Post by Nix on Jun 15, 2011 17:20:40 GMT -5
~Playby's name~
About the RolePlayer
~Tell us about yourself~
~Name: Victor
~ Age: 14
~ Gender: Male
~How did you find us: Google
~Other Characters:
The Star of the Show: The Character
~Name: Nix Maria Pawlowski
~Nicknames:
~Age: 15
~Gender: Male
~Birthday: 18/10/1995
~Grade: Junior
~Sexual Orientation: Asexual.
Appearance
~Eyes: Small light-gray colored eyes.
~Hair: Light-brown color, modified mow-hawk hairstyle. Kept in this state by wax styling products.
~Height: 6'4" [193.04 cm]
~Weight: 212 lbs [96.16 kg]
~Body Type: Nix is a highly devoted martial artist, therefore he has a muscular build that most guys don't have thus explaining his weight.
~Skin Color: A light-tan at most, often spends time in-doors or in the shade.
~Wing Description: Nix has grand majestic white angel wings, though with his weight he is unable to use them efficiently. Due to hardly ever using these wings they have grown weaker than the average and thus are more easily harmed even if touched lightly.
~Tattoos/piercings/scars:
~Dress style: During school, Nix wears a white colored short sleeved shirt with a few of the buttons at the top unbuttoned. Underneath that he wears a white undershirt. As for pants, Nix tends to wear black colored jeans as they go best along with his shirt but he can be found wearing blue at times. He wears white colored socks and simple black colored shoes. Whenever he is training to better himself in the martial arts, he tends to wear only white colored Gi pants as he trains in a secluded area [His room, a part of the forest ect...]
As for what he wears out of those times, he wears what he wears for school though with a white fur coat. A modified one where the fur surrounds only around his neck in a puffy fashion while the rest of the coat is dark gray leather, unzipped most of the time.
~Short Description:The features that are most astounding about Nix would be his height, his built and of course his wings. His face isn't all that bad either even with all the stubble that he has from not shaving all that much. But most of all he gives out this glow that attracts other people to him, even when he wishes that everybody should leave him alone.
Personality
~Likes:
Martial Arts/Fighting/Inflicting Pain
Freedom/Free Will
Reading Information Books
Extreme Sports
~Dislikes:
Being Bounded/Restriction/Controlled
Lies/Deceptions
School Work/Pointless Work
Vulgar Ways of Talking
~Hobbies:
Martial Arts/Excessive Training
Playing Sports
Picking Fights/Provoking Others
~Quirks:
Doesn't lie about anything, though if uncomfortable with a question he would usually either answer vaguely or not respond at all.
Is quite pleased by simple acts of kindness, as such he responds back with doing whatever the person wishes for.
Is usually seen as a tired individual, due to how he seems to be constantly yawning during his time at school and sleeping whenever he can.
~Flaws: He truly believes that everybody and even himself are bad people, that they make fun of people due to their misfortunes, mistreat those without power, turn a blind-eye to an act of evil. He tries his best to do the opposite, though as a sadist he harms others for a thrill every now and then.
Nix completely ignores authority, rules and the like as he doesn't want to be bounded by the clutches of society. Not a bad thing if directed to rebelling against injustice and the like.
Nix is usually unmotivated when he doesn't get something in return for doing something and as such doesn't try as much as he should in school work, keeping good relations with his peers and the like.
~Power: The ability to control Vector Values. Or in other words, the ability to control a objects speed and movement. Nix is able to use this ability to speed, slow, reflect and the like as long as he is touching the object he wishes to manipulate. He tends not to use this ability of his during a fight if another person as well doesn't use their own ability to do so as well.
~Personality: You could always see Nix playing a sport during his free time at school, though whenever he plays, the other team seems to get hurt a lot more. Which makes him the perfect defense player on a team. As such Nix is a pretty out-going person, widely-known throughout the school and often being considered one of the most athletic people ever met. He is often regarded as a kind person by others though in reality he's a sadist, a person who gets thrills off of another person's misery. He seems to dislike girls a lot, often keeping very short contact with one and avoiding them whenever possible. He was abused whenever he was young by other people and as such he never really got over it, he was especially picked on by girls.
History
~Mom: Emilia [Emily] Pawlowska, 54 , N/A, Mother. Quite close to one another.
~Dad: Andrej [Andrew] Pawlowski, 56, Janitor, Father. They don't see eye to eye and as such dislike one another.
~Sibling(s):
Aniela [Angela] Peterson, 30, Teacher, Sister. Finds Nix adorable.
