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1 Escobar(WIP) on Wed Jun 08, 2016 3:10 am

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Basic info

Name: Escobar Arentoias

Age: 23

Birthday: September 26th

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6’1

Weight: 140

Face Claim:Suren from Koezaru wa Akai Hana


Stats

STR: 5

DEF: 1

RES:1

SPT:5

Aura 150|150 HP


Personality

Major: Academic

Likes: Himself: He absolutely adores himself.

Fighting: Another favorite. Amuses him.

Spending Money: Because he's a rich, spoilt brat.

Dislikes: Other people: Not worth his time


Grimm: Cretins, curs, any insult under the sun is not enough to describe how he feels about the black dogs.

Red: God, it's a terrible color. When you beat people, that's what stains your clothing.

Fears: Not being the greatest: While this isn’t a conscious fear, he fears not being the greatest that there is.


Finding a limit to his strength: Yes, he’s perfect. But. You can always get more perfect.


Being Frozen to death: It comes from a childhood memory.

Overall Personality: There are many things wrong inside the head of Escobar. He has a serious superiority complex, and tends to think not only the he’s better, but that the rest of the world is trash. He’s the best around. This partly comes from the fact that his ability with his weapon is unparalleled. He thinks he should be the ruler of all, that the world’d be perfect. Of course it would, after all, there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s absolutely perfect, and only befriends people for them to be pawns for him to get farther in life.


Of course, this means he has charisma, but that isn’t his biggest thing. He’s seen defeat, but always says he went easy.



Abilities

Aura type: Power

Aura Color: Gold

Semblance: Enjerukirā[Angel Killer]: In short, he can 'summon' a weapon to his side. It does the damage semblance rules, and is rather simple. However, while it looks like he pulls it out of a rift, he doesn't. He just forms it out of his own aura.

Item 1: A bow T1, said to have a draw of 200 pounds-
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Item 2: He carries with him a vial of fire dust.


History and Sample

History:
First of all, he’s a rich, spoilt brat from the beginning. Let’s get that over with. He’s literally been given everything he’s wanted, except for love. His parents showered him in it, but it’s pretty much worthless when they never followed through. Mind you, he respects his parents. They did good with money. He understands that they knew what money does, and how to get more of it.


Let’s skip properly to when he was 16. He was in a hunting academy. A high-school level one, of course. He had skipped a grade or two and was ready to graduate at the end of the year. He had an on and off relationship with someone in class, another guy. They did like each other, but neither wished to admit it. Of course, Escobar knew he was perfect, so he certainly didn’t wonder why the guy was interested in him.


Skip to when he was twenty, and he had quite the wild night.


What a night.:
Most people at twenty either had a dedicated relationship, or no relationship. He was neither. It was still off and on with the single guy who’s caught his fancy. Of course, his family is rich enough that the occasional gift was a very expensive car. Not that his love interest minded. We...should stop skirting over who his love interest was. It was the only one who ever got near him, ever. Tritorn.


Tritorn was about 6’3, a man built like Adonis himself. Blonde hair, brown eyes. The only one that matched, in Escobar’s eyes, his own looks. They had even sparred. Tritorn always lost, as even with his looks and obvious strength, he could never bring himself to actually take someone out. He was an expert and taking out Grimm, but was terrible at taking out a human.


Escobar had no such qualms. This, of course, leads to the start of the night. It was about one in the afternoon. He received a note, on a piece of notebook paper.


Dear Escobar,

Your lover, Tritorn, has been taken captive. Give us money, or he’s dead. Meet us at the Ferris Wheel. Bring 1 Million Lien



He hadn’t noticed this before, and it didn’t give a time or name. However. He figured that the note was just delivered, and figured that he didn’t want to give them the money. So, he went into his closet, and grabbed a black hoodie, and a pair of black sweat-pants. He, after getting appropriately situated in his clothing, completely ditched it for a more rich-looking garb. A purple shirt, black pants, and a bunch of jewelry, he’d have to look rich. After getting situated into his new set of clothing, he left his home. It didn't garner attention, beyond the fact that he had all this jewelry on that wasn't normal.

Once he arrived, he noticed that there was a strange... lack of motion. He knew the whole operation was closed for the day, which was fine and dandy. Out of the shade came a green-haired, tall person. Lanky as all hell, the Green haired guy was taller then even Tritorn. He carried an air that put off even Escobar. Not that it was difficult, but this was a different sort. This guy seemed legitimately dangerous.

"We subdued your little friend. Well, he's not so little, but he didn't fight all that hard."

"Of course he didn't, you heathen. He never fights back, well, nearly never. You should see him against Grimm, though. Well. I do have to get him back. Let me guess, you'll lower him from the top of the Wheel, if I give you the money."

The green guy nodded, and yawned. It was clear that this wasn't the guy's first rodeo. BUT! You don't get perfect by just existing.

"You shouldn't underestimate me. I could beat you in hand to hand combat.

This peaked the green guy's interest, who shifted into a boxing stance. Southpaw. It wouldn't matter. The fight would be over in a matter of moments anyhow. A trained hunter who specialized in beating people and was rather good at taking down Grimm vs a complete nobody, at least, compared to Escobar. The man went in, and was taken out with a single right hand. To be fair, most people don't expect a rich kid to have a mean right hook.

He, after having knocked the guy out in one hit, looked around and went into the concessions. He found the duct tape he just happened to need, and went back to the green haired guy. After making sure the green haired guy was properly bound, and stuck to a chair, Escobar looked up to the top of the Ferris Wheel. Using his insane amount of athleticism, he leaped and crawled up the Ferris Wheel.  

Once he reached the top, he saw a struggling Tritorn. The poor sap was handcuffed to the Ferris Wheel, and looked ready to kill whoever came up. It just happened to be Escobar. He sat next to Tritorn, and put his arm over the guy's shoulder.

[color=grey] "Jeesh. No need to try to kill me. It's not nice. I mean, you look pretty
 
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2 Re: Escobar(WIP) on Sat Mar 11, 2017 6:05 am

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