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Originally Posted by Arhra
Inbred, sorry but that character's just not going to work. First off, 'I knows an undefined ammount of teh magicks', well, is not going to happen on account of being a pain in the butt to GM. As the sign-up sheet says, there should be a few specific, well practiced applications of their abilities. Secondly, I've never cared much for generically crazy characters. Finally you don't quite seem to get what the idea is with black magic.
Black magic deals with things that should not exist, not things that don't exist. It's forbidden and dangerous because it deals with forces that don't fit properly into the world.
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Thats fine, I can go back to the drawing board. To be far I just tossed him out as an idea anyway, let me see what I can come up with then.
Edit: I thought of a character, and I like him. Hopefully he will work out better
Name: Saruwatari Yoshitoki
Gender: Man
Race: Human
Profession: Dishonored Samurai
Appearance: First thing to notic, Yoshitoki is missing his left arm. His cloak stays tied so it always look like he is holding his left arm to his stomach, when its actually missing. Second, his goans are that of light brown to dark brown. He wears a straw hat upon his head, and complains about the sun all the time. He has a simple katana resting on his hip.
Personality: He is that strong silent type. Really isn't much for words, as he really has never found a use for them.
Background:
TLDR version: Yoshitoki has a village, loses it cuz dick stole something that a lot a bad things were guarding, Yoshi gains dark power from it and kills everything.
Yoshitoki was born and raised a warrior. His village he grew up in tended to focus on tradition passed on, and every first son of each family was to be apart of the militia of the village. Some become archers, others mystics, however Yoshitoki became skilled with the sword, and focused on those as a child growing up. The village was simply, and tended to be respectful of the spirits around them, having the village grow with both spirits and men to a sizable amount.
Yoshitoki found himself to be in his later years the kind of person he prefers not to sit at home, but instead a person to prefer wandering. Trying to help him coup with his wanderlust, he tended to get assigned duties that involved travelling with nearby traders looking for other vilalges, or patrolling the rodes. It suited Yoshitoki fine, as he enjoyed seeing new sites.
It was on one of these patrols that a raging spirit from the village attacked him. He knew the spirit, conversed with it before, but couldn't reason with it at all, and after arguing and defending himself from it, he ended up dispatching it due to his dismay. Unsure of what happened, he rushed to his village, which was days away from where he was at.
When he reached it, darkness had already taken the land, and the dark clouds hanging in the sky stopped the moon from shining its light. Spirits gone mad, beasts he had never recognized in form, nor ever could really think he could understand raged in battle, clashing in terrible bloodshed. Most of his friends and allies laid dead already. The beasts were many in number, and what they did to the spirits was something he could truly not comprehend, but it seemd to drive them mad, making them lash out at anything.
When the beasts turned to Yoshitoki as he ran into the village, Yoshitoki found why they had managed to take down so many so far. Each creature itself was nothing more than a swing of the blade to kill, but for each one that dropped, two more came from no where to take its place. He fought through the forces, taking serious injuries. The last line of defense in the village, held up in the town square, sounded an attack, and rushed to pull him in. With great walls of flame and fake sunlight from the few casters left, they managed to scare the beasts off long enough to drag the fallen samurai in.
The healers managed to stop Yoshitoki's wounds from bleeding, but told him his left arm would most likely never lift anything again. They told him other things, like he may not be able to stand, and to not lift more than 10 pounts for the next few months, and other things like that, but it was his left arm never having use again that got to him. He was useless, and for three days all he could do was watch his brothers in arms fall one by one defending this little town's last remains.
On the fourth day, one of the others that shared the healing den with him woke up. He had noticed him before, knew him as another mystic of the village. Though he had yet to be up, and it was reported he had been here before the attack ever started, exhausted, as he was the one that spotted them coming this way. Yoshitoki explained the situation the best who could to the man what had happened. The man had fear in his eyes, but spoke of a plan, but would need his help in it. He talked of a dark power he had discovered. One that would not give itself to someone without sacrifice.
The mystic pulled out a chest lined with runes, those designed to keep things out. However, the man explained, this time it was designed to keeps things in. The man explained a sacrifice was needed for its power, but when done, it would allow itself to be taken. Yoshitoki asked what kind of power, and the mystic said he didn't know. The mystic confessed that when he found it, he tried to sacrifice something for wisdom, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He offered to allow Yoshitoki to make a sacrifice to it, as he didn't wish to die here. Yoshi responded that he wasn't sure that no matter what power was given here, nothing was going to help him react to every single one of their attacks if they come all at once, but he agreed to it.