Krzysztof [Christopher] Pawlowski, 29, Construction Worker, Brother. Nix adores his brother. Tends to want to buy many expensive gifts for Nix but Nix refuses.
Maksymilian [Maximillian] Pawlowski, 20, Unknown, Brother. They dislike one another. Lost contact after he went to college.
~Pet(s):
Patch, Cat, 8 years old
Whisky, Dog, 4 years old
Kara, Dog, 2 years old
~Other:
~Background: Nix comes from a low-class polak family due to issues in Poland back in the past. His parents have escaped Poland whenever the border was lifted and went on to live in California. He was born with small wings on his back, though was not despised by his mother and siblings. Though his father didn't like him all that much, claiming that he wasn't his child. Nix as he grew up was always abused by other children due to how he was different and as such he developed natural asexuality and began to dislike other people himself. He was always forced to be someones gopher, someones slave as if what he wanted didn't matter. Due to this, he started to learn martial arts so that he'd be too strong to be bounded by anybody.
He also read books, educational books such as human anatomy, a few scientific books, hell he even read the dictionary and memorized most of the words. Nix is quad lingual, Polish and Russian were taught to him by his family, French was taught to him through television and his everyday life taught him English. Eventually he and his family had been notified by letter that there was a school who took on children such as himself to allow them to live normal school lives and as such he went.
~Role Play Sample:
Old Rp Sample
Japanese Gambling houses were well, interesting.
So different to the ones Nina was used to.
Alright, so she had been sent here, to spiritually acclaimed Karakura Town on this particular day to look into some Vasto Lorde potential Arrancar candidate or something like that. But unfortunately, she was never one to simply miss a sign telling her that risky illegal glorious gambling activity was going on inside the first building she walked past upon arrival. And that was exactly how Nina Hazard had spent the last couple of hours.
Not so much playing as marveling in the sheer structure of the houses themselves, though.
There was no neon, no gold, no glamor in Japan. Instead the card houses seemed to all be small, more traditional buildings with few furnishings and simple games involving cards, more or less played solely by drunken old men.
All of whom either severely underestimated her, were too drunk to play properly or just kicked her out. Either way, Nina left the last of the many poker venues some four or five hours after she had first arrived in Karakura, some ten thousand yen richer. Only then did she bother to put any weight on duty's call and depart the humiliated and disbelieving faces of her new found Japanese gamblers and set off to track down the vasto Lorde, or whatever she was supposed to be doing.
Even as Nina trounced through the streets of the Town towards her destination, her mind was more focused on Vodka than on the task at hand. She made no effort to rush; as far as she was concerned, this person had clearly been a Hollow for several decades, and chances were he could probably stay like that for a few more hours while she went out and had herself some fun. The reported area was apparently devoid of humans at this particular time to boot - rumored to be haunted or something of that like. It wasn't like there was going to be any farce if she simply took her time.
And if some other spiritually inclined being got to said Vasto Lord first?
Well if old Vasto is going to lose easy, then they weren't entirely an Arrancar candidate, were they?
...Which just so happened to be the case as Nina finally arrived at the scene. She had known of the Vasto Lorde's spiritual pressure from the start, as per her mission, he had kept a trace of the pressure in case of the slight chance that things may have gone out of hand, as such, following it had been fairly easy. As with all spiritual pressures, the intensity increased as one drew a closer proximity to the emitting entity. But Nina had been a fool; she had failed to realize the rate with which the growth of pressure increased - that there had indeed been two beings making up for the explosive amount of spiritual energy, and not merely the one Hollow, but instead too combatants fighting it out for the death.
By the time Nina had reached the point where there would be no mistaking it, one set of pressure was obliterated, reducing the energy to a single, still high, but more reasonable level. Needless to say, Nina had little idea of what had just happened at the scene until she had rounded the corner and found herself looking at a fully masked Vizard standing amongst the scattered and diminishing remains of what had been her target.
Contrary to the horror of the scene, Nina smiled broadly. She'd seen this Vizard before, once or twice with some of the other Espada. Not hollowfied, but she suddenly suddenly recognized the pressure, recognized the accompanying features.
Recognized the riddled hints of deception hiding behind the mask.
Nina tucked her small, chained blade of a Zanpakuto beneath the collar of what was her usual outfit. She had no intention to fight as she stepped ahead, making her presence clear to him, a charming beam still lacing her face. She didn't particularly hold much fear. Whilst his pressure was certainly strong, she was confident that she could hold her ground and at least make a getaway without much effort.
