Name: Raskeria Saero
Nickname: Usually just goes Rask. 'The Scarlet Daemon'
Age: looks to be in late teens. He doesn't know his actual age.
Gender: Male
Rank: Undefined
Weapon(s):
Vulnerci Lux (bloodied light): Rask's gauntlet, upon his left arm ever since he was in Hell. It completely envelops his arm and, to date, he has been unable to remove it. The gauntlet is always emenating a slight red mist. The gauntlet itself is extradinarily durable, being able to withstand most attacks. It's known by Rask that if he were to be...dissentagrated for example, he would be gone and the gauntlet would remain. Rask has no idea where this gauntlet came from or what its true use is for, however it has given him power to make a name for himself in Hell.
Personality: Rask doesn't remember anything about himself, only knowing that upon one day he awoke in the lowest level of hell with a mission to escape, realising this once he saw the gauntlet on his arm. He has a general knowledge of the area around him, knowing of the different levels of hell and possessing the ability to pass through them willingly.
Rask, despite his amensia, still retains a very strong personality. Rask is a very cold, callous, dispassionate figure, and is rather aloof. He refers to anyone he does not find interesting or too far long into corruption by hell to be a waste of his time. However, he isn't particularly violent unless provoked. Rask is a spiteful and degrading individual and isn't above reprimanding others for recklessness or stupidity--even if they're of higher rank then he is. His cold demeanor allows him to stay completely calm and in control in most situations, and he is not easily surprised or caught off-guard--though when confronted he's usually casual and un-caring, showing a general lack of enthusasium unless something really catches his attention.
Physical Appearance:
Rask has the appearance of a youthful late teen aged fellow with a toned, slim and porcelain-white colored skin. His dull red hair is long-ish and swishes to the side with slight spikes. His eyes are a warm orange color that are usually slyly squinted--smile or not. Upon his entire left arm is a demonic red and black gauntlet, one the he cannot remove. He did find a human whose clothes he liked, he killed him but thats not the point. He wears a black long sleeved v-neck shirt, his left arm missing a sleeve. Rask wears grey skinny jeans and a pair of black and purple skateboard shoes. Rask stands at 5'8" and 135 pounds.
Bio: Rask never knew where he came from. No memories of the past, loved ones or friends. But how much can one remember when hanging by the neck from a tree for what would feel like centuries until they finally wake up. His eyes snapped open and at the slightest struggle the old noose broke and he fell to the ground below. A cemetary of such, black granite headstones amoungst a red grassy pillar surrounded by volcanos erupting towards the night sky. Rask felt life, or whatever was bringing is bones back to working, fill him back again. Groggy, he looked towards the granite headstone that cracked his back when he fell. It read the name simply, "Raskeria Saero" It was a simple name, one that could use an owner. It was at that time Rask realised that he didn't know his name. He frowned. He tried to remember further but it was nothing but fog in his mind. Rask looked towards the headstone once again, and decided that if that name should belong to anyone--it would belong to him: A nameless wanderer who had been sleeping for who knows how long.
He grabbed the headstone for support to get up, and without looking heard the clack of his fingers against the rock. His brow furrowed and he looked upon the scarlet gauntlet upon his left arm. The black spikes glistened in the night sky, as if the invisable stars were resonating against it. He got himself up and also noticed that he was naked. The people who had put him there must've taken his clothes, though left the gauntlet for some reason. He tried to pull it off but it seemed to be stuck to him, so after a few minutes of half-hearted trying he gave up and proceeded to turn to see a man before him.
This man was staring at him--actually at his gauntlet, wide eyed. And he seemed afraid. He was bald and wore white robes. But the only thing that Rask actually noticed was that this man was about his size. Rask was going to kill him, and as if the gauntlet noticed his bloodlust it numbed his hand inside. The wind around him spun in a climbing spiral, taking shape into transparent blades and then taking form into full fledged swords. The settled around him, one of which floated before him--handle before him and waiting to be grasped. Rask looked with half-lidded eyes at the hilt and then to the man.
The man before him wasnt going to wait for Rask to attack, instead thrusting both fists before him and a collumn of flame bore down upon Rask. It lasted for a few moments until there was only smoke, and when it cleared the man gasped at the interlocking blades that had formed a shield. But that wasnt the most shocking: Rask wasnt there. With a quick swipe from behind Rask had chopped off the man's head with ease, lightning crackling along his blade. Rask released the blade from his hand and it shattered like glass in the air, the other 9 blades following its direction. He undressed the man and took the clothes, taking a moment to examine the mask before putting it on himself. Immediately he felt a pull, something about it feeling familiar to him. "The Human world." He whispered to himself, voice still a little raspy from the years without use. But he liked his voice, the first he had heard in years or remember.
After traversing up through the many levels of Hell he finally came to the uppermost level, one filled with inmates in white block-like cells. Their screams filled the air, resonating with the strangled spiritual pressure. Giant behemoths swayed through the area clumsily, knocking into the cells as they walked and killing many inside. Rask didn't want to have to fight any of them, being too many to deal with. But there up above the cells and in the white sky were the doors, swung wide open. There were few who tried to escape but the monsterous fiends stood in the way. Rask sighed, it couldn't be helped. He leaped up, jumping in the air until one of them noticed him. It swung its massive arms, but it was too clumsey. Rask easliy avoided it, and then another from another one of them. His gauntlet vibrated again and 10 swords appeared around him. He grabbed one, lightning crackled around it and the other swords. When one of the monsters swung a fist towards Rask, it smacked against a shield of swords--breaking them but its fist burning with electricity.
