Post by Anthony Redgrave on Nov 2, 2011 22:56:59 GMT -5
ANTHONY REDGRAVE
Name:: Anthony "Tony" Redgrave
Nickname:: "Grave", "The Humanoid Fortress", "Demi-God of Weaponry"
Age:: 17
Gender:: Male
Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Heimarmene - Personification of Share Destined by Fate
Years at Camp:: 4
Claimed:: Yes
Celebrity Claim: Jung Ji-Hoon, AKA Rain
Looks::
Despite being of only partial Asian decent, Grave's features takes almost entirely after his eastern heritage aside from an ivory skin tone lighter than most which he inherited from his Caucasian background. The boy is brown eyed and crowned by a long black mane, naturally straight to the extent that most people assume he uses a straightener, when in reality he doesn't even bother to comb his hair in the morning. The raven locks fall down to roughly an inch past his chin with the bangs and has a tendency to spike up in the back during times of lacklustre grooming.
In contrast, the youngster's physiques are almost exclusively Greek: Grave sports a mesomorphic build tapered over a robust skeletal frame; the two combined gives him an angular yet sturdy appearance. Standing at an intimidating 6'6 and armed with a powerfully solid body, he has an obvious genetic disposition for toughness. With walls of rippling muscles lining every single part of his body, this Demi-God's overwhelming physical prowess and staggering endurance are what earned him the epitaph of "The Humanoid Fortress" amongst foes.
Grave favours leather jackets and motorcycle pants worn with T-shirts sporting witty but politically incorrect slogans. Sayings like, "Into recycling? Then why don't you eat the dead?" are the norm and it generally goes downhill from there. Typically he is seen dressed in garments of black, white or grey. The reasoning is due to Grave's distaste for having to match color. Limiting his apparel to a monochromic scheme causes him less headaches. His casual outfits accurately depict him as a biker.
Being someone who has a tendency to misplace things, Grave isn't the kind of person to accessorize his outfits because chances are he'll lose tack of the random trinkets by the end of the day. The exceptions to this rule would be a singular forearm-length, black leather motorcycle glove that is plated almost entirely in titanium armour which is worn on his left fist and a hip holster crafted from what appears to be carbon-fiber-reinforced polymer upon his right hip; the identities of these two items are actually the artefacts Aias and Kibisis respectively.
An additional distinctive feature of the teenager's would be a thunderous baritone voice which projects itself and fills the room without any effort whatsoever. When stern, Grave's tone drops to an even lower bass level so deep that it would probably make Barry White piss his pants. It's been remarked by many that Grave might as well have voiced Darth Vader in the original Star Wars trilogy and no one would have noticed the difference.
Personality::
In an age of hyper-emasculated males and androgynous pretty boys, Grave seems almost as if a relic from a bygone era when testosterone and masculinity were still considered commonplace in men. Disciplined, realistic almost to the point of pragmatism and displaying an unusually high level of emotional stability, the young man's strength in character directly contrasts the stereotypical behaviours of the effeminate, angst-filled teenagers commonly depicted in popular culture of modern society. Grave is exemplar of everything that was expected of men back in the 'good old days': he is tough, fair, and courageous, never petty, never looking for a fight, but never backing down from one, either.
Even though he talks low, talks slow and doesn't say too much, Grave has a tendency to be well-liked and easily accepted by his peers. He is often described by others as a mature "man's man", who pursues, defends, conquers and rules; rather than being a "nice" guy, he's a "good" guy - not a pushover but firm in his convictions, values and resolve. Further setting him apart from other boys his age, the biker is quite open about his faults as well as weaknesses, adopting a 'nothing to hide' attitude and is not shy when it comes to apologizing if he genuinely feels that he has done wrong. To quote John Wayne, the youngster is "Feo, Fuerte y Formal" (Spanish for "Ugly, Strong and Dignified").
Of course Grave isn't without his imperfections, the most evident of which is being completely out of touch with his feminine side. Having his roots and upbringings in a household devoid of any womanly influence whatsoever and being raised solely by adult males many years his senior ensures that the young man little understanding of the opposite sex. This brings us to his most prominent flaw. Grave grew up in an environment most predominately filled by men. Due to this, the young man is largely unfamiliar with the ins-and-outs of romance aside from the tales of exploits taught to him by older mentors which might or might not have been exaggerated. The fact that this youth has proven to be dense and couldn't tell flirting if it hit him square in the face with a brick can be also attributed to this inexperience.
