Apprentice Alchemist
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::Name:: Yamato Trystan ::Alias/Nickname:: Qiang Shen ::Transportation:: Train / foot ::State Name:: Amethyst Tornado Alchemist
::Age:: 19 ::Gender:: Male ::Race:: Human ::Nationality:: Ishbal, but not a full native Ishbalan. Raised as a traditional Xing.
::Height:: 5’11” ::Weight:: 210 lbs ::Eye color:: a deep amethyst, formed from the union of sapphire and ruby ::Hair color:: a light, coffee brown ::Hair Style:: Long, but not too long; Short, but not too short. Bangs kept up by a plain white headband. ::Clothing:: Loose and casual, but still enough to keep him warm. His clothing is a mark of the very Xingan way in which he was raised. A decorated and hooded sleeveless shirt, a pair of plain, brown pants, a pair of durable shoes, and a pair of decorated and armored hand gauntlets is his daily wardrobe. He also wears a white headband to remind himself of his conviction.
- Overall Appearance
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- Personality
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::Likes:: spears, sparring, good food and drink, good company ::Dislikes:: prejudice, people taking unfair advantage of others, the strong bullying the weak ::Dark Secret:: does not know how to operate anything slightly technological, can be baited by food when hungry enough ::Idol:: Useless distractions - all of them. ::Closest Friend:: None Yet ::Rival:: None Yet
His mature mental mindset and surprisingly deep insight sometimes causes disbelief that he is only 19. Nonetheless, he is pretty laid back and impetuous about everything until issues such as honor, beliefs, and acceptance are brought up. A great listener and attention-giver, he is also quite the lady’s man, despite his ridiculous appearance. Despite all of this, he is still soft-spoken and will normally hold his tongue when speaking. When he does speak, he gets right to the point and chooses not to mince words. During combat and other intense situations, his hard-earned ability to read ahead to some extent, his lightning quick reflexes, and the ability to remain cool and maintain an intense and nearly unbreakable concentration serve him well, and has saved his hide countless times. However, this may serve as a detriment, for he may become so focused upon one goal that he could lose sight of the bigger picture.
- Ability Info
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::Weapon::
- The only actual weapon that Trystan has is his spear. The entire spear’s design is simple, but is as deadly as it is efficient. The spearhead itself is constantly kept in prime condition due to Trystan’s skill in mineral-based alchemy. As such, even if an opponent is able to break his spear, more often than not, Trystan would just create another from the area surrounding them. He will usually use the spear first before resorting to his fists, for they are much more potent weapons.
::Alchemy::[/color] Trystan is skilled in primarily air-based alchemy, though he is also fairly capable of performing mineral-based alchemy. He is capable of using his alchemy without drawing any circles on the spot due to the numerous tattoos on his body. There are several duplicate circles to prevent suddenly sealed abilities in case of injury. He also has a circle over his heart and circles on the inside of his gloves that acts as general catalysts for the alchemy that he performs.
- ::Air-Based::
His air-based alchemy works by directly manipulating the air particles in the area around himself, quickly increasing or decreasing the distance between them, causing either a nigh-instantaneous vacuum or miniature tornado to occur; in short, the ability to control atmospheric pressure within a given range. Using his mastery of the concepts of Rentan Jutsu, Trystan is able to establish a relatively large area of influence around himself when using this sort of alchemy.
