Razvan [R]

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Name: Razvan Marius

Nickname: Raz(Friends) MarMar (Siblings/Family)

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Position: Chaotic Good

Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: Razvan’s consumption of his brothers heart has made him have odd dark abilities, which are the only form of magic he can remotely do.

Dark Embodiment: Darkness consumes parts of Razvan’s body, making them stronger and faster, as well as creating some defense around them. (Ex: If his legs are covered, he can run faster, jump higher, and has stronger kicks) The more Razvan uses this, however, the more damage is caused to him, as the darkness inside of him being unlocked attacks his heart while helping his body.

Labeced: From darkness, the monster that was once Razvan’s brother, Decebal, comes out and helps Razvan fight for a short period of time (never attacking on his own, only working with Razvan’s attacks). This causes Razvan to lose a lot of stamina and occasionally gets hurt by the Heartless’s wild movements.

Dark Portals: Having darkness within him, Razvan can manipulate it to create doorways into other worlds momentarily. Though, he doesn’t really have control over this power yet, and the only time he can really travel is if he can picture where in the galaxy the world is (making it useless until he sees other worlds). He can use this in fights sometimes, though it drains him of a lot of energy and leaves him stunned from teleportation sickness (so he never really uses it in combat).

Basic Training From Childhood: All the training with his father, Doru, has left Razvan very fast and agile. He combines his backhanded and front handed sword fighting style with kickboxing and some acrobatics, such as dodging, rolling, and handsprings. He mainly sticks with quick dodges, fast slashes and always focuses on vital marks on the opponent. (He also tends to fight dirty when in really sticky situations).


Weapons/Items: Hand and a Half Sword: Razvan’s main weapon is the sword his father had given him (or stolen for him) when he had turned 15. It is a light-weighted sword with a long blade and wide hilt. The hilt is only one sided and formed as another handle to hold, making it possible for him to switch fighting styles and use backhanded strokes as well as front handed strokes.

Dagger: Razvan has a small dagger/knife on his lower back, strapped to his main belt. This is mainly only used for when he is disarmed or trying to take someone on by surprise.

Items: Razvan, being somewhat of a pickpocket on his world, has nicked a few helpful items from unsuspecting victims in the past. In his many pouches he has a total of Potion (3x), Flash Bombs (10x), and only a few pieces of dried fruit and bread.

Appearance: Standing at 5'9", weighing 175lbs, Razvan has very pale skin (which is common for his world) that has very little color in it. His eyes blend with his skin in the sense that they are, too, very pale and colorless, only a sliver of green pops from the dull gray and blue color. He has black hair that just barely brushes his eyes and is always in a mess (looking like he does nothing but lay in bed and sleep all day). His cheekbones are a little high for a male and very subtle, and his full lips are only the slightest hint of pink compared to the rest of his skin. His body is more lean than muscular, due to the fact that there was very little food on his world, and his exercise came mostly from street fights and running away from false authority. On his wrists there is a scar on each, the left being a sun, and the right being a moon (see History for origin and meaning). His wardrobe is mostly focused on comfort and movement rather than style, and most of the time he is in a white tank top covered by a worn out beaten up leather jacket with a black furred hood that his father had given him. He wears black pants that have many belts on them (each which hold pouches for items- as he has had to pickpocket a lot) and on the sides there are a list of white runes that go all the way down the pant legs. His shoes are combat boots, with steel toes and heel guards.


Personality: Razvan has always been a good natured man, though he has a typical problem of acting before truly thinking things out, which tends to cause trouble. Living in Turina however, kindheartedness will get you killed, and so because of that Razvan cast out many morals in order to keep himself and his family safe. He always sticks to two rules, however, which are: #1. No killing of children and #2. Only use fists on a female unless they have a weapon, but never aim to kill.

Because of the harsh world he lives in, Razvan has a knack for figuring people out, psychologically analyzing them and is also very good at reading body language, along with having a knack for telling when people are lying... Well, he just assumes everyone is a liar, to be honest. He believes in common courtesy and manners for people who are worth it, though verbally is usually crude and sarcastic. He always believes in fists first, questions later, and follows his gut instinct throughout his life. Whatever he feels is right or wrong, makes up his morals and he’ll act on them without ever second guessing himself, as he is very sure of himself. He is mainly a good-hearted sarcastic man forced to grow used to the rugged thief life, despite the fact he hates screwing people over (most of the time...) and tries to be as “good” as he possibly can.

