Basic Info | |
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Name: | Neothera |
Nicknames: | |
Species: | Reploid - Old Generation |
Gender: | Male |
Height: | 6'1” |
Weight: | 227lbs |
IQ: | 180 |
DOB: | 5th of July |
Birth Place: | London, England |
Residence: | Hunter HQ |
Occupation: | Hunter |
Skin Color: Ash-grey, quite pale.
Eye Color: Dark-purple piercing dots. His glance alone seems to belittle others.
Hair Style: A fountain of silky thistle-to-amethyst -colored shades of purple, hanging slightly past his shoulders from the backside, combed behind the wing-extensions of his helmet. Two longer locks of hair hang over each side of his face, over the cheeks, reaching all the way to his waist.
Other features: Always carrying that lance of his around.
Armor description: A slender full suit of armor, shaped as if thick muscles were all over. The chest appears as if a ribcage, colored in stripes of black and white. The arms and legs are covered in segmented heavier plates, silver in color. The knee and elbow paddings have detailed illustrations of some undecipherable runes, imitations of the scribblings of some long since lost culture. The shoulders are a pair of long, upwards curving blade-like metal bits, with a long see-through white mantle emerging attached to their backs, the mantle hanging to his knee-level. His helmet is mostly concealed under his hair, only visible from his forehead where it forms a V-shape with the lower half of a dark-purple crystal visible from below the hairdo. Two dagger-like small wings emerge from where one would expect ears to be. His figure is sleek and graceful, perchance slightly effeminate judging from the waist and the legs. The torso is a bit more muscular and manly. Strikingly beautiful, jagged facial features, with purple lips and thin, well-kept eyebrows of the same color as his hair.
Armor colors: Shades of black and grey.
Stats | |
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Agility: | 7 |
Speed: | 7 |
Strength: | 5 |
Defense: | 5 |
Dexterity: | 5 |
Skill Level: | 8 |
Skill Limit: | 4 |
Constitution: | 7 |
Total | 48 |
Weaknesses: Arrogance. Utter lack of talent in close-combat. Rather balanced, meaning that he doesn't excel in either speed or strength. Has slight issues with teamwork if he's dealing with some brutish and crude person.
Weapons:
Items:
Special Attacks:
Skin Color: Remains the same.
Eye Color: Remains the same.
Hair Style: Remains the same, but due to the electric currents flowing around him, his hair begins to weave uncontrollably… much to his displeasure.
Other features: Neothera emits a minor white glow, as raw electricity wantonly surges all over him, arcs of pure white lightning dancing all around him.
Armor description: Remains the same.
Armor colors: Remains the same.
Head: Skill level +4
Arms: Strength +4
Body: Being completely covered in electric currents, one can deduce that approaching Neothera can be hazardous to anyone subtle to volatile jolts of lightning…
Legs: Speed +4
Hypermode ultimate move: Grand Star: A combination of the Plasma Mines and the Gentle Star, Neothera releases masses of electricity all around him during his hypermode. In addition, he no longer has to create his mines by planting them with the tip of his lance, but can just spawn them to a more distant spot. These are also more powerful ones, as they appear the same as the Gentle Star do, albeit slightly more powerful; yet they also retain the Plasma Mines's translucence, being nearly undetectable. As such, Neothera can quite easily surround an opponent with these Grand Stars and burst all of them in a massive barrage of electric-charged explosions, consuming the target amidst them. Drains just about all of his energy, though.
Personality: Neothera behaves as if a butler; he's very calm, well-spoken and elegant. The act of his is only tarnished by his rather arrogant and uncaring nature, as he can say the coldest things to people without as much as the blink of an eye. Tries to behave as humble as possible, yet his uncontrollable sense of self-importance often succeeds in surfacing before that. Keeps his agendas to himself, too, so he's never really revealing anything deeper about himself.
History: Neothera was built to be a servant of a rich family in London, hence his elegant and reserved personality. Originally, his only ability was Conduct, and he had no weapon with him. But after a couple of years, the family's wealth was inherited by a crude young man, who wasted everything in no time in mere foolishness. One of these foolish things was to turn Neothera into a battle-oriented reploid, accustoming him with electric-based abilities and whatnot new abilities. The electrical matter caused some issues, as his personality altered slightly, fitting him with a raging ego and sense of self-importance. The young owner of his sent him to various underground battle arenas, where he deployed his devious arsenal of traps and whatnot to go on winning one fight after another, earning his master masses of money in the process. Yet with the way the youth was spending, he was never well off. Ultimately the young man bet Neothera in a fight, and the servant of his submitted the moment the fight began, merely to get away from the clutches of the useless, spoiled brat he had been stuck with. His new master didn't take him far, though, as the very next day, he was abruptly murdered by the reploid which Neothera was to originally fight. Although Neothera saw no issue with this, he was forced to fight the reploid as it charged him as well, succumbed into pure murderous intent. Neothera destroyed the reploid gone maverick without much effort given. Shortly thereafter, hunters arrived to the scene, having been sent to dispose of the maverick. Once they find out of the events, they decided to employ the servant-reploid. Neothera's been a hunter since then, now without a master that he'd be obliged to serve.
His theme is Verdi Requiem, Dies Irae