While not entirely immune to the womanly charms of females his age group, Grave certainly isn't nearly as obsessed or interested in girls as his counterparts representing the trio of single, male and heterosexual denomination. It is quite apparent that this weapons specialist does not put women on pedestals because of his odd habit of randomly bringing up tactless or sometimes downright impolite and crude conversational topics while in mixed company. This quirk has nothing to do with a lack of courtesy or respect, but rather an outright inability to register gender division. The only rare instances where Grave makes the special distinction towards women are when the girls in question act so incredibly feminine to such a point where it wouldn't fly over even his head.
Ironically because of this, Grave's Fatal Flaw of bravery is said to stand out far less and more-often-than-not overshadowed by his superficial eccentricities. An iron conviction reinforced by an unshakable will drives this Demi-God unwaveringly through even the most perilous of ordeals. He is daring and possesses such firm nerves that it is as if the blood that flows through his veins is forged of liquid mercury. Bones can be shattered and his flesh rendered but the only thing that is truly unbreakable is the Humanoid Fortress' resolve. However as a by-product of this gusty attitude, the young man is prone to frequent bouts of reckless self-endangerment. Grave has an utter disregard for his personal safety that boarders on pure insanity and suicidal; in a flight or fight situation, he will almost always choose the latter. It is likely that his seemingly lack of self-preservation instincts is a trait that will ultimately his downfall.
Family::
Father - Heimarmene
Mother - Unknown
Adoptive Father - Vincent "Vinny" Redgrave
Siblings - None
History::
"There are Gods, little one.
Some are worshipped.
Some are feared.
Some are worshipped out of fear.
Others Faded away;
Forgotten, for better or for worse."
Some are worshipped.
Some are feared.
Some are worshipped out of fear.
Others Faded away;
Forgotten, for better or for worse."
In addition to the twelve main gods and the innumerable lesser deities, ancient Greeks worshipped a deity that they call "The Unknown God". In Athens, there was a temple specifically dedicated to that god and very often Athenians would swear "in the name of the Unknown god". Apollodorus, Philostratus, Pausanias and even the Apostle Paul of Christian faith wrote about the Unknown God as well. The Unknown God was not so much a specific deity, but a placeholder, for whatever god or gods actually existed but whose name and nature were not revealed to the Athenians or the Hellenized world at large. Some speculate that he is not an Olympian at all but a Primordial deity, others say he is of Titan origins, there are even theories that he might not even be Greek… They called this mysterious entity "Agnostos Theos" and Anthony Redgrave is the bastard child that was result of a union between the most enigmatic of the Greek Gods and an unnamed mortal woman of presumably Asian decent.
Seventeen years ago, the infant Grave was anonymously left on the doorsteps of an orphanage located in Houston, Texas and without a single clue as to the origins of the child. The circumstances which drove Grave's birth mother to give up her child were never revealed but as it is irrelevant to his current life, Grave was never interested in the reasons and therefore never even attempted to find out. On October 30th of his second year under institutional care, Grave was adopted by Vincent "Vinny" Redgrave whom at last gave the boy a name as well as a legal date of birth according to the day Grave was taken under Vincent's care. Vincent, an ex-motorcycle gang leader whom had just lost his long time girlfriend along with his unborn child in crossfire between rival gangs wanted a fresh start. So with his newly adopted son, he traveled northwest to the lower-mainland in British Columbia, Canada where the Redgraves set up permanent residence in the town of Maple Ridge.
Despite Grave having originally been a "replacement goldfish" for Vincent's own deceased son, over the decade and a half, Vincent proved to be a very good father to Grave, the two remaining close even during Grave's teenage years when most parents fall out of favour with their kids. Vincent raised Grave almost exactly as expected from a Southern cowboy: the ex-biker taught the boy from a young age to fight: boxing gypsy (read bare-knuckle) style, shoot various types of guns both at their backyard gun-range as well as during hunting trips and ride motorcycles. They paid their bills via the ownership/management of a local firearms store that did shifty but at the same time, marginally legal business with the Hell's Angels, whom due to the location of their regional headquarters hailed mostly from Maple Ridge as well and were essentially the Redgraves' next door neighbours and on the not so rare occasion, also Grave's babysitters.
