A relatively tall Teenager at a height of 5''9, composed of a slightly thinner than average build. His long but neat hair is a dark tainted brown, eye colour being a slightly dark shade of Blue. There are no physical signs of his power shown, leaving him to look like an average teenage boy.
Abilities
Crimson Release - This rather simple, but powerful technique focuses on channelling fire-natured magic and releasing it in a crimson wave of magical energy. This could be seen as the swordsman's 'basic' move, and could also be said as his signature. Though the power of this ability grows as the owner does.
Charge Time: 1 - 2
Destructive Force: Medium - High
Range: Short - Medium
Drain: High
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Syro Ryuuki
A Teenage Swordsman of Black Attire wielding a longsword. His magic speciality are fire natured attacks.
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Main Street (Continued)
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by CursedBlade
Description
Personality
Syro is usually a quiet and unsocial young man, often travelling alone and rarely ever wanting to be 'a part' of something. He acts like this because he carries the false burden of his parents death, which he thinks, that it is his fault alone that they died. Though on the contrary, he is still exceptionally arrogant to most people he meets.
Though to people that seem to end up getting on his soft side, or people who he finds have experienced pasts similar to his; he would usually have a thoughtful, and also self-sacrificing personality. Though his self-sacrificing, on the other hand, can turn out to be his fatal flaw in dire situations.
In the heat of battle, Syro would usually grow tense in more dire situations, keeping a serious-terrified face when on the battlefield. He also has a knack for thinking out battle plans too... simply, therefore making a fair amount of his assaults straight-forward and childish.
Equipment
His Attire usually consists of a variety of Modern Clothing, often containing the colours Black and Red.
Syro usually doesn't carry many tools or equipment, only bringing the select few Items he needs, they are:
Soul Fragment - This Item is the host of the reaped soul half of his parents' killer, unaware of this fact, Syro travels around with it, keeping it as a memento to his lost family.
Crimson Fang - This Sword is an extension of Syro's soul, and is both a spiritual and physical item. It has the form of a 15th Century English Longsword, but contains a few unique traits to it: One of these traits is a black tint surrounds the blade of the sword which gives it a otherworldly glow, also, the hilt of the weapon is a crimson red colour with black designings. Aside from the physical traits of the sword, there is also a unique spiritual trait to this sword: Instead of using a usual sheath to host the sword, the weapons host is the wielder of the weapon, Syro himself. In fact, he can summon the sword to his side at will.
The Weapon also has the ability to store fire natured magical attacks to amplify it, which makes it Ideal for Syro's fire based magic.
History
Syro was raised in a small mansion in the south of wing city. Brought up by his two remaining family: His father, a heir of a powerful fire natured family. And his mother, a predecessor to the art of black magic.
As a hybrid of two magical bloodlines, his parents magical ability where kept a secret, even the boy himself unaware of his magical blood. Though, at the age of 9, this secret was revealed, causing a uproar in the area. The three escaped south, hiding in an old abandoned villa located in the Dark Woods. But they were found, and captured by a black magic user, whom's objective was to awaken Syro's dominant power and use him as a living weapon.
He attempted a powerful unsealing method on the boy, but fortunately was backfired over Syro's shock and high mental unstability. Instead of the normal unsealing method taking place, the chaotic awakening of the boys power caused a Soul Reaping. Which transferred Syro's hidden corrupted half of his soul, into the Black magic users. In turn, half of his soul was transferred into Syro. This caused an unstable burst of power, allowing the boys parents to break out from the bind.
Amongst the shock, Syro's parents where able to quickly unseal the black magic user's extension of his soul and bind it into a saphirre jewel. Filling up the empty half with the legendary longsword, "Crimson Fang". Fortunately, they were also able to quickly transfer him to a safe location. Soon afterwards the young swordsman's parents where brutally slaughtered by the newly soul bounded menace.
After the chaotic events, word had spread through of the Ryuuki families death. And Syro, began to travel the multiverse, still unsure of what happened on that day.
So begins...
Syro Ryuuki's Story
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The door creaked as a young figure stepped through into the dojo, his attire was of the ordinary wearing blue jeans and a dark grey shirt. "Uh... Excuse me? I'm looking for the one who accepted my fight submission?" He would ask nervously.
The darkly dressed teenager nodded at the girl, surprised that he would be fighting against a cute girl of all people. He wanted to get stronger, but he was still uncertain if he could even learn anything from her yet due to her appearance "Uhh.. Well lets get started then, do you have any idea of what the rules should be?" He asked softly, maintaining his position next to the exit.