With his air-based alchemy, he is capable of encasing his any part of his body in a barrier of wind, though normally, to conserve energy, Trystan only forms the barrier along his opponent’s attack path. This forms a shield that constantly pushes incoming attacks out and away from his body. Applying this ability to different parts of his bodies has different effects as well. For example, encasing his feet in ‘boots’ of wind allows him to increase his movement speed, increased brute kicking ability, as well as grant slight hovering abilities / enhanced jumping abilities. Another example of a possible effect, and a favorite application of his as well, would be to encase his hands in ‘gloves’ of wind. This allows his hands to strike faster, have a drill-like effect, more easily deflect attacks, and, when swung quickly and forcibly enough, to emit a wind ‘shockwave’. As with many other types of alchemy, application is extremely flexible and is left to the imagination of the alchemist. On top of this, Trystan is also capable of suddenly forming a ‘doughnut’ of oppressively high air pressure with a range of 20 feet (2 short spear lengths) in all directions, slowing down his opponents substantially and causing them to tire much more quickly without affecting himself. This technique is particularly dangerous for the opponent due to the potential side-effects of having relatively large amounts of pressure suddenly relieved. However, this is only when it is used consciously. If Trystan gets angry, it is possible for him to use this without ever realizing that he has. It will gradually increase the pressure as time goes by, eventually reaching the theoretical maximum. It should be noted that the theoretical maximum varies with Trystan’s current temperament, and can reach up to comparable levels of pressure as being at the ocean floor without any protection. This technique is also the most energy consuming to use and can only be maintained for up to 5 minutes at maximum output if he is not doing anything else.
Due to the degree of his mastery, most of the possible actions can be switched between almost simultaneously. However, it should be noted that the more of these skills are strung together in quick succession, the quicker that Trystan tires.
- ::Mineral-Based::
His mineral-based alchemy is much simpler, limited to forming spear replacements, causing spears to erupt from solid surfaces as sneak attacks or to form an impromptu cage, and making little bullet-like pellets with whatever materials are lying around. These pellets can be encased with a miniature tornado and be shot like a normal bullet. These pellets’ penetrating power is roughly equal to that of a standard military rifle, but leaves much less clean wounds, as the projectile tears as it penetrates. He can also form various small and basic armaments, such as daggers, depending on the situation. Trystan’s knowledge of Rentan Jutsu mixed with Renkin Jutsu allows him to make many of these sorts of alchemic reactions at long range.
::Hand-to-Hand Combat::Though unnamed, Trystan’s style of hand-to-hand has several key defining characteristics. First and foremost, the essence of his style of hand-to-hand is high speed and explosive release of power along the shortest possible path. The alchemic beliefs of the the Xingans is further embodied in this style of combat, as, despite its focus on power and ferociousness, underlying it all is the fundamental concept that the entire body moves and flows as one, similar to the characteristics of LungMei. Using a deceptively fast step-in, he closes relatively long-range distances in a flash and strikes at vulnerable areas, such as the thorax or the legs and neck, to prepare for a close-range barrage that will try to ultimately incapacitate the opponent. With each and every strike, maximum potential damage is dealt out through the momentary acceleration that travels from the waist to the limb and further magnified by a charging step. This concept is applied to any weapon that Trystan picks up as well, thus justifying his frightening spear fighting capabilities. (yes, I know that I’m basing this heavily off an existing form. Click above to go to a youtube video which I deem to most represent what I have in mind.) ::Survival Skills::Due to the nature of his upbringing, Trystan is naturally skilled in the art of surviving with the bare minimum. His knowledge of survival is broad and deep, allowing him to live, relatively, like a king when others would be groveling and vegetating just to stay alive.
- Bio
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::Family::
- “Mommy” – deceased
- “Daddy” – deceased
- Lin Buo – alchemy sensei, father figure: alive, located in a secluded house in Ishbal. A master of Rentan Jutsu and had gone to Amestris to study Renkin Jutsu to supplement his knowledge. Later moved to Ishbal due to it’s location in between both Xing and Amestris.
- Lin Mei – alchemy sensei’s wife, martial arts sensei, mother figure: alive, located with Takeda
[/color] ::History::Trystan has next to no recollection of his early life, as it is with most people; the early 4 or so years just go by without a trace. However, it’s the faces that he would never forget. As a child, he was constantly hungry and naked. His parents would go around begging for food in the then still war-scarred land of Ishbal. Although the natives there showed them quite a lot of pity, the ones who actually stopped to help were far and few between. The fact that his mother had married an outsider further decreased the willingness of these people to help. One day, his parents just stopped moving. Not knowing what to do, Trystan just sat there, hunched over. Eventually, he fell into a deep sleep. He only had a slight memory afterwards of seeing a concerned face hovering in and out of his perception, then darkness.
