Bastian Ascended Human
Posts : 24 Points : 15 Join date : 2010-10-12 Age : 34 Location : On the Moon Biotch!!
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| Bastian MercerName: Bastian Mercer Nickname(s): Escobar Age: 25 Visual Age: 21 Gender: Male Rank: Awakened Human Sexual Orientation: Straight Height: 6'2 Weight: 190lbs Body Frame: Large Frame Blood Type: A Sound of Voice: Smooth and Cool Appearance:- Bastian Mercer:
Bastian has the look of a cold blooded killer through and through. He is a tall individual standing at 6'2 and weighing 190lbs give or take a few pounds. He is built like a tank having little to no fat at all on his body. He has light bronze skin as if he has a tan more than it being his actually skin color and his body is riddled with scars small and big alike. The most noticeable ones being on his face over his right eye, though the eye isn't closed or blinded the cut would lead most to believe so, and other small cuts on the bridge of his nose and on his chin. He has facial hair though it is more like five'O clock shadow. His eyes are grayish blue and have a sort of menacing savage look about them. He has a few frown marks on his face leaving what seems to be a permanent scowl that seems to never go away unless he is actually smiling. His hair is a reddish brown color and rather unkempt stopping just at the neck area of his head. His teeth are all present and as white as a persons teeth can be during this era. His voice is deep and commanding and is easily distinguishable even in a group of people talking.
Bastian is the type to rather dress comfortable than fashionable so he rarely cares about he is wearing so long as it feels good and he can fight in it. No matter what he always wears a bandanna on his head no matter what attire he is wearing, he may only be caught with it off if he is showing respect or washing his hair other than that it is extremely rare to see it not on his head. The majority of the time he wears a white short sleeve button up shirt always leaving the top 4 buttons unbuttoned. He typically wears black pants that have strings at the bottom that tighten the ends so that they aren't baggy at the ends and won't get caught on anything. He will typically wear boot-like shoes being that they are light to move in but huge like boots *shoe size 14*, and yes he wears socks. He has a large black jacket that he drapes over his shoulders most time without putting his arms in the sleeve, the only time he will is if there is inclement weather or he simple just feels like it. He hands are usually tapped all the way to the wrist area most times due to a previous fight or training. No matter what he is doing he will always find time to smoke so many times he will be seen with homemade product, and no I don't mean tobacco. He has a small carrying case in his jacket pocket that he has which hold his product. Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert Hobbies:Muscle For Hire Likes and Dislikes:Likes- Partying/Celebrating Drinking/Smoking Music Sleeping Beautiful Woman (Any Race) Dislikes- Formal Clothes Party Poopers Being Waken From Sleep Personality:Bastian, despite his looks, is possible on of the most down to earth guys you will ever meet. He enjoys good company and can get along with just about anyone. He tend to be drawn to people like himself in terms of being a carefree fun-loving spirit. He is what people like to call naturally gifted and often he will skip out on stuff like training feeling that it would be more fun to be around his friends than in a mountain like hermit trying to find his "Zen". He rarely gets angry and there is very little that can rattle his cage and even when he does anger he isn't malicious he is more likely to kick your ass then offer you a drink than actually kill you, unless you had it coming. He is the type to be honest about anything being that he prefers to not hide his intentions and he doesn't particularly fear how anyone would react to his statements. Bastian loves the ladies so much so that he can easily get distracted when one that peaks his interests walks by. He is never shy about what he likes as he can be found staring at large breast or shapely body, he will sometimes even compliment on such things in a rather blunt manner. Though he acts in this manner he is respectful of woman, or at least tries to and if he finds someone is offended by his actions he is a big enough man to apologize for his behavior. Bastian isn't what one would call ambitious though he does love a good fight now and then he typically prefers to enjoy himself rather than attain some title that would mean only more stress on his lifestyle. He has laid-back view on life and thus is apathetic about the issues of society, he feels if it doesn't immediately affect him someone else will solve it. One of his biggest pet peeves is that he doesn't like repeating himself and one could tell by the tone of his voice when he does that he dislikes doing it. Most time he will simply dismiss his previous statement if it wasn't heard and simply keep the comment to himself. Though few would think it, but Bastian is very smart when he chooses to want to apply it. He can easily understand anything that is said to him even if is slight innuendo. Bastian main weakness is that he loves money, it is easy to get his interest in any