The cursed and the curser.....
User-name: xAmmonx
Name: Ammon Vigée-Lebrun
Race: Elf
Appearance
Weapon(s):
Raven: A uniquely designed weapon it has a chained attached to the handle allowing it to be used for ranged attacks. The blade can let out a blood curling scream.
Other Item(s): A locket he had found when he awoken.
Senbon, a hidden blade, smoke bombs and poison bombs.
Kingdom: FreeLancer
Class: Assassin
Powers
Regnum eyes:He can copy the speed,physical movements, strength of whatever he wishes, this maybe through sound or visually seeing the object. When moving at high speeds he uses Psychokinesis and Telekinesis to keep his body together unless hit at such a speed.
Concussive Manipulation: The ability to control sound and light waves.
Retiyura's Spear: A spear is launched after light itself is torn at any moment Ammon wishes, there is not many ways to evade such a devastating attack.
Rank: ???
Bio: Ammon remembered almost nothing of his mortal existence. The basics such as his name and how to speak, but not much more. He awoke nude at the bottom of a dry stone well with a silver locket clenched tightly in his fist. The beautiful night sky was clearly visible, and the bright full moon shone like the heavenly beacon it truly was. Ammon opened the locket and on the right side saw the bloodstained picture of a young woman who was both beautiful as well as haunting, and on the left side an engraving that read “Memories lost…forever gained.” Ammon closed the locket then put it on around his neck and stood up. He looked around and saw no ladder or rope with which to pull himself out with so began to climb with his bare hands which proved to be rather easy given that his nails were sharp. When he reached the top he leapt out of the well and landed silently on the cold wet grass. Next to the well was a small bag which Ammon knelt down and picked up. He then opened it and found a finely folded dusty black suit, black shoes, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. Ammon put these on immediately feeling the suit moving itself to magically shape perfectly to his body. As Ammon dusted himself off he felt a piece of paper within the inside pocket of his coat so he reached in and found a wonderfully scented letter. It was sealed with a blood red kiss. Ammon opened it and began to read. This letter smelled of Vanilla and Apricot, and was written very beautifully. The author revealed herself to be Andala Malum, an elder elf who created Ammon in secret, but revealed that by the time he awakens she and her small clan would be no more. She warmly told Ammon that he has awoken as a elf of her bloodline who are blood cursed to suffer what her followers refer to as “The Great Loss”. All who are created through her blood remember nothing of their mortal life, and never shall. But are gifted with abundant power. She soon explained that the clan had been slain. Ammon was a simple tool to carry on the name of the clan, and so he continued on, living and casting the shadow of fear, upon many as he would soon become an assassin.
Theme Song: Go to sleep
Name: Ammon Vigée-Lebrun
Race: Elf
Appearance
Weapon(s):
Raven: A uniquely designed weapon it has a chained attached to the handle allowing it to be used for ranged attacks. The blade can let out a blood curling scream.
Other Item(s): A locket he had found when he awoken.
Senbon, a hidden blade, smoke bombs and poison bombs.
Kingdom: FreeLancer
Class: Assassin
Powers
Regnum eyes:He can copy the speed,physical movements, strength of whatever he wishes, this maybe through sound or visually seeing the object. When moving at high speeds he uses Psychokinesis and Telekinesis to keep his body together unless hit at such a speed.
Concussive Manipulation: The ability to control sound and light waves.
Retiyura's Spear: A spear is launched after light itself is torn at any moment Ammon wishes, there is not many ways to evade such a devastating attack.
Rank: ???
Bio: Ammon remembered almost nothing of his mortal existence. The basics such as his name and how to speak, but not much more. He awoke nude at the bottom of a dry stone well with a silver locket clenched tightly in his fist. The beautiful night sky was clearly visible, and the bright full moon shone like the heavenly beacon it truly was. Ammon opened the locket and on the right side saw the bloodstained picture of a young woman who was both beautiful as well as haunting, and on the left side an engraving that read “Memories lost…forever gained.” Ammon closed the locket then put it on around his neck and stood up. He looked around and saw no ladder or rope with which to pull himself out with so began to climb with his bare hands which proved to be rather easy given that his nails were sharp. When he reached the top he leapt out of the well and landed silently on the cold wet grass. Next to the well was a small bag which Ammon knelt down and picked up. He then opened it and found a finely folded dusty black suit, black shoes, a white dress shirt, and a red tie. Ammon put these on immediately feeling the suit moving itself to magically shape perfectly to his body. As Ammon dusted himself off he felt a piece of paper within the inside pocket of his coat so he reached in and found a wonderfully scented letter. It was sealed with a blood red kiss. Ammon opened it and began to read. This letter smelled of Vanilla and Apricot, and was written very beautifully. The author revealed herself to be Andala Malum, an elder elf who created Ammon in secret, but revealed that by the time he awakens she and her small clan would be no more. She warmly told Ammon that he has awoken as a elf of her bloodline who are blood cursed to suffer what her followers refer to as “The Great Loss”. All who are created through her blood remember nothing of their mortal life, and never shall. But are gifted with abundant power. She soon explained that the clan had been slain. Ammon was a simple tool to carry on the name of the clan, and so he continued on, living and casting the shadow of fear, upon many as he would soon become an assassin.
Theme Song: Go to sleep
...bringing downfall and ill favor to kings and peasants alike.