When he woke, he was inside a small hut, the sound of a fire crackling gently in the background. For the first time in his life, the smell of food and feeling of security overwhelmed that of decay and hopelessness. As his face shifted, his body still extremely weak, on the first bed that he had laid in since he was born, the face of a woman appeared to him, offering him a bowl of porridge. Never before had anything been as delicious as that first mouthful of simple, watered down rice. Soon after finishing the bowl of porridge, he fell back into a deep sleep. Before his consciousness slipped again, he recalled hearing the voice of a man, speaking in a language that seemed as familiar as it was indiscernible.
When he woke once more, the light of day had flooded the room. Pulling the covers off of his body, he sat up. Immediately, a woman came bustling through the door. Still young, Trystan had no idea what the woman in front of him was saying – he had only ever needed to say ‘Trystan want food’ and ‘Trystan thank you’. Even these words were garbled and could only be understood by the most attentive of listeners. She fussed around with him for a bit, tucked him back into the covers, and went back outside. Several hours later, a man came into the house, then started making the same sounds towards the woman. It was only later that Trystan realized the importance of this conversation.
“We’ll raise him as one of our own.”
He never quite forgot about his real parents, but Takeda and Mei stayed true to their words. They treated him just like any other child, even though it was obvious that he was not their son. The fact that whenever they went out to the city to buy more goods, the locals would stare and whisper behind their backs did not matter either - after all, they were a family. As he grew older, Trystan began displaying a great curiosity for his surroundings. Eventually, he wandered into a bad district, wanting to see what those ‘powder brothers’ were off to do. The outcome was just as expected – he got mugged, beaten, and left for dead once more. Noticing that Trystan was out much too late, the two guardians combed through the city street by street until they found his body, still hanging on tenaciously to what life he had left. Gritting her teeth in anger, Mei violently hashed out a circle, transmuted a spear, and stalked off. Shaking his head, Takeda slowly drew another circle, then started a first-aid healing alchemic reaction. The witnessing of nigh supernatural occurrences by the young child, coupled with his wounds quickly sent him into unconsciousness once more.
Upon waking, the first thing he did was to question both of them about what had happened that night. Deciding not to hide the truth anymore, the couple told him. Both were alchemists, something that the Ishbalans despised. However, Takeda was much more skilled at alchemy than at combat while the reverse was true with Mei. Trystan asked them then and there to instruct him on how to protect himself. In his mind, it was an unquestionable truth that his parents were the epitome of strength. They both warned him of the trials he would have to face by choosing this path, but Trystan didn’t care. He wanted the power, the tools needed to allow him to change things for the better.
And so the training begun. From the age of 6 he begun his training, day in and day out, a relentless schedule. During daytime, he would practice combat techniques with his mother while at night, he would study the theories and application of alchemy with his father. At the age of 13, his father tattooed onto his body several circles. From then on, he began implementing alchemy into his combat training sessions and combat into his alchemy sessions. Eventually, at the age of 19, he told his parents that he would be heading out to “help those that needed to be helped”. Knowing his character well enough by now, neither of them said anything over what was to be their last meal in awhile. Eventually, his father spoke up.
“Unfortunately, in this world, to have influence, you must have power. Amestris is currently the strongest in terms of military might. Go apply to be a State Alchemist there, Trystan. It will surely benefit your cause…”
And thus, we are left with Trystan as he is now.
- RP Sample
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The following is from a Gundam RP. I assume that since the sample is just to see how well we can RP, that something like this is alright. The character that I play is Hiruma. As you can probably tell, the faction that I was in just lost the war, and so a peace treaty was in place. And Nina’s my maid. She’s hawt :3 The stage was now set.
