Post by Aborae on Jun 10, 2009 20:37:45 GMT -6
Basic Information
Name:Aborae (Oil Painting) Issei (A Lifetime)
Gender:Male
Age:21
Physical:
He is average height with a slender build. His eyes are tinted a calm red color that beckon a composed nature. His hair is nearly black but with a touch of deep green that falls right above the bottom of his shoulder blades; it is tied back into two separate pieces with leather bands. His forehead bears a symbol that he himself permanently painted there; the symbol means: "Gahou" or "The art of painting." He wears long draping clothes that are tied with a brown braided belt. He also wears brown sandals (sometimes black boots) and a long, dark, and heavy cloak. His overall appearance seems relatively tranquil yet sophisticated.
Personality:
He is very intelligent and seemingly sophisticated beyond his age. Very few occurrences can bother him and he lives vicariously through his art. His personality seems to flow with his surroundings and is able to change to suit the requirements around him. In general, he is simply an artistic soul who has but one goal that he will do just about anything to accomplish. He allows nothing to get in the way of this goal, and therefore acts in whatever manner is needed in a circumstance where this objective is in danger.
History(opt):
Aborae Issei was but only a young soul who lived alone, but yet he thrived more than many. His abode was on the rolling hills, tucked away from other civilization where even he did not know where it was located. Each day he was able to look out his windows and see breathtaking scenery and vistas beyond imagination. Ever since the age of 14 did Aborae live upon these hills. But, never did he complain nor did he ever question his aloneness. He simply lived out each day as anyone else would; eating, sleeping, and doing things he loved. Some, themselves, might question why he lived alone and how this would have come along… but Aborae questioned not his circumstances in the slightest… perhaps to block out memories? Who may ever know the answer?
Alas, this is not the point of this young fellow’s life. Rather, at the age of 21, did he come across the true events that would rearrange his life into a ‘stone’ pillar of reality of his existence.
Only two years prior to becoming twenty-one years of age did Aborae gain an interest in the art of painting. Such passion spawned from this art and he could hardly live a day without creating a ‘masterpiece.’ With all of the nature and beautiful landscapes around him, Aborae was able to paint all day long and be engulfed in his own keenness towards the art form. He also gained a love for creating stone statues of people he imagined and even some of the wildlife he experienced. Some might assume that he acquired his company through these statues and that he talked to them… but in reality Aborae needed not such pathetic means of interaction. He was a man of great intelligence and broad understanding. As time passed by, Aborae’s art grew more and more beautiful. He truly poured out his soul into his passion.
On a slightly overcast day Aborae stood outside of his home. He was facing the setting sun with a stone statue placed directly in front of him. He very carefully etched a small piece of the rock off of the nose of a statue he was finishing. This statue was a symbol of his life thus far… and therefore the statue was of himself, a perfect replica it seemed. One last delicate carve out of the statue’s eyebrow and his work was complete! He took a few steps back to admire his new art in the glimmering sunlight. Now that the sun was nearly set, he went inside of his home and began to prep himself for bed.