The time together between father and son allowed the Redgraves to form a tight bond that is truly worthy of a real family, so much that Grave considers Vincent his real father even after a visitation from his less-than-human heritage… Grave spent his early youth blissfully unaware of the supernatural phenomenon going on around the world and instead growing up as a white-washed schoolyard rough-neck. With ADHD fuelling his reckless streak and Dyslexia to couple with his complete lack of interest in book learning, the boyhood Grave became an infamous troublemaker whose atrocious grades made mediocrity seem desirable by comparison. However these abnormalities in the kid were taken as a matter of fact; after all he is the son of Redgrave, one of the most notorious bikers of the American Southwest during his prime.
Flashing forwards eleven years into his adoption, Grave whom had recently turned twelve reminded his father of Vinny's long-time promise to craft the boy his very own custom handgun when the youngster became of legal age to obtain a firearms licence. With only a year left until he was eligible to take his test (the minimum age for an FAC in Canada is thirteen), the preteen Grave proudly described the self-conceived schematics of his first pistol. A modified Thompson Contender adjusted to rifle specifications via replacement of the barrel with a 14 inch long variant which uses large caliber hunting rifle type bullets - firing 30-60 Springfield bullets: a bottleneck rifle cartridge with the size and power on a level far greater than pistol bullets. The fact that 30-06 Springfield bullets, which have 10% more power than large military rifle 308 Winchester bullets, boasts force far beyond that of even the so-called "hand-cannon class" Magnum basically equates to an over-excessive firepower for a handgun.
Upon hearing the description of Grave's plans for his first custom pistol was when Vinny froze and it had nothing to do with the Contender’s theoretical capacity for destruction - the boy's love for overkill is a given from being raised by the ex-gangster since childhood. The mystifying fact was that Vincent Redgrave had seen inklings of those ludicrous design features before and the overwhelming sensation of déjà vu made him drop everything he was doing to search for a bronze chest he had left in the attic and forgotten all about for more than a decade. As Grave's adoption was never a matter kept secret in the Redgrave household, Vinny was able to show his son the only personal effects that accompanied Grave when he was abandoned at the orphanage as an infant without trudging through a longwinded back story.
The contents of the simple trunk included a large glass vial of coarse white powder plus several ingots of a platinum coloured alloy appearing to be a composite of bronze and titanium steel, but what stood out the most were a set of blueprints. The drafts were clearly plans for an oversized armament of some sort, but since it was written in a language unknown to Vincent, even after eleven years the elder Redgrave was unable to figure out what was to be the intended final product. However Grave was able to decipher the symbols upon the aged parchment because for the first time in his young life, his Dyslexia did not hinder him. The translated instructions spoke of a double-action mechanism with a revolver chamber capacity of thirteen bullets, supported by a heavily reinforced frame and an increased bore diameter that allows it to load ".700 Nitro Express" cartridges: rounds used in elephant guns. However that was only to start as the enormous device is only an accessory: the hilt to a behemoth blade measuring three feet alone in blade-length; a foot and a half across in average blade-width which is finally completed by a two feet long handle just to allow enough leverage to wield such a gigantic sword effectively.
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Revolving Bunker - "Calamity Trigger"
It is a massive single-edged sword of unique architecture. At the base of the Revolving Bunker where a hilt is normally located houses an enlarged cylindrical revolver chamber, custom built to load thirteen rounds of .700 Nitro Express rifle bullets. In a successful attack, Grave can choose to fire one of the thirteen shells for additional damage or unload all remaining ammunition en-mass and piercing his enemy with the powerful projectile(s) at point-blank range. However what is particularly dangerous about the Calamity Trigger is not the added damage it causes but the quality of the ammunition used: celestial bronze bullets containing the powdered bones of Grave himself, taken from his top two sets of ribs.
When a shell hits, Grave's Ichor is forced onto the target. Against a living being without supernatural traits, an Ichor Bullet causes aggravated damage but will not leave a wound or cause blood loss. Instead, necrosis will appear to settle on the struck body part. Its outer appearance will be normal, but all the nerves and blood veins inside will have lost their original functions, and cannot be repaired through natural means. Though the rounds deal lethal damage to those in the same category as Demigods and immortals; its power poses an arguably bigger threat to those of supernatural origins.
As a legendary being might attempt to interfere with the damage through unnatural means, the effects of Grave's Ichor intruding upon their own will feed-back into their circuits causing a fatal rejection and sub-sequentially a catastrophic blow-out. Any immediate attempts to alter the wound will only cause further damage until the Ichor is flushed from or diluted within the target's systems. In hindsight, this makes the choice of .700 Nitro Express cartridges particularly sadistic, as it is almost impossible to defend against physically even with military-grade armour thus locking the opposition in a vicious cycle of utilize damage reduction or self-healing only to sustain further injuries.
