Leif [WIP]

[Leif]

The Basics

Name: Leif
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: White
Race: Nobody
Canon or OC? OC

Weapon of Choice:

Hyperion's Hymn - A weapon unlike any other, Hyperion's Hymn is in the shape of a white bracelet with bright yellow symbols circling around the exterior of the accessory. Although the bracelet may be looked down upon because of it's appearance, it's power is nothing to be scoffed at. The Hymn can grant mediocre mastery over light based magic. In short, it can allow a person ( with mana ) effectively use light magic even if he never had any experience with the concept before.

Unlike most weapons, the Hyperion's Hymn is summon-able. Succession in summoning it will result in a small flash of light around the wearer's right wrist, following it shortly would be the bracelet. Another unique trait about the bracelet is its self regeneration which is used to protect itself while in battle, making it practically indestructible.

Although it may have quite a bit of positives, the bracelet has many flaws as well. One of which is its user, Leif. The bracelet may provide the ultimate support when needed, but its power can only go so far until it hits the cage in the sky. To be simple, the bracelet is in constant need of a pool of mana to drain, something Leif can't always provide. Along with this, their is also a limit of how long the bracelet can remain active, timer being what it needs the most, mana. If failure to receive mana, the bracelet will slowly become transparent until it can't be seen anymore, and then disappear. Another flaw is its regeneration ability, which also requires mana for quick repairs. In short, the Hymn can only be used so much until it becomes useless until rest is given, which can cause quite a big conundrum if it wears out in the middle of a fight.

Abilities:

Hyperion's Calling ; A quick chant of the words will bring out the Hyperion's Hymn, in exchange for mana of course. The mana needed for the summoning isn't an abundance though, making it easy to bring out whenever the time calls for it.

White Sphere ; The basic magic move granted by the bracelet, easy to use and simple to say. Upon saying this a white sphere will manifest in front of the user. Although it's practical use is for attacking, the sphere can be controlled. This allows it to be used as a miniature shield ( can only block basic spells such as Fira for one time, and can be destroyed after one swing of a physical weapon ). because of its simple yet effective usability, the sphere causes equivalent damage to that of a first grade spell move, such as Blizzard or Thunder.

Shine Strike ; A light based moved that is very similar to the White Sphere. On the other hand, this attack packs much more of a punch, and can't be used as a shield. Upon summoning, there is only a two second delay which allows the light summoned to take the form of a medium sized bird. After the two seconds, contact upon anything shall cause it to explode. Because of its power and effects Leif currently can only produce a small handful of Shine Strikes.

Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 151lbs

General Appearance:

Appearance

Leif appears as a prodigious Nobody with long pearl-white spiky hair that is all over the place. He is well-built, but not enough so he would appear as a muscleman that works out 24/7. His skin is quite pale, and his eyes are colored in a light-purple hue. Under his left eye, Leif has a purple tattoo of what looks like spikes. On his back, he also has several thin cuts. The Nobody's face is well-toned, and can express "emotions" quite easily.

For general clothing, Leif wears a turtle-neck sweater along with standard blue jeans. He tends to avoid trying to wear anything he finds atrocious, such as super bright colors or crazily dark colors. There are a few exceptions though, such as a black vest with a nice design to it.

Personality

Likes:

• Games
  
• Eating
  
• Sweets
  
• Anything musical
  
• Acting/Theatrics

Dislikes:

• Losers
  
• Sore-losers
  
• Boring fights, books, games, etc.
  
• Preachers

General Personality:

Leif tends to generally be the optimistic and positive person wherever he is at. He is a great listener and is often the one that gives out advice whenever he can. If one were to describe him in a few words, they would probably say care-free and playful. Although Leif may be the "fun and loving" type of person, he could also be quite the arse when he wants to be. In short, he acts like a little child for the majority of the time.

Even though he may appear squish-able on the outside, Ixself's true face is far from what people think he is. If his true self was ever visible to the naked eye, a person would probably see a monster in the form of a fox. The true him is actually very manipulative, to the point of where he views everyone like pieces to a board game. Easy to control, fun to toy around with. Exciting to destroy. He likes seeing people in pain so much that it's like a drug for him. He just can't get enough of it. With this said Leif is also merciless, and won't give a second chance to anyone he fights. He is calculative and logical when needed, which helped him through many predicaments time and time again.

Background

Homeworld: Twilight Town
Current World: Twilight Town

History:

It had only been at the ripe age of three that Leif was shown how to handle a wooden sword by his father. You see, his father was an instructor to a rather well-known sword arts school and it had been expected of the son to surpass the father, taking over the school once the old man retires. At first the young boy wasn't interested at all, but it soon changed when he had seen his pops take down a man twice the size of his own with a wooden sword. Leif was hooked, like instantly. Anyhow, his first handling of the wooden sword was a very horrid experience. No matter what he did, he just couldn't grasp the basics of using the sword, and at the end of the day, Leif had learned absolutely nothing. The aching bruises that he had gotten from practice ( most if not all came from falling ) accompanied the boy to sleep as he tried to fight back his tears of disappointment. His father didn't sympathize with him, not one single bit. Leif's father desperately tried to convince the young boy to try once more but Leif didn't want to, he was scared. He despised sword fighting.

