Post by tenka on Sept 17, 2012 19:14:45 GMT -6
[ Mavros Kalloni ]
[ “From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.”
Now I have it, but can I say I'm happy? ]
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: Black Beauty
Nick Name: “Mac”
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Hair: His hair, in true Kalloni style, is flat, dull, and mud brown with dark roots that lighten as his hair grows. Due to his insane fear of sharp blades, a pair of scissors hasn't touched his hair in years. His hair doesn't grow very fast, but he still looks shaggy and has a few noticeable split ends touching his shoulders.
Face & Eyes: His eyes are bright peach, but have a tendency to either lighten or darken depending on his surroundings. His face is long, sometimes described has being like a horse. "Why the long face" was a popular joke at his high school. Peachy for the most part, Mac has had acne problems since he was 13 and, being impatient, has been popping pimples ever since, leaving his face with little scars all around among some longer scars from a razor accident.
Body Type: His clothes hide the fact that his body is well toned and muscled. He keeps it kept up with healthy eating alone, being a person not prone to exercising. (He doesn't count his midnight "jogs.") He has a short torso, which is made up for in his long legs. He is roughly 6' 3" tall.
Clothing Style: Reference by Tenka
Button-up shirts and thin "cowboy vests" tend to dominate Mac's wardrobe during warmer months, as well as any one of his many scarves draped, not wrapped, around his neck.. Worn, ragged jeans with holes or cargo shorts are his preferred lower-region wear, followed by obnoxiously clunky sandals or obnoxiously loud flip flops. His colors tend to sway more toward cooler colors, such as blues and greens, though his sandals tend to be more vibrant reds and yellows. Orange is one color you won't see him wearing. The colder seasons are dedicated to HUGE, LONG, and BRIGHTLY colored scarves. During these times, Mac always wears a scarf that is kept wrapped snug around his neck and covering his face from his nose down. He uses his scarves for everything. (As a turban-style hat, wrapped as a muff for his hands, even as a belt once when his regular belt broke.) With his attention on his precious scarves, little is paid to the rest of him. A pair of ugly old black snow boots keep his feet dry while a turtleneck, a winter coat, and whatever pair of jeans he's grabbed keep the rest of him covered.
[ Don’t Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: Meet Mavros, also known as Mac to those who like him, or Mr. Zit Face to those who disliked him in high school. Which was practically everyone. His acne, long face, dislikes and fears all made him an easy and well-liked target for harassment in high school, and made him hate himself more and more with each passing year. Well, hate his physical self, anyway. He never has a problem with his interests, strengths, or weaknesses because he figures those are things he will have to just deal with, that they are the things he shouldn't have to change for people to like him. No, it is his appearance that has always been his Achilles Heel. With people judging him solely on his appearance, he has not gotten far socially. This has not stopped him from trying. With never wanting to give up, Mavros steamed ahead, but always felt the same disappointment.
His high school experiences really shaped Mavros into something. While still ever hating his appearance, he vowed never to be as inwardly ugly as his classmates had been. He is a nice guy who will help when he can. He is kind and courteous and respectful. He enjoys the chance to chime in with an idea or opinion, but actual conversation is something he has a hard time with for two reason. First and foremost, he always feels like he is talking to the backs of their heads, because rarely does anyone look him in the face. Second, and perhaps most importantly, he doesn't know how to really converse. He never really conversed with anyone in high school and has no experience, leading to many an awkward occasion.
Stubborn Mavros won't give in to any ridicule, jokes, or verbal abuse he may face. He has taught himself to stay strong and to never give up in the face of pressure, although this has made him seem confrontational. His first superior at his current place of employment tried pressuring him into doing any and every job that entailed Mavros being hidden from the public eye. Mavros resisted every time by confronting his superior and telling him off, that he shouldn't be hidden just because his appearance was unappealing. When he was transferred, everyone knew to expect him to be confrontational. It two his next couple of transfers for others to not discriminate agains this appearance, and for him to not be so confrontational.
Strengths: Taking Things Apart, Putting Things Together, Fixing Things, Being a Nice Guy, Never Gives up, Cautious
Weaknesses: Fresh Blood, Air Conditioning, Dogs, Screeching, Being Too Stubborn
Dreams: To find that handsome guy inside him. All he sees, day in and day out, is ugly Mr. Zit Face. He wants to find the handsome guy that will win the girl and live happily ever after. He sees no future for Mr. Zit Face, and that frightens and angers himself.
Fears: Anything with a sharp blade, but knives and scissors are his more immediate fear. He fears injury, being cut or losing a finger to a chopping knife. While his fear isn't so great that he can't have any in the household, he can't dare use one. Any knives at restaurants have to be removed by the server or a member of his table. Replacing the knife is his fork, and if the fork can't cut it, he bites it off like a barbarian. After all, anything can be finger-food if you try. As for that bi-monthly trip to the barber... It doesn't happen. He may look a little shaggier for it, but the only way to cut his hair is to drug him into a coma.
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
Mavros had a happy and carefree childhood. At the age of 5, he was put into gymnastics to give his excess energy and outlet. He proved to be very athletic and could bend himself in all sorts of ways. He remained athletic throughout his younger years, participating in everything from baseball to basketball to soccer. His parents never allowed football or hockey, ever fearful of something happening to their only child. While he excelled in sports, he remained an average student. He was admired by his peers and for a long time, thought they were all his friends. However, puberty had other plans for him.