It is classified as a particularly rare and dangerous "Anti-Titan" armament because of its special ability to temporarily impose the concept of "limited lifespan" upon immortals whom are usually incapable of perceiving death. The "Bunker" in its namesake is a reference to bunker-busting nuclear weapons, also known as earth-penetrating weapons designed to penetrate into soil, rock, or concrete to deliver a nuclear warhead to a target. Fittingly, under the effects of the Mist the Revolving Bunker's rather conspicuous disguise takes the form of the "FIM-92 Stinger" - a man-portable infrared-homing surface-to-air missile launcher currently fielded by the US Military.
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Despite Vincent's explicit disbelief at the prospect of a human ever being able to handle the 20000 joules of recoil force generated by a weapon which could hypothetically fire thirteen successive rounds at 2600 feet per second, the ex-biker eventually gave in to his own morbid curiosity and Grave's incessant urging. Utilizing over forty years of gunsmith experience, the elder Redgrave assisted the adolescent in constructing this mysterious item. Melting down the alloy slabs provided within the chest, the father and son duo got to work. Together, the Redgraves spent the next ten consecutive months working on their pet project. As if driven by obsession, the pair of gunslingers never allowed a single day to go by without gaining painstaking progress.
On the night before Anthony Redgrave's thirteenth birthday, the Revolving Bunker was finally nearing completion. However as fate dictates, an urgent call from the Redgraves' less than law-abiding business partners pulled an unsuspecting Vinny away from their home at the last minute. With his patience at its end and Halloween's eve drawing near, Grave opted to apply the finishing touches to the mysterious weapon by himself but not knowing at the time that by doing so, he would have set the gears of destiny into motion. When the clock struck midnight and Grave's contraption completed, all hell broke loose in the small town of Maple Ridge. The mortal inhabitants of the Lower Mainland area to this day still believe the event to be the long predicted and anticipated mega-thrust earthquake caused by the tectonic movement of the Juan de Fuca Plate slipping underneath that of the North American Plate.
A stampeding collection of the larger known monsters rushed in from all eight compass directions and rampaged through town, all while making a b-line for the Redgraves' firearms store. Without even thinking, the simple and offensive minded Grave merely reacted to the threat to his home. The youthful ruffian grabbed the closest weapon at hand, which just so happens to be the colossal cannon/blade and stepped outside to confront the intruders. Zoned out in the heat of battle and blinded by his reckless courage, the teen didn't even take notice of the fact that he was fighting dogs the size of garbage trucks or a lion which isn't a species local to North America; the boy just wanted the damn things off his damn lawn.
For consecutive months since the Revolving Bunker's construction began, the scent of Grave's Demi-god blood has been growing exponentially stronger by the day; it was as if the awakening of the odour somehow coincided with and was stirred from a slumber by the progress of that bizarre sword... However it would take twenty-eight weeks into the occurrence for the aura to reach an overwhelming height enough to rouse the attention of the Searchers. Multiple Satyrs were dispatched to track down and pin-point its exacted location of the strange phenomenon but none of the participants would be successful in their task, at least not until the final night of their hunt when the aroma reached its explosive peak. By the time Pan's hoof-feet followers arrived on the scene, they were greeted by a mass grave littered with the annihilated corpses of assorted monsters, all in various stages of decomposition into dust. Amidst the carnage, the stunned creatures could only stare as they caught a grimace of the object of their quest fade into the shadows on what appears to be a large custom-made motorcycle.
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Bucephalus II - "Expugnatio Gordias"
Bucephalus the Second is a sentient motorcycle named after the famed warhorse belonging to the Macedon King of Conquers and the alleged Demi-God of Zeus: Alexander the Great. An automaton crafted by Hephaestus for the Moirae, it was forged from the skeleton remains of the original Bucephalus excavated from modern-day Pakistan. Capable of speech as well as independent operation, the intelligent device usually serves as the messenger as well as errand runner of the Three Fates. Though it has no real gender, Bucephalus II's personality is one of a dirty old man's with a penchant for flirting with and directing inappropriate comments towards female Demi-Gods in their teens. The jet-black, larger-than-normal motorcycle is capable of Shadow Travel and often acts as Grave's transport during quests. Though Bucephalus II is frequently seen with Grave, its true masters are the Moirae, therefore it will only assists the half-mortal when given explicit orders to do so by the crones. Under the effects of the Mist, its appearance is altered to that of a Yamaha V-MAX with a modified body-kit.