At the age of thirteen Leif had been known to be the "stupid loser that no one should ever hang out with" because of his special ability to not have a special ability at all. In fact, he probably wasn't even similar to any other kid in the whole entire world, literally. He wasn't super smart like the geeks, nor was he known to be the role model type of guy like the popular group had been. He was picked on for his poor physics, so the athletic kids were definitely not an option. The relationship the boy once had with his father had also been demolished, because of Leif's unwillingness to practice using the sword once more. Perhaps his father's patience had come to an end with him. At the age of thirteen, Leif had truly sunken into the hell pit of his life.

Although his life was in the dumps around that time, it was not particularly all that bad. His father may have turned his back onto him, but his mother hadn't one single bit. She continued to support him and never treated him like some freak. She never lied to him, not once would should she ever get angry at Leif because of how different he was from the rest of the children. Truth was, his mother was perhaps the only reason that kept him from doubting himself altogether.

Around the age of fourteen, Leif decided to pick up the art of theatre as a hobby, reason being was because he had remembered his mother enjoying it quite a bit back when he was younger. As he got into it however, it started to become more than just a casual hobby. Acting started to become much bigger in the eyes of the young boy, how he adored letting himself go, expressing emotions that he would've normally kept inside. The feeling of letting all the suffering he had endured while becoming an entirely different person was perhaps the comforting light to what a cruel, dark world he had been in back then. Acting had soon become a life-style. There were many days where young Leif would have gone on without seeing the rays of the sun, and would just let the character he was playing take control. It was undeniable, the boy had found the passion he had been looking for after so many years.

As his love for acting moved forward, so did his life. For the better. Leif started to become more outgoing, he started to find friends that had the same interests as he did. He even recovered the great relationship with his father by picking up the sword arts once again. He wasn't alone anymore, he was no longer the boy that cried himself to sleep. No longer did he have to suffer, no longer did he feel like ending it all.

On his nineteenth birthday, Leif had achieved everything he could have possibly wanted. His family had been perfect once more, he had met friends that were just like siblings to him. He appreciated his life. On his birthday he had decided to hold a play for all to see, something that made Leif himself quite happy. He had done many plays before, but this play was special. It was a story that his mother had told him whenever he felt sad, whenever he felt depressed. The tale had been about the ghost of a knight that goes on a quest to find his way back home, where he truly felt safe. It was a sad, yet cherish-able tale that referred to many things living beings faced everyday. The story that had been passed down in his family from generation to generation, and now Leif was going to share it with everybody else. The boy felt like he was about ready for anything, or so he thought. On the day of the performance the Heartless attacked and brutally "murdered" everyone near the stage. Leif was the last one to be targeted. Anger, sadness, powerlessness, it was like all of the misery the world had to offer had chosen the teen as its host. But most of all, Leif felt the need to live. He wanted to live. He had to live. Unconsciously he started to fight back, but it was all for naught. Who knew it was perhaps the last time Leif could ever feel again?

It had been a few weeks since Leif had made it out of there. Alive. It had taken him awhile to realize what had happened, and it had taken him much more time to accept that everything turned out differently than expected. He had gone back to the site where it had all happened and found out it wasn't just a horrible nightmare. On his way out of the site, Leif had met a travelling merchant that had allowed Leif to stay with him for a few days. Although it was a generous act, Leif had back stabbed the man and taken him for all he had. Through a wide assortment of goods Leif had founded himself the Hyperion's Hymn, which he had decided to keep. Thus, the journey of this Nobody had begun.

Role Play Sample

The cold chill air stalked Leif as he sprinted towards the darker area of Twilight Town. Each step he had taken had seem like it had echoed throughout the whole city. The whole place had felt like some messed up ghost town, it was completely deserted. Breathing heavily Leif looked behind him, nothing. Nothing but the mass void of nothingness. But the undeniable presence was still there and it was waiting for the Nobody. Leif was sure of it. "Where are you?" He muttered, legs slowing down until it had become a complete halt. Nothing answered back. Leif frowned. "I don't have all day like you do, you know? No offense, I'd rather you end it right-" In an instant Leif was flung forward, back slamming into the rocky cement of the street. The pain had stung, and when he tried to get up everything had seemed to be moving in front of him. Using the ground as support, Leif stood back up.

"Where are you?" Thought Leif as he scanned his surroundings. His attacker was nowhere to be seen, completely cloaked by the shadows of Twilight Town. What luck. Breaking into a sprint Leif directed his path down the street. Whoever or whatever was after him, they were going to have one hell of a surprise when they find out their target was not as defenseless as he seemed.