws air from a location, to cause difficulty in breathing, though not enough to kill.
Weapons/Gear: If he wears a boot, he's likely to have a boot knive with it, but he usually wears sandals. He almost always has a pair of World War II style flying goggles on his head. Also a long over coat, for when it rains.
Items: None
Pets: A small white bird, that he carries in his pocket, or races in flights. The bird seems strangely intelligent.
Additional stuffs: He nearly has an air of authority about him, because he walks his full his full height, and speaking very politely. Despite that, he tends to lie around on trees, or just fly around...
Strength: 5
Dexterity 10
Endurance: 15
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 9
Energy: 11
(There you go, let me know if I missed anything!)
Occupation: None, just an apprentice.
Nationality: American.
Race: Human, although altered to have black, bat-like wings
Height: Five feet, six inches tall.
Weight: One hundred nine pounds.
Age: Seventeen, nearly Eighteen.
Hair color: Dark brown.
Eye color: Left eye brown, right eye greenish-blue.
Appearance: He's thin, and his face is smooth. His skin is darkly tanned, and a tad red, from long hours in the sun. He has two large wings on his back, similar to what many people refer to as "demonic" wings. His hair is long and windswept. He holds himself tall at times, and when he wears a coat, he tucks his wings to his body. He usually has a bandage on his left hand, blood constantly where the palm it.
Personality: His personality is that of a slacker, hence why he's still an apprentice after nearly eight years in the academy. Despite his slacking, he's very smart, almost beyond his years. His mind is very stable, and he rarely panics. He's rarely rude, and when he is it's mostly to those who insult anyone he calls a friend. He also carries around a sketchbook, constantly drawing things with his bandaged left hand.
History: Ever since Jetka was five, he's been manipulating the air around him. It started simple, just little, uncontrolled gushes of it. He'd go out, sit in a tree and blow the leaves around, or entertain himself in some other simple manner. Every year older he got, the better he became at manipulating the air around him. His parents decided to send him to the battle school when he was nine years old, two months away from his tenth birthday. He basically slacked through his classes, only paying attention when it had to do with wind, and a new interest of his, alchemy. When he was eleven years old, he got up the courage to force two large wings to grow out of his back. The experiment took not the ten minutes Jetka expected, but four days. The first two days were spent by the bone growing out of his shoulderblades. The next two were the muscles, tendons, nerves, and skin growing onto the bones. Through nearly every waking moment, he was screaming and writhing in pain from the process. After two weeks, he tested the wings out, by running and jumping off a seven floor building, changing the winds flow to help him gein altitude.
Style: His magical style consists of circles, mostly alchemy, and manipulation of air, using nothing more than his mind, and very smooth, controlled movements of his body, which are pretty much out of habit, and a small desire to show off.
Strengths: He has the ability to manipulate the air for nearly 100 yards around him with great ease.
Weaknesses: Despite his prowess in magic, his physical stregth is very meager, nothing more than the average person's. He also has a great difficulty controlling any element that he can't use air for. He has an apparent inability to cause major harm to people, though it's completely mental.
Spell list: An "alchemy" circle to make wings grow. Several movements of air to cause lightning. Also one, which draws air from a location, to cause difficulty in breathing, though not enough to kill.
Weapons/Gear: If he wears a boot, he's likely to have a boot knive with it, but he usually wears sandals. He almost always has a pair of World War II style flying goggles on his head. Also a long over coat, for when it rains.
Items: None
Pets: A small white bird, that he carries in his pocket, or races in flights. The bird seems strangely intelligent.
Additional stuffs: He nearly has an air of authority about him, because he walks his full his full height, and speaking very politely. Despite that, he tends to lie around on trees, or just fly around...
Strength: 5
Dexterity 10
Endurance: 15
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 9
Energy: 11
(There you go, let me know if I missed anything!)