The boy would look at the woman quizzically, realising he had packed his longsword with him, he had intended to fight at full strength. But how can he in this situation... "Uhh, excuse me? But, I accidently brought a live sword with me and do you think I can go back and replace it with wooden one?" He would ask, not even realising how stupid an excuse he just made.
Syro Gulped as the woman dashed at him at a considerable speed, her right knuckle glowing iluminously, it seemed that this girl really was a threat.
With no choice but to fight back, he unsheathed the weapon strapped to his black and held it in his left hand, it appeared as a 15th Century English longsword, but the blade had a black outlining, and the hilt crimson.
With no time to dodge the frontal assault, he would attempt a blocking stance, turning the sword so the flat of the blade was facing the approaching girl. He also place his left palm on the flat end opposite of the end facing his foe. He would know dash at his enemy and attempt to absorb the impact.
Usually the strengthened steel of the sword would be able to absorb the impact of the attack, but that was not a certain possibility.
With no time to dodge the frontal assault, he would attempt a blocking stance, turning the sword so the flat of the blade was facing the approaching girl. He also place his left palm on the flat end opposite of the end facing his foe. He would know dash at his enemy and attempt to absorb the impact.
Usually the strengthened steel of the sword would be able to absorb the impact of the attack, but that was not a certain possibility.
Knocked back by the force of the blow, he retained his posture and lowered his blade. "Uhh... Syro, Syro Ryuuki." He answered, still bewildered from her playful tone.
Syro looked around, shocked by the sudden turn of events, the smokescreen completely filled his area of view.
But still, even if he cant hear, there's a good chance he will be able to hear her movements or maybe even sense the 'kill' of her attacks, Syro closed his eyes and focused on the sounds ricketing through the dojo.
About half a second after, the faint sound of treading wind closed in on him, causing him to roll to the side of the sound trajectory instictively.
Almost half a second later a sound accoured what seemed like a projectile clashing into a dojo wall, Syro sighed with relief, then immeadiently after, he felt a soft fist smash into his gut, as if his energy was being sapped away from him.
But still, even if he cant hear, there's a good chance he will be able to hear her movements or maybe even sense the 'kill' of her attacks, Syro closed his eyes and focused on the sounds ricketing through the dojo.
About half a second after, the faint sound of treading wind closed in on him, causing him to roll to the side of the sound trajectory instictively.
Almost half a second later a sound accoured what seemed like a projectile clashing into a dojo wall, Syro sighed with relief, then immeadiently after, he felt a soft fist smash into his gut, as if his energy was being sapped away from him.
Syro staggered as the pain started to fade. To think a girl this cute could wipe the floor with him like it was child's play, and she weren't even fighting at full strength.
Syro dashed at her at full speed, ignoring his wounds. 'I cant just hold out like this because she's a girl, I need to fight back here!' He would say to himself while coming in attacking range with the girl. He would swing a horizontal slash at the girl, hoping to sway her off guard for a counter attack. "Don't Underestimate me!"
Syro dashed at her at full speed, ignoring his wounds. 'I cant just hold out like this because she's a girl, I need to fight back here!' He would say to himself while coming in attacking range with the girl. He would swing a horizontal slash at the girl, hoping to sway her off guard for a counter attack. "Don't Underestimate me!"
The boy grunted as his sword collided with the circular barrier of light, the force of his strike rebounded and caused him to shift backwards slightly.
As it seems, the barrier probably has an affinity to guard physical attacks, but what would happen if it collided with a magical one?
Syro gripped both hands onto his sword tightly, a crimson aura emitted around around him as he focused his mana, creating an unusual stern in the air.
As it seems, the barrier probably has an affinity to guard physical attacks, but what would happen if it collided with a magical one?
Syro gripped both hands onto his sword tightly, a crimson aura emitted around around him as he focused his mana, creating an unusual stern in the air.
Syro grinned as a Crimson Red flame ignited from the tip of his blade. He lifted his Sword upwards, the tip pointing at the dojo ceiling, and swipped it down into thin air. Almost instantanously, a burst of flames in the shape of an arc scattered from the sword, approaching El at a blinding speed.
Smoke filled the dojo as the blade of light collided with Syro's fire technique. Deciding to give El a taste of her own medicine, he took advantage of the haze and quickly dashed around her, positioning himself on her right side.
Luckily, Syro still had some mana channelled into his sword. His sword now held in only one hand, he made a horizontal slash at the girl, and like before, a uncontrolled burst of flames released out of the sword, causing its glow to fade.
