BASIC INFORMATION
First Name: Passarion
Last Name: Xavier
Nickname: N/A
Age: 22
Race: Arctic Fox (M)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Occupation: Ninja, Heavy-wielding Swordsman, Guard, Protector,etc.
Powers: Controls snow, ice and water elements, can transform into a snow fox to better adapt or be well hidden. Provides protection and support and can be half human, half fox.
Weapon(s): Main weapon is the huge blade on his back, other back up swords remained concealed under his cloak and on his belt.
First Name: Passarion
Last Name: Xavier
Nickname: N/A
Age: 22
Race: Arctic Fox (M)
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Occupation: Ninja, Heavy-wielding Swordsman, Guard, Protector,etc.
Powers: Controls snow, ice and water elements, can transform into a snow fox to better adapt or be well hidden. Provides protection and support and can be half human, half fox.
Weapon(s): Main weapon is the huge blade on his back, other back up swords remained concealed under his cloak and on his belt.
MORE BASIC INFORMATION
Personality (Adj./words): Sly, sneaky, humorous, respectful, intelligent, noble, confident, slightly arrogant and lonely
Likes: To be alone, entertaining himself on and off duty, practicing his skills, training and interested in women(obviously)
Dislikes: Egotistical attitudes/people, insults of his homeland or people, anyone who is disrespectful and ignorant, and does not tolerate immaturity
Strengths: Controlling his elements, swordsmanship, natural protector and guardsman
Weaknesses: Teammates or family,meditation disturbances and any slow-moving skills
Extra: He is a gentleman when it comes to ladies, and anyone of nobility to respect himself and others; just as he would himself. Being a heavily trained man, he has potential for greatness as long as he can work on his stamina and agility. He's mastered all types of weaponry but uses a select few for actual combat, mainly his heavy-sword. In combat, his mask will be on, covering his identity.
Personality (Adj./words): Sly, sneaky, humorous, respectful, intelligent, noble, confident, slightly arrogant and lonely
Likes: To be alone, entertaining himself on and off duty, practicing his skills, training and interested in women(obviously)
Dislikes: Egotistical attitudes/people, insults of his homeland or people, anyone who is disrespectful and ignorant, and does not tolerate immaturity
Strengths: Controlling his elements, swordsmanship, natural protector and guardsman
Weaknesses: Teammates or family,meditation disturbances and any slow-moving skills
Extra: He is a gentleman when it comes to ladies, and anyone of nobility to respect himself and others; just as he would himself. Being a heavily trained man, he has potential for greatness as long as he can work on his stamina and agility. He's mastered all types of weaponry but uses a select few for actual combat, mainly his heavy-sword. In combat, his mask will be on, covering his identity.
BACK STORY:
OTHER OUTFITS:
TECHNIQUES:
RELATIONSHIPS:
DRABBLES/ONE-SHOTS:
ART:
Living through the snowy forests, across the snow top mountains, where snow comes in plenty a village lives beyond; the white coverings of the fluffy, fresh snow. Snowflakes all about, temperatures reasonably low for snow to fall so continuously, the arctic animals all have come together, from foxes and hares along the ground to owls among the trees. This village was special indeed, sitting upon a grand mountain nearby was their kingdom, there lived the rich and wealthy, those of royalty and loyalty. Such the views to admire if one could acquire the means of becoming among them. The chosen ones among the packs and litters of people in the village. A young boy Passarion, did not know what he was in for when he became the age of the Nylumo Guardians. Nylumo was the name of the kingdom, the guardians were those a part of the military branch in which protect such the great city and it's people.
At the age of just 10 years old, Passarion was searched out to be tested among and against his family and relatives to be chosen to go against other families. Passarion strive and worked hard, giving much thought and understanding into all his lessons and teachings. When the time came, he was a champion for his family and for most of the village; though he was not alone. The top 5 winners were to become Nylumo Guardians, from there on out Passarion trained even harder and pushed further than even he could withstand. By the time he became 16 years old, he was permanently made into one of the King's more admirable guardians and protectors. Passarion was granted with immense power shared only to those who have proven themselves not just loyal but, honest and justice be righteous. Within the King's palace, is where Passarion made his move from outside boundaries of the kingdom, to guarding the most honorable and looked up to man in history.
King Galen took Passarion for his own and taught him much more beyond what most men of his branch could ever know. He blessed him with the powers of becoming not just man, not just fox but to be hybrids of both in society and bestowed him a mask that sealed this special power. Mask on, he's one of the Nylumo, mask off he is part man and fox, mask parted to the side, he's just a man with potential. Passarion thanked his king graciously and bowed before him understanding his reputation and commitment to the household. Time passed on and things begun to change... Passarion was patrolling the outskirts of town when a sudden earthquake shook the town.