The mystic set up a ritual, setting the chest and Yoshitoki kneeling in front of it. The mystic whispered dark works, things said that felt uneasy to his ears. When done, the mystic handed Yoshitoki, telling him to make a sacrifce of a part of himself, and with luck, it would answer him. Yoshi thought back to what the healers said about his left arm that hung now useless in a sling, and with a grit of his teeh, cut off the left arm right at the shoulder, and collapsed from the pain that surged through.
The next thing Yoshitoki recalls is getting up, the chest long gone, and the circle missing too. Everything about him felt amazing, but his left arm was gone, missing entirely. No blood, nothing on the ground, or on his clothes from where the cut was made. He sensed something greater though, but before he could help he heard crashing from below. The mystic was no wher in sight either, but that didn't matter right now either.
First, when made it into the healer's den, he found them dead, slaughtered by the beasts there. The things jumped him all at one. He cut one down in midair a verticle slash splitting it in two and letting the peices fall behind him, he let another fall on his sword. Another one he butted with the end of his sword, and stabbed it when it hit the ground. The other two he cut them both down in a horizontal swing. He stood for a second after dispatching them as well, as he just couldn't understand what he just saw. 5 different beast jumped him all at the same time. He took all 5 of them out, in different ways, at the exact same time. He looked at each of the dead ones, and each one matched exactly what he remembered too. A scream caught his attention, and he ran off, to catch what was going on.
The final guardians left of the village dead, Yoshitoki watched as the beasts tore them apart, finally breaking past the barrier they had made. The creatures swarmed the building, filling it with darkness of the night. Yoshitoki in his rage drew his blade and charged, determined to take each one of them out himself if he had to in his rage. It felt like eons to Yoshitoki, hacking and slashing and gutting each and every one of them. To the beasts, he turned into a swarm, his blade appearing by the hundreds and cutting down the swarms in seconds. In a few brief moments, in undiluted rage and anger, Yoshitoki cut down a swarm of beasts that had for weeks plagued and swarmed a village.
Nothing remained of them and Yoshitoki, exhausted, collapsed one the ground he stood in the middle of the village, his mind remember each and everyone of the beasts. He remembered waking to sunlight hitting his face, growing discomfort with it. He saw the mystic again, looking around worried, trying to figure out what happened. The man ran to Yoshitoki, thanking him for saving him from those beasts. Yoshi, asking the mystic where did that chest come from. The mystic, a little worried from the look that Yoshitoki gave him meant business, explained that he had heard a rumor about one in a deep cave. It took a while, and the mercenaries he had hired died trying to help him get it, but he managed to retrieve it. With further questioning, Yoshitoki realized what the man had taken had lured the beasts to the village, killing everyone he ever knew, protecting this man and his chest of greed.
Yoshi's reaction to that was the same thing, no matter how many times he repeated it. The mystic laid before him in peices, and Yoshitoki remembered each and every swing of the blade at once. He realized now the dark pact allowed him to act. It was odd at first feeling it, but maybe with time he could get better. He looked around his ruined village, and realizing that nothing was left for him, sheathed his blade and left.
That was about 5 years ago, Yoshitoki has moved on from that, but over the years, while he still enjoys his wandering, found that he never really has much to say to people. He has also managed to come to an understanding of his ability, able to control and evoke it when needed.
Abilities:
Swordsmanship: Yoshitoki may only have one arm, but his ability to weild a katana, or really any sword, is hard to match. Think, cut an arrow out of mid-air, peirce the weakspot in armor kind of skill.
Black Magic: Yoshitoki can react to things in ways that people shouldn't.
For example, a guy with a giant axe swings at Yoshitoki to cut him right down the center. Whereas most people could go left, or most people could go right, Yoshitoki can go both. He can also go back out of the reach, and then also step forward and cut the axe at the handle while it comes down.
His ability with Black Magic and invoking it is that he can react to the same thing different ways. The reactions always come together in the end, most of the time in his favor but not always, and each one does a different effect. Back in the example, the Yoshitoki that stepped to the left of the axe could go in low, going for the knees while the one on the right would go in high, going for a decapitation. The one that stepped back would then dash in to stab, and the final one that cut the axe would bring his blade down to do what the axeman originally intend with him. Their attacks go through, and they all meet up with the middle one again, and its one Yoshitoki again.
Involvement: He is mostly just wandering into it than have really any true aim.
Additional Edit: If you reject this character, I'm making one based on Epic Sax Guy.