He sprouted like a weed, moving from the middle height range to being the tallest in his grade. In a matter of 6 months, he went from 4' 10” to 6”. His feet grew as fast as he did, as did his appetite. His voice changed as quickly, and at first everyone thought it was cool. However, the others started to fear him. He was growing so quickly and soon towering over them that they thought him a monster. They avoided him, left him out of things, and spoke behind his back, and soon he began thinking as they did. He started to hate himself. Why did he grow so fast? Puberty was not so vicious to everyone else, so why him? While he pondered these questions, the puberty just kept on coming. Finally, the acne came.
And came. And came. And it never went away. There was never a day when his fair face was not red. He popped and poked, cleansed and sterilized, and yet never did it help. He got prescriptions and tried every over-the-counter product. At one point, he became so desperate that he took his father's razor and ran it all over his face, cutting open all of his zits and then some. He stayed home for a week after then, and within a month he has more scars than he had ever wanted.
He turned from monster to just plain freak. He couldn't stand going out in public anymore and dropped every extracurricular activity he had. He stayed in his room, staring at his reflection, counting his zits and then recounting them. When one finally went away, another was already brewing in its place. His parents didn't know what to do. They tried coaxing him out, talking to him, and even hired a therapist to talk to him, but they couldn't get him out of the house. They brought the therapist to him, but he locked his door and refused to see her.
School was certainly no picnic. He obtained the nickname “Mr. Zit-Face” and was the unofficial school attraction. He was pointed out to visiting schools and always had someone staring at him at any given moment. He started finding any and every excuse to not participate in gym, group projects, and just about anything else he could get out of. He turned inward, eating anything he wanted and playing video games until dawn. He learned to live off of 2 or 3 hours of sleep and it was a never-ending fight between him and his parents when it came to going to school.
High school was no better. In fact, it was worse. Mavros now wanted to participate in normal, teenage, high school activities, and while his parents were delighted, no one at school wanted to join him. In addition to everything else, he was now packing on some unneeded pounds and could not get dates to save his life. He went alone to every dance his freshman year and found himself on the receiving end of plenty of pranks. These pranks took a dangerous turn when winter came around and the school bullies learned that Mavros was jinxed around ice. They began planting water around certain areas and maneuvering Mavros to step on them, prompting him to slip and slide, fall, or run into something. Everyone thought it was horribly funny except for Mavros. The teachers and school officials did what they could to prevent the icy incidents, but the bullies kept getting cleverer and cleverer, finding new places or brushing aside salt or hiding it beneath the snow. Even after Mavros fractured a rib and broke an arm, they still didn't stop. When the warmer whether came, ice cubes began to mysteriously find their way down his shirts and into his shoes, and one ice cube was even maneuvered to find its way UNDER his shoe, putting Mavros on his back.
His next 3 years went the same way. Every attempt at anything always failed. Mavros was so miserable that he avoided the normal graduation traditions. Senior pictures, year book, graduation... He avoided it all. He didn't walk, not wanting all of those families to see his horrible zit face, and he didn't go to the after-graduation party.
Now 18 and out of school, Mavros had nothing to do with himself. He refused to go to college and refused to get a job. He didn't want to face any possible employers. His parents were at their wits' end, but knowing what his son had gone through, they didn't push him out. Instead, they came up with an idea: Get him into the family business.
His mother and father worked as partners in an electronics company based out of Japan. They managed the US branch and decided that their son could do something in the company. They conversed heavily with their Japanese counterparts and decided that he could be of use in Japan. Mavros was more than happy to get out of town, but getting into Japan made him second guess himself. His height made him tower over the Japanese, including his own bosses, and he had a hard time fitting in. He was placed wherever needed help, but he never caught on and seemed like more of a burden than anything.
He finally hit a break servicing the various equipment around the office. Copiers, fax machines, computers, telephones... Anything that could break and be taken apart, he could fix and put back together. Suddenly revitalized at finding his place in the big picture, things began to turn around for Mavros. He suddenly felt better about his abilities. Everyone in the office from every floor would put in requests for this or that, making him feel special and important. These feelings then forced him to look at himself. He was heavy now, and certainly not in the shape he used to be. He began jogging during breaks and eating healthier, and before he knew it he had a few missing pounds and a lot more energy.
In fact, he thought he had too much energy. He couldn't sleep! He ached to move, to jump, to run... Laying in bed did him no good. He didn't feel safe going out jogging in the Tokyo streets at night, so he went to the roof of his apartment building and worked out. It worked for a few weeks. He would work out about a half hour and be tired enough to sleep. He would go up a half hour before bed and do his exercises, but after those few weeks, he would go back to bed and still not sleep. He began staying on the roof longer and longer until finally, he was fed up. At his wits end and tired, but not enough to sleep, he looked to the roof of the neighboring building. In a fit of sleep-deprived insanity, he ran at the edge and jumped.
On the opposite roof, he landed with a roll, but he landed nonetheless. That night, he returned to bed in shock and slept through his day off. The next night, he had the crazy notion to try again. He made it to the other roof again, this time landing more neatly. Exhilarated, Mavros added his ability to roof jump to his evening exercises. In no time, he was buff and healthy again. All that remained was his face.