Only a few hours turned over before such an uproar came from the forest outside his home. Aborae lifted his head off his lumpy pillow and tilted a bit so that he could hear better. What had made the noise he just heard? Aborae sat up in bed and lifted an eyebrow at this peculiarity. Before he could even take another breath he heard his front door burst open. What? How? Who? Aborae quickly slid off the side of his bed and onto the floor. He pressed his ear to the cold wooden floor to listen for footsteps. A somewhat erratic sequence of footsteps came from the room beside his bedroom. They came closer and closer, louder and louder until they stopped… right in front of the doorway. Aborae held his breath as not to make any sound that would bring presence to his location. One, two, three, four… he counted the seconds from the last footstep he heard. Five, six, seven… No sound came from the next room. Aborae thought to himself that if he could just quietly get to the other door in his bedroom that he could make a run outside and away from whatever had broken into his house. Eight, nine, ten… he rolled onto his front and slid ever so quietly towards his back door. Still no sounds came from the other room and Aborae began to feel nervous. He stood up as silently as he could and stood there looking directly at the door, his face nearly touching the wood. Eleven, twelve, thirteen… now was his chance to run. Aborae burst through the door and ran outside behind his house. He looked up to see where he was heading and immediately stopped. Directly in front of him, starring right into his frightened eyes was a tall man. He wore a scattering of black cloth pieces and his face was hidden from sight. Without saying a word the man darted at the young boy and grasped hold of his neck before Aborae could make a single movement. Aborae’s eyes instantly widened and became cloudy from the burst of adrenalin that was just shot throughout his body. The mysterious man then threw Aborae across the dew covered grass. Aborae slid over the hard ground and hit forcefully against his newly made statue of himself. The man’s head almost seemed to spin all the way around as he turned and looked right at the statue and then down at Aborae. Out of no preconceptions of the man did Aborae expect that he was an alchemist. With a quick flick of the wrist a transmutation circle was formed and Aborae tried to stand up to get away. But, the man was too quick, and for whatever reason it was that possessed the man he suddenly performed a soul binding alchemy to the boy. This sort of alchemy was very rare to be performed and clues to the motive of this man’s attack with this alchemy were even rarer to the mind of any ordinary person. Before anything else could occur the man seemed to vanish out of sight… only to leave behind a sight that could frighten most people to the point of death. There, standing in the hollow moonlight, set Aborae… not as a human as he once was… but as a stone figment of what he formerly lived through. The mysterious man had performed a soul binding alchemy upon Aborae and transferred his soul into the statue that Aborae himself created with his own two hands. A sense of unimaginable desperation froze his body and mind and he passed out, hitting the dirt and grass with a force much greater than his prior body could produce.
A few months passed from the tragic night and Aborae came to accept his new body… or as he called it, ‘a temporary shell.’ He was determined to find a way to return himself to his rightful body in any way possible. He did not know if he could do it himself… in fact, he did not know if the possibility even existed. Aborae did know one thing though… his only chance would HAVE to be through alchemy… no other means on this Earth would be able to do such a process. With no knowledge about alchemy and how to perform it, he set out to find civilization whereas he could search for a suitable mentor. Aborae now desired alchemy and had no intentions of being denied the ability to learn such techniques. And so, his journey began…
Abilities
Specialty:He has the simple ability to create beautiful paintings and sculptures. His goal is to gain the abilities of alchemy so that he can use them to return his soul to its original body.
Name:Aborae (Oil Painting) Issei (A Lifetime)
Gender:Male
Age:21
Physical:
He is average height with a slender build. His eyes are tinted a calm red color that beckon a composed nature. His hair is nearly black but with a touch of deep green that falls right above the bottom of his shoulder blades; it is tied back into two separate pieces with leather bands. His forehead bears a symbol that he himself permanently painted there; the symbol means: "Gahou" or "The art of painting." He wears long draping clothes that are tied with a brown braided belt. He also wears brown sandals (sometimes black boots) and a long, dark, and heavy cloak. His overall appearance seems relatively tranquil yet sophisticated.
Personality:
He is very intelligent and seemingly sophisticated beyond his age. Very few occurrences can bother him and he lives vicariously through his art. His personality seems to flow with his surroundings and is able to change to suit the requirements around him. In general, he is simply an artistic soul who has but one goal that he will do just about anything to accomplish. He allows nothing to get in the way of this goal, and therefore acts in whatever manner is needed in a circumstance where this objective is in danger.
History(opt):
Aborae Issei was but only a young soul who lived alone, but yet he thrived more than many. His abode was on the rolling hills, tucked away from other civilization where even he did not know where it was located. Each day he was able to look out his windows and see breathtaking scenery and vistas beyond imagination. Ever since the age of 14 did Aborae live upon these hills. But, never did he complain nor did he ever question his aloneness. He simply lived out each day as anyone else would; eating, sleeping, and doing things he loved. Some, themselves, might question why he lived alone and how this would have come along… but Aborae questioned not his circumstances in the slightest… perhaps to block out memories? Who may ever know the answer?
Alas, this is not the point of this young fellow’s life. Rather, at the age of 21, did he come across the true events that would rearrange his life into a ‘stone’ pillar of reality of his existence.
