05-12-2015, 10:20 PM
This was great.. this was perfect. Minus the test Seraph was driven to give his potential Master, everything turned out swell. Seraph rose from his bow slowly, Dusting himself off from the kneel. King Gilgemesh-- huh... Seraph has heard that name before. It sounded old like a legend of some sort yet it remained an echo at the end of Seraphs chaotic mind. Soon the trail of the thought was lost and he began to refocus on the king.
With the pink haired boy, the two new servants of His Highness, strolled outside the palace, to the outskirts of town. They came across another fellow, but other than his good choice of clothes, he didn't really pay attention. He stepped back a little when the boy got all defensive but shook his head silently. The man obviously didn't mean to harm the King. Not in front of the same people who seemed fond of His Highness, and definitely not in front of the two warriors guarding him. The man in cool clothes exchanged a few words with His Savior and Ruler before the latter bestowed upon him orders to wipe the imperial presence from a town not to far from here. Seemed the Golden Savior King GIlgemesh's Golden Armor of Awesomeness was also magnetic, for it had drawn in many primes to him in one day. Seraph hasn't been in this verse that long, but he knew primes were special for a reason. The man left and the trio continued along to their destination at the edge of town.
Seraph's speeder-bike had been brought to The Awesome Golden King's Garage of Glory seemingly in one piece. When the group came closer, Seraph saw that he was correct on that assumption. Seraph walked over to it and cast a leg over it, straddling its metallic seat. Seraph turned the key, quickly switching the piece of machinery on and testing its hovering ability. He posed a bit at the King and the Boy as if he, Seraph, were Zeus himself, ready to cast his deadly lightning strike. Sadly the King was unimpressed, damaging Seraph's self esteem. This in itself was apparent by his sudden slouching, and the change of wardrobe he summoned for himself. His white and bloodied coat replaced itself with a new one, falling over his ankles, but shredded at the left side. A steel pauldron covered his left shoulder along with a steel piece of armor that covered his upper arm. Leather straps crisscrossed over his torso, leading to various holsters and scabbards that remained empty save for his Zanpakuto at his side. A wooden mask now hid his face, featureless except for its lack of mouth piece, its bleach white color, and small slits to see out of that resembled an overly positive face. A top his head lay a white, wide brimmed hat that kept the desert sun from his eyes. Ready to go and confused on where the king went, his confusion was met with the rumbling of a familiar sound.
The door was smashed open, Golden King of Badassery GIlgemesh riding out on his Motorcycle that shined like a thousand suns. Seraph had to avert his eyes. The sun's brightness was really getting on his nerves at the moment. He smirked behind his mask and accelerated to catch up. If its a race he wanted, Seraph wouldn't disappoint.
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The fun was over and they had passed through another one of those portals into what seemed like a carnival. Seraph noticed that there was lacking in parking places, especially for his bike, so he discarded it, slipped off of it and left the motor running. He followed the King up to the registration tent and waited a bit before entering. He coughed behind his mask and nodded at the King's temporary farewell to him. He exited through the portal, leaving the cameramen, the now slightly annoyed woman who sure enjoyed her bubble gum, and Crona. Seraph nodded with a shrug at the boy, stepping forward.
"I will be entering as well. I apologize on the King's behalf miss, he doesn't have enough alcohol in his system, or maybe he's just a big fish in a little bowl.... metaphorically of course." Seraph tilted his head, looking down at the woman with a scratch of his mask.
The woman sighed and muttered something that sounded an awful like I am so not getting paid enough for this "Just fill this out"
Seraph took the clipboard and debated on which language to write it in. He looked up at the woman, confusion hanging in his voice. "Do you want me to write this in the Universal Language right? English? Ya? Thought so."
He solved his own question and quickly wrote with his incredibly five year old like handwriting before tossing her the clipboard. "Sorry, not a camera person." Seraph was already through the portal before the camerament were able to get shots of him.
With the pink haired boy, the two new servants of His Highness, strolled outside the palace, to the outskirts of town. They came across another fellow, but other than his good choice of clothes, he didn't really pay attention. He stepped back a little when the boy got all defensive but shook his head silently. The man obviously didn't mean to harm the King. Not in front of the same people who seemed fond of His Highness, and definitely not in front of the two warriors guarding him. The man in cool clothes exchanged a few words with His Savior and Ruler before the latter bestowed upon him orders to wipe the imperial presence from a town not to far from here. Seemed the Golden Savior King GIlgemesh's Golden Armor of Awesomeness was also magnetic, for it had drawn in many primes to him in one day. Seraph hasn't been in this verse that long, but he knew primes were special for a reason. The man left and the trio continued along to their destination at the edge of town.