After all, she just wanted to find out a bit more about him. She had always wanted to find out more about this guy. Why was he on terms with the Arrancar, when he was a Vizard. Who was he, what was his name? How did he manage to finish off a Vasto Lorde with the ease his face displayed?
...Wouldya look at that, Vizard. You've relieved me of my duties. Some Arrancar candidate he was, right? I didn't see the full thing, but nice job finishing him off, I must say
She chuckled, turning her a shoulder a fraction as to make her Espada Tattoo more visible
I think I've seen you around - I suppose us Arrancar took a chance on the right allies after all, right?
Nina's innate talent was flourishing with detection. More than anything she wanted to know, what was he hiding?
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Japanese Gambling houses were well, interesting.
So different to the ones Nina was used to.
Alright, so she had been sent here, to spiritually acclaimed Karakura Town on this particular day to look into some Vasto Lorde potential Arrancar candidate or something like that. But unfortunately, she was never one to simply miss a sign telling her that risky illegal glorious gambling activity was going on inside the first building she walked past upon arrival. And that was exactly how Nina Hazard had spent the last couple of hours.
Not so much playing as marveling in the sheer structure of the houses themselves, though.
There was no neon, no gold, no glamor in Japan. Instead the card houses seemed to all be small, more traditional buildings with few furnishings and simple games involving cards, more or less played solely by drunken old men.
All of whom either severely underestimated her, were too drunk to play properly or just kicked her out. Either way, Nina left the last of the many poker venues some four or five hours after she had first arrived in Karakura, some ten thousand yen richer. Only then did she bother to put any weight on duty's call and depart the humiliated and disbelieving faces of her new found Japanese gamblers and set off to track down the vasto Lorde, or whatever she was supposed to be doing.
Even as Nina trounced through the streets of the Town towards her destination, her mind was more focused on Vodka than on the task at hand. She made no effort to rush; as far as she was concerned, this person had clearly been a Hollow for several decades, and chances were he could probably stay like that for a few more hours while she went out and had herself some fun. The reported area was apparently devoid of humans at this particular time to boot - rumored to be haunted or something of that like. It wasn't like there was going to be any farce if she simply took her time.
And if some other spiritually inclined being got to said Vasto Lord first?
Well if old Vasto is going to lose easy, then they weren't entirely an Arrancar candidate, were they?
...Which just so happened to be the case as Nina finally arrived at the scene. She had known of the Vasto Lorde's spiritual pressure from the start, as per her mission, he had kept a trace of the pressure in case of the slight chance that things may have gone out of hand, as such, following it had been fairly easy. As with all spiritual pressures, the intensity increased as one drew a closer proximity to the emitting entity. But Nina had been a fool; she had failed to realize the rate with which the growth of pressure increased - that there had indeed been two beings making up for the explosive amount of spiritual energy, and not merely the one Hollow, but instead too combatants fighting it out for the death.
By the time Nina had reached the point where there would be no mistaking it, one set of pressure was obliterated, reducing the energy to a single, still high, but more reasonable level. Needless to say, Nina had little idea of what had just happened at the scene until she had rounded the corner and found herself looking at a fully masked Vizard standing amongst the scattered and diminishing remains of what had been her target.
Contrary to the horror of the scene, Nina smiled broadly. She'd seen this Vizard before, once or twice with some of the other Espada. Not hollowfied, but she suddenly suddenly recognized the pressure, recognized the accompanying features.
Recognized the riddled hints of deception hiding behind the mask.
Nina tucked her small, chained blade of a Zanpakuto beneath the collar of what was her usual outfit. She had no intention to fight as she stepped ahead, making her presence clear to him, a charming beam still lacing her face. She didn't particularly hold much fear. Whilst his pressure was certainly strong, she was confident that she could hold her ground and at least make a getaway without much effort.
After all, she just wanted to find out a bit more about him. She had always wanted to find out more about this guy. Why was he on terms with the Arrancar, when he was a Vizard. Who was he, what was his name? How did he manage to finish off a Vasto Lorde with the ease his face displayed?
...Wouldya look at that, Vizard. You've relieved me of my duties. Some Arrancar candidate he was, right? I didn't see the full thing, but nice job finishing him off, I must say
She chuckled, turning her a shoulder a fraction as to make her Espada Tattoo more visible
I think I've seen you around - I suppose us Arrancar took a chance on the right allies after all, right?
Nina's innate talent was flourishing with detection. More than anything she wanted to know, what was he hiding?
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