subject so long as money is involved. With his aspiration to become so rich to where he won't have to fight anymore he will always leap at job to make money. Defining Characteristics: Bastian is mostly known for his carefree attitude as little can rattle his cage. He doesn't particularly hate anything and will talk to anyone or thing that is willing to relax rather than start trouble. Specialties: Can Drink Large quantities of Liquor without getting drunk Fighting type: Well Rounded History/BackgroundBastian was born in a a hospital in Karakura town, however he was taken from his mother at birth as she was a unfit parent. He was put into a orphanage after only a few months of being in the hospital after birth. The Matron of the of the Karakura Homes, as it was called, was very nice and welcoming. However she had a different attitude when it came to Bastian. The Matron treated him like trash and would often physical abuse him when ever she felt he deserved it. Bastion endure this torture for many years, some nights he would cry silently as he hated his life. He cried for someone to save him from this way of life, but as the years passed his tears ran dry. He began to withdraw in his own mind, he cared little about the world nor the people in it. Due to Bastian's sinister nature brought forth from his life he had to endure thus far, he was never adopted into a family and lived until he was 17 in the orphanage. He worked hard to make money for himself and eventually moved into a apartment of his own. Finally free of his old life, Bastian saved his money and traveled the world to see all the things he dreamed of when he was in that hell hole of a orphanage. During his travels he chanced upon a old temple in the located in the western end of the Kunlun Mountains located in Tibet. He marveled at how such a old place was still standing and to top it off it appeared that no one was here. He walked around until he heard a faint sound, like feet sliding on the floor. He turned to see a rather old looking monk, he wore a wore a gray robe with a hood on his head. Bastian eyed the man suspiciously before he spoke. "The fuck are you old man," he said in a rather aggressive tone,"The owner or something." The old man smiled as he slowly approached Bastian. Bastian now even more cautious clenched his fist, but before he could swing his body froze up as if he was being held by some unknown force. "The...hell.... whats going on, what have you done to me," he said trying to use all his strength to break free from the grasp of the unseen entity. The old man stopped in front of Bastian and touched his forehead with a single finger, Bastian felt a immense amount of pain as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He doubled over to the floor and writhed in pain, he had never felt anything like this. He wanted to do anything to stop the pain as he slammed his head against the rocky floor, but to no avail. He didn't lose conscious nor did he die, his vision now blurry from the blood that leaked from his head he looked to find the old man. Then he heard a voice in his head, "Fight the pain, or live forever with the agony." Bastian had no clue what was going on and the more he fought, the more the pain increased. How was he to fight the pain when it only increased when he did. He dealt with the pain for several hours, then suddenly he started to see the faces, none of them looked familiar but they all laughed at him. He started to grow angry from the laughter, were they taunting him because of his situation. His anger roared inside him and he stood and struck each face, when he had killed the final one, the pain was gone. The old man appeared again still smiling,"You have done well young one, now we can begin your molding." Bastian looked at the old man with a very confused look,"Yea um I think i should just kick your ass then leave." The old man still smiling spoke again,"You could do either of those, bu tin both cases you will die." Bastian stepped closer to the old man with his fist still clenched,"Elaborate old man." The old man walked passed Bastian to a nearby door,"You could attack me, but I would kill you before you take your first step. And you could leave but unless you learn to use your new abilities you will die under its immense pressure." Bastian had to admit he felt some kind of change in himself but he wasn't sure what, perhaps this old man could help him figure it out. "Fair enough old man, I will go along with your story." The old man smiled and turned away going into the door, Bastian followed no far behind. Bastian had to admit that his time in this unknown place was probably the most life changing event to happen to him. He had first arrived angry with a huge chip on his shoulder, but now he found himself more calm and relaxed. The old man, Guan, had been right about Bastian having special powers and now he had learned to control it. It was here that he learned about the presence of spiritual beings in the world. He learned of white faced demons called hollows preyed on the living to claim their souls, while the robed spirits known as shinigami protected the living from these demons. Taking as much information about this new world, in a manner of speaking, Bastian decided he was ready to come home. Though he didn't have much to go home to at the time he was eager to be back in civilization. Bidding his teacher farewell, Bastian returned back to Karakura Town eager and ready to start his life, they way he saw the situation it was a clean slate. However first thing first he would have to get a taco and beer. Role-play Sample:- Rp Sample:
