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Basic info
Name: Archeron Hunter
Age: He stands at 32.
Birthday: October 22nd
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: He stands at 6'7".
Weight: 265 pounds.
Face Claim: Beowulf from skull girls
Stats
STR:5
DEF:5
RES:1
SPT:1
Aura 150|150 HP
Personality
Group: Warriors
Likes: He absolutely adores wrestling of all sorts; although he's mainly capable of the show wrestling. Not to take away from his athletics.
He is respectful of people who are legitimate wrestlers; like Luchas and Sumos.
He adores spicy food.
Dislikes: He HATES sour food
He dislikes those who disrespect the art of combat.
He absolutely despises… cheese. Eck.
Fears: He fears dying… of allergies.
He fears… wolves, the animals not the grimm.
He fears… losing all sense of self.
Overall Personality: He's aloof about half the time, stupid a fourth, and nice all the time. This guy'd give you the clothing off his back to help you out. He'd risk his own life to save a random person. To save a person he'd never know, although he'd rather not know you since he always gets real close and comfortable. Which is never a good thing when you're a giant man with nothing better to do. He's never really worried... cept around wolves. Cause he'd rather not. Only one wolf has ever attacked him, and it shook him harder then even the largest grimm.
It could be worse, if you'd ask him. He could be small, wimpy, and weak instead of big, strong and hard-headed. He's thankful for his skill-set, and notes that if he didn't have it, he'd probably be worried about the fact that he's unable to fight the grimm that attack.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Black
Semblance: Buff- His muscles are loosened up to increase his strength. It’s purely a strength buff semblance, as it is his semblance and not very… unique. A visual cue is a very faint black veils his arms and legs under his clothing.
Item 1: The weapon of the glorious, glorious, Archeron is a giant folding chair. At five feet tall, and about three feet wide, this chair is used for hitting… and sitting.
Item 2: He wears the skin of the wolf that made him scared of wolves. Clean of course. (Physical Armor rank 1)
History and Sample
- History:
- His early life is not very interesting, if anyone were to look at it. The son of a professional athlete and a rather… promiscuous woman. Yes, his mother, for lack of better word, slept around. Yet; it was accurate that this very inspirational professional athlete was his father. No one would think it with who he grew up to be; but he is the son of a... whore.
He grew up big; he was spoiled by his father but that doesn't help hen you go out to vacation in the woods in a cabin. This is a very important part of his life, and it was when he was 19. Even then, he stood at 6'7, and had muscles made of muscle...made of muscle clearly. It was somewhat late at night and he had went out to take a piss... you know. For the feeling.
He was surrounded by... a single wolf. Okay, maybe not surrounded, but still. He wasn't ready for it and when you're not ready for it, you can't exactly fight that well. That was the case for the giant, as he got attacked and nearly killed by the first attack. Except for the fact that he moved out of the way and punched the wolf in the eye.
Then promptly beat it to death with his own two hands.
And brought it home to make some gosh darn armor to commemorate the thing.
About three years later, he joined a wrestling thing.
He was a wrestler for 10 or so years before the incident.
They were in a large field with a ring and some bleachers. It was a charity show which he and another top-class competitor were competing.
The security was destroyed by a grimm; a Beowulf at that.
So what did the ever-aging great man called Archeron do? He went, fought the grimm, and beat the Grimm with a chair, in style. With... the help of his sembalance.
On his 34th birthday, he decided to enroll in the academy to learn new ways to fight these mean black beasts that were especially rude to him.
- RP Sample:
- Archeron stood at his tall, tall height. His bed barely fit him... and his arm draped off the side. That's where his chair came in, he just put his arm on the chair for when was a bother to have it drape over the side. Gah. Why couldn't people just made wider beds... eh. He could forgive them, it wasn't in his nature to be so mad about simple, petty things like that. He'd just forget about it later and he'd just go about his day.
That's how that worked, of course. He couldn't get mad at people doing their jobs to the point that they need to instead of more. He wanted to, but he knew it'd be a fruitless effort when it came down to it. Why bother when you could just help others deal with their problems, right? Clearly that's how it worked. Yep. At least, in Archerons world. His feelings didn't care as long as he could help others.