Rask jumped one of the arms and then to the head of one of them. They were gathering around him. He didn't want this, but it was too late now. He was too flashy, he noticed, but even at that his gauntlet vibrated even more. It wanted him to do more. Rask smiled slightly as he instinctively held out his gauntleted hand and his sword extended into a long pole, three blades extending out towards the end and electricity crackling around it. It was a huge strain against his body but Rask fought against it. It was nothing compared to getting out of Hell. He stabbed the trident in the head of the monster. It roared as electricty pulsed throughout it, and it swung its arms convulsively, hitting its fellow friends. Rask took advantage of this, disapearing and reappearing upon another monster and then again and again until he jumped through the gates of hell.
His gasped, breathing in the air of the human world. Instinctively he reached for his mask and put it on, letting his red hair rest over it. The trident shattered like glass and dissapeared into nothing, leaving the pressure off of Rask. This was Earth, he thought to himself as he looked at his surroundings. He smiled, for the first time, and walked on towards the new world.
Ability: Rask's ability is to be able to summon and manipulate swords, but with a touch of a lightning element.
Techniques:
-Excelsis inanis (of highest empty): Rask's main ability. Once called, or even thinking it by will, he can summon up to 10 blades--starting from red in color at the hilt and then fading into black at the end. The blades themselves will float around him until used for other purposes. These swords have both defensive and offensive properties. Defensive for the fact that they can be summoned before him in a sheild-like formation in order to protect himself. Offensive meaning he can grab any of the swords at any time to use to fight and can also mentally control the other swords to block or parry incoming attacks--he can only physically attack with one sword (unless he has another sword in hand) at a time, the other swords would be used specifically for defensive properties. The swords can break, shattering like glass and then dissentagrating into nothing, and once all have been broken he can summon more, though only at the limit of 10.
sword:
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-Lightning Element: Rask can utilize and manipulate electricty freely--What he mainly does with this ability is to electrically charge his various blades in the effort to make them sharper.
-Caeli Lucem Aspicere (heaven's glare): Once called, the blades that Rask has summoned will circle around him and release a current of electricity in an outwards stream--affecting multiple people all at once. The potential for this attack is to merely stun or paralyse enemies for crowd control.
-Dator Infecteronis (bringer of slaughter): Rask's most powerful ability and used mainly as a last result due to its exhausting affects. Once called black lightning will surround him. He'll stretch out his gauntleted arm and summon a new weapon--a trident. The black lightning will concentrate around his weapon, giving it the same affects as it would his normal blades--only this time it gives him a major boost in his speed. If hit an opponent can be subject to either being majorly stunned or serious electrical damage.
Role-play Sample:
Rask strolled, or rather jumped from roof top to roof top, watching people. He observed them, looking for someone, anything really to entertain them. But there was no one. Just a desolate black night dotted with white stars. He sighed behind his mask.
"Could it be that Hell is more exciting then this place?"But then he felt it. A pressure like he'd never felt before. He blinked and there it was. A man in white robes with a sword aimed at him, his face half covered in a mask.
"What are you supposed to be?"The man before him raised an eyebrow at him,
"What? Are you serious?""Slightly." Rask summoned a sword to his hand and heaved it over his shoulder. "But honestly, if it means that all you're going to do is talk then i'd rather not know." The man sighed, smiled and looked away slightly. He started to speak, probably to explain himself but Rask was there to catch him,
"Never let your eyes off of me." Rask slashed a sword at the man, cutting him in the chest.
The man stumbled and Rask dropped his sword, summoning another one to stab through his opponent. He stuck the end of the sword through the side of the building, bystanders staring in awe at the sudden crack in the wall.
"M-my name is Valezquez Domerio.""Cool." Rask said and twisted the sword, Valezquez screaming at the pain.
"Before i die, can you show me your face?"Rask blinked behind his mask. He'd almost forgot he was wearing it.
"Oh...no.""Wait, what?""Well its just that, that's kinda stupid. You're gonna die and simply put, whats the point? I mean...i dont even know your name.""What?" Valezquez spat out a bit of blood on his white robes,
"I told you...my name is Valzq--""Shhh. Quiet. Dying should be quiet. By the way do you have any friends around here?""Oh god it hurts!" Valezquez screamed and reached for his scabbard. Not the most threatening weapon, Rask noted, but a weapon non the less. Rask let the sword go, still stuck in the wall and summoned another one and stabbed it through the man's hand.
"Annoying. Simply a waste of time, no matter though im sure there a plenty like you who are stronger." Rask grabbed both swords and plunged his energy into them, electricity flowing through them--shocking the hell out of the man before him. After a few moments Rask shut it off, Valezquez slumping and then crumpling to the ground when Rask's swords shattered.
Rask popped his fingers. He couldn't help but notice that this place seemed familar to him. But this was the human world, not Hell--so then why? Had he been here before? Not likely, perhaps just a case of dejavu. He rolled his eyes but then a voice shouted in his head,
COME HOMERask widened his eyes to the sound, two simple words and nothing else but silence. This was a voice he'd never heard before. Something...different as well. As soon as he was sure there was nobody around he jumped onto the rooftops again, now not looking for prey but thinking to himself quietly.
Stat’s:
Rank/level – ADP-1
Hankou - 12
Reiryoku - 12
Hakudo - 5
Seijuu - 6
Bukijuu - 8
Hoho - 12
Total points: 55
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