Now nearly 22, Mavros still had a face full of acne. He couldn't understand it. He tried everything Japan had to offer, and even retried every American product he had tried before, but nothing did anything. One day at work, Mavros had little to do. To pass the time, he retreated to the men's room and stared at his reflection, reveling in his self-hate. Upset as always, his hung his head and beat his fist on the counter, angrily muttering, “Why me?” He did this every day when work was slow, but today was different. He felt a small, solid object in his hand. He turned it and opened it. Resting on his palm was a deep blue ring with some symbol etched in the surface of the white gem. He felt as though he ought to know the symbol, but he couldn't recall it. The fact that he didn't remember picking the ring up in the first place was put out of mind as he felt a chilly tingle up and down his entire body. He looked up to see if something was wrong, and instead found something right.
His face was as clear as a newborn baby. He saw the strange clothing, sure, but his face. It was clear and handsome. He chuckled and reached up to touch his face, but before his eyes everything vanished and was replaced by his normal self, every pimple right down to his clothes. He shouted angrily and threw his fist at the mirror, but remembered the ring. He went home early that day, and over the next few weeks and past his 22nd birthday, all recollection returned.
[ Maia ]
[ Don’t Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power: Beauty
Alignment: Mercury and her Court
Colors: Slate Blue (#6A5ACD), Deep Blue (#380474), White (#FFFFFF)
Symbol: An inverted triangle (point down) with a diamond at the bottom point. It is the sign of Lapis Lazuli (azure), a beautiful blue precious stone.
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description:
Reference by Tenka
[li]Top: A slate blue metal chest plate that matches the shape of his front from his pelvis to his collarbone with white leather straps that extend over his shoulders and to a matching plat on his back. Underneath is an deep blue shirt that goes from his waist up to his shoulders and down to his wrists, where it ends in a white metal wrist guard.
[/li][li]Head:[/color] His hair becomes shiny and gains a lot of volume, but is restrained by a pair of goggles that provide no purpose other than to protect his eyes from flying debris or other things that would affect his eyes. The strap and eye piece is white leather; the goggles have three rim layers. The outer rim, slate blue, is thickest and more noticeable than the thinner, inner rims. It is the same rubber/metal material as is on the bottom of his boots. The first inner rim, ultramarine (#120A8F), is metal and next to the outer rim. The third rim, deep blue, is on the inside of the goggles and holds the glass/plastic type material in place.
[/li][li]Gloves: [/color]Around his wrists are two white metal wrist guards that are unremarkable, bearing no design. They are good for deflecting close blows, but their use requires great timing, otherwise Maia will lose a hand. They extend from his wrist up to about 2 inches from his elbow.
[/li][li]Collar:[/color] His slate blue collar is a long scarf that is draped over his shoulders. The tails hang behind him with a sag in the front just a bit over his chest plate. Pinned to the center of the sag is a pendant that is the same as the gem on his ring, engraving and all.
[/li][li]Belt: [/color]A thin braided metal belt of Deep Blue with a single thin stripe of ultramarine (#120A8F) woven in. Pinned to the front is a pendant exactly like the one on his scarf except that it is smaller and bears the symbol of his princess, Mercury.
[/li][li]Pants:[/color] His pants are mainly slate blue. A wide stripe running down the outside of his legs is deep blue while the inside stripe is slate blue. There is a wide cuff on the bottom that is white, but never seen because they are tucked into his boots.
[/li][li]Shoes:[/color] Slate blue boots cover his feet. They resembled heavy snow boots, and the only things stopping them from being actual snow boots are 1.) they are reinforced with heavy metal at every point and 2.) they are on the feet of Maia. The bottom, which is a rubber material that more resembles metal in appearance and resistance, is white while the main part of the boot is slate blue with white stitches and laces. There is a small Deep Blue belt around the ankles with a pendant the same as on his waist. The pendant rests on the side of his ankle, facing outward.[/li][/ul]
Weapon: The Sfyri - A peculiar weapon that is tall like a staff, but on one end is a white wooden hammer. The hammer is mallet in style, with the head being 5 inches long with a radius of 3 inches. Despite its small size, it packs quite a stinging wallop. With the strength behind the swing from Maia plus the small size of the hammer head, any hit that lands will sting and pain its target like no other. The only worse kind of stinging pain it could get is from the other end, where the hitting object is even smaller and faster. The staff is slate blue metal with a thin line of white leather wrapping it from the bottom to the hammer head.
Omorfia Entos (Beauty Within)
[/li][li]Effect:[/color] A useful attack, it bolsters strength and increases self confidence, but used in excess can be bad. Too much can and will increase self-confidence too much while increasing strength to the point of dependence. (Think steroids. Steroids are bad when used wrongly and in huge doses.) [/li][/ul]
Battle Style: With the Sfyri in hand, Maia can be a formidable opponent in melee combat. Even though it is a small hammer on a thin pole, the Sfyri packs a punch at both ends and is tough enough for Maia to use against the blades of most swords. Maia is quick and accurate and if he cannot gain the upper hand, he will drag on the one-on-one altercation as long as possible. If the enemy or an opponent in general is unlucky enough to end up having a fight with Maia being taken to the ground, they can and will end up trapped in his legs of steel. Maia's prime means of attacking a single foe, Maia traps them in legs strengthened by running and exercise in general. They are strong enough to leave some nasty bruises and maybe some breakage during his opponent's captivity. Nevermind that fact that they are now in prime position to be pummeled by the Sfyri...
Warrior Personality: Whereas Mavros can be a bit negative and gloomy, Maia is a cheerful, pleasant fellow the majority of the time. As Maia, he pretends that he and Mavros are two separate people and is always talking down about Mavros. He sees Mavros as inferior and if it weren't for how his powers tax him, Maia would stay Maia all of the time.