Murmurs echoed about the huge chamber that the Earth Union had provided for the signing of the peace treaties from the variety of people tha thad gathered to witness this life-changing event. Reporters dashed about madly at the back of the room, waving rolled up papers wildly about, trying to grab the attentions of the crew that were busily setting up their cameras. Various engineers wearing different sorts of uniforms, representing the differnet companies they worked for, were scrambling about, pushing and shoving each other out of the way so they could plug in their equipments into the scant and scarce outlets on the walls of their allotted areas. The various diplomats and politicians from both the Jupiter Empire and the Earth Union that had been invited sat in the plush chairs that had been provided. Though there had been no physical barrier between the chairs to seperate them, they had naturally drifted, perhaps due to old habits, to opposite sides of the room. The tension that had gathered in between the two groups was already escalating. The frantic, last-minute conversations that soon became a dull roar from the Jupiter Empire's side was quickly matched by the Earth Union's barely suppressed congratulatory motions.
Hiruma sighed as he let the curtain drop once more. Why did the EU choose to hold such an important deal here, of all places? It was, basically, a freaking opera stage, for heaven's sake. They were boxed in on all sides with bullet-proof, one-way mirrored walls, with only a single door leading into the negotiation room. Conveniently enough, all the people who were to enter that room had to enter by going around the other side's invited diplomats and politicians. What was that, if not just more tension raising tactics? Either they were extremely inconsiderate, or they just enjoyed pulling this sort of shit on people. The name of the treaty itself had a stupid and condescending name as well. Godamnit...the 'Treaty when Sparks of Hope Ignite Together' was just propaganda bullballs. However, before he could go on any further in this mental rant, he was shaken out of his thoughts by a slight touch.
"Master, please stay still and refrain from excitement. You're starting to perspire a bit and it's ruining the starch."
"Oh, I'm sorry Nina-chan."
After a bit more fidgeting, Nina stood up straight, then took a step back.
"You're ready now, Master."
Hiruma turned a head to look into a giant mirror mounted on the wall. At the very least, they were nice enough to make sure that they looked presentable before they headed out. The uniform really did look strange on him. When was the last time he had worn a uniform? If he recalled correctly, it was probably the day that he was indoctrinated. On that day, the Supreme Commander, Enzeru Tawkashi, had stopped by to speak to the recruits himself. If there was a man he respected, it was him. However, the Supreme Commander retired in the middle of the war for unknown reasons. In a flash, he was suddenly promoted to the Second in Command of the Empire's Fleet. Hiruma's eyes refocused upon his uniform. Sheesh, it was only his second time since being recruited, and he already had his second set. It looked oddly large and awkward on him, almost like a costume. Suddenly, it all felt really heavy. Perhaps this was what rank really meant. Sighing, he sat down once more onto his stool, though making sure that no wrinkles were on his uniform. Nina would fuss again if that happened.
Suddenly, Hiruma looked up, took his cap in hand, then walked towards the curtain once more. Nina, not saying a word, walked behind him, then placed a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes widened in slight surprise as she felt his shoulders trembling. Slapping on his cap, then looking back, the shadow cast by the visor of the cap just barely covered up Hiruma's slightly watering eyes. The two just stood there in silence. Hiruma hated to lose...even if this loss would probably be to the benefit of all the others out there...
Silence suddenly took the room as the doors behind the assembled guests opened. A small countdown from a conductor was heard, then the marching began. Four lines of soldiers, two line from each group and dressed in their own colors, marched slowly, synchronized perfectly with each other up towards the stage, slowly converging and forming a path with alternating colors for their respective leaders to enter from. The directors in the way far back corners of the room waved their hands towards the cameramen in gathered around in their designated area. Their lenses flickered to life, dozens of red lights indicating that the event was now being broadcasted live to the world.
The negotiations had started.
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