Konstantin Zakhar Tribute (Finished)
Dec 8, 2013 21:17:27 GMT -5
Post by Konstantin Tribute on Dec 8, 2013 21:17:27 GMT -5
Konstantin, Zakhar, Tribute
18 - Human - Male - Straight - Legendary Worshiper
ABOUT THE PLAYER:
OOC Account: Kamal
What do you wish to be called?: Kamal's just fine!
Other Characters: None.
Link to your previous character: N/A.
BASIC INFORMATION:
Full Name: Konstantin Zakhar Tribute
Nickname(s): Konst, Kostya
Gender: Male
Age: Eighteen (18).
Allegiance: Legendary Worshiper.
Occupation (Position) : High School Graduate
Species: Human.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Face Claim: Seto Kousuke - Kagerou Project
Hair color and hair style: Shaggy, pitch black hair that falls down to his shoulders.
Eye Color: Amber.
Height: 181cm.
Build: Lithe, although he's a little on the scrawny side.
Skintone: Pale
Other Appearance Information: Often found with an emerald sports jacket thrown over his attire, alongside yellow tinted goggles clipped to his jacket's hood, Konstantin uses these two articles of clothing to declare his status as a devotee of Rayquaza. Konstantin can also be found quite easily in a crowd by the way he carries himself; shoulders slumped and a nonchalant air always around him, along with his tall, skinny stature. His face is an inverted triangle shape, widest at his forehead and narrowing down all the way to his prominent chin, while his nose is rather crooked, as if it had been broken before.
PERSONALITY:
Likes:
- Peace and Quiet;
- Lazing around;
- Environmental awareness;
- Sky gazing;
- Training with his Absol.
Dislikes:
- Loud noises and ruckus;
- Disrespect towards his Legendary;
- Pollution;
- Misinformation;
- Politics.
Strengths:
- Intelligent;
- Nimble;
- Stubborn/Persistent;
- Observant;
- Fast.
Weaknesses:
- Lazy;
- Hard headed;
- Bad with emotions;
- Rash;
- Prone to flying into a rage when provoked;
- Impatient;
- Poor stamina.
Personality:
- Sloth-like tendencies: Slow to do anything if not properly motivated.
- Apathetic to most concerns, having given up trying to care.
- Stubbornly clings to his beliefs, turning a blind eye to anything that goes against them.
- Quite shy with his peers, not being very outspoken.
- He's very reliable; that is, if you can get him to agree to do anything for you.
- Confident in his personal abilities.
BACKGROUND:
History: Most people can't remember a time before the war. Konstantin is not one of those people. While he can't remember everything in vivid detail, he can clearly remember what he felt. He had parents; he was warm, comfortable, loved.
Then everything went to hell.
The war quickly reached his parent's town, forcing them to leave -- alongside the majority of the town -- to Nada Citadel. It wasn't meant to be, unfortunately, as the clones attacked soon after they left the town; it was a massacre. The people didn't stand a chance against the clones, and the clones had no mercy. They quickly razed the conclave of families to the ground, making short work of them. For one of his age, Konstantin's horror-struck memory of that scene stands out starkly in his mind against the blur of everyday life. The fear, the bloodshed, the tears, the anguished filled cries of the dying... and then he passed out, with his mother clutching him protectively to her chest.
Konstantin woke up days later, only to find himself in Nada Citadel, having been transported there alongside the other survivors -- totaling in at 4, including himself. Each of them were sent to a different orphanage in quick order, and Konstantin's life began anew in the Saint John's Orphanage for Boys.
Growing up in the orphanage -- which was located in the family district -- Konstantin wasn't neglected, abused or even underfed. He was given a good education, well-fed, looked after and taught how to take care of himself. However, there were only two caretakers in an orphanage full of boys. He was never given the extra attention and love a child needed; it was left to him to teach himself what to consider right and wrong, and he had very limited interaction with girls, as his orphanage was an all-boys orphanage, and he attended a single sex school and high school.
When Konstantin was 13, he found himself locking himself away in the library more and more often, as puberty had hit him in full blast. While his caretaker had given him the talk of the birds and the bees, he hadn't fully understand and was too embarrassed to ask any questions. As such, Konstantin looked up the topics in the library regarding puberty, but somehow found an old, dusty book titled "Worship of the Legends," and thus, began Konstantin's intrigue in the matter of deities.
Now, we reach the current time frame, and find Konstantin has graduated high school, yet he still lives in the orphanage until he can find himself a job. He is an apathetic, lazy sloth who is a devotee of Rayquaza with an obsession of being well-informed on the matters around him. While he is grateful towards the city and the shelter it provided him, Konstantin knows that his peaceful time won't last.
The amount of Pokemorph security in the area has increased, and the riots have been springing up in great fury. The news has been downplaying the riots, and a preacher has been regularly visiting his orphanage to discuss the occurring events with the children. Konstantin knows that something will change; he can feel it in his bones.
And, sooner or later, he'll be forced to make a decision.
Pokemon:
Name: Abby
Species: Absol
Level: 25
Gender: Female
Ability: Pressure
Current Experience: 0/700
Origins: Konstantin received Abby as a gift from his orphanage once he reached ten years old; one of the only gifts given to him while at the orphanage.
Personality: Abby is a mischievous, fun-loving, and adventurous flirt by nature. Having been given to Konstantin when they were both rather young, she grew up in such a way to intentionally offset him and his aloof nature. She gets off of teasing Konstantin, and loves a good prank or two. Abby strives to constantly train and improve herself, in order to force Konstantin himself to improve; she's also a rather curious being, refusing to leave any stone unturned in the face of a mystery.