Passsarion kept his stance and searched about, scanning the field and found an army off in the distant. Passarion immediately rushed to the King and made warning to what's approaching, the King could not believe him. "Please sire, come this way with me." Passarion urging the King to follow him to look outside the window. "Fine, you are my best of guardians, I shall seek out what you worry. The King comes up beside him and stares out the window, the army rushing even faster to the village down below. King Galen gasp and called to his men in the towers to give the signal, the city is being attacked. The horns blew loud and clear across the field, everyone panicking and rushing to their dens underneath the homes. The army breached the town and plundered their way through the beings. Passarion looks to his king and the king looks back, "I'm afraid you must go now." "See what can be done." Passarion nods his head in agreement and without hesitation, dashing out the door and runs to the front gates of the kingdom. The army was slowly approaching, trying to climb the treacherous mountain to obtain their desired goals.
Passarion catches his breath and looks to his brethren, he points and calls out to one, "Pass me a bow and some arrows!" The boy turned and looked to him, threw as hard as he could to the man as Passarion caught it, the child ran off in fear. Passarion shook his head and armed himself, aiming precisely and accurately at all the enemies approaching the gates. Wave after wave of these foul creatures came blazing through the snow and sleet, Passarion ran out of arrows and threw the bow to the side. He rushed up the tower of the gate and started to close it down, in attempt to keep the enemies at bay. He looked down as the gate shut, the enemies weren't fooled, they started climbing the walls and trying to get their way through. Passarion hid away from the enemies sight still within the tower and pondered as to what to do. "Why cannot I think of anything?! "This is ridiculous!" "How can they be so mindless but so powerful?!"
Passarion thought long and hard, he pulled his mask from his head and gave one last thought. "I have to do this, I just have to, I cannot allow them to pass!" Passarion places the mask on, transforming into an arctic fox, he jumps out of the town and into the city once more, dashing around, pouncing on top of all the enemies, tearing them to parts, blood shred everywhere. He was on a rampage, in fury and in worry, he went through all he could, until....The church bell rings... Passarion jumped off his target and ran to the palace as the enemies retreated. Upon reaching the entrance, he finds the palace doors wide open, and the palace in great devastation, he immediately transforms back and places his mask aside. Pushes himself to the front of the crowd near the throne, the king... Is dead... Passarion shocked and overwhelmed with emotion coursing through his body, yelled and knelt to the ground, punching the ground beside him as he knelt.
Much grievance was made to their dear king, memorial statue and all great things in his name and honor. Passarion, after making his speech of the king, he placed his first training blade upon the roses and other various offerings as his respect to the king. He thought to himself, "I sincerely tried...This the very first blade I had begun my journey here, I leave this token of my admiration to you, King Galen, for giving me such memories and your precious possession as well. I swear to you I will not let you down. I will never, ever forget you. Thank you for everything." Passarion walks out, keeping his emotions and tears from being noticed, he looked upon the remains of the palace and found bombshells all over the place. Scavenging through the pieces he finds some letters on a few pieces and picks it up one; dusting off the dirt and ashes. "Serpentine: Internal Volts....A new civilization born abruptly..." Passarion tries to crush the part in his hands and goes to report it to the other military members and the remainders of the city. "Does anyone know about this particular civilization?", questioned Passarion, passing the part to the others. Their eyes wide and shaking their heads, one man spoke up, "Yes... We do know who these people are... What is it to you?" replied the man. Passarion boils with anger, "Are you kidding me?! Our own king is DEAD! D.E.A.D! BECAUSE OF THEM!" Passarion yells aloud, then calms and restrains himself once more, "Are we really just going to let this happen?" pondered Passarion. "Is there anyone who can help us or go against them?!" Passarion raised his voice again.
The people sighed and explained to Passarion of the situation at hand and what could be done from here on out. They also told him about this school who strives to defeat these evil doers and rid them of their terrifying ways. The only thing left to do now is let the children be raised and taught there and that this town be forgotten and start anew again in a new place. "Lunar Scarlet Academy?" thought Passarion to himself. "I do not know if these people are worth even the time and effort but..." Passarion thought deeper, "I might as well give it a try..."