Seraph's speeder-bike had been brought to The Awesome Golden King's Garage of Glory seemingly in one piece. When the group came closer, Seraph saw that he was correct on that assumption. Seraph walked over to it and cast a leg over it, straddling its metallic seat. Seraph turned the key, quickly switching the piece of machinery on and testing its hovering ability. He posed a bit at the King and the Boy as if he, Seraph, were Zeus himself, ready to cast his deadly lightning strike. Sadly the King was unimpressed, damaging Seraph's self esteem. This in itself was apparent by his sudden slouching, and the change of wardrobe he summoned for himself. His white and bloodied coat replaced itself with a new one, falling over his ankles, but shredded at the left side. A steel pauldron covered his left shoulder along with a steel piece of armor that covered his upper arm. Leather straps crisscrossed over his torso, leading to various holsters and scabbards that remained empty save for his Zanpakuto at his side. A wooden mask now hid his face, featureless except for its lack of mouth piece, its bleach white color, and small slits to see out of that resembled an overly positive face. A top his head lay a white, wide brimmed hat that kept the desert sun from his eyes. Ready to go and confused on where the king went, his confusion was met with the rumbling of a familiar sound.
The door was smashed open, Golden King of Badassery GIlgemesh riding out on his Motorcycle that shined like a thousand suns. Seraph had to avert his eyes. The sun's brightness was really getting on his nerves at the moment. He smirked behind his mask and accelerated to catch up. If its a race he wanted, Seraph wouldn't disappoint.
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The fun was over and they had passed through another one of those portals into what seemed like a carnival. Seraph noticed that there was lacking in parking places, especially for his bike, so he discarded it, slipped off of it and left the motor running. He followed the King up to the registration tent and waited a bit before entering. He coughed behind his mask and nodded at the King's temporary farewell to him. He exited through the portal, leaving the cameramen, the now slightly annoyed woman who sure enjoyed her bubble gum, and Crona. Seraph nodded with a shrug at the boy, stepping forward.
"I will be entering as well. I apologize on the King's behalf miss, he doesn't have enough alcohol in his system, or maybe he's just a big fish in a little bowl.... metaphorically of course." Seraph tilted his head, looking down at the woman with a scratch of his mask.
The woman sighed and muttered something that sounded an awful like I am so not getting paid enough for this "Just fill this out"
Seraph took the clipboard and debated on which language to write it in. He looked up at the woman, confusion hanging in his voice. "Do you want me to write this in the Universal Language right? English? Ya? Thought so."
He solved his own question and quickly wrote with his incredibly five year old like handwriting before tossing her the clipboard. "Sorry, not a camera person." Seraph was already through the portal before the camerament were able to get shots of him.
Quote:Appearance – https://prox.icyboards.net/?url=http%3A%...1b3w1z.jpg Minus all the weapons except for his katana at his side. Face is my avi. (If there is any problem with that I can put in one later, just figured that this would be acceptable as this is drawn by my own hand+.)
Personality – Seraph is curious for one. However he can be whatever and however he wishes to. (being composed of 1000+ souls lets ya do that). Generally he is respectful and considerate with a thirst for battle. He is loyal to his friends and masters and is not afraid of death as the fact that he is already dead and Omni's promise reassures this.
Possible Reactions – unless anyone has commited crimes against him in anyway.. everyone is equal in his eyes except for his Master, who is above them all.
Relationships – Guu= Familiar/Friendly Gilgemeesh=Master, Crona=Ally/Possible Friend, Strazio=Not sure/possible future rival or ally? Sasuke and Obito = Possible Ally/Friend
‘Combat’ Style – Unless pissed beyond measure or his Master is in danger, his response to combat is lax. He enjoys it but approaches it casually, using his natural ability to fight over constant contemplation. He does think though as there is a desire to win. His moves are reactionary, depending on what the opponent will do. He tends to tank attacks sent his way or dodge them than parry and attack only when there is an opening, unless he's pissed in which he fights akin to a rabid dog.
Eligible Powers – Survival. Master Acrobat
Moves – None
Extra – There is no way to control my character. there are many personalities within him wanting to take control so his response to things wont be the same (on minor things not regarding his Master or his position)
Quotes –"Woops, not supposed to be here hehe. You are the Primera's new plaything yes? Does that collar inhibiting you from drinking? Here toast with me, just be careful, this stuff is strong."
"I am an Espada, have you come to sharpen my blade against your flesh?"
"Sorry about this undesirable attire, a stormtrooper decided to bleed on me."
"I've been here before, used to this kind of war. Crossfire grind through the sand. The orders were easy: 'It's kill or be killed'. Blood on both sides will be spilled."
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