The setting changes from masters-dojo to Gambit's Bar
The thin figure looked back to see three people socialising 1 female, 2 male. They all looked of a different race, though Syro had no idea what. He looked back to the empty stool opposite him and began to eavesdrop the conversation out of boredom.
Syro stopped listening in on the strangers conversation and looked around to see a raven haired girl enter the bar. 'More people? Soon this place will be packed....' He said to himself, sighing.
Syro stood up from the stool, walking past all the groups that seemed to be in a endless conversation. All this time he had been sitting here relaxing, and he hadn't even bought himself a drink.
He stopped at the counter, ordering a simple glass of water, and sat infront of the counter, two seats away from the raven haired girl.
He stopped at the counter, ordering a simple glass of water, and sat infront of the counter, two seats away from the raven haired girl.
Syro stood up from his stool, feeling slightly relaxed. The Young Man walked through the slightly changed crowd. "Now... Where to go next?" He mumbled, looking around the room, maybe there was a dojo where he could sharpen his skills, well besides, it looked like he was about to find out.
He saw two people sitting down in the middle of the bar, one of them Syro had overheard was a doctor. And the other a woman who seemed to have fox-like attributes. He interrupted their now dull conversation, nervously asking: "Uhh, excuse me, but do you know where I can find the nearest dojo? I don't usually go to big cities and I'm kind of having trouble finding out how everything works around here."
He saw two people sitting down in the middle of the bar, one of them Syro had overheard was a doctor. And the other a woman who seemed to have fox-like attributes. He interrupted their now dull conversation, nervously asking: "Uhh, excuse me, but do you know where I can find the nearest dojo? I don't usually go to big cities and I'm kind of having trouble finding out how everything works around here."
Syro Nodded. "Alright, thankyou. I'll be going now." And with that he walked out, showing no hesitation.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Dark Woods
Syro sat against the tree, examining the cat girl that approached Xavier. He would stay quiet, wondering how this encounter will turn out.
Syro leaned against the solid oak tree, watching the two strangers interact. Fortunately, It seemed like no blood would be spilled, not yet anyway.
Syro staggered as he realised the man had noticed him. He lifted his back off the tree trunk. "Uhh.. Well." He was troubled with his words, not expecting a situation like this to occur. "I usually hang around here." He would point out, sticking to his current position.
The thin figures grin stayed unshifted. "Then I'll just have to kick your ass." He muttered with an arrogant tone. After all this boring travelling, a fight would be good.
"Fine then, bring it on old man!" Syro yelled, dashing at the man, then suddenly, an alarm quickly went off. "Sorry but time needs me laters".
The setting changes from dark-woods to Main Street
An darkly dressed young man walked through main street, irritated from the constant 'big city' noise that surrounded him. He really did prefer the countryside over this place, it was alot quieter, though after a long week of travelling, he needed to find somewhere nice to relax for once. 'As long as there is one quiet place in city, its fine with me.' Syro thought to himself while turning right into a side path.
As he walked down, he came across a quiet cafe at the bottom of the street, it looked quiet and barely occupied. So the traveller decided he would relax around this area. Infront of the peaceful cafe, lied a bench, one side occupied by a dark-haired woman. He sat down on the other side of the bench, nervously keeping eye contact from the woman.
As he walked down, he came across a quiet cafe at the bottom of the street, it looked quiet and barely occupied. So the traveller decided he would relax around this area. Infront of the peaceful cafe, lied a bench, one side occupied by a dark-haired woman. He sat down on the other side of the bench, nervously keeping eye contact from the woman.
Syro looked around the peaceful street, still unwilling to even look back at the woman. The teen had this problem with interacting with people, he usually travelled alone, so socialising for him wasn't exactly second nature.
He looked up at the starless night sky, polluted from the cities mass use of power plants and veichles. Back in the forest he could see every star in the sky, the occupants of this city sure were missing out.
He sighed and turned to the woman, gulping down all of his courage. Then to his surprise, he saw a faint dripple of water what looked like a tear trickle down her face. "Uhh, excuse me... But are you okay?" He asked softly, he didn't even mean to say that, but the words instinctively came right out of his mouth.
He looked up at the starless night sky, polluted from the cities mass use of power plants and veichles. Back in the forest he could see every star in the sky, the occupants of this city sure were missing out.
He sighed and turned to the woman, gulping down all of his courage. Then to his surprise, he saw a faint dripple of water what looked like a tear trickle down her face. "Uhh, excuse me... But are you okay?" He asked softly, he didn't even mean to say that, but the words instinctively came right out of his mouth.
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