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Half convinced by Bucephalus II's promises of an explanation to this whole "being attacked by monsters" bullshit and the other part merely because he wanted to ride a really cool-looking motorcycle, the youth was taken by the animated vehicle to the outer boundaries of the mortal realm where the pre-teen biker met three elderly weavers for the first time. There at the edge of the known world, the Moirae revealed to Grave the identity of the "God of the Blank Altar" and also the boy's true father as the forgotten Deity of Shared Fates. The crones told the unsuspecting ruffian of Heimarmene whose name as well as tales have been lost eons ago in the sands of time and as a result faded away shortly after the birth of his only scion. With the last of his waning powers, Heimarmene invoked a curse upon his son, sealing away the more obvious traits of his immortal DNA until such a time when the Demi-God would be equipped to face the trials that came with them alone. However even a God of fate cannot deny the whims of destiny, only delay its course: so with the conditions of Grave's rite of passage, which happens to be completion of his birthright satisfied, the protection of his father that had endured Grave's boyhood lifted. This was what consequentially caused twelve years' worth of dodged monstrous threats to storm Maple Ridge and assault him simultaneously. Ironically the prediction of this incident would also be why the title of "Calamity Trigger" holds dual meanings.
Maybe the Fates already predicted his reply but in an uncommon turn of events, the Moirae gave the unruly youth a choice. There were only two roads open to him now that Grave knows the truth of the world, the boy could return to a life with the mortals to live a nihilistic existence and then at the end of that, die pointlessly without accomplishments or the boy could accept the duty that came with the legacy of his divine heritage, facing all the evils of the world in the process. Of course, with his Fatal Flaw in full effect, Grave' determined answer was obvious: "All the Evils of the World? Bring it on. Three times that amount if need be. After all a hero is someone who carries with them everything they behold. By that logic I'm already carrying the entire world upon my back." Agreeing to work for the Moirae in order to preserve the status quo of the world, the youngster was afforded two additional artefacts from Fates to aid in his tasks.
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Aias - "The Seven Rings that Surrounds the Fiery Heavens"
The shield used by Telamonian Ajax in the great war of the Greek myth: the Trojan War. This artefact, originally a bronze shield covered with seven layers of ox-hide is one and the same relic that once repelled the javelin of Hector, Troy's greatest hero. The javelin that had never blocked before penetrated six layers, but the seventh resisted. Afterward, Aias' existence was then sublimed as legendary protection that provided absolute defence against any projectile weaponry. In modern times the relic has been altered significantly into an indestructible metal gauntlet worn on the left fist. When activated it instantly erects a geometric barrier created of force which takes the appearance of an iridescent flower with seven petals. This is a reference to the death of Ajax since it was said that the Hyacinth flower bloomed from his blood as he died.
Kibisis - "Gorgon Breaker"
Kibisis was one of the five major relics once owned by the Demi-God Perseus and the knapsack which was once used to store Medusa's decapitated head, at the same time sealing away its ability for petrifaction. By connecting reality to its entrails which is actually an infinite, self-sustained pseudo-environment separate from normal time-space, the user can select and summon whatever items contained in it as he pleases; inversely the user of this relic may also instantly place any belongings related to his person within the vault. Objects from the vault are tethered to Kibisis once registered by the relic and are automatically returned to their appropriate cargo space after a set time unless the owner of the bag renounces the ownership of the particular item.
As it ensures that all items stored within are available to Grave at all times, he is able to utilize an armada of different weapons whenever the need arises without restriction, an ability that will later earn him the alias of "Demi-God of Weaponry". The treasury is currently filled with an innumerable amount of close as well as long ranged arms, all with varying levels of fame or obscurity and hailing from diverse origins that Grave had scavenged from his various quests from the Three Fates. In recent times its exterior has become a black hip holster made of carbon-fiber but its functions remains the same.
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Luckily, Grave's adoptive father had become a rare human whom is able to see through the mist from the many close brushes with death during his criminal days, so giving an explanation to Vincent was not entirely difficult: as they say, seeing is believing. After accepting a contract with the Weavers, the boy was sent to Camp Halfbood as a year-around camper where he was given rudimentary training on otherworldly creatures and methods to oppose them. The lessons were mainly crash courses and Grave learned his ropes through practical combat for the most part because despite being a supposed full-timer at the camp, the teen was often sent away on quests by the Moirae and was only occasionally seen inside of the property line. The Demi-God was given mostly free reign and exempt by the faculty from its curfew in terms of coming and going from camp due to his status as a Hero chosen by the Three Fates whom receives missions from them directly. Since the Camp had only served as a hub for Grave, a majority of even its older and most regular inhabitants does not recognize Heimarmenes's child on sight.
