~General Information~
Name: Lance Jones
Nickname/Alias: SoulSearcher
Weight: 150
Height: 6"2
Age: 19
Gender: Male
~Character Information~
Appearance:
Lance is tall, tanned and has no blemishes. He has the face of one much younger than he actually is. His hair is black and he wears his hair long, sliding down his back. His eyes are a silver-grey color. He has a very muscular build even though he looks slim at first glance. He is mainly built for speed. His back is filled with scars from past battles that he is proud to show off.
Clothing: He never wears a shirt, and his pants are as black as his hair, with a ripped look to them. He doesn't wear shoes either and there are tribal tattoos all over his arms and chest. His pans have many big pockets on them. He has a single rope with something from each person he has ever killed hanging from it.
Personality: Lance is known to most as cold and emotionless. He will kill others in a heartbeat, and does not except disobedience. When in and out of battle, he is completely calm until the beast inside gets angered. No one ever knows when they anger him. If they do then it is too late.
Even though he is ruthless towards his enemies, he is not evil. In fact, he knows love. Lance is an absolute ladies man. Not even realizing it, he is constantly wooing women , sometimes leaving them in heartbreak. It is said that that is what got him the name'the cold heart. He is a sucker for a pretty girl and would rather love than fight. But when he does fight a women, he seems to always end up in the most sexual positions. When it comes to men, he sees them all as a burden and a distraction to women that catch his attention. Though he is a natural flirt, Lance becomes very serious when presented with a mission. He carries it out with no holding back. Though he never slacks on a mission, he can always be heard saying, that if he has to choose between the mission, and the girl he loves, that would be one mission he would be glad to fail.
~Saint Beast Rank~
Rank:Beast Lord
Beast Information~
Beast type: Dragon
Beast Look:
A man with Wings that spread fifteen feet on each side, a long powerful tail, and scale armor all over except for his head. The armor as well as the wings and tail are all a reddish color. His eyes turn from a silver-grey color to red with dark vertical slits going through them. This is his half transformation. In his full transformation, he looks exactly like a dragon, from the sharp teeth to the scaley face, he becomes a great beast and grows in size by four times.
Beast Power: Shoots Fire and ice from mouth, hands and eyes. Fire proof, can fly
Beast Specialty: Enhance Speed, Enhance Strength, Enhanced Sight
~Powers~
Name:Dragon roar
Range:Long
InfoThe user shoots a powerful beam of fire out of his mouth that is nearly unstoppable.
Name:Dragon Shield
Range:Close
InfoA shield of flames erupt from the users back shaped as wings, guarding him from oncoming attacks.
Name:Dragon Assault
Range:Mid
InfoThe user becomes beast like, overpowering the opponent by sending thirty quick strikes at them at once.
Name:Dragon Destruction
Range:Long
InfoThe user creates a condensed ball of spiritual energy that spreads out thirty km, incinerating anything in its path.
Name:Dragons Healing Flames
Range:Close
InfoWarm flames leak out of the users hands, healing dot too serious wounds within seconds.
~History~
History/Background Story:
Before Beast Fuse Arc:
Lance was a regular boy that attended school and trying to become a professor. He always had a good head on his shoulders, studying all the time. Though he seemed normal, he always had a high spiritual pressure, being able to see things he shouldn't
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Beast Fuse Arc:
After being fused with the beast, Lance went from calm young man to dangerous animal. He moved up and became one of the most powerful of his kind. He is not known as evil or good, he just does things for his own gain.
~RP Sample~
Roleplay Sample:
Hope. Though he thought of himself as the farthest thing from it Riku had been given the name by the citizens of this damned city. When he looked at himself, he saw no hope, but he saw just another shinobi, trying to get by. Looking out over the balcony, Riku watched the people live from day to day, the weak being taken control of by the poor. That was just the type of village it was. If you were not strong then you better become strong or live to be someones plaything. He was not hope. If he was, he would be doing something about this rather than watching it. He sighed as he looked up in the sky. It seemed as if permanent clouds blocked the sun from them, a ray of sunshine seldom breaking though. Now that was hope. The small ray of light that showed them that they could someday see the sun. Giving them hope of a brighter future. Riku could not compare himself to that. He was not hope, but someday, he would show them hope.
Seeing a thug steal a piece of bread from a poor orphan. Disappearing he reappeared in front of the thug, hitting him with a temporary paralysis. Then looking at the little girl, he spoke. " He stole your food, what will you do to punish him?" The girl looked up at him hopeless. He took out a kunai and handed it to her. "Do what you have to do before he gets up," he said before he disappeared. Some would say that what he did was heartless, but is was what the girl needed to survive. He would make this city strong yet.