When it comes to violence, he has no problem teaching people a lesson, though he tries to never kill- as he would rather teach people “life-lessons”, though that doesn’t mean he hasn’t had to in his lifetime. Everything he has had to do in his lifetime haunts him most nights, but one thought keeps him from truly turning over and betraying himself, which is the fact he has done it all for his family. Despite being the man he is, Razvan hates responsibility and despises it when people look up to him for assurance or leadership (though he is a natural-born leader). If he had it his way he would much rather let someone else make the tough choices while he went out and had fun and enjoyed life.


Original World: Turina, a cold unforgiving world filled with back-stabbing thieves. In this world there is hardly ever sunlight due to the amount of rain and hail, and the hottest it gets is normally 10(C) degrees [50 Fahrenheit]. Most people in this world have very little to no morals, and the accounts of violence, looting, and crime alone is astounding. Many cities are broken down and there are never any shops actually open anymore, seeing as how most got looted and robbed from. There are very few kind-hearted individuals in this world, and because of that the Heartless run rampant across it, as there seems to be almost nothing but darkness in these peoples hearts.

Most of the civilians are all very pale and sickly looking, due to lack of food and sunlight- and very many people are in rags. The King of this world lays dead, betrayed by the people he raped and gorged for their worth and profits before casting them back down to the wolves. Without any form of Government or law system, this world barely needs the heartless to wipe it out- and most would count it a blessing if it were wiped off the galaxy completely.

Current World: Traverse Town


History: Growing up on the streets of Turina, Razvan was born into a rugged world, as was taught to be a rugged man. Being the oldest out of the three children, he always had to assume the “responsible” role and always hated it. His Father, Doru, had showed him how to defend himself when it came to fist fighting, knife fighting, and even taught him some swordplay. Doru taught Razvan to be ambidextrous in swordplay and cut marks into his sons wrists. On the left hand there was a sun, and on the right a moon. His father had told him: “If you are fighting for a just cause, kill with the light of the sun on your blade. But if you are ever fighting for selfish reasons, or anger or revenge, only the night will see your deeds.” Razvan has followed these words by heart.

The reason for this harsh training at such a young age was the fact that his mother, Adela, was very ill. Before the younger siblings were born, Razvan’s life consisted only of training with his father and gathering food and supplies for his mother, many nights him and Doru would go hungry in order to make sure she was healthy while taking turns keeping watch over her. The first sibling he was gifted with was Decebal, his younger brother by 5 years. After that, there was Amalia, his younger sister by 9 years. However, one night while the younger siblings were sleeping and Razvan and Doru were keeping watch, Doru was slain by a group of thieves that had wished to raid their small shed house. Razvan was only 16 at this point in his life, and still made sure to fight by his fathers side, and the moment he fell was the first night Razvan had ever used his right hand. Something had changed with him that night, almost realizing for the first time how cruel the world he lived in really was, and it was the first night he had ever truly killed a man.

After that, Razvan accepted responsibility (though hated the pressure) of being in charge of protecting his own flesh and blood. For years he trained his younger brother Decebal and himself in the art of physical combat, refusing to teach his little sister as he would say: “There’s no need for you to fight, Amalia, because me and Dec here will protect you no matter what.” Little did Razvan know however, when the first heartless began to sprout on his world, no one was prepared. The Heartless outbreak caused even more chaos and mayhem then before, people falling on their own blades in fear, or dying attempting to fight. On the night that his world was taken, Razvan and Decebal had teamed together in slaying the heartless side by side, though the pressure of these foreign creatures had been too much.

During the large battle between the two brothers and the shadows, Decebal fell. Darkness began to consume the younger brothers heart until he was transformed into a large Heartless that still resembled his former self, now meant to consume his own world. The two brothers, fought, the power of darkness overwhelming Razvan until finally he had struck a finishing blow to Decebal. Erupting into a shroud of darkness, Razvan’s brothers heart floated in front of him, glowing with the very darkness that had consumed it. Thinking he could still save his brother, Razvan had grabbed the heart. Once touching it, the darkness began to consume him, devouring his very being as he fought with it. That night, Decebal’s corrupted heart was absorbed by Razvan, giving him very odd new powers, ones fueled by darkness. While he was succumbed and transported by the darkness that overtook him, his world was devoured by dawn.