In the four year tenure of Kronos' revenge, the Fates used their enforcer as a mean to sway the odds in the Gods' favour without intervening personally. Grave worked behind the scenes: his primary purpose and objective as dictated by the Weavers was to secure the relics that the Dodekatheon had carelessly left scattered all across the mortal world as well as other realms during the Age of Myths, in effect keeping them safe from the Titan King's hands. The magical storage device, Kibisis was granted to the biker for this very purpose. On these quests which sent him across the entire globe, Grave gradually became a Multi-Weapon Specialist because the immature and rough forging techniques of the Redgraves (who are gunsmiths, not swordsmiths) gave the Revolving Bunker a blade which had a tendency to break at the worse moments, thus constantly forcing the teenager to finish the job using the very weapon he was sent to retrieve. Fed up with having to repair a blade would end up snapping anyways, Grave eventually replaced the original edge of his birthright with an ancient sword he found in the most obscure part of the Underworld.
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Slash Emperor - "The True Sword of Rupture"
The upgraded form of the Revolving Bunker and also considered its ultimate incarnation after being retrofitted with the blade of Xiphos - "The Edge that Carved the World". Allegedly the first sword in existence, one that separated the heaven and earth and more ancient than time itself; the blade has no true name but is merely referred to as Xiphos - a reference to the word used in Homer's literature to describe weaponry of its type. Its unbreakable edge is decorated with a multitude of illegible runes and the unfathomable sword itself said to be created of components that have no origins in the material universe.
When those runic letters glower amber in color signifies that Xiphos has "awakened" with its full potential placed at its user's disposal. In this form the nameless blade is capable of compressing, and accelerating the Aether in its immediate area, transforming a pressurize rift of Fifth Element into an artificial space-time distortion that collapses the foundations of reality, pulverizing any opposition before it. Simply put, the edge is quite literally an "Anti-World" weapon that cleaves apart the fabric of existence.
However as the activation of this ascended mode submits not to the will of its wielder but rather resonates with the tapestry of Prophecies coupled with the fact that Grave is not one of the Seven Halfbloods the oracle speaks of, one can never predict when the light will return to the runes or if they will remain extinguished for millenniums at a time. In its dormant form, the Xiphos and by proxy Slash Emperor is but a mundane blade equivalent to a Stygian Iron sword that boasts particularly indestructible levels of toughness. Contrasting the immeasurable amounts of weapons stored within Kibisis, which is synonymous with Grave' role as the "Demi-God of Weaponry", Slash Emperor is the personal sword of Grave as a individual and also his symbol as a warrior.
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Grave was absent during the Battle of Manhattan. While Camp Half-Blood suppressed Kronos' monstrous legions and Camp Roman engaged in their mission at Mount Othrys to destroy the Thrones of the Titans, the Demi-God of Weaponry was deployed by the Three Fates to Gates of Tartarus alone where he prevented additional escapees from reinforcing Kronos' already formable army. There Grave not only had to single-handedly overcome countless monsters but managed to get into verbal fisticuffs with the legendary half-mortal child of Zeus, Tityos in an encounter which concluded with no clear victor. In the most notable clash of all, the Fates' Enforcer was severely injured despite eking out a narrow stalemate against the Titan of Destruction - Perses: an opponent that Grave barely survived only due to the timely collapse of the Titans' base of power. It was at this moment when the Last Olympian Prophecy would be fulfilled by Percy and Luke, jolting the Slash Emperor from its century old slumber thus allowing Grave to use his sword's dimensional sundering abilities to seal the lock upon the defeated Kronos' prison, just as the Moirae have planned.
At the conclusion of the Second Titan War, Grave left Camp Half-blood in favour for his hometown in order to pursue a normal life among mortals. During the interim of two years the youngster was able to graduate from high-school with marginal grades while working part time at the Redgraves' firearms store. He also refrained from joining the Hell's Angels due to the gang's strict age-old policy of only accepting whites into their ranks. Although the half-mortal still encountered the random monster attacks on occasion, those were dispatched of with relative ease thanks to the four years of extensive combat experienced Grave had honed during the previous Titanomachy. That is until recently when he was once again summoned by the Moirae: with the imminent commencement of next prophecy drawing near, the Humanoid Fortress was recalled into action after his extended leave. Returning to Camp Half-blood, Grave has taken up residence at the Cabin Eleven once more since despite the Gods' oath to Percy, there is still yet to be lodging built for his 'fairy god-parent'. This was not due to a breach of Zeus' promise but the simple fact that no one in their right mind would go out of their way to construct a monument for a faded deity that most do not even know, much less remember, not to mention one that the Olympians had not heard from in eons and thus had forgotten all about.
