Post by Mistletoe on Nov 24, 2015 23:48:00 GMT -5
Mistletoe
Age: Died aprox. 1700 years ago, reawakened 12 years ago
Fraction: Shopkeeper - Dojo Master
Gender: Male-ish
Species: Honedge, #675, Steel/Ghost
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Swords Dance, Automotize, Slash, Gyro Ball(TM), Fury Cutter, Shadow Sneak
Orientation: Asexual
OOC Name: Rocket
Fraction: Shopkeeper - Dojo Master
Gender: Male-ish
Species: Honedge, #675, Steel/Ghost
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Swords Dance, Automotize, Slash, Gyro Ball(TM), Fury Cutter, Shadow Sneak
Orientation: Asexual
OOC Name: Rocket
Appearance
Mistletoe is noticeably thinner than other Honedge, his guard not nearly as bulky, his blade as straight and narrow as a rail. Similarly, he's also conspicuously well maintained. His edge is keen and bright, the eye in his pommel polished to an almost diamond-like shine. The only thing that manages to break this illusion of neatness is his sash, a tattered, raggedy thing, stained with streaks of dirt and blood and missing a pair of "fingers".
Personality
Mistletoe, at first glance, is loud, boisterous, and very, very irritating. And that's a fairly accurate first impression, seeing as how he is, in fact, all of those things and more.
The thing is, Mistletoe doesn't really bother hiding anything about himself. He's got no hidden past or secret life, not even any embarrassing photos. What you see is what you get, and Mistletoe has never bothered to keep anything about himself hidden. He can still lie, obviously, but he's not terribly good at it, and the best he can manage is a lie by omission. Part of this is because he's of the belief that lying is a harmful act, both to yourself and others. It's an obstruction, an obstacle prevent you from realizing true passion.
That's really what Mistletoe cares about, above all else. Passion. To see a person in the throes of passion, their emotions running high, is to know the true nature of their soul. Passion is what emboldens us, what lifts us higher, and though he may be long dead, Mistletoe has resolved to burn as brightly as he can. With this comes his tendency to exaggerate, and the bizarre extremes that his moods will sometimes take him too. Mistletoe feels every emotion, every change in temperament, at its fullest intensity.
He doesn't just cry, he weeps. he doesn't just laugh, he guffaws. He doesn't just get mad. He rages.
These moods come and go, as wild and unpredictable as the weather, and it can be just as easy to calm him down as it is to anger him. Perhaps as a consequence of this behavior, he's prone to making snap judgements, particularly regarding the morals of those around him, and it can take a long time to disabuse him of those notions.
In truth, he's not as bold and brash as he likes to let on, though he's still very bold and very brash. But he has his quiet moments too, a contemplative side of himself that he rarely shows. Mistletoe, for all his yelling and posturing, is somebody with a lot of big questions that have gone unanswered for a very long time. Specifically regarding who he used to be. His memories of his human life are fuzzy at best, outright nonexistent at worst, and sometimes he wonders if he was ever a person at all.
Still, two things remain clear in his mind. A burning passion, and a single sprig of mistletoe. It's through these that he connects to the person he believes he once was, and fights off the dread uncertainty that haunts the fringes of his mind. It's not enough, though, and he knows that. He needs something else to fill in the gaps, either by learning more about himself, or finding a new idea to cling to.
The thing is, Mistletoe doesn't really bother hiding anything about himself. He's got no hidden past or secret life, not even any embarrassing photos. What you see is what you get, and Mistletoe has never bothered to keep anything about himself hidden. He can still lie, obviously, but he's not terribly good at it, and the best he can manage is a lie by omission. Part of this is because he's of the belief that lying is a harmful act, both to yourself and others. It's an obstruction, an obstacle prevent you from realizing true passion.
That's really what Mistletoe cares about, above all else. Passion. To see a person in the throes of passion, their emotions running high, is to know the true nature of their soul. Passion is what emboldens us, what lifts us higher, and though he may be long dead, Mistletoe has resolved to burn as brightly as he can. With this comes his tendency to exaggerate, and the bizarre extremes that his moods will sometimes take him too. Mistletoe feels every emotion, every change in temperament, at its fullest intensity.
He doesn't just cry, he weeps. he doesn't just laugh, he guffaws. He doesn't just get mad. He rages.
These moods come and go, as wild and unpredictable as the weather, and it can be just as easy to calm him down as it is to anger him. Perhaps as a consequence of this behavior, he's prone to making snap judgements, particularly regarding the morals of those around him, and it can take a long time to disabuse him of those notions.
In truth, he's not as bold and brash as he likes to let on, though he's still very bold and very brash. But he has his quiet moments too, a contemplative side of himself that he rarely shows. Mistletoe, for all his yelling and posturing, is somebody with a lot of big questions that have gone unanswered for a very long time. Specifically regarding who he used to be. His memories of his human life are fuzzy at best, outright nonexistent at worst, and sometimes he wonders if he was ever a person at all.
Still, two things remain clear in his mind. A burning passion, and a single sprig of mistletoe. It's through these that he connects to the person he believes he once was, and fights off the dread uncertainty that haunts the fringes of his mind. It's not enough, though, and he knows that. He needs something else to fill in the gaps, either by learning more about himself, or finding a new idea to cling to.
History
Long, long ago, in a faraway land, there was a duelist. A just and honorable man, beloved by his fellows and by the court for his quick wit and zest for life. Nobles gathered from far and wide to watch him fight, dazzled by his skills in combat.
One day, during one such gathering, the unexpected happened. While he was scanning the crowd, a woman caught his eye. She was, by far, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he was head-over-heels in love from the moment he saw her.
One day, during one such gathering, the unexpected happened. While he was scanning the crowd, a woman caught his eye. She was, by far, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he was head-over-heels in love from the moment he saw her.
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