Post by Sage Tidus on Jul 26, 2012 1:02:21 GMT -5
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Head Strong
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Sage is a bit on the shorter side for a man of his age, coming up at the height of 5'11. Sage bears the appearance of a male within his late teens, although he is muscular yet can still be considered lean. His eyes are a rather captivating color of grey darkening upon loss of light and becoming a lucid grey almost white within the sun light. His black hair is cropped a bit low yet he still has enough hair to style into a wave of spikes atop his head. Sage can come off as a heartless soul, neither does he care about the safety of others or the damage that he causes in completing his goals. Although he is very protective of those he let's past his cold exterior and always loyal to those he holds dear. Sage lives a by his own code and rules, neither does he care about the policies of society or others usually doing what he likes. Although like the element he controls, the male is considered a hot head even when he is silent the male is mischievous always at heart. His speed,strength, and agility have been sharpened greatly, although they are still on a human level.
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Tidus, Sagel Sevren
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sweet 24
gender[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Male
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born a, Fire Elemental
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
SAGE is, 5 ft, 11 inches tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Brooklyn, New York
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Straight as a mother f***in' line.... Heterosexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
MARRIED? Nope
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Innate Abilities:
Pyromania
Pheonix Transformation
Other Abilities:
Pain Synthesize Level 1: Pain Synthesize
Pain Synthesize Level 2: Inflict Pain
Pain Synthesize Level 3: Harm
Aura of Fear
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Twin trench blades, both custom made. Each blade is about nine inches in length, a dark blade. Although the edge and inlay of the blade hold silver like markings and designs upon it. The weapons have been hardened and redone, the blade's reinforced leaving it basically impossible to break. The blades edge is like that of a scalpel even a minor cut would will be deep and rather dangerous. The sheaths are two leather sheaths, that are tied with a crimson red thick chord like string to the back of the males jeans. The blades can be clipped in once sheathed, by a small push in button on a flap that opens and closes the solid black sheaths.
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Sage's clothing mostly varies on occasion although he can usually be found wearing a black v-neck, as well as form fitting jeans with Frays and cuts revealing the white stitching. As well as black ankle high boots, and a silver chain bracelet about his left wrist and a black Fedora.
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An all black Mustang, or walking when he feels like it or has too.
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Carries a silver lighter for sentimental reasons and a pair of black fingerless gloves for his own reasons.
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
CHAOTIC
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NEUTRAL
likes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Partying
,Fighting
,Women
,Candy
,Adventure
dislikes[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Cowards and traitors
,Women abusers
,Power Abusers
phobias[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Not being strong enough.
Atychiphobia - The fear of failing.
Atychiphobia - The fear of failing.
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
No obsessions at the time.
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Sage was born and raised by his mother. To his mother, Sage was the sweetest child alive. All parents believed that their children are saints. Sage was, in his mothers eyes and within her presence, the very meaning of the word 'Saint'; always helping around the house tuning about with a cheerful smile and happy demeanor. The child deserved an Oscar for his performance as the good child. However, to all who knew the child when his mother was not present, he was the Anti-Christ; feared and respected by those that knew the boy. Even adults knew to stay clear of the boy when he was in a foul-temper or bored. One day coming home from his second day of ninth grade, Sage happened to pass an ally the sounds of whimpers and grunts as well as flesh meeting flesh caught the boys attention. It was there he met his friend and mentor, Ivan, a Russian cage fighter and former assassin for the Russian mafia, until he became too feared and deadly and was extradited to the States. The man saw a dark comradeship in the young man's fire filled eyes, taking the boy under his wing. Sage grew up working in street fights and for a small gang run by Ivan, and was introduced to the finer things in life as well the deadly forms of bare-knuckle fighting. Sage always made excuses once he came home, the bruises and cuts from the lessons he supposedly took at a MMA Gym. As he near his Senior year, Sage grew tired making more and more enemies until finally one summer day coming home from a late-night party, he climbed back in through his window.
Sage saw his room tossed about, the house torn apart a single note written in Russian explaining that Ivan and his mother had been taken by a Russian Mob boss. The name stirred memories of the long list of men Ivan had killed, a man who was well known in Warsaw,Russia. Sage shook his head, as he snatched up a Silver Lighter Ivan had given him the day they had met. For over eighteen years Sage had hidden his ability to control fire, the first time this ability had come forth that the boy could remember was at the age of four when he had skinned his knee while picking up his Teddy bear. Seconds later the bear was a simple pile of burning ashes, Sage followed the directions of the note, until he ended up in the abandon warehouse district. After racing in blindly for fear of his mother, the male watched as his mother gripped her cross. Tears flowing down her lovely face, as a man stood over her his fist rising and falling upon her curled upon sobbing form. A spark erupted within the boy, as he charged forward racing towards his mothers defense. Seconds later he was being bombarded by kicks,punches, and all sorts of make shift weapons. A roar of pure anger assaulted;Sage's ears, a familiar one at that."Ivan!" the boy cried out, his mentor having been tied up had broken free racing towards the boy attacking his assailants. Sage quickly rose, flames consumed his fists as he let loose his raw anger and rage upon the men setting them ablaze. After every man had been beaten either to death or burned to death by the flames, Sage turned finding his mother face down in a pool of her own blood. A glistening silver blade,dressed in her crimson blood jutting from back just behind her heart.
The boy broke down, tears flooding from his hues as he held his mothers form. Ivan took the boy in, a new fire within his soul;Revenge. As years passed, Ivan taught the boy and treated him like his son. As Sage graduated, he received a letter from his deceased mother left in her security box to be given to him when he had graduated. Inside the letter, spoke of Sage's true father and a brother pictures of both males. Ivan understanding the need to find these men of his blood, released the boy into the world with his blessing and a gift a pair of black fingerless gloves. A memento of the deadly Russian man, who had taken him in and treated him like a son all his life. Sage now set out into the world, ready to carve his own path while still on the look for the Russian Mob boss who had slain his mother.
Sage saw his room tossed about, the house torn apart a single note written in Russian explaining that Ivan and his mother had been taken by a Russian Mob boss. The name stirred memories of the long list of men Ivan had killed, a man who was well known in Warsaw,Russia. Sage shook his head, as he snatched up a Silver Lighter Ivan had given him the day they had met. For over eighteen years Sage had hidden his ability to control fire, the first time this ability had come forth that the boy could remember was at the age of four when he had skinned his knee while picking up his Teddy bear. Seconds later the bear was a simple pile of burning ashes, Sage followed the directions of the note, until he ended up in the abandon warehouse district. After racing in blindly for fear of his mother, the male watched as his mother gripped her cross. Tears flowing down her lovely face, as a man stood over her his fist rising and falling upon her curled upon sobbing form. A spark erupted within the boy, as he charged forward racing towards his mothers defense. Seconds later he was being bombarded by kicks,punches, and all sorts of make shift weapons. A roar of pure anger assaulted;Sage's ears, a familiar one at that."Ivan!" the boy cried out, his mentor having been tied up had broken free racing towards the boy attacking his assailants. Sage quickly rose, flames consumed his fists as he let loose his raw anger and rage upon the men setting them ablaze. After every man had been beaten either to death or burned to death by the flames, Sage turned finding his mother face down in a pool of her own blood. A glistening silver blade,dressed in her crimson blood jutting from back just behind her heart.
The boy broke down, tears flooding from his hues as he held his mothers form. Ivan took the boy in, a new fire within his soul;Revenge. As years passed, Ivan taught the boy and treated him like his son. As Sage graduated, he received a letter from his deceased mother left in her security box to be given to him when he had graduated. Inside the letter, spoke of Sage's true father and a brother pictures of both males. Ivan understanding the need to find these men of his blood, released the boy into the world with his blessing and a gift a pair of black fingerless gloves. A memento of the deadly Russian man, who had taken him in and treated him like a son all his life. Sage now set out into the world, ready to carve his own path while still on the look for the Russian Mob boss who had slain his mother.
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