Maia will always be there for Mercury in a defensive medium. He will protect her, assist, do whatever he can for her. This includes being a support for her. Should the battle be too overwhelming, he will be there to tell her that it is okay, that he is there for her, and that it will all be over with soon. However, should ANY harm befall his dear princess, Maia will not hold back. He will drop what he is doing, make short work of whomever dared to harm her, and then fuss over her like a lover would their mate or a mother to their child. If anyone else dared to try and assist, he would become overprotective and bat them away in a most rude or angry manner. His princess is injured and who better to help her than her guardian?
When he isn't concerned with Mercury, he is focused heavily on his opponent and truth be told, he can be a brutal opponent to face. His enemy had better hope it has medical insurance, because if they cause Maia too much frustration he will let loose and he won't care who is in the way, friend or foe. Once he becomes frustrated, furious, or both, there is no stopping Maia's brutal assault unless commanded by his princess. Her word is his law.
Passive Abilities: Mac, and Maia, can "blind" himself to someone's physical appearance. He won't see the new diamond earrings or the shiny new shoes. He doesn't see how they have styled their hair or layered their clothes. What he sees is how they "look" on the inside. He can find amusing comparisons. For example, the handsome class clown would literally become a clown stylized to how the person naturally looks. That popular cheerleader who is snotty to everyone would appear to look like an old hag of a witch. Using this ability, Mac became a quick judge of character, and it helped him avoid becoming associated with people who were not nice. However, there would be a drawback. When Mac uses the ability on himself, all he sees is himself. He has so much hate for his own physical appearance that he cannot see what he could look like. He can also not see that it is his ability which keeps him looking like Mr. Zit Face. Until he learns to appreciate his own appearance, he will continue looking like he does.
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
During the Silver Millennium, Maia was born as one among many who would be considered to be the one true guardian to their princess, Mercury. He did not stand out in the crowd of other hopefuls, not that there was much of a crowd. Every child born between the Mercurian New Year and the Venusian New Year, the time frame in which Mercury's guardian was supposed to be born, was gathered together, taken from their families. Maia was the seventh out of twenty-four born in that span of time. He was given his name by his caretaker, who also cared for two girls she named Birdie and Caloris and a boy she named Mariner. They were raised together for seventeen years, during which time both Birdie and Caloris developed romantic feelings for Mariner, who instead pined for Maia. Maia had no interest in any of it.
Maia was told very young that his name meant "beauty." His caretaker explained some years after that she named Maia thusly not because his appearance was either handsome or beautiful, but just the opposite. Maia's parents had been glad to be rid of him, for as a baby, he seemed misshapen. As he grew, he grew out of this seeming deformation. Maia's caretaker gave him a name that would always remind him, even if he hadn't grown out of his early appearance, that the beauty within is a greater power than outward beauty will ever be.
Maia took this meaning to heart, and exercised it most on the very planet he lived on. Among their many educational materials were lessons on the other planets in their system. Maia did not believe that their home was very attractive when compared to somewhere like Earth. He decided to use the principle instilled in his name to learn to like his planet. He was not successful for many years, even after discovering the ability to actually see a person's inner beauty. Then, he met his princess.
It was a small ceremony, in which the most likely hopefuls were presented to the princess. If none seemed to connect to the princess, then the next likely hopefuls would be presented, and so on. Maia was in the third group. Despite his ability and excellent scholarly scores, his battle abilities lacked severely, as as his instructors would say, "He lacks inspiration." Leading up to this meeting, he had heard much from those before him. The princess was cold-hearted and looked quite severe, a true ice princess. When he was finally presented, he couldn't agree more. She looked very luck like she belonged to their planet. When he closed his eyes and bowed, he decided to take a gamble. What did she look like on the inside. Before he straightened, he lifted his head and looked upon her with his new eyes. He then gasped, his face flashed, and he stumbled back in shock, landing on his rump. The woman he saw before him was dazzling, positively radiant. She no longer looked like the ridged ice princess, but like a flower freeing itself from an early Spring frost. He was at a loss for words and hadn't the will to move. As his caretaker and another picked him up to pull him away, the only word he could say was, "Beautiful."
Maia spent much time alone after that. He contemplated what he had seen and worked it around in his head with the lesson in his name. On the third day, he applied it to what he saw of his planet, and was finally able to see the true beauty of the planet. On the seventh day, Maia was summoned to the palace: He was to be the princess' guardian.
For the beginning, the princess was very cool around him. She spoke to him carefully, as though still unsure about him. Maia spoke just as carefully, so as to not incite her distrust. They toed around each other carefully until finally, nearly two months after arriving, the princess asked Maia about the day they met. Maia explained his ability, surprised that no one had done so prior to his arrival. He explained that the first princess he saw was just as everyone had described: Cold and hard, like ice. The second princess, however, literally melted that first image and he saw her for who she truly was within. The princess silently understood, and from then on allowed Maia beyond her barrier, so that he could communicate with the princess within.
When the call of battle came, his princess answered, and where the princess went, so did the Maia. Into the throes of battle he charged, pummeling anyone who dared approach his princess. It was in this position that Maia became the first to call. Overwhelmed by the swarm of the enemy army, Maia was basically tackled by the mass and someone in the mass stabbed him many times over, or perhaps many stabbed him one time each. Either way, Maia died a bloody death, dying even before the many soldiers on him had clambered off.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Tenka
Player Age: 23
Contact Information: avitous1988 [at] gmail [dot] com
[ “From a distance the world looks blue and green,
and the snow-capped mountains white.”