Attacks:
- Perish Song
- Razor Wind
- Swords Dance
- Quick Attack
- Double Team
- Sucker Punch
- Toxic
- Play Rough
Name: Gunther
Species: Haunter
Level: 25
Gender: Male
Ability: Levitate
Current Experience: 0/700
Origins: As a Christmas gift from the event!
Personality: Gunther's personality can be summed up in one word: Monstrous. Dreadful. Vile. Depraved. Nefarious. Evil. Gunther loves nothing more than to feed off of the emotions of others. It doesn't matter to him whether they be good or bad emotions, such as sorrow or happiness (although he does find that darker emotions taste better for him); he'll continue to swallow down their feelings with his unending, perpetual gluttony. This baleful hunger comes from being a wild, untamed, and unloved snorlax before continuing on as a spirit. Gunther doesn't find himself as constrained by laziness as he used to be, due to not having a physical body to feel exhausted in. Despite this, Gunther still likes to lie down and rest from time to time. Gunther has met Konstantin late one night, and was intrigued by the fact that he was neither happy or sad; he has been following Konstantin in the shadows for the time being, until he can find out what drives Konstantin. And then... then he'll strike.
Attacks:
- Hypnosis
- Lick
- Spite
- Mean Look
- Curse
- Night Shade
- Shadow Ball
- Dream Eater
ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE:
"‘Alright, listen up, Loki. You’re currently the only available Tenno in the region, so don’t expect any reinforcements along the way. The sudden surge of infestation attacks has been traced back to this… turd infested ship,’ I heard a sniff of disdain over the helmet’s comms link, ‘and the creature aboard it. You’re our one shot, Loki. Take it out.’
I didn’t reply; I didn’t need to reply, as anything the Lotus said, goes. All I did was activate my Heads-Up Display, and crouch down, preparing myself for the soon-to-come mad dash. With but a blink, my frame and I had disappeared, using my unique prowess to bend the light around me, camouflaging myself and speeding through the place, my fang daggers in hand.
‘The… creature aboard this ship is quite possibly one of the oldest living things in the galaxy. It was created by the Orokin to battle the Sentients, and has survived and grown stronger through self-replication and absorbing matter from everything – and everyone – around it. Be careful.’ The Lotus’s earlier words from back in my ship echoed through my head, making me grimace. I was going up against something much, much older than myself. I snapped back into focus as my targeting system locked onto something ahead of me, while also warning me that I had five more seconds left before I needed to allow my invisibility technique to cool down.
Focusing on the figure at the end of the hall I was currently in. It quickly became apparent that it was simply an infested creature – commonly dubbed as a runner. I resisted the temptation to cut it in half, and simply dived to the right and behind a couple of crates, just as my cloaking ran out. Taking in the information displayed on my HUD, I fought against the urge to go against my training and sigh out loud; instead simply settling for shaking my head. Tenno were trained and instructed to never make any verbal sounds while in the field. It was an annoying, but necessary part of our job. Well, it was to me. Some Tenno preferred not to speak at all.
While waiting, I stowed away my Fang daggers, and instead unhooked the bow I kept with me. A brief glance down at it showed the owner’s name slashed out and replaced with the name of the bow itself: Dread. It was a memento of my run in with The Stalker, albeit, a very emotionally painful memento. I closed my eyes and took a moment to issue forth prayers for my deceased cell, before fluidly lowering my bow and placing the arrow in the arrow rest, nocking back an arrow and taking careful aim at the runner, which was simply dragging itself around in aimless circles.
I let go of both my breath and the arrow, watching as it zoomed through the air; its tip rapidly expanding in a preposterous manner as it flew, eventually settling into a regular arrow with a one meter wide and razor sharp blade at its tip. It cleanly sliced through the runner, decapitating it before it even had a chance to recognize the fact something was flying at it.
Nodding to myself, I rolled down the hall carefully, taking in the surrounding area for any more infested. Unlike the Grineer or Corpus, who had to rush to, and fumble with, a control panel to declare our presence, all the infested masses needed was to see us, which automatically alerted everyone else thanks to their thrice-damned hive mind mentality. ‘I never did like sneaking past these monsters,’ I mused to myself, before breaking into a run while simultaneously activating my Invisibility, which had just finished cooling down.
Minutes later, about fifty meters away from the main chamber where the monster supposedly laid, I froze very briefly as I heard a rumbling around the corridor, before jumping high into the air in a graceful arc, grabbing the ledge above the door I was about to enter and flipping over the mantle, hiding atop the entrance. The rumbling had lasted only a split second, and the charger at the other side of the corridor didn’t seem to even acknowledge it, but I froze up once more as a voice echoed around me, ”Tenno, we were… we are countless. Join us, Tenno. Consume us! Be reborn!” I paled under my helmet, rapidly looking around and taking out a pair of kunai knives, looking for the source of the voice. It seemed to be echoing all around me, with no clear point of origin. It then struck me – it wasn’t from the outside, I was hearing the voice from within my own head!
That should be impossible! My comms link was currently disabled, and only the Lotus could override that, to send me important messages. A glance through the comms feed confirmed my thoughts, it wasn’t in use.
For the next five minutes, all I did was patiently – and anxiously – wait as still as a statue for any sounds, any hints to anything other than myself and the infested crawling the corridor. My gray and red color scheme helped me meld into the shadows of the ship, as I abandoned my speedy plan to simply stick to the darkness, cautiously getting closer to the ship’s center. Along the way, I passed multiple rooms and chambers filled to the brim with the remains of Corpus and Grineer bodies, while their unluckier kin were walking among the bodies as victims of the technocyte plague. I pushed my mind away from thoughts of the plague and infested, as I grew a headache every time I thought deeply into it, and continued forward.
"
are you back?