Name: Atlas
Nickname: Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Jinukinari: a Race that is completely human except for the fact they posse DARE I SAY IT longevity, yep the race can live well over One-thousand years without death or sickness close to touching them.
Position: Neutral
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills:Race benefit~ See above.
Fire~ A small ball of fire targets and rushes at a target dealing small amounts of fire damage. This spell can become stronger with wind, and can be removed with water. It has a range of 20 meters.
Swordsmanship ~ Atlas can handle any sword with ease. He is use to more smaller and wider models though, and can handle them expertly. His aim is precise, and he is able to keep his balance and stance, rarely known to falter not unless one overpowers him with greater strength, speed or skill.
Weapon/Items:Jian~ The jian is a double-edged straight sword, with a one-handed version having blade varying from 45 to 80 centimeters (17.7 to 31.5 inches) in length. The weight of an average sword of 70-centimeter (28-inch) blade-length would be in a range of approximately 700 to 900 grams (1.5 to 2 pounds).
Picture: Appearance: Atlas has a slim but muscular build, with light skin and dark green pupils. His hair is long and tends to be chestnut brown in color, but often seems to change with the season. In fall and winter it is chestnut. In spring and summer, after slowly darkening in its color, it is dark red. He has a small goatee at the end of his oval-shaped face. A charming smile always seems to rest easy upon his lips. He likes to keep himself fit and optimistic.
Atlas wears a porcelain white mask on the right side of his face. Its demeanor is similar to that of ballrooms of the late nineteenth century, and he wears it to cover a secret that lies within his right eye. Draped across his neck and hanging off a long silver chain is a pendant; the bust of a horned demon, smiling and sticking its tongue out. It is made of old copper.
He's privy to long-sleeved buttoned shirts, typically white, teal, black or navy blue in color. Their wrists/cuffs are flared, like a pirate's. Beneath these, he wears a plain white muscle t-shirt. If he carries armor or anything of the sort he wears it over his shirt without shame or discomfort. He normally wears a black jacket over said shirts, lined with silver buttons and a sleek design.
He wears a silver ring on each hand, on both middle fingers, with the words 'non timebo mala' etched underneath each. An elephant hair bracelet is wrapped around his right wrist. He often covers his hands with smooth black gloves, made of a fabric like cashmere. His headband, he keeps tucked away secretly on his person. When he is in Kumogakure, however- acting as Raikage and fulfilling his duties- he keeps the hitai-ate hanging out of his left back pocket like a rag. The fabric it is made of is colored navy blue.
He wears a pair of black trousers, held up by an old leather belt with a golden buckle. He keeps his smaller items in the black butt bags that hang off the back of his waist.
He loves his pair of thick black boots, which cover three fourths of his forelegs and are held together with silver buckles. They are snug and built for all sorts of terrain. The soles are made with a thick hide-like material.
He likes to keep himself clean and fresh, and if one were to get close enough, they would notice the pleasant aroma of cologne lightly wafting around his person.
Personality: A man who is known for his lightheartedness- always offering his help to anyone in need- Atlas is seldom referred to as hateful or sinister. Nevertheless, he has a knack for being misunderstood. He's an exceptional charmer, a happy-go-lucky fool who always seems to sport a smile, and just a plain optimist when it comes to solving problems and the like- though a bit rough around the edges when it comes to solving these problems with little to no collateral damage. He treads down his own path and heads toward his own goals, but lives for the people closest to him now, drawing his lust for life from their companionship.
Deep within him, however, lies a dormant personality. Memories of the horrors created during the war, lingering on in his mind, fuel this alter ego- a hollow, dark, lifeless husk of who he used to be. Confusion infused with sorrow surface sporadically as the weeks pass by, his amnesia effecting him on an almost constant basis. An amnesia he had woken up with after the Great Flash, an amnesia that had taken any relevant memories pertaining to his past life away. He was a soldier, he was a husband, he was a father- but something horrible had happened to them all. This mystery bolsters his disorder, his uncontrollable desire to figure out what had happened to a family he could hardly remember now. He needs to remember.
But there is a recompense, a temporary way out. The way of the sword, the art of combat... it spawns a new personality in the man, a different alter ego. Filling the emptiness that resides within, whenever confronted with typical combat, is what he likes to call the Electric Hot Barbeque. He is disciplined, but playful with his words. Observant yet relaxed. A valiant warrior who fights with mercy and compassion, but doesn't shun the fact that he also enjoys the thrill. He'll help the weak, execute his own form of justice, and do it in style with his flaming red hair. Taunting is just another form of combat, another tool to be used when facing a particularly ill-tempered opponent. He, on the other hand, is quite patient and level-headed. Focused, determined and courageous. But even he knows that shit will end when he faces off against those from his past, or any other person involved with the treachery and disappearance of his former wife. At that point, he'll resort to his True Self. Then all Hell will break loose.
Original World: Zaramuse
Current World: Traverse Town
History:Role Playing Sample: Atlas groaned as he woke up from his beauty sleep, which was needed for a government official, and by government official it meant the leader of a small military force and village belonging to half of the country. Atlas stood up in his black boxers and a smile spread across his face it was a new morning with new possibilities
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? Unless this is for people who look at thiiiiiiiiiiiis I would say NO, curse you cap locks.
