Post by Rove Sigard on Mar 6, 2009 20:18:42 GMT -6
General Information
Name: Rove Sigard
Nickname(s)?: Rove, the Crimson Blaze
Alias(es)?:
Hometown:A small village north of Timber
Age:19
Immediate Family:Deceased
Occupation:SeeD Mercenary
Identifying Features
Height:6'1"
Weight:190lbs
Hair Color:Red
Eye Color:Dark Brown
Special Features: Has a coil like scar running up his right arm, beginning at the wrist extending up over his shoulder, on his left torso he has puckered up marks that are reminiscent to bite marks - these are the major scarrings he posses, all across his body is a multitude of others.
Appearance: A tall, lanky built young man with broad shoulders he has yet to grow into; thick wristed with lean forearms that form up into well muscled arms. His hair is wild and spiked out, vibrant red it turns to a rust brown in darkness. His eyes are a brooding dark brown.
His clothing is a combination of whites, blacks, grays and reds. A form fitting long sleeved undershirt worn beneath a white long tailed vest that ends in tattered streamers, black fur rising up around the collar. Over his arms several bands lay, up his right arm thicker longer bands of red stained metal are worn. Over his right shoulder he carries his only weapon the sword Ruin Devastator. A large single edged weapon that can be used in one or two hands.
When required he will gladly wear the SeeD uniform, finding comfort in it and a sense of belonging and pride.
Combat Abilities and Special Skills
Weapon(s): Swords and Hand-to-Hand
Guardian Force: Ifrit(Admin Approved)
Combat Style: He uses a form called Vapnadomr, a specialized school of swordsmanship that was passed down through his family.
It's emphasis is on unlocking and channeling all technique through the sword blade, combining this with a brutal brawler like style of hand to hand, he has made his own techniques.
A skillful fighter he generally will bait an opponent long enough to gauge their abilities, awaiting a moment to slip into a counter attack unleashing his full ability, his focus is upon breaking down an adversaries strengths - opening his weaknesses and ending it as swiftly as possible; a calculating swordsman who rarely misses an opening. He combines his mind for strategy, rigorously acquired skills and raw natural abilities to make him a rather deadly opponent.
The only times he manages to lose his cool and become 'sloppy' is if he feels personally attached or his allies are threatened, in these moments he can become quite unhinged, his defenses drop and he begins to sacrifice evasiveness and mobility along side tactics for straight up strength - even allowing himself to take hits in order to deal a vicious inhumanly powered strike, this is reckless on his part and something he finds himself unable to control quite often.
Limit Break: Tempest Rave - This is an advanced technique of the Vapnadomr style that allows him to designate an area of attack, once this is focused upon he can release the Limit Break - The air will waver around him, he'll pause entirely immobile and then in a flash of red lightning (that strikes his sword igniting it) and powerful gusts of wind he is moving in a blurred streak of destruction, every enemy in that intended area is struck once by his sword which is covered in a sheath of flame.
Other: He refuses to use any weapon beyond a sword, finding it as his birthright and duty to do so.
The Psyche and The Past
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Personality: Rove once could have been called a 'Golden Child' selfless,, goofy , carefree, giving, full of compassion and the overwhelming desire to help others but his history altered that now he's become aloof; insensitive and to all outward appearances rather uncaring. He keeps everyone at a distance, not actively involving himself with anyone - making sure to maintain a facade of business only (this has granted him a reputation as a womanizer around the Gardens and several cities)
He has always had a disappointment in the world, it's lack of order and perfection. Two ideals he strives hard for, always orderly and organized 'micromanaging' even his emotions away and constantly pushing himself towards perfecting what talents he does have, extending this even into mannerisms and morals (selectively of course). This can make him abrasive and domineering to those around him, especially to anyone who gets past his mask of cold steel something he secretly upholds to guard himself and others a mask that has several faces; able to tap into his past self and put on a show when required - though these others rarely last long, brooding and distant seeming to fit him the most naturally.
His devotion to the sword and combat stems from various sources, one of those he will say is beauty, the human form and figure an excuse perhaps, perhaps not. But even with his 'chill factor' he still has a way with women always of course ending very badly since it ends up purely physical for him. Leaving a string of hate filled females who could not chisel their way through his iced exterior and felt used by the closed off swordsman.
Despite the negative aspects of his personality if one can somehow get past the layers upon layers of masks the man wears they find out he is quite affectionate, loyal and is capable of some amazing levels of human emotion, far more than he'd ever admit to - emotion of course being something he fears (for good reason, he has a wretched temper he is unable to keep fully contain),.
As it stands he has yet to develop any real bonds with the other SeeD members, not even his Instructors had any luck with getting close to him, he remains detached, expressionless in most instances and keeps to himself. A few of the females know him and despise him, beyond that he feels no real attachments beyond base loyalty for giving him what he has currently - perhaps eventually the young SeeD will develop bonds beyond himself and his sword.
History:
Rove Sigard grew up learning how to handle a weapon from his father Kas Sigard; a swordsman and a member of a faction of the Forest Owls called the Forest Hawks, they lived in a secluded village northwest of Timber where supplies were shipped through and equipment was smuggled for the other rebels associated with the Forest Owls, generally done straight off the trains to land, requiring strong fighters to defend them.
