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Basic info
Name: Ekchart Frost
Age: 19
Birthday: Janurary fifth
Gender: Male, however. He believes himself a girl.
Race: Human
Height: He stands at 6’1.
Weight: He weighs in at 180 pounds.
Face Claim: Nagi Arisun from Chivalry of a Failed Knight
Stats
STR:1
DEF:3
RES:3
SPT:5
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Duster
Likes: He likes fellow Dusters; no matter how grumpy.
He likes sweet foods.
He likes wearing dresses in private.
Dislikes: He dislikes hunting grimm, but sees it as a needed evil.
He dislikes sour food, bleck.
He dislikes cocky people.
Fears: He fears dying alone.
He fears being held down; namely by other people that he doesn’t know, but also in general.
He fears dying by poison.
Overall Personality: A very flamboyant boy, Eckhart is a very interesting boy. His mannerisms are rarely ever in accordance with normal people. He'd rather put a pin in your hair then actually harm you. He's not nice exactly, considering he's an entity of sass... sometimes. Other times, he's purposely over the top. He'd rather be loud and proud then sad and bad. He'd rather be laughing then broody.
It's things like that that make him..her..him..her? Again, he thinks himself a girl. The day varies if he actually calls himself a boy or girl. It's completely up to Eckhart when Eckhart calls herself a girl or himself a boy, totally depends on the day. If it were up to Eckhart, that's how everyone should be. It'd be fun, and there'd be flustered people everywhere. Flustered people that he'd take care of by making them even more flustered. If it were up to her, she'd laugh.
It should also be noted that he's loyal to a fault; having stated to a friend of his back when he was 16;
"Now if I were to leave you here against overwhelming odds, I wouldn't be a very good friend, now would I hun?"
Abilities
Aura type: Spirit
Aura Color: Brown
Semblance: (SPT Buff) While his semblance is active; his entire body becomes more receptive to dust in it’s system and to actually use the dust, and the main way to know he’s using it is that his hair turns white. What this actually means, is dust that he touches, even if by proxy like his gun, is made stronger.
Item 1: It’s a standard, silver, revolver. Six shot.
Item 2: Fire Dust, T1. x1
History and Sample
- History:
- Born somewhere in this rather broad world, Eckhart is a young boy yet, with not much history paved, but the history he does have may pique your interest.
His parents were two thieves; ex-hunters as it was. Both were getting late in life; so they weren't his actual parents. Not that Eckhart cares; he was just adopted by two nice people that had decided he was the one that was worthy of being taken care of rather then the others. Not that he thought that at the young age of 3 when he was adopted, but hey.
He was raised by both of them, up to 10. On his tenth birthday, there was a break-in at the house and his mother was killed with a bullet to the head, and one to the heart as well. This left him and his father in a home meant for three. To give his father credit, the man didn't go off the deep-end, if anything he became a better father.
When he was 13, he learned that he liked wearing dresses and often thought himself a girl, and his father accepted him wholely, although that was his father. The lanky boy didn't exactly fare well with other people usually, but this and that slowly formed his diva-like personality. One that is frankly scary to witness when he's angry. Not that he ever got angry.
Now, he went to a combat school at the time. He was getting trained as a hunter, somewhat, due to his frankly scary power over dust. This is very important.
At this time, the only hunter in the neightbour hood was his father, and his father was about 56, and the young boy was merely 16. He had a friend over, a boy. This boy had a name, and that name was Takahiko, better known to Eckhart as Taco. We must go in more detail.- When a young boy and his friend were cornered:
- It was about 5 P.M, and Eckhart was sitting at the dinner table with his family and Taco. They were eating before they came to a stop because a rather loud crash on the outside.
Being the ex-hunter he was, Eckhart's father decided to run out with his old weapon in hand. It was a dagger, but it seemed to have a serrated edge to make an opponent bleed. His father ran out to see a few giant beowulfs and went at it, figuring you either go all in or you don't go at all.
After taking out two of the few, there was one giant beowulf left who has his fathers number and took him out. Eckhart no longer had any family, and when Eckhart realised this, he fell to his knees and cried. They were outside, watching this as his father had told him to stay back.
He was snapped out of it when he saw Taco get hit hard and scream in pain; and when Taco got back up, he heard him say one thing.
"Run Eckhart, you're outmatched and outgunned."
"I wouldn't be very much a friend if I left you when the odds were against you, would I hun?"
Eckhart had been mostly failing his combat simulations, but that was mainly cause he'd never had something to protect, like protecting his Taco.
He pulled out his shiny silver revolver, and shot a fire-dust bullet at the Grimm, which hit hard as it turned to see the lanky being who shot it. He shot off two more dust bullets and the Grimm yelled in pain. Eckhart smiled a crooked smile.
"Taco, run and get an actual hunter. The bullets, while infused with dust, aren't of average power. They're lower so that I can't actually kill things with them."
When he heard his friend go, he felt something inside him turn. He saw his hair go white; and with the three bullets left in the chamber, he smiled as he fired them off in quick succession. That hit harder, he thought, as he was rushed and then knocked on his arse, and due to the force, rolled onto his face.
He reloaded as he got onto his knee. This was taking too many bullets, and he wasn't equipped to handle a grimm, only other humans who got frightened when he brought up his gun to blow their face off. Not that he had the heart to blow the face off of people, he just knew it was a possiblity.
He fired the entire chamber into the side of the beast, and then looked into his pocket. Of course. He only carried twelve bullets on his person. There was more in his roo-
He felt his, what he'd come to learn, semblance clock off and a sudden amount of exhaustion hit him. He fell to his knee, and this time, it was cause he was tired. Using your semblance for the first time tends to do that. As the Grimm was about to charge, he saw a large spear nail it and it evaporating. Seeing one of the teachers weapons allowed him to breathe freely.
And it just happened to be the Grimm 101 teacher, and that teacher just happened to give him an A for a stand-up job.
He finished combat school in the following three years, and enrolled in Syne not longer then a few days ago. At his old school, he was known for his weird mannerisms and his insane aim. Now? Well, I guess we'll find out won't we?
- RP Sample:
- Eckhart had just gotten up and noticed that his hair was a mess. That was a no go, considering the fact that he had to be somewhere later that day, so what did he spend most of the morning doing?
Fixing his hair. He spent time putting it in multiple styles before he decided that he liked what he saw, and he left. Not his fault and he had no reason to be buggered about what was going on elsewhere. Considering his wardrobe rarely consisted of more then his white clothing and that necklace, two of the most important things in his life. Very, very important. Something he'd never let go, and if he did, it better be important. Twas a parting gift from his father anyhow, well... maybe not parting. He took it from the dead body of his father, and has kept it on since, but those are small details, right?