Now I have it, but can I say I'm happy? ]
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: Black Beauty
Nick Name: “Mac”
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Hair: His hair, in true Kalloni style, is flat, dull, and mud brown with dark roots that lighten as his hair grows. Due to his insane fear of sharp blades, a pair of scissors hasn't touched his hair in years. His hair doesn't grow very fast, but he still looks shaggy and has a few noticeable split ends touching his shoulders.
Face & Eyes: His eyes are bright peach, but have a tendency to either lighten or darken depending on his surroundings. His face is long, sometimes described has being like a horse. "Why the long face" was a popular joke at his high school. Peachy for the most part, Mac has had acne problems since he was 13 and, being impatient, has been popping pimples ever since, leaving his face with little scars all around among some longer scars from a razor accident.
Body Type: His clothes hide the fact that his body is well toned and muscled. He keeps it kept up with healthy eating alone, being a person not prone to exercising. (He doesn't count his midnight "jogs.") He has a short torso, which is made up for in his long legs. He is roughly 6' 3" tall.
Clothing Style: Reference by Tenka
Button-up shirts and thin "cowboy vests" tend to dominate Mac's wardrobe during warmer months, as well as any one of his many scarves draped, not wrapped, around his neck.. Worn, ragged jeans with holes or cargo shorts are his preferred lower-region wear, followed by obnoxiously clunky sandals or obnoxiously loud flip flops. His colors tend to sway more toward cooler colors, such as blues and greens, though his sandals tend to be more vibrant reds and yellows. Orange is one color you won't see him wearing. The colder seasons are dedicated to HUGE, LONG, and BRIGHTLY colored scarves. During these times, Mac always wears a scarf that is kept wrapped snug around his neck and covering his face from his nose down. He uses his scarves for everything. (As a turban-style hat, wrapped as a muff for his hands, even as a belt once when his regular belt broke.) With his attention on his precious scarves, little is paid to the rest of him. A pair of ugly old black snow boots keep his feet dry while a turtleneck, a winter coat, and whatever pair of jeans he's grabbed keep the rest of him covered.
[ Don’t Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: Meet Mavros, also known as Mac to those who like him, or Mr. Zit Face to those who disliked him in high school. Which was practically everyone. His acne, long face, dislikes and fears all made him an easy and well-liked target for harassment in high school, and made him hate himself more and more with each passing year. Well, hate his physical self, anyway. He never has a problem with his interests, strengths, or weaknesses because he figures those are things he will have to just deal with, that they are the things he shouldn't have to change for people to like him. No, it is his appearance that has always been his Achilles Heel. With people judging him solely on his appearance, he has not gotten far socially. This has not stopped him from trying. With never wanting to give up, Mavros steamed ahead, but always felt the same disappointment.
His high school experiences really shaped Mavros into something. While still ever hating his appearance, he vowed never to be as inwardly ugly as his classmates had been. He is a nice guy who will help when he can. He is kind and courteous and respectful. He enjoys the chance to chime in with an idea or opinion, but actual conversation is something he has a hard time with for two reason. First and foremost, he always feels like he is talking to the backs of their heads, because rarely does anyone look him in the face. Second, and perhaps most importantly, he doesn't know how to really converse. He never really conversed with anyone in high school and has no experience, leading to many an awkward occasion.
Stubborn Mavros won't give in to any ridicule, jokes, or verbal abuse he may face. He has taught himself to stay strong and to never give up in the face of pressure, although this has made him seem confrontational. His first superior at his current place of employment tried pressuring him into doing any and every job that entailed Mavros being hidden from the public eye. Mavros resisted every time by confronting his superior and telling him off, that he shouldn't be hidden just because his appearance was unappealing. When he was transferred, everyone knew to expect him to be confrontational. It two his next couple of transfers for others to not discriminate agains this appearance, and for him to not be so confrontational.
Strengths: Taking Things Apart, Putting Things Together, Fixing Things, Being a Nice Guy, Never Gives up, Cautious
Weaknesses: Fresh Blood, Air Conditioning, Dogs, Screeching, Being Too Stubborn
Dreams: To find that handsome guy inside him. All he sees, day in and day out, is ugly Mr. Zit Face. He wants to find the handsome guy that will win the girl and live happily ever after. He sees no future for Mr. Zit Face, and that frightens and angers himself.
Fears: Anything with a sharp blade, but knives and scissors are his more immediate fear. He fears injury, being cut or losing a finger to a chopping knife. While his fear isn't so great that he can't have any in the household, he can't dare use one. Any knives at restaurants have to be removed by the server or a member of his table. Replacing the knife is his fork, and if the fork can't cut it, he bites it off like a barbarian. After all, anything can be finger-food if you try. As for that bi-monthly trip to the barber... It doesn't happen. He may look a little shaggier for it, but the only way to cut his hair is to drug him into a coma.
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
Mavros had a happy and carefree childhood. At the age of 5, he was put into gymnastics to give his excess energy and outlet. He proved to be very athletic and could bend himself in all sorts of ways. He remained athletic throughout his younger years, participating in everything from baseball to basketball to soccer. His parents never allowed football or hockey, ever fearful of something happening to their only child. While he excelled in sports, he remained an average student. He was admired by his peers and for a long time, thought they were all his friends. However, puberty had other plans for him.
