Post by raze on Jul 13, 2009 15:48:33 GMT -6
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Alias: The Surge Alchemist
Name: Commander Clive Reynard
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Weight: 169lbs
Height: 5’11”
Hair: Clive’s black hair is short and extremely well kept, the bangs in front hang long enough to slightly brush his shoulders.
Eyes: His eyes are dark red thanks to the fact his mother was an Ishballan refugee.
Personality: The only word that comes to mind when observing Clive is…strange. He’s well bred, proper, and has a great countenance…normally. He’s also an battle crazy psychopath, hell bent on eliminating whoever or whatever gets in his way. While this side of him is only shown to his foes its still a bit of a shock to see this refined gentleman enjoy combat so much. He does all this calmly mind you he’s not out of control he’s just too enthusiastic sometimes. Clive’s other flaw is his tendency to flirt with every woman he comes across that’s in his age bracket, most girls are a little attracted to him thanks to his silver tongue and good looks, but the older women know he’s just playing around. Clive may flirt a lot but his heart already belongs to his fiancée Ami Coolidge, who he’d never betray.
Physical Description: Clive is a very fit man and his body is proof of that. He’s a well chiseled individual thanks in part to his mandatory if not forced training sessions with Major Armstrong. He normally wears elegant clothing due to his rich upbringing, but on duty he wears his uniform the same as every one else, except his watch is tucked into his coat pocket. Clive often sports his glasses more as an accessory than out of necessity, again its just to attract the new female recruits and officers.
History: Years ago during the Ishballan Conflict William Reynard, The Volt Alchemist was participating as his squad’s leader. He quickly quelled his area of responsibility and was about to move on when he caught sight of on of his soldiers dragging a woman into a nearby alley. Will knew what his plans were and was not about to let this idiot ruin the military’s good name. He tore the man off of the now half naked woman and shocked him into a babbling stupor. The woman was Misha Aensland. Against his orders he led her to safety.
“Why are you helping me? Aren’t I just another red eyed monster to you?” She asked him studying his face for the truth.
William smiled and simply shrugged. He didt have an answer for her, he was a bit curious himself.
“Tell ya what though…if I see you again I’ll give you an answer.”
With that he dashed off back to his troops, as Misha watched him, her face hot.
That fateful meeting gave birth to a myriad of feelings, feeling that weren’t realized for another 3 years when the two met again by chance in Central. Misha tried her best to guess why he saved her, pride, honor, heroism, what? He simply kept flashing her a radiant smile in amusement. It wasn’t until the night when he told her. Love at first sight. She thought that was the lamest thing he could’ve said at the time and told him so too. They shared the laugh for a moment before he kissed her, and she didn’t pull away, she’d fallen in love with her rescuer that night as well the two married three months later. About a year later Clive was born into the high class lifestyle of the Reynard family. He grew up learning his father’s thunder alchemy, enhancing his ability to vibrate the protons, neutrons, and electrons naturally in the air fast enough to create electricity out of nothing, with the swing of his fist. He learned hand to hand from his father as well armed with a scythe and his own cunning he grew into a fine soldier. He joined the Military at the age of 14 and passed his state alchemy exam by blacking out the entire city for ten minuets with the largest electrical display anyone’s seen. Clive showed more and more potential as he completed mission after mission to the rank he is now. He proposed to his childhood friend and fellow soldier Ami Coolidge at the age of 21. He currently lives in Central with Ami.
Other: Clive’s alchemic array is tattooed on the back of both his hands, the right is for generating the electrons and the left is for generating the protons. tossing a punch stimulates the protons and electrons within a 20ft radius of Clive so all he needs to do when he feels like it is punch with his right hand to create his lightning, either that or he may just use whats in the air already.
Rp Sample:
Clive loved when he got a call to suppress some hostile in the city, it gave him something to do besides the hum-drum paperwork pilling on his desk. Clive grabbed his jacket and set out. Ami walked up next to him matching his pace.
“And what may I ask are you doing?”
“My job you idiot, just because we’re engaged doesn’t mean I’m gonna stay at home and wait for you to come back home.”