Only two years prior to becoming twenty-one years of age did Aborae gain an interest in the art of painting. Such passion spawned from this art and he could hardly live a day without creating a ‘masterpiece.’ With all of the nature and beautiful landscapes around him, Aborae was able to paint all day long and be engulfed in his own keenness towards the art form. He also gained a love for creating stone statues of people he imagined and even some of the wildlife he experienced. Some might assume that he acquired his company through these statues and that he talked to them… but in reality Aborae needed not such pathetic means of interaction. He was a man of great intelligence and broad understanding. As time passed by, Aborae’s art grew more and more beautiful. He truly poured out his soul into his passion.
On a slightly overcast day Aborae stood outside of his home. He was facing the setting sun with a stone statue placed directly in front of him. He very carefully etched a small piece of the rock off of the nose of a statue he was finishing. This statue was a symbol of his life thus far… and therefore the statue was of himself, a perfect replica it seemed. One last delicate carve out of the statue’s eyebrow and his work was complete! He took a few steps back to admire his new art in the glimmering sunlight. Now that the sun was nearly set, he went inside of his home and began to prep himself for bed.
Only a few hours turned over before such an uproar came from the forest outside his home. Aborae lifted his head off his lumpy pillow and tilted a bit so that he could hear better. What had made the noise he just heard? Aborae sat up in bed and lifted an eyebrow at this peculiarity. Before he could even take another breath he heard his front door burst open. What? How? Who? Aborae quickly slid off the side of his bed and onto the floor. He pressed his ear to the cold wooden floor to listen for footsteps. A somewhat erratic sequence of footsteps came from the room beside his bedroom. They came closer and closer, louder and louder until they stopped… right in front of the doorway. Aborae held his breath as not to make any sound that would bring presence to his location. One, two, three, four… he counted the seconds from the last footstep he heard. Five, six, seven… No sound came from the next room. Aborae thought to himself that if he could just quietly get to the other door in his bedroom that he could make a run outside and away from whatever had broken into his house. Eight, nine, ten… he rolled onto his front and slid ever so quietly towards his back door. Still no sounds came from the other room and Aborae began to feel nervous. He stood up as silently as he could and stood there looking directly at the door, his face nearly touching the wood. Eleven, twelve, thirteen… now was his chance to run. Aborae burst through the door and ran outside behind his house. He looked up to see where he was heading and immediately stopped. Directly in front of him, starring right into his frightened eyes was a tall man. He wore a scattering of black cloth pieces and his face was hidden from sight. Without saying a word the man darted at the young boy and grasped hold of his neck before Aborae could make a single movement. Aborae’s eyes instantly widened and became cloudy from the burst of adrenalin that was just shot throughout his body. The mysterious man then threw Aborae across the dew covered grass. Aborae slid over the hard ground and hit forcefully against his newly made statue of himself. The man’s head almost seemed to spin all the way around as he turned and looked right at the statue and then down at Aborae. Out of no preconceptions of the man did Aborae expect that he was an alchemist. With a quick flick of the wrist a transmutation circle was formed and Aborae tried to stand up to get away. But, the man was too quick, and for whatever reason it was that possessed the man he suddenly performed a soul binding alchemy to the boy. This sort of alchemy was very rare to be performed and clues to the motive of this man’s attack with this alchemy were even rarer to the mind of any ordinary person. Before anything else could occur the man seemed to vanish out of sight… only to leave behind a sight that could frighten most people to the point of death. There, standing in the hollow moonlight, set Aborae… not as a human as he once was… but as a stone figment of what he formerly lived through. The mysterious man had performed a soul binding alchemy upon Aborae and transferred his soul into the statue that Aborae himself created with his own two hands. A sense of unimaginable desperation froze his body and mind and he passed out, hitting the dirt and grass with a force much greater than his prior body could produce.
A few months passed from the tragic night and Aborae came to accept his new body… or as he called it, ‘a temporary shell.’ He was determined to find a way to return himself to his rightful body in any way possible. He did not know if he could do it himself… in fact, he did not know if the possibility even existed. Aborae did know one thing though… his only chance would HAVE to be through alchemy… no other means on this Earth would be able to do such a process. With no knowledge about alchemy and how to perform it, he set out to find civilization whereas he could search for a suitable mentor. Aborae now desired alchemy and had no intentions of being denied the ability to learn such techniques. And so, his journey began…
Abilities
Specialty:He has the simple ability to create beautiful paintings and sculptures. His goal is to gain the abilities of alchemy so that he can use them to return his soul to its original body.