He sprouted like a weed, moving from the middle height range to being the tallest in his grade. In a matter of 6 months, he went from 4' 10” to 6”. His feet grew as fast as he did, as did his appetite. His voice changed as quickly, and at first everyone thought it was cool. However, the others started to fear him. He was growing so quickly and soon towering over them that they thought him a monster. They avoided him, left him out of things, and spoke behind his back, and soon he began thinking as they did. He started to hate himself. Why did he grow so fast? Puberty was not so vicious to everyone else, so why him? While he pondered these questions, the puberty just kept on coming. Finally, the acne came.
And came. And came. And it never went away. There was never a day when his fair face was not red. He popped and poked, cleansed and sterilized, and yet never did it help. He got prescriptions and tried every over-the-counter product. At one point, he became so desperate that he took his father's razor and ran it all over his face, cutting open all of his zits and then some. He stayed home for a week after then, and within a month he has more scars than he had ever wanted.
He turned from monster to just plain freak. He couldn't stand going out in public anymore and dropped every extracurricular activity he had. He stayed in his room, staring at his reflection, counting his zits and then recounting them. When one finally went away, another was already brewing in its place. His parents didn't know what to do. They tried coaxing him out, talking to him, and even hired a therapist to talk to him, but they couldn't get him out of the house. They brought the therapist to him, but he locked his door and refused to see her.
School was certainly no picnic. He obtained the nickname “Mr. Zit-Face” and was the unofficial school attraction. He was pointed out to visiting schools and always had someone staring at him at any given moment. He started finding any and every excuse to not participate in gym, group projects, and just about anything else he could get out of. He turned inward, eating anything he wanted and playing video games until dawn. He learned to live off of 2 or 3 hours of sleep and it was a never-ending fight between him and his parents when it came to going to school.
High school was no better. In fact, it was worse. Mavros now wanted to participate in normal, teenage, high school activities, and while his parents were delighted, no one at school wanted to join him. In addition to everything else, he was now packing on some unneeded pounds and could not get dates to save his life. He went alone to every dance his freshman year and found himself on the receiving end of plenty of pranks. These pranks took a dangerous turn when winter came around and the school bullies learned that Mavros was jinxed around ice. They began planting water around certain areas and maneuvering Mavros to step on them, prompting him to slip and slide, fall, or run into something. Everyone thought it was horribly funny except for Mavros. The teachers and school officials did what they could to prevent the icy incidents, but the bullies kept getting cleverer and cleverer, finding new places or brushing aside salt or hiding it beneath the snow. Even after Mavros fractured a rib and broke an arm, they still didn't stop. When the warmer whether came, ice cubes began to mysteriously find their way down his shirts and into his shoes, and one ice cube was even maneuvered to find its way UNDER his shoe, putting Mavros on his back.
His next 3 years went the same way. Every attempt at anything always failed. Mavros was so miserable that he avoided the normal graduation traditions. Senior pictures, year book, graduation... He avoided it all. He didn't walk, not wanting all of those families to see his horrible zit face, and he didn't go to the after-graduation party.
Now 18 and out of school, Mavros had nothing to do with himself. He refused to go to college and refused to get a job. He didn't want to face any possible employers. His parents were at their wits' end, but knowing what his son had gone through, they didn't push him out. Instead, they came up with an idea: Get him into the family business.
His mother and father worked as partners in an electronics company based out of Japan. They managed the US branch and decided that their son could do something in the company. They conversed heavily with their Japanese counterparts and decided that he could be of use in Japan. Mavros was more than happy to get out of town, but getting into Japan made him second guess himself. His height made him tower over the Japanese, including his own bosses, and he had a hard time fitting in. He was placed wherever needed help, but he never caught on and seemed like more of a burden than anything.
He finally hit a break servicing the various equipment around the office. Copiers, fax machines, computers, telephones... Anything that could break and be taken apart, he could fix and put back together. Suddenly revitalized at finding his place in the big picture, things began to turn around for Mavros. He suddenly felt better about his abilities. Everyone in the office from every floor would put in requests for this or that, making him feel special and important. These feelings then forced him to look at himself. He was heavy now, and certainly not in the shape he used to be. He began jogging during breaks and eating healthier, and before he knew it he had a few missing pounds and a lot more energy.
In fact, he thought he had too much energy. He couldn't sleep! He ached to move, to jump, to run... Laying in bed did him no good. He didn't feel safe going out jogging in the Tokyo streets at night, so he went to the roof of his apartment building and worked out. It worked for a few weeks. He would work out about a half hour and be tired enough to sleep. He would go up a half hour before bed and do his exercises, but after those few weeks, he would go back to bed and still not sleep. He began staying on the roof longer and longer until finally, he was fed up. At his wits end and tired, but not enough to sleep, he looked to the roof of the neighboring building. In a fit of sleep-deprived insanity, he ran at the edge and jumped.
On the opposite roof, he landed with a roll, but he landed nonetheless. That night, he returned to bed in shock and slept through his day off. The next night, he had the crazy notion to try again. He made it to the other roof again, this time landing more neatly. Exhilarated, Mavros added his ability to roof jump to his evening exercises. In no time, he was buff and healthy again. All that remained was his face.