Name/Nickname:: CrimsonStarRoad
Roleplaying Experience:: long enough that I stopped keeping track
Sample RP::
(This is an excerpt from Burn My Dread, a Persona 3 RP. It was also written as a reply to two other characters so if the context is slightly confusing this would be why.)
A silhouette prowled the night, making its haste across the rooftops, armed with nothing but quick reflexes, sheer athletic prowess and aid from a giant of an apparition, its sleek form bounced from each hazardous surface with impeccable efficiency. Hot on the trail of a predator which left a trail of unfortunate women in its wake, each death-defying manoeuvre performed by the unknown humanoid took it ever closer to its prey. It skidded to a stop on the outskirts of the ensuring scene between the blonde decoy and her opponent then remained in wait, spying.
The outline of a human as suggested by its body language seem to acknowledge the identity of the SEES member on sight and decided to intercept the hostile party before her conflict with the unknown rascal could go on any longer. It glanced around once, surveying the landscape for any situational circumstances of use to the ensuring battle and found it in the form of a parked car.
Sure, nothing worked as they should during the Dark Hour, but there are other uses for such objects aside from their intended purposes. With a plan formulated the tall shape moved towards the unoccupied transport and smashed in its passenger side window using a singular punch. Good luck to the owner of this antique four door sedan; we hope you have good insurance coverage.
The door is unlocked and with the thief comfortably seated in the driver's accommodations, he slammed the entryway shut and put on the seat belt. Road safety, one can never forget about that, not even during the single hour of the day when all the cops too busy stuck in magical coffins to be handing out tickets. The phantasmal titan company to the anonymous carjacker made its appearance in full this time and hoisted the car without effort then launched it high into the air.
Houston we have lift off.
Fifteen hundred pounds of automotive parts along with its lone passenger flew through the air at a steep trajectory, its darkened profile passing the moon like something iconic straight out of the 1982 blockbuster movie: ET. While this would leave most rubbernecked folks slack-jawed staring, the wealthy maiden of the Tsukimoto bloodline and the man 'courting' her were too wrapped up in their own conversation to notice. That is until...
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Heavy impact echoed against the wall of the surrounding buildings; the pavement smashed into speeding shrapnel bombarding outwards; the ground craters inwards under the inertia of an immense weight: an explosion of kinetic force came from ten feet to the rear of the boy marauder. From within the eye of the storm a vehicle slowly emerges: its smouldering form finally becoming visible as the curtain of dust settles.
Silence reigned for a brief moment, leaving the two teens to stare. They had to. It was only human nature after all. If cars were to suddenly start raining from the sky like meteors of Armageddon, the very core of your survival instinct will demand that one drops whatever they may be doing and remain cautious.
The driver's side of the ruined 1981 Honda Hatchback cracks open a mere inch before becoming jammed against its own warped frame but was quickly forced open from within. This aging Civic came from an era when cars were made not from plastic but of metal and an agonizing scream of tortured steel resounded when its left hand side door was wrenched open, as if shouting warnings to empathize the arrival of something ominous.
Steel-toe boots which clicked against the shattered earth stretched upward to meet a pair of unending legs wrapped in form-fitting leather as a robust figure made its casual exit from the wreckage. Powerful arms accompanied by a slender but toned torso and veiled by a black motorcycle jacket decorated by a red SEES armband came into view, followed next by a contrast of porcelain skin and silver hair which shone with a reflected glint of moonlight.
A shock of blood-red flowed downwards form the young man's forehead, the injury ostensibly caused by his violent entry into the fold. As he turned his ice blue gaze towards the dual of persona-users, his sharp features twitched up in a dangerous smirk. A low bass tone then rung out from those lips, traveling the short distance between them with ease and announcing his intentions outright.
"What's this? A pervert harassing our stray kitten? We can't have any of that now can we?" He took his time, his speech carrying with it an unhurried pace... The mysterious teen as proven by his entrance is flashy and attention grabbing, perfectly suited for, yes, a distraction. Why you ask? Well that's because its exact role he's supposed to be playing at the moment.