RolePlay Sample: It felt weird, almost like he was in a dream... just floating. Razvan’s gray/green eyes opened, quickly scanning the area around him. Nothing... There was absolutely nothing except for pitch black nothingness all around him. How long have I been floating here? Looking around, he waved his arms and legs around, trying to see if there was anything he couldn’t see around him. So far nothing was a success. I don’t get it... am I dead? What happened...? Memories came flooding back to him, Amalia, Adela, Doru... Decebal! His younger brother being transformed into that monster, the eyes he had once grown up with transforming into nothing but glowing, cold yellow orbs. I... grabbed his... heart? That’s when another voice pierced through the darkness, a voice far too familiar.

More like ate it! You imbecile, I would have destroyed you! It was Decebal’s voice... only different. It seemed huskier, more gravely even. Deeper. It couldn’t have been his younger brother, could it? Razvan looked around for the source of the voice, though he couldn’t see anything. Because of you I’m trapped in here! Pressure began to force against Razvan, causing him to gasp and clutch at his chest.

What’re you talking about! I’m the one trapped, here! He struggled, gasping for air until the pressure released, causing him to shake and cough. Suddenly, a bright purple glow began to emanate from his own chest, and the pain that came forth caused him to scream, dropping to his knees. What’re you... d-doing!? The darkness seeped like thin veins up his arm, burrowing itself within his body, and he felt it course through his bloodstream.

This is what you wanted, right!? For us to become one! Let me feed off of you, coward! Darkness continued to consume Razvan’s form, his voice growing raspy from the shouting, before he realized something. This wasn’t Decebal at all... this is still what he had turned into. This is what he had destroyed, and what had taken his only brother. Rage began to pour into Razvan’s heart, and the darkness soon felt like a warm pool of power collecting in his gut rather than searing pain throughout his body. Once he opened his eyes once more, they were now a glowing blue, and he snarled into the dark abyss, fury beginning to fuel his words.

What I wanted was for you to be gone! And I’ll stomp you down any time you try to come back up! This was his heart, and his mind. This was his realm. He had the power, not this monster- and he embraced that feeling, breathing in the darkness that began to swirl around him. If we’re stuck together, then you’re going to be doing what I want! Now shut up and get out of my mind! With that, he clenched his fists and drew the blade his father had given him on his birthday five years before, the golden rune shimmering in the darkness.

Gripping the side handle of the hilt, he forced a back-handed slash with all his might directly in front of him. With the slash, everything seemed to stop, time froze and the darkness was stripped away within a second. Standing in front of him was the Heartless that had consumed his brother, gaping at him while looking down to see the blade in his chest, glancing back at Razvan with a narrowed gaze. Before the monster could say anything, he erupted into tendrils of darkness, which slid like smoke through Razvan’s skin and settled into its new body. His eyes glowing blue momentarily, Razvan fell to his knees and laid down on his back, panting. The power that was inside of him now felt powerful, but also hurt- a lot. The white began to fade and as his vision blurred he could begin to see what looked like a small town around him, one he didn’t remember ever seeing. Trying to think was an impossible feat at this point however, and soon he fell into a sleep, too exhausted from all that had happened to do anything else.

[Era]

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Hello:
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Hello Eskimo, and welcome to World Destiny! Thank you for your interest here. I'm glad you decided to make a character!

I will be reviewing your profile. Feel free to ask questions or make comments with any concerns you may have.

I need to request some changes be made before I can approve Razvan for use on World Destiny, so without further ado, here's what I need:

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Preliminary information, race and History:
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• I like the World History / Politics and Race ideas you created in Turina. It is very interesting and well thought out. It additionally brings another layer of depth to your character. I applaud you for adding it! =]

• I would like to see more regarding internal motive. What makes Razvan keep his Good alignment? Having a corrupted being inside him, how does Razvan handle that? Does he ever give into the Darkness? Does he ever feel the resonating feeling of raw anger, hatred for everything and the desire to ravage and consume?

Does Razvan acknowledge how dangerous of a situation he's in, having the potential to be destroyed by the Heartless within? On a personal level, how does he respond to the power of the Heartless within him? What internal battles does he fight?