Now nearly 22, Mavros still had a face full of acne. He couldn't understand it. He tried everything Japan had to offer, and even retried every American product he had tried before, but nothing did anything. One day at work, Mavros had little to do. To pass the time, he retreated to the men's room and stared at his reflection, reveling in his self-hate. Upset as always, his hung his head and beat his fist on the counter, angrily muttering, “Why me?” He did this every day when work was slow, but today was different. He felt a small, solid object in his hand. He turned it and opened it. Resting on his palm was a deep blue ring with some symbol etched in the surface of the white gem. He felt as though he ought to know the symbol, but he couldn't recall it. The fact that he didn't remember picking the ring up in the first place was put out of mind as he felt a chilly tingle up and down his entire body. He looked up to see if something was wrong, and instead found something right.
His face was as clear as a newborn baby. He saw the strange clothing, sure, but his face. It was clear and handsome. He chuckled and reached up to touch his face, but before his eyes everything vanished and was replaced by his normal self, every pimple right down to his clothes. He shouted angrily and threw his fist at the mirror, but remembered the ring. He went home early that day, and over the next few weeks and past his 22nd birthday, all recollection returned.
[ Maia ]
[ Don’t Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power: Beauty
Alignment: Mercury and her Court
Colors: Slate Blue (#6A5ACD), Deep Blue (#380474), White (#FFFFFF)
Symbol: An inverted triangle (point down) with a diamond at the bottom point. It is the sign of Lapis Lazuli (azure), a beautiful blue precious stone.
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description:
Reference by Tenka
[li]Top: A slate blue metal chest plate that matches the shape of his front from his pelvis to his collarbone with white leather straps that extend over his shoulders and to a matching plat on his back. Underneath is an deep blue shirt that goes from his waist up to his shoulders and down to his wrists, where it ends in a white metal wrist guard.
[/li][li]Head:[/color] His hair becomes shiny and gains a lot of volume, but is restrained by a pair of goggles that provide no purpose other than to protect his eyes from flying debris or other things that would affect his eyes. The strap and eye piece is white leather; the goggles have three rim layers. The outer rim, slate blue, is thickest and more noticeable than the thinner, inner rims. It is the same rubber/metal material as is on the bottom of his boots. The first inner rim, ultramarine (#120A8F), is metal and next to the outer rim. The third rim, deep blue, is on the inside of the goggles and holds the glass/plastic type material in place.
[/li][li]Gloves: [/color]Around his wrists are two white metal wrist guards that are unremarkable, bearing no design. They are good for deflecting close blows, but their use requires great timing, otherwise Maia will lose a hand. They extend from his wrist up to about 2 inches from his elbow.
[/li][li]Collar:[/color] His slate blue collar is a long scarf that is draped over his shoulders. The tails hang behind him with a sag in the front just a bit over his chest plate. Pinned to the center of the sag is a pendant that is the same as the gem on his ring, engraving and all.
[/li][li]Belt: [/color]A thin braided metal belt of Deep Blue with a single thin stripe of ultramarine (#120A8F) woven in. Pinned to the front is a pendant exactly like the one on his scarf except that it is smaller and bears the symbol of his princess, Mercury.
[/li][li]Pants:[/color] His pants are mainly slate blue. A wide stripe running down the outside of his legs is deep blue while the inside stripe is slate blue. There is a wide cuff on the bottom that is white, but never seen because they are tucked into his boots.
[/li][li]Shoes:[/color] Slate blue boots cover his feet. They resembled heavy snow boots, and the only things stopping them from being actual snow boots are 1.) they are reinforced with heavy metal at every point and 2.) they are on the feet of Maia. The bottom, which is a rubber material that more resembles metal in appearance and resistance, is white while the main part of the boot is slate blue with white stitches and laces. There is a small Deep Blue belt around the ankles with a pendant the same as on his waist. The pendant rests on the side of his ankle, facing outward.[/li][/ul]
Weapon: The Sfyri - A peculiar weapon that is tall like a staff, but on one end is a white wooden hammer. The hammer is mallet in style, with the head being 5 inches long with a radius of 3 inches. Despite its small size, it packs quite a stinging wallop. With the strength behind the swing from Maia plus the small size of the hammer head, any hit that lands will sting and pain its target like no other. The only worse kind of stinging pain it could get is from the other end, where the hitting object is even smaller and faster. The staff is slate blue metal with a thin line of white leather wrapping it from the bottom to the hammer head.
Omorfia Entos (Beauty Within)
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[/li][li]Effect:[/color] A useful attack, it bolsters strength and increases self confidence, but used in excess can be bad. Too much can and will increase self-confidence too much while increasing strength to the point of dependence. (Think steroids. Steroids are bad when used wrongly and in huge doses.) [/li][/ul]
Battle Style: With the Sfyri in hand, Maia can be a formidable opponent in melee combat. Even though it is a small hammer on a thin pole, the Sfyri packs a punch at both ends and is tough enough for Maia to use against the blades of most swords. Maia is quick and accurate and if he cannot gain the upper hand, he will drag on the one-on-one altercation as long as possible. If the enemy or an opponent in general is unlucky enough to end up having a fight with Maia being taken to the ground, they can and will end up trapped in his legs of steel. Maia's prime means of attacking a single foe, Maia traps them in legs strengthened by running and exercise in general. They are strong enough to leave some nasty bruises and maybe some breakage during his opponent's captivity. Nevermind that fact that they are now in prime position to be pummeled by the Sfyri...
Warrior Personality: Whereas Mavros can be a bit negative and gloomy, Maia is a cheerful, pleasant fellow the majority of the time. As Maia, he pretends that he and Mavros are two separate people and is always talking down about Mavros. He sees Mavros as inferior and if it weren't for how his powers tax him, Maia would stay Maia all of the time.