A blurred shape, massive in size swung downwards at Xenneth from behind the blonde doll: the strength loaded behind the monstrous object was enough to instantly turn solid cement into rubble. Neither the Tsukimoto heiress nor her long haired stalker would get a good look at its lumbering mass before it disappears into thin air but the results are all the same nevertheless: to completely defend against a brute force attack of this calibre is impossible; if the rogue Persona-user wanted to avoid damage he will have to move.
The male from SEES dashed forward the very second that sneak-attack was initiated. While jumping the gun like that gave an early warning towards Xenneth, his intentions were not aimed towards defeating his enemy in the first blow anyways. The silver haired biker just wanted the purple haired opponent away from Haruna as soon as possible and forcing a change in position via direct provocation was the most effective manner to achieve it.
Using the assault as an opening, he closed the gap in a single moment and squeezed himself in between SEES' decoy and the effeminate psycho then took Xenneth's place, standing with his board back before the lady of Fortune. The student council treasurer, due to her habit of memorizing the faces of every person whom she attends school with would recognize the unrefined youth standing in her guard as the recent Gekkoukan transfer student in the second year, although whether she would remember his full name is left up to chance. While Haruna may not be familiar with this upper-classman's involvement with SEES, his date of arrival at their private school curiously coincides with the timeframe of when her cousin Iramaki Rikka along with their attacker, Izumi Kotomi had met with their newest strategist/defence specialist two days prior.
"Full Scan." From his protective stance, the darkly dressed ruffian performs quick-draw then aimed what appears to be a chrome Mauser C96 pistol to his temple. Without hesitation, he fired once, but the bullet projectile which should have turned his brain into a messy bloodstain all over the pavement never came; instead the sound of glass shattering resonated as glowering shards of psychic energy emitted from the boy's temple. Evidently and in spite of its outward appearances, the firearm was still an Evoker, abet decorated with an overhaul in cosmetic modifications.
"Enemy classification: Lover's Arcana. Skill set: Mediarama, Sexy Dance and Virus Breath. Strengths: Darkness Reflection and Fire Absorption. Possesses weaknesses to Light and Ice. Personal analysis: An indirect attack and evasion type."
A beastly humanoid shadow standing at the behemoth height of eighteen feet, which makes it colossal even by Persona standards; presumably the one and the same which assailed Xenneth earlier and also the boy's Persona loomed over his master briefly but dissipated once again before those in audience could gain a clear grimace of its true appearance. Meanwhile blue orbs flickered with an unnatural radiance for split second when a rush of information from his all seeing eyes flooded into the enigmatic man's mind. Via the use of his unknown Persona's ability the intimidating teen had already downloaded all relevant information gathered on the enemy and came up with his own conclusion based upon those facts.
However the unruly youth paused momentary prior to stepping forward to confront the girlish looking rapist. "Take my Evoker. I fight better without one anyways." His words conformed earlier suspicions, verifying that the weapon was only an Evoker after all. Spinning his summoning device 180 degrees, he then offered handle of the silver Mauser to the younger teenager.
The deceptively straightforward statements hid three facts and whether the baby doll would catch on to them by herself would depend solely on her intuition. The first implication reveals that her ally has taken note of her misplaced Evoker; though this will come as little surprise since one would have to be blind to not recognize the young man to be an experienced gangster and those whom could not even detect the presence of hidden weaponry (or lack there of) really had no place in the underworld.
Secondly, his generosity in lending out his Evoker and lack of explanation on how the device in question works entailed that the juvenile delinquent had gathered that Haruna possesses the knowledge of its operations. This further implies that he knows of her connections to SEES.
Lastly raises the question of why a warrior departing to the front-lines would leave his primary weapon with someone he intends to protect? Well the answer is clear: while observably willing to play dark knight to her princess as shown by his previous actions to ensure her safety, the unnamed bad-boy had no intentions to constraint her in playing the role of damsel in distress. The Evoker provided her is an open invitation to join the fray if Haruna so wished, the ball is in her court now.
"Come at me and try showing your love if you dare. But let me tip you off to something: my strength will make you cry!"
He uttered a clever pun which challenged his opponent directly: it was a play on the words "come at me" - "kakatte koi" (かかって来い) which was homophonic to the "koi" (恋) which meant love and affection. A deliberated but obviously fearless advance followed soon after with the imposing biker closing in on Xeneth and Cherry despite being apparently unarmed.