At the age of just 10 years old, Passarion was searched out to be tested among and against his family and relatives to be chosen to go against other families. Passarion strive and worked hard, giving much thought and understanding into all his lessons and teachings. When the time came, he was a champion for his family and for most of the village; though he was not alone. The top 5 winners were to become Nylumo Guardians, from there on out Passarion trained even harder and pushed further than even he could withstand. By the time he became 16 years old, he was permanently made into one of the King's more admirable guardians and protectors. Passarion was granted with immense power shared only to those who have proven themselves not just loyal but, honest and justice be righteous. Within the King's palace, is where Passarion made his move from outside boundaries of the kingdom, to guarding the most honorable and looked up to man in history.
King Galen took Passarion for his own and taught him much more beyond what most men of his branch could ever know. He blessed him with the powers of becoming not just man, not just fox but to be hybrids of both in society and bestowed him a mask that sealed this special power. Mask on, he's one of the Nylumo, mask off he is part man and fox, mask parted to the side, he's just a man with potential. Passarion thanked his king graciously and bowed before him understanding his reputation and commitment to the household. Time passed on and things begun to change... Passarion was patrolling the outskirts of town when a sudden earthquake shook the town.
Passsarion kept his stance and searched about, scanning the field and found an army off in the distant. Passarion immediately rushed to the King and made warning to what's approaching, the King could not believe him. "Please sire, come this way with me." Passarion urging the King to follow him to look outside the window. "Fine, you are my best of guardians, I shall seek out what you worry. The King comes up beside him and stares out the window, the army rushing even faster to the village down below. King Galen gasp and called to his men in the towers to give the signal, the city is being attacked. The horns blew loud and clear across the field, everyone panicking and rushing to their dens underneath the homes. The army breached the town and plundered their way through the beings. Passarion looks to his king and the king looks back, "I'm afraid you must go now." "See what can be done." Passarion nods his head in agreement and without hesitation, dashing out the door and runs to the front gates of the kingdom. The army was slowly approaching, trying to climb the treacherous mountain to obtain their desired goals.
Passarion catches his breath and looks to his brethren, he points and calls out to one, "Pass me a bow and some arrows!" The boy turned and looked to him, threw as hard as he could to the man as Passarion caught it, the child ran off in fear. Passarion shook his head and armed himself, aiming precisely and accurately at all the enemies approaching the gates. Wave after wave of these foul creatures came blazing through the snow and sleet, Passarion ran out of arrows and threw the bow to the side. He rushed up the tower of the gate and started to close it down, in attempt to keep the enemies at bay. He looked down as the gate shut, the enemies weren't fooled, they started climbing the walls and trying to get their way through. Passarion hid away from the enemies sight still within the tower and pondered as to what to do. "Why cannot I think of anything?! "This is ridiculous!" "How can they be so mindless but so powerful?!"
Passarion thought long and hard, he pulled his mask from his head and gave one last thought. "I have to do this, I just have to, I cannot allow them to pass!" Passarion places the mask on, transforming into an arctic fox, he jumps out of the town and into the city once more, dashing around, pouncing on top of all the enemies, tearing them to parts, blood shred everywhere. He was on a rampage, in fury and in worry, he went through all he could, until....The church bell rings... Passarion jumped off his target and ran to the palace as the enemies retreated. Upon reaching the entrance, he finds the palace doors wide open, and the palace in great devastation, he immediately transforms back and places his mask aside. Pushes himself to the front of the crowd near the throne, the king... Is dead... Passarion shocked and overwhelmed with emotion coursing through his body, yelled and knelt to the ground, punching the ground beside him as he knelt.
Much grievance was made to their dear king, memorial statue and all great things in his name and honor. Passarion, after making his speech of the king, he placed his first training blade upon the roses and other various offerings as his respect to the king. He thought to himself, "I sincerely tried...This the very first blade I had begun my journey here, I leave this token of my admiration to you, King Galen, for giving me such memories and your precious possession as well. I swear to you I will not let you down. I will never, ever forget you. Thank you for everything." Passarion walks out, keeping his emotions and tears from being noticed, he looked upon the remains of the palace and found bombshells all over the place. Scavenging through the pieces he finds some letters on a few pieces and picks it up one; dusting off the dirt and ashes. "Serpentine: Internal Volts....A new civilization born abruptly..." Passarion tries to crush the part in his hands and goes to report it to the other military members and the remainders of the city. "Does anyone know about this particular civilization?", questioned Passarion, passing the part to the others. Their eyes wide and shaking their heads, one man spoke up, "Yes... We do know who these people are... What is it to you?" replied the man. Passarion boils with anger, "Are you kidding me?! Our own king is DEAD! D.E.A.D! BECAUSE OF THEM!" Passarion yells aloud, then calms and restrains himself once more, "Are we really just going to let this happen?" pondered Passarion. "Is there anyone who can help us or go against them?!" Passarion raised his voice again.
The people sighed and explained to Passarion of the situation at hand and what could be done from here on out. They also told him about this school who strives to defeat these evil doers and rid them of their terrifying ways. The only thing left to do now is let the children be raised and taught there and that this town be forgotten and start anew again in a new place. "Lunar Scarlet Academy?" thought Passarion to himself. "I do not know if these people are worth even the time and effort but..." Passarion thought deeper, "I might as well give it a try..."
OTHER OUTFITS:
1. Nylumo Guardian/Aggressive Guardian Appearance: This is pretty self-explanatory by the story line. However, it becomes apparent that he has two different presence he takes on depending upon his attacker and if he with others who need that type of protection.
2. Passive Protector Appearance: This is the opposite of aggressive when he takes on a more defensive position. He may be a reasonably huge and overpowering brute if he is aggressive, but upon this form he takes on a new level of protection, tapping into his Arctic Fox abilities presented to him by his King before his passing.
3. Uniform Attire: At Lunar Scarlet Academy, all students, even staff have to follow by some uniform code while attending the classes within the campus. Some students are more "special or excusable", some just absolutely cannot go anywhere with out it. Regardless, since attending the school for the last few years of his life, he's had to have this tuck somewhere away.
4. Training Attire: What? You got to be lightweight and remain cool. Don't have a style? Quit your yapping and get to work. There's no time to care or need such "style", if it's loose, comfortable, and simple, let it be.
5. Sleepwear Attire: Everyone has to have one and people gotta sleep sometime, so off to bed we go!
2. Passive Protector Appearance: This is the opposite of aggressive when he takes on a more defensive position. He may be a reasonably huge and overpowering brute if he is aggressive, but upon this form he takes on a new level of protection, tapping into his Arctic Fox abilities presented to him by his King before his passing.
3. Uniform Attire: At Lunar Scarlet Academy, all students, even staff have to follow by some uniform code while attending the classes within the campus. Some students are more "special or excusable", some just absolutely cannot go anywhere with out it. Regardless, since attending the school for the last few years of his life, he's had to have this tuck somewhere away.
4. Training Attire: What? You got to be lightweight and remain cool. Don't have a style? Quit your yapping and get to work. There's no time to care or need such "style", if it's loose, comfortable, and simple, let it be.
5. Sleepwear Attire: Everyone has to have one and people gotta sleep sometime, so off to bed we go!
TECHNIQUES:
He has two different stances for combat and can make mixtures of the two depending on the situation and if there are any difficulties. The two stances are straightforward considering they are aggressive and passive/defensive.
Aggressive Stance:
He may carry around a big bulky sword and plated armor can keep him down but he's a lot faster than he appears, due to all his training. However, he does have some flaws of not being spot on and it overwhelms him a bit to go and try to follow a target, thus his passive/defensive stance is activated.
Passive/Defensive Stance:
He uses the Calling of the Arctic Fox to take up the powers presented by his now deceased King Galen. His whole apparel changes expect for his main usage of weaponry but now he has a book and shield for using magic and protection. His magical powers consist of only ice, water and snow,protection spells like shielding,barriers and blessings; as well as the healing capabilities. In this stance, he becomes more tranquil as well as more concentrated on his tasks at hand. He is most reliable and flexible while taking on this position. The only flaw here is his meditation can be disrupted if disturbed or interrupted in thought.
Special Moves or Attacks: None have been currently discovered yet.
Aggressive Stance:
He may carry around a big bulky sword and plated armor can keep him down but he's a lot faster than he appears, due to all his training. However, he does have some flaws of not being spot on and it overwhelms him a bit to go and try to follow a target, thus his passive/defensive stance is activated.
Passive/Defensive Stance:
He uses the Calling of the Arctic Fox to take up the powers presented by his now deceased King Galen. His whole apparel changes expect for his main usage of weaponry but now he has a book and shield for using magic and protection. His magical powers consist of only ice, water and snow,protection spells like shielding,barriers and blessings; as well as the healing capabilities. In this stance, he becomes more tranquil as well as more concentrated on his tasks at hand. He is most reliable and flexible while taking on this position. The only flaw here is his meditation can be disrupted if disturbed or interrupted in thought.
Special Moves or Attacks: None have been currently discovered yet.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Katrinis Elladorma: TBA
DRABBLES/ONE-SHOTS:
N/A
ART:
N/A