Maia will always be there for Mercury in a defensive medium. He will protect her, assist, do whatever he can for her. This includes being a support for her. Should the battle be too overwhelming, he will be there to tell her that it is okay, that he is there for her, and that it will all be over with soon. However, should ANY harm befall his dear princess, Maia will not hold back. He will drop what he is doing, make short work of whomever dared to harm her, and then fuss over her like a lover would their mate or a mother to their child. If anyone else dared to try and assist, he would become overprotective and bat them away in a most rude or angry manner. His princess is injured and who better to help her than her guardian?
When he isn't concerned with Mercury, he is focused heavily on his opponent and truth be told, he can be a brutal opponent to face. His enemy had better hope it has medical insurance, because if they cause Maia too much frustration he will let loose and he won't care who is in the way, friend or foe. Once he becomes frustrated, furious, or both, there is no stopping Maia's brutal assault unless commanded by his princess. Her word is his law.
Passive Abilities: Mac, and Maia, can "blind" himself to someone's physical appearance. He won't see the new diamond earrings or the shiny new shoes. He doesn't see how they have styled their hair or layered their clothes. What he sees is how they "look" on the inside. He can find amusing comparisons. For example, the handsome class clown would literally become a clown stylized to how the person naturally looks. That popular cheerleader who is snotty to everyone would appear to look like an old hag of a witch. Using this ability, Mac became a quick judge of character, and it helped him avoid becoming associated with people who were not nice. However, there would be a drawback. When Mac uses the ability on himself, all he sees is himself. He has so much hate for his own physical appearance that he cannot see what he could look like. He can also not see that it is his ability which keeps him looking like Mr. Zit Face. Until he learns to appreciate his own appearance, he will continue looking like he does.
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
During the Silver Millennium, Maia was born as one among many who would be considered to be the one true guardian to their princess, Mercury. He did not stand out in the crowd of other hopefuls, not that there was much of a crowd. Every child born between the Mercurian New Year and the Venusian New Year, the time frame in which Mercury's guardian was supposed to be born, was gathered together, taken from their families. Maia was the seventh out of twenty-four born in that span of time. He was given his name by his caretaker, who also cared for two girls she named Birdie and Caloris and a boy she named Mariner. They were raised together for seventeen years, during which time both Birdie and Caloris developed romantic feelings for Mariner, who instead pined for Maia. Maia had no interest in any of it.
Maia was told very young that his name meant "beauty." His caretaker explained some years after that she named Maia thusly not because his appearance was either handsome or beautiful, but just the opposite. Maia's parents had been glad to be rid of him, for as a baby, he seemed misshapen. As he grew, he grew out of this seeming deformation. Maia's caretaker gave him a name that would always remind him, even if he hadn't grown out of his early appearance, that the beauty within is a greater power than outward beauty will ever be.
Maia took this meaning to heart, and exercised it most on the very planet he lived on. Among their many educational materials were lessons on the other planets in their system. Maia did not believe that their home was very attractive when compared to somewhere like Earth. He decided to use the principle instilled in his name to learn to like his planet. He was not successful for many years, even after discovering the ability to actually see a person's inner beauty. Then, he met his princess.
It was a small ceremony, in which the most likely hopefuls were presented to the princess. If none seemed to connect to the princess, then the next likely hopefuls would be presented, and so on. Maia was in the third group. Despite his ability and excellent scholarly scores, his battle abilities lacked severely, as as his instructors would say, "He lacks inspiration." Leading up to this meeting, he had heard much from those before him. The princess was cold-hearted and looked quite severe, a true ice princess. When he was finally presented, he couldn't agree more. She looked very luck like she belonged to their planet. When he closed his eyes and bowed, he decided to take a gamble. What did she look like on the inside. Before he straightened, he lifted his head and looked upon her with his new eyes. He then gasped, his face flashed, and he stumbled back in shock, landing on his rump. The woman he saw before him was dazzling, positively radiant. She no longer looked like the ridged ice princess, but like a flower freeing itself from an early Spring frost. He was at a loss for words and hadn't the will to move. As his caretaker and another picked him up to pull him away, the only word he could say was, "Beautiful."
Maia spent much time alone after that. He contemplated what he had seen and worked it around in his head with the lesson in his name. On the third day, he applied it to what he saw of his planet, and was finally able to see the true beauty of the planet. On the seventh day, Maia was summoned to the palace: He was to be the princess' guardian.
For the beginning, the princess was very cool around him. She spoke to him carefully, as though still unsure about him. Maia spoke just as carefully, so as to not incite her distrust. They toed around each other carefully until finally, nearly two months after arriving, the princess asked Maia about the day they met. Maia explained his ability, surprised that no one had done so prior to his arrival. He explained that the first princess he saw was just as everyone had described: Cold and hard, like ice. The second princess, however, literally melted that first image and he saw her for who she truly was within. The princess silently understood, and from then on allowed Maia beyond her barrier, so that he could communicate with the princess within.
When the call of battle came, his princess answered, and where the princess went, so did the Maia. Into the throes of battle he charged, pummeling anyone who dared approach his princess. It was in this position that Maia became the first to call. Overwhelmed by the swarm of the enemy army, Maia was basically tackled by the mass and someone in the mass stabbed him many times over, or perhaps many stabbed him one time each. Either way, Maia died a bloody death, dying even before the many soldiers on him had clambered off.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Tenka
Player Age: 23
Contact Information: avitous1988 [at] gmail [dot] com