Kas was one of those men, he was the right hand man to the leader who was only known as Stranger Z, the only person amongst their cell who had contact with the other Forest Owls. Z was reclusive and noone knew much about the person, not even if it was male or female; only that it was a good leader, always on the mark when it came to their missions and kept them all safe.
A series of routine missions would spell the Forest Hawk Villages doom, starting with saving a Galbadian scientist who claimed he had defected, this man became a part of the village after a few years even integrating himself into the Forest Hawks themselves, it was shortly after this that the children of the village began exhibiting illness and sometimes death, strange symptoms noone had ever seen. The village grew suspicious, they blamed the new doctor who somehow manipulated this blame so it fell upon Z, the Hawks split up; infighting would soon overcome their home - missions would be failed and two factions were formed of them, during this battling their end would occur.
The scientist now calling himself Dr. Janus was found out. It appeared he was doing research for an un-named Sorceress, attempting to create 'artificial' and controllable magic wielding childern to be used by his mistress. He was found out too late though, already he had contacted former colleagues in Deling City, offering them his research if they came to his rescue and aid. They did so, attacking the village and decimating it; not before the scientist could steal away several promising subjects.
It was Z who had vanished months before and now resurfaced who would rescue the young Rove and several other children, taking them to SeeD where they would be left to their own designs.
Rove was one of the older children, he had learned much from his father and family about their sword style and life itself. This did not stop him from becoming resentful and full of hatred, this aided in pushing him onward - making himself demand more and more out of what he was capable fo, striving to further his own talents with the sword into becoming something even his father would have to praise. He dedicated himself, took up every task and mission SeeD instructors could give him with as little fuss as he could manage and pushed on.
He is known as abit of a loner and stubborn but always carries through with the mission, if teamed up with others he can get irritable and impatient, even outright rude. But when it comes down to it he is one of the first to jump in and try to save the weaker or unfortunate members. Most of the SeeD instructors figured the older he got the more likely he would be to take orders and listen to authority, it hasn't seemed to work. He tends to do his own thing while skirting their orders, his temper something well-known to those who have any small glimpse of what sort of person he is.
As it stands, right now Rove spends most of his time alone - training and awaiting the next orders. The only time he seeks outside companionship is if hes looking for just that, or a fight unless it's required. Potential exists within him, however, those older than him, especially Headmaster Cid see this - he has chalked alot of it up to the young Sivard needing to get through a phase and resolve some issues then he can see him being a fine member of their organization.
The Audition
Sample Post:
Rove could hear them whispering as he walked by, he remembered what it was like as a child the last time he was in Timber; the bricks thrown, the rotten fruit, the memories. He smiled as he straightened his back out; his hand rubbing the back of his neck, their whispers weren't for the same reason this time. He knew what this was for.
A cold smile that was more of a grimace than anything came across his lips. He knew what was coming - he turned around and looked to the end of the road, standing there as if on que, chest heaving was the man he somewhat recalled being called Hangfist, Holeface,or Halflisp. He wasn't sure, she didn't talk too much.
" You! " The man bellowed.
" Me. " He replied calmly, that fake mockery fo a smile still worn as he craned his head to the side.
" You slept with my wife! " This man seemed to get larger and larger as he walked closer, the heavy oversized wrench he had on one shoulder looked rather imposing. More so close up.
" Yeah, I probably did. " He countered, both brows raising up as he looked around him as if someone would stop this. " Look, just go get some marriage counseling and call it quits... "
The man's response was a beastial growl, one that had him pounding towards Rove whose hand had come up up dragging his sword down off his shoulder, the weapon still in it's scabbard. " Going to start counting! This is 3... "
Looking at the man he could see nothing but rage, a companion the SeeD was all too familiar with; he studied the man's features then began to watch his body, sluggish in comparrison to himself but no novice even with all that anger surging through him.
He swung in a heavy overhanded swipe that could have taken a man's head off - the wrench swatting through the air like a giant's club, Rove's' sheath wrapped weapon came up the very tip of it arcing upwards to the underside of the man's chin, the long burly arm of the Timber local was too far out to offer any form of resistance to this action having highly underestimated the young man before him a sound clack of chin and scabbard tip was followed by the chattering of teeth, Hangfist was tumbling back wards blood and toothshards sputtering from his lips falling away from the half crouched figure of his opponent.
The thud of a large body touching ground violently had Rove gazing down, face contorted what could have been a playful demeanor was no longer existant. " I forgot I was counting. " Hangfists hands were both up covering his mouth as blood gushed past his gums trickling on it's path between stubby fingers " Stay down. If you get up, I'll end you. " Came warning from Rove who then turned the strap of his sword slithering up over his shoulder as he began to walk, a busty blonde with heavy braids raced past him, cursing profanities his name attached as he rounded the corner. The last words he heard of her coddling was, " That bastard!!! My poor baby my poor poor husband, I won't ever do that again! I promise, lets find your teeth and get you home. "
General Rules Password:
Admin Approved
The Player
Mun: Ty
Age: 27
Timezone: MST
Screen name: bring_theviolence@hotmail.com
application made by mercedes watson of RPG-Underground.
Keep this little tag waaaay at the bottom of the app and no one gets hurt. Further Editing Done By King CJ and the lovely Tabby
--- Character Edit Note for Admins --- Changed Red Feathers to Forest Hawks, changed the name Rhoube Sivard to Rove Sigard