Bastian awoke from his sleep to the loud blaring of a boat horn. He cursed under his breath at his own ignorance for picking the inn closest to the docks. Out of instinct. without looking at all, he reached for flask he had bought yesterday to carry his liquor in, however his hand found someones body rather than his flask. He lifted up from the bed to find a young woman in his bed with him and another on the opposite side of him as well. Now sitting up he could see several people lying on the floor passed out the most peculiar being a bald clown who squeaked when he snored. A bit in shock he couldn't recall what happen last night, but whatever it was was wild and crazy. Trying to recall any detail that happened last night, he began to crawl out of bed being careful to not wake anyone as he crept about. He searched frantically for his belongings and found them being worn by another woman who had passed out on the floor near the room window. "Damn that really must have been some night," he said to himself as he took the clothes off the woman surprised she didn't wake up. As he dressed himself the sound of the ship horn resounded again making Bastian look out the window to see what was coming in. From the looks of the ship it was a transport ship and from what he could guess it specialized in transporting people, most likely middle class folks. Though some of the people look to be promising targets, Bastian had his eyes on the real jewel, the ship itself. Bastian had arrived a few weeks ago and unfortunately got stranded on this quiet island, few ever started trouble and those who did were usually punished by the towns people first and before Marines would even be informed. Bastian had gotten into a few scuffles but it was nothing to big to hunt him down over, "This quiet place needs a little wake up call anyway," he said as he grabbed his scimitar and sheathed it. Not being one to pay his bills and with all the damage to the room, Bastian wasn't about to stick around. He opened the window and leaped out from two stories landing hard on his feet. The shock from the jumped made him shaky put he recovered gradually and made his way to the dock area eager to see how he could pull off taking the ship.
Upon arriving to the docks Bastian saw that the crew were having issues with the ship. They were shouting back and forth about how one thing was jammed in something and the ship would be fixed by nightfall. "Lady Luck must have those beautiful eyes on me," he said as he searched the crowd for a suitable target. He had his plan in his head but he needed a good patsy for it to work, as he searched he found the target he was looking for. It was a young kid looking to be around 18 or younger, and conveniently enough he was near just the right person. "Sorry kid, your gonna have to take one for the good of Bastian," he said as he made his way closer to the kid doing his best to remain inconspicuous. As he walked by the kid he purposely stayed in the way enough to bump the boy. In a quick fury he shouted to the young man, "Watch where the fuck your going you little shit." Without waiting for the kid to say a word, Bastian went on, "You think you own the damn docks, huh, I have half a mine to kick your ass." As he had expected the nearby guy, being the Captain of the transport ship had stepped in to stop the issue before it got out of hand.
"Excuse me is there a problem," the captain asked in a concerned yet firm tone. "Your gotdamn right there is a problem, this kid thinks he owns the damn docks," Bastian yelled turning to the captain now. "I am sure the young man didn't mean to mean to offend anyone, I say the entire thing and it was you who actually bumped him," the captain said calmly. Bastian face flushed red with anger, "Your calling me a liar now, you wanna take this kids place on the chop-and-block," he said now stepping toward the captain. The captain took a step back to distance himself from the raging Bastian, however, for every one step he took Bastian took several until he was in the face of the captain. "I think your taking this to far...," the captain began to say but was cut off as Bastian took a swing at him. Swaying his head back, the captain dodged the punch and did his best to restrain Bastian without hurting. Though he was shouting loudly, in his head Bastian was laughing. His plan worked without a hitch and with a few more attacks he managed to snatch the keys off the captains belt in their minor scuffle. Havig got what he needed, Bastian eased off the captain pretending to breath hard to make it look as if the scuffle had taken alot out of him. "Screw this, I don't have to put up with this kind of crap," he said as he turned away and began to walk. As He passed the kid he gave a big grin and wink as he turned the corner whistling a tune as if nothing had happen at all.
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Bastian Ascended Human
Posts : 24 Points : 15 Join date : 2010-10-12 Age : 34 Location : On the Moon Biotch!!
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