Clive chuckled; she reminded him why he loved her with every sentence that came out of her mouth. Ami cracked her knuckles and smiled, she’d already put her fighting gloves on.
“You know I’m going to put them down before you can even hit one of them…” He stated as he returned a salute to a junior officer.
Ami puled his head near her and said in the sweetest voice she could.
“Do that and I’ll break your face sweetheart…”
She happily skipped out of the main headquarters and got into their car, leaving Clive to wonder what he did to deserve this.
The commander climbed into his vehicle and gunned it,he couldnt let those idiots destroy anything else. He weaved his car through the slight amount of traffic to where the hostiles as he always refered to criminals, were causing a ruckus. The two State Alchemists stepped out of their car and walked up to the group of thugs who were beating up a store owner.
"Excuse me gentlemen, I suggest you leave that man alone and come with up, I'm giving you only one chance to come under your own power, next time I'll be forced to beat you down and THEN take you in." Clive said while putting his glasses in his pocket.
"Oh yeah? how ya gonna stop me pu....urggg...."
The talky guy fell face first into the dirt unconcious, Ami had simply run up ro him and punched in the gut.
"What a loser, I hope he wasn't your leader." she said kicking the guy softly.
The other thugs figured if a little red head like her could put down one of their biggest dudes it might not be wise to piss her off, but their egos were to big to cower away so they rushed her.
"Idiots..." was all Clive said.
"Ami move."
She quickly lept to the side knowing full well what was gonna happen. Clive swung his left fist at the group realasing more protons into the air, the first man tried to punch him but Clive caught his wrist and popped his elbow out of its joint before kicking him back into the others, Clive thrust his right fist forward unleashing a torrent of electricity overtaking the thugs. When the crackilng subsided Clive poked the men.
"Yup out like lights..."
"Showoff...the cops should be here any second now so we can leave this to them." Ami muttered as she slinked back to the car.
Clive helped the shop keeper up and dusted him off, he could hear the sirens now so he figured the man would be fine. The shopkeeper gave him a hurried thanks and went to talk with the newly arrived police. Clive just smiled and put his glasses back on as he walked to his car.
celestialkitsune.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/kuroshitsuji-scans-sebastian_00006.jpg?w=440
Alias: The Surge Alchemist
Name: Commander Clive Reynard
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Weight: 169lbs
Height: 5’11”
Hair: Clive’s black hair is short and extremely well kept, the bangs in front hang long enough to slightly brush his shoulders.
Eyes: His eyes are dark red thanks to the fact his mother was an Ishballan refugee.
Personality: The only word that comes to mind when observing Clive is…strange. He’s well bred, proper, and has a great countenance…normally. He’s also an battle crazy psychopath, hell bent on eliminating whoever or whatever gets in his way. While this side of him is only shown to his foes its still a bit of a shock to see this refined gentleman enjoy combat so much. He does all this calmly mind you he’s not out of control he’s just too enthusiastic sometimes. Clive’s other flaw is his tendency to flirt with every woman he comes across that’s in his age bracket, most girls are a little attracted to him thanks to his silver tongue and good looks, but the older women know he’s just playing around. Clive may flirt a lot but his heart already belongs to his fiancée Ami Coolidge, who he’d never betray.
Physical Description: Clive is a very fit man and his body is proof of that. He’s a well chiseled individual thanks in part to his mandatory if not forced training sessions with Major Armstrong. He normally wears elegant clothing due to his rich upbringing, but on duty he wears his uniform the same as every one else, except his watch is tucked into his coat pocket. Clive often sports his glasses more as an accessory than out of necessity, again its just to attract the new female recruits and officers.
History: Years ago during the Ishballan Conflict William Reynard, The Volt Alchemist was participating as his squad’s leader. He quickly quelled his area of responsibility and was about to move on when he caught sight of on of his soldiers dragging a woman into a nearby alley. Will knew what his plans were and was not about to let this idiot ruin the military’s good name. He tore the man off of the now half naked woman and shocked him into a babbling stupor. The woman was Misha Aensland. Against his orders he led her to safety.
“Why are you helping me? Aren’t I just another red eyed monster to you?” She asked him studying his face for the truth.
William smiled and simply shrugged. He didt have an answer for her, he was a bit curious himself.
“Tell ya what though…if I see you again I’ll give you an answer.”
With that he dashed off back to his troops, as Misha watched him, her face hot.
That fateful meeting gave birth to a myriad of feelings, feeling that weren’t realized for another 3 years when the two met again by chance in Central. Misha tried her best to guess why he saved her, pride, honor, heroism, what? He simply kept flashing her a radiant smile in amusement. It wasn’t until the night when he told her. Love at first sight. She thought that was the lamest thing he could’ve said at the time and told him so too. They shared the laugh for a moment before he kissed her, and she didn’t pull away, she’d fallen in love with her rescuer that night as well the two married three months later. About a year later Clive was born into the high class lifestyle of the Reynard family. He grew up learning his father’s thunder alchemy, enhancing his ability to vibrate the protons, neutrons, and electrons naturally in the air fast enough to create electricity out of nothing, with the swing of his fist. He learned hand to hand from his father as well armed with a scythe and his own cunning he grew into a fine soldier. He joined the Military at the age of 14 and passed his state alchemy exam by blacking out the entire city for ten minuets with the largest electrical display anyone’s seen. Clive showed more and more potential as he completed mission after mission to the rank he is now. He proposed to his childhood friend and fellow soldier Ami Coolidge at the age of 21. He currently lives in Central with Ami.
Other: Clive’s alchemic array is tattooed on the back of both his hands, the right is for generating the electrons and the left is for generating the protons. tossing a punch stimulates the protons and electrons within a 20ft radius of Clive so all he needs to do when he feels like it is punch with his right hand to create his lightning, either that or he may just use whats in the air already.
Rp Sample:
Clive loved when he got a call to suppress some hostile in the city, it gave him something to do besides the hum-drum paperwork pilling on his desk. Clive grabbed his jacket and set out. Ami walked up next to him matching his pace.
“And what may I ask are you doing?”
“My job you idiot, just because we’re engaged doesn’t mean I’m gonna stay at home and wait for you to come back home.”
Clive chuckled; she reminded him why he loved her with every sentence that came out of her mouth. Ami cracked her knuckles and smiled, she’d already put her fighting gloves on.
“You know I’m going to put them down before you can even hit one of them…” He stated as he returned a salute to a junior officer.
Ami puled his head near her and said in the sweetest voice she could.
“Do that and I’ll break your face sweetheart…”
She happily skipped out of the main headquarters and got into their car, leaving Clive to wonder what he did to deserve this.
The commander climbed into his vehicle and gunned it,he couldnt let those idiots destroy anything else. He weaved his car through the slight amount of traffic to where the hostiles as he always refered to criminals, were causing a ruckus. The two State Alchemists stepped out of their car and walked up to the group of thugs who were beating up a store owner.
"Excuse me gentlemen, I suggest you leave that man alone and come with up, I'm giving you only one chance to come under your own power, next time I'll be forced to beat you down and THEN take you in." Clive said while putting his glasses in his pocket.
"Oh yeah? how ya gonna stop me pu....urggg...."
The talky guy fell face first into the dirt unconcious, Ami had simply run up ro him and punched in the gut.
"What a loser, I hope he wasn't your leader." she said kicking the guy softly.
The other thugs figured if a little red head like her could put down one of their biggest dudes it might not be wise to piss her off, but their egos were to big to cower away so they rushed her.
"Idiots..." was all Clive said.
"Ami move."
She quickly lept to the side knowing full well what was gonna happen. Clive swung his left fist at the group realasing more protons into the air, the first man tried to punch him but Clive caught his wrist and popped his elbow out of its joint before kicking him back into the others, Clive thrust his right fist forward unleashing a torrent of electricity overtaking the thugs. When the crackilng subsided Clive poked the men.
"Yup out like lights..."
"Showoff...the cops should be here any second now so we can leave this to them." Ami muttered as she slinked back to the car.
Clive helped the shop keeper up and dusted him off, he could hear the sirens now so he figured the man would be fine. The shopkeeper gave him a hurried thanks and went to talk with the newly arrived police. Clive just smiled and put his glasses back on as he walked to his car.