Why doesn't Razvan just give into the darkness? What kind of motivation does he have to keep being a good guy? Does he realize the Heartless within him is no longer his brother, and if he's not looking to give into the Darkness, is he searching to find a way to permanently get rid of it?

(If he's looking for a way to get rid of the Corrupted Heart within him, this could open up an in-character opportunity for him to meet a Keyblade Wielder, even if Razvan might not personally know what a keyblade wielder would look like. You can just say he's looking for a way to get rid of the Dark Heart inside of him.)

• Did Doru have any professional training, or did he learn what he had to because of the state of the world, and he just passed on his personal learning to his Sons?

• Didn't the carvings in his wrists hurt? Why did Razvan let his farther carve into his skin, and how did he view his father after that? Are you dead set on having them carvings? I would think that branding would be less painful. (Regardless of the method used to make them permanent fixtures to his skin, the idea behind the sun and moon is really cool, I must admit.)

• For the sake of sensitivity and kindness to the reader, it is suggested that you remove the word rape from the History. I do realize it's not a strictly copulatory reference how you've used it, but we still want to respect the people reading your profile, and their backgrounds.

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Abilities:
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•Corrupted Heart Consumption
1) The wording under Powers and Abilities regarding the consumption of Decebel's heart makes it sound like Razvan goes mad and consumes it. However, when I read Razvan's History, I got a completely separate impression. Instead of being an angry/psyco character who eats his brother's heart for kicks and giggles, I see a guy who kept his brother's heart to try and save his lost brother.

So what was the actual story? We would like to see this expanded a little bit more in the Powers and Abilities section, and the wording adjusted, depending on how you wish to convey Razvan.


•Dark Portals:
While I do understand that your character has a Heartless inside of him, I would suggest nixing the ability to utilize Dark Portals. As a Profile Checker I cannot approve of the character until it's been removed. Here on World Destiny it's an ability that a very limited selection of characters get to use, namely the Organization Thirteen and Dark Twelve.

Serving the use of transportation, we do have a Mognet: basically a series of teleportation crystals our characters can use to get around. More can be found around the Mognet threads in just about every world.

•The toll of Darkness
I like how, when he uses the Darkness, it does adversely effect him. That was an interesting, and very fitting twist.

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Weapon:
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I'm interested in this sword of his. However, a particular part of the description doesn't compute in my mind: "…The hilt is only one-sided and formed as another handle to hold…"

If you could paint a more clear picture of what you see in your mind, it would help me to know what you mean on this particular line.

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Appearance:
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The only note I have on this: why do his eyes glow blue when he enrages? Is it normal for his race's eyes to glow when they experience extreme emotions? (If so, that's pretty cool!)

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RP sample:
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It was suggested that some changes are made to Labeced:

• On World Destiny, the humanoid form of Heartless is reserved for Ansem and the Dark Twelve. Labeced could still be a Neoshadow, but that's about as humanoid as we can allow him to get.

• We request utilization of italics when there is internal dialogue, and quotation marks with things spoken out loud (if, after the next point, there is reason for it);

• Bluebird and I have discussed, and must request that the Heartless inside of Razvan is unable to speak. Namely because, outside of the Dark Twelve, Heartless don't speak. They are hellbent on destruction and eating hearts, but for all their drive, they've never used words. For the RP sample, I don't mind if Razvan still senses the rage the Heartless has, and responds accordingly. For example: "he felt the beast inside him emanating anger. He could feel the hate seeping off of the Heart within, and he knew it was channeled toward him. That it wanted to destroy him. This was not the brother he knew…"

The above quotation is just an example of text that could be used, and is in no way intended to tell you that you need to use it ver batem.

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In Closing
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All in all, I think you have a pretty unique character. The above implementations should be done within two weeks, unless you need more time than that. Just post here to let me know that you need more time to work, or when you are done making the edits, so someone knows to check this again.

Also, don't be afraid to just send a response either here or through PM to me if you have any questions or concerns about the topics covered.

-Era

[Bluebird]

Eskimo!!! Your two week deadline is coming up!!! Don't make me do something I'd rather not!!

That is, reject this profile. You have until the fifth!

[Bluebird]

It is the FIFTEENTH. That is TEN EXTRA DAYS. I feel like crying... T_T

Reject'd.