RWBY: The RPG A role playing website based on Monty Oum's RWBY. Create your own character and weapon. Choose to protect the peace, or ruin it. |
| | Byron Hatter | |
| | Author | Message |
---|
Cheshire Schrodinger Events Minion
Posts : 2205 Join date : 2013-10-16 Location : I Am Everywhere and Nowhere...
| Subject: Byron Hatter Sat Nov 09, 2013 4:39 am | |
| CHARACTERName: Byron Hatter Age: 18 Gender: Male (human) Symbol: A tea cup with three spades. Occupation: Student hunter at Beacon Academy Appearance: 6'3 ft. tall, black hair, colorful clothing. Always wear the same top hat. Has a leather eyepatch over left eye. http://redscar-nova.deviantart.com/art/Byron-Hatters-410311066- Spoiler:
History: - Spoiler:
There once was a man named Byron Hatters. He was a mere cobbler, a maker and seller of hats and head accessories of all sorts. He was rather proud of his work and his craft. He would always walk around with his favorite hat, a black shiny top hat with a white ribbon. He was known as the hatter and recognized as the hatter simply because of his signature hat.
Byron loved his wife and his family, everyday always smiling and laughing. Byron was well known among the other villagers. He lived in small village in the kingdom of Vale that doesn’t exactly make its profit out of tourist money. He lived a simple life in this village. It didn’t seem like anything could get him down. He had a steady job, a peaceful life, a wonderful wife, and two smiling children. He even had a small bundle resting within his wife just waiting to come into his life as well. He lived the life every man wanted.
Byron Hatters cherished his son and was beyond proud of him. At a young age he taught him how to sew and like a genius had already started crafting wonderful hats and even clothing. He was overprotective of his daughter, going out of his way to make sure she would not play with any of the other boys besides her big brother. Byron would always brag about his son and spent all of his free time bonding with his son and daughter.
“Higher big brother! Higher!” the daughter laughed as she sat on the swing. Her brother just laughed and gave in to her demands. The little boy was beyond spineless when it came to his little sister and always did whatever she asked of him.
After coming back from elementary school, they would immediately go to the backyard and play just like this until their father came home. Their mother would just watch them out of the window as she prepared a warm dinner for them all to enjoy.
When their father came home, Byron would walk around the house with a smile on his face and went to his children. His son and his daughter would run to him and he would pick them both up in his arms and bring them squirming inside of the house.
Dong…. Dong…… Dong….. Dong…… Dong….. Dong…..
The old grandfather clock would sound, striking six times to indicate six o’clock. Everyday it would do this mere moments after Byron would come home and every time he would chuckle amusingly as his son would chime in, “Ah! It’s tea time!”
Byron would sit down with his children and enjoy a cup of tea with them as they wait for dinner to be ready, laughing and smiling all the way. Byron enjoyed this time the most. Byron was a happy man. This was what he believed until that day came….
It was a beautiful afternoon. Byron had finished his work early and came home a little earlier then usual. He still found his children playing in the yard and picked them up in his arms bringing them into the house. It seemed like another day of fun and laughter when screaming was heard from outside.
Byron told his family to stay back as he grabbed the rifle mounted over the fireplace. He cautiously went to the front door and opened it to see something that would change everything.
The town was set ablaze in fire, men, women, and children everywhere running around screaming in panic. Running across the streets, attacking anyone too slow to outrun them, and smashing and tearing things apart without thought were countless numbers of the creatures of Grimm. The village men tried to fend off the demons but none were skilled enough to deal with such ferocious numbers and were torn to bloody shreds and devoured in mere seconds. Byron gawked in disbelief at the sight of this bloody chaos and destruction when a blood covered beowolf spotted him. Byron slammed the door shut locking it.
He ran back to his family telling them to sneak out the back. His wife tried to argue with him but in the end took she took their daughter, and led her to the back. His son refused to leave though. He refused to leave his father. Before Byron could yell at his son to leave, the door was smashed apart and a bloodied pack of beowolves slowly stalked into the house. His wife and daughter were mere meters away from the back door when it as well burst open and more of the canine monsters of Grimm entered the house. Screaming, she fled with the daughter back into the living room only to witness the front door shattering to let in more beowolves. She stopped frozen holding onto her daughter meters away from her husband and son.
Byron rose up the rifle with quivering, shivering hands as the Grimm approached. He could hear more coming their way from the back. He looked at the Grimm, their blood red eyes glaring back at him.
“Daddy…” his son whimpered shaking in fear. He clutched his father with trembling hands if only to lessen his fear of the inevitable death to come. And then… everything turned red….
~~
“LET GO OF ME!” Byron yelled. He raised his rifle and slammed the butt of the gun right into his son’s face, knocking the small boy off of him and immediately ran.
His son fell back against the floor. The left side of his face felt blazing hot and blood began to pour. The boy tried to get back up but his legs refused to work and he started crying. “Daddy…. Daddy!”
Byron ran towards a window, ready to break it open and escape the Grimm. The son watched him with what little sight he still had with scarlet blood running down half of his face. He couldn’t understand what was happening. It hurts… it hurts so much yet his father did not care. The boy tried to turn to his mother and pleaded for help. His mother looked at him and at the beowolves slowly coming into the house. She turned on her heels holding her daughter’s hand and ran as fast as she can muster to another window.
Byron looked back just the once in time to see the wall collapse, his wife and daughter only a few feet away as a death stalker came in. Even more of the Beowolf pack came through the newly forced hole in the wall and aimed their fangs at his wife and daughter, his son still unable to stand up paralyzed in fear and pain. Byron turned away and continued running to the window.
The Beowolves were more impatient then their slowly approaching brethren and ran on all fours towards the mother and daughter. The daughter was crying as the black demons came but did not scream as she clutched tightly to her mother. She only screamed with the mother pushed her away and ran. The little girl fell to the ground and looked up only to see the bone mask of a Beowolf. The beasts tore at her, ripping apart her flesh bit by bit, her innards spilling out as the beasts shredded her apart.
“MOMMY! DADDY! BIG BROTHER!” she screamed and cried until a beowolf bit down on her throat. Her blood splattered and spilled as the demons tore at her small body. Her mother did not even turn to look. She tried to run, she tried to escape, only to find the giant stinger emerge from her chest.
The death stalker removed the stinger impaled through her body. She swayed and stumbled for a moment, a look of shock and fear in her eyes before the death stalker swung its stinger back down over and over again, stabbing at the woman repeatedly. The raw flesh was torn, blood spilling out every time a stinger was removed. The death stalker’s claws reached out grabbing both of her arms. She tried to scream and squirm away even as the claws clamped down and the death stalker pulled the limbs apart. She screamed she her arms were ripped from her shoulders, feeling her flesh rip, every string of muscle tearing apart, and the snap of her bones breaking off. She tried to crawl but the death stalker clamped a claw down on her foot. She tried to squirm away, bleeding a screaming even though she was long on the verge of dying from the stabs through her body, her organs failing bit-by-bit tormenting her insides. The death stalker reeled its tail and swung its stinger down one last time. The stinger was brought down with terrible force down through the small of her back. The stinger completely broke through and cut her in half, her legs thrown off her body. She screamed louder then ever as blood poured from where her limbs were ripped. Her screams lasted mere seconds as the death stalker gripped a claw over her head and the other on her torso. Her screams were heard until the end as the death stalker tore her in half, a fountain of blood spraying from her pieces, her screaming silent.
The sound of his daughter crying and his wife screaming rang in Byron’s ears. He could hear them still even though they have been silenced, still echoing in his head but he did not turn or looked back. He only stopped a step away from the window. Byron shattered the glass with his rifle and raised a foot up onto the sill to climb out.
The beowolves attacked him then. They pounced on him from the side and threw him to the ground. He tried to shoot his rifle but the beowolves had him pinned and surrounded. The first set of fangs clamped down on Byron’s stomach and tore it open. Next the beowolves scrambled over each other to rip out his innards, each organ dangling out of a demon’s maw. Though his innards were torn at, it was only minor organs and tissue. The organs that supported his life, his heart, his lungs, and every other organ that keeps one living kept him alive as his flesh and innards were devoured. He screamed and yelled but it would not stop. His looked to the side to see the bloodied mess of his daughter and the limbs of his wife clutched between the fangs and claws of a number of the monstrous beasts of Grimm. He saw his son, sitting on his knees with a look of disbelief and confusion on his pale face, crimson blood going down the side of his face as the creatures of Grimm slowly surrounded and approached him. Byron could only watch as the Grimm surrounded his son, ready to devour him mercilessly.
His son’s eyes wandered