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Game Details
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TBA
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SpC2K4 board
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12-9
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| Winner: |
Ariael Winter |
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| Name: |
Ariael Winter
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| Seed: |
#14
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Username: CantFaketheFunk/MisterDoctor
Character Name: Ariael Winter
Status: Heroine
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Description:
Nationality: Scottish
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 107 lbs
Likes: Painting, music, poetry, Johnny
Dislikes: People she cares about fighting/getting hurt, sharing her work
Personality: Ariael is very quiet, reserved, rather shy most of the time. She is phenomenally intelligent, but almost never speaks up, for fear of offending whoever it is she might correct. She is philosophical, and very artistic—she’s a rather talented painter, musician, and poet… however, she refuses to let ANYONE hear or see her work, if she can help it. Not very self-confident, but is very friendly to the few who are close to her.
Physical description: She is of average height, rather slender—but not skinny. Physically, she is rather nondescript. Her most striking features are easily her waist-length, snow-white hair and deep, infinitely dark eyes. If you saw her, you would never think for a moment that this gentle-looking soul could ever fight anyone. Ariael seems to have an eternal half-smile on her face, as if she is perpetually content with the world. She wears a black duster similar to that of her captain, Johnny, except she usually wears it closed. Underneath, Ariael wears a simple white t-shirt that’s unmarked, as well as matching white pants that are loose and cool. She is a character of contrasts, of black and white…
Weapon of Choice: A paintbrush (with slightly magical properties... more on that later)
Innate Element: Wind
Game Featured In: Guilty Gear X2
Attacks:(Bio is long, that comes later)
Move List:
Throw - Ariael grabs the opponent's wrist, draws a line around their body which solidifies into a rope, she pulls on the end, sending them spinning away.
Air Throw - Ariael grabs them with a rope of wind from her brush, and tosses them high into the air... juggles the opponent.
Sweep - She touches the ground with her paintbrush and right under the opponent turns to ice, causing them to fall.
Dust - Flips around, smacking the opponent with the back of her hand across the face... which causes them to go flying.
Air Dust - Gathers wind magic at the tip of her paintbrush, creating a close-range fireball much like Anji's midair fireball, knocking them back down to the ground.
Specials
Offensive: Breath of Life – Ariael channels her wind magic into the tip of her paintbrush and flicks it, shooting a small yet extremely concentrated packet of air at her opponent, capable of sending them flying.
Short-Range Offensive: Lullaby – Ariael begins to hum a song under her breath, softly, and sweetly… yet her voice seems to have an almost entrancing quality, soothing her opponent to a near-asleep state.
Defensive: Wind Strokes – Ariael paints a circle in the air, and forms a wall of wind, inside the circle, any attack that intersects this ring will be ricocheted back at her opponent.
Offensive Aerial: Rendered Gale- Ariael draws a large swirl around her body, then launches a tornado down under her.
Overdrives
Ranged Overdrive: Poetic Justice – Ariael begins to recant one of her poems, she draws the words in the air with her paintbrush, and then calls forth a wind that flings them at her opponent
Close-Range Overdrive: Eye of the Beholder – A powerful sphere of wind appears at the end of her brush, slamming into the opponent and temporarily stunning them. While they’re stunned, Ariael paints a strange symbol on her opponent’s forehead, a symbol which seems to have no meaning, that seems to come from within the brush itself… and the opponent is suddenly wracked with excruciating pain. There is no physical damage, actually, but every single pain receptor in their body begins to cry out in agony. This is a last resort of Ariael’s, and she only uses it when she wants to delay an opponent long enough for her to make a safe getaway.
Instant Kill
Masterpiece: Ariael smacks the opponent with her brush, then whips out an easel from nowhere, and paints a picture of them... then she takes her brush and stabs the picture, causing the opponent to fall to the ground, defeated. DESTROYED.
Famous Quote: ...none?
Bio
Ariael is different from her peers among the Jellyfish Pirates in that she may or may not be an orphan. She honestly has no idea. When she was young, her father, who had been a member of the Sacred Order, a Scottish knight who was widely respected as both a soldier and as a commander, got in touch with Johnny. For whatever reason, he begged the pirate to adopt his daughter, to take her away, to save her. Although Johnny was wary at first, he accepted, and took the young Ariael into his crew. He never made contact with either of her parents, ever again. While one might think the thought would bother Ariael, she actually doesn’t pay much attention to it.
Ariael was always considered to be slow, or at least not as intelligent as most of her peers. This idea was mostly due to the fact that she almost never talked, never seemed to have anything to say. In reality, however, she was incredibly smart—however, she was so enthralled by her own visions and ideas that she rarely spoke out loud. When she did, she was usually afraid that someone would take offense at what she had said… if Ariael had a fault, it was her insecurity. No matter how much her few close friends told her that they wouldn’t judge her, she was always apprehensive about sharing any of her innermost feelings.
The one thing Ariael was extremely shy about was her artwork, her poetry, and especially her music. Her earliest memories were of her home, her father and mother… she was singing a song, the words of which she had long forgotten. Yet the white-haired girl remembered the tune, and could often be found humming it under her breath whenever she worked on the Mayship, doing whatever chores it fell to her to perform that day. She played that tune on the antique acoustic guitar that Johnny had given her one year as a birthday present… he was the only person on board the ship whom she would allow to hear her sing, to read her poetry. Not because she had a crush on him, per se—in fact, she rarely had any romantic thoughts whatsoever—but because he was her friend. She trusted him as one would trust an older brother.
Ariael also loved to paint, to draw—and she was good at it. In fact, holding a paintbrush felt more natural than anything else. The limited weapons training that she received as a member of the Jellyfish Pirates with knives and daggers and the like naturally melded with her innate artistic skills. It was her innate talent, her finesse with the paintbrush, which enabled her to combine those two talents, allowing her to use a paintbrush as a weapon. The young artist was loathe to use her precious brush so, yet while on a resupply mission on the ground one day, an old woman sold her a steel paintbrush, nearly the exact size and shape of her own. How the woman came to possess it, the young artist never knew—as the vendor disappeared shortly after. Yet when the Jellyfish Pirate’s resident painter holds the brush in her hand, she feels a mystical power running through it… Ariael doesn’t like to fight, but it doesn’t mean she won’t.
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User Name: Caelus
Name: Kezrael
Status: Once a villain, now unknown...
Gender: Male
Age: Ancient (an archangel)
Game featured in: Millenium Cycle (made up), Faded World (made up)
Famous Quote: (doesn't say much)
Description (Millenium Cycle): Tall, Golden eyes, golden skin with various bird-image tatoos (birds of prey), Black hair (somewhat long), wears tattered-looking armor (breast plate, shoulder plates and leg guards), wears reddish-brown helm, shaped like the head of a hawk with a single huge feather sticking out from the back, pointing downwards, dark brown hawk-like wings
Description (Faded World): Tall, Grey eyes, pale skin, dark grey hair (somewhat long), wears dull clothing, has ghostly ethereal wings (can be hidden)
Background: Kezrael was once a powerful archangel in a golden realm. During the millenial cycle of Earth (a cycle being the reconstruction of the planet after its previous 'armaggeddon' to its next armaggeddon), Kezrael was sought out by an an extremely powerful evil being known as the 'time-walker.' The time-walker had previously waged war with the eternal forces of good in previous cycles and had been defeated on more than one occasion. It had found a loophole though, in this cycle, and planned to set forth a chain of events that would devastate the balance in the universe. So Kezrael was sought out and corrupted by this being, becoming the fourth of four powerful generals of the time-walker. As with many stories like this, there was a chosen group of heroes prophecized to pose a serious threat to the time-walker's plans. Kezrael attempted to destroy the strongest of the heroes as a child, but accidentally and ironically set forth a chain of events that led that child to later in life become the hero he was 'destined' to be. Kezrael may have been corrupted, a fallen angel, but he was still wise and transcendent. He understood his role, and Sirrus' role, knowing they would one day meet again. He decieved Sirrus for a long time, posing as 'Kestral,' a birdman who owned a 'messenger falcon' business. His services were vital in Sirrus' quest, but near the end of the quest, after the other three generals of the time-walker had fallen, Kezrael revealed his true self. After a long and climactic battle, he was defeated, his soul freed. His chaotic evil sword known as the Jetblack Eclipse brightened, now empowered by the surge of holy energy brought forth by Kezrael's freed soul. Sirrus picked up the sword, giving it a new identity as the Piercelight Spire. Not long after this, Sirrus and his allies defeated the time-walker... Background (continued): Kezrael continued to exist though, subconsciously. Time passed, an abstract amount of time flowing in an indefinite direction. Kezrael was reincarnated. His alignment was unclear to him at this point. His sword was returned to him, not as either of its previous forms, but in a new form, not jet black or piercing white, but a dark silvery color, both dark and light at the same time. It was a reflection of whomever wielded it. Just like the sword, Kezrael was a combination of his former selves, both good and evil, paradoxically. He felt not at all compelled to do good or bad, but felt a sense of divine importance. He has some purpose... A lone archangel, affiliated with no one and nothing, except for his sword, Paradox. The millenium cycle has passed... It is a new cycle, the world has been reset. Kezrael has returned for a reason, and will patiently wait to be informed of his cause, while at the same time relentlessly search to understand his purpose. There is something wrong with the world now. Reality itself seems to be inconsistant... In every concievable sense, this world has faded...
Moves: Flashbolt, Gleam Clash, Split Wave, Ethereal Strike, Strobe Flash, Faded Light, Ethereal Rift, Mindbreaker, Paradox Funnel, Disassemble, Spirit Flare, Psychic Flay, Broken Dream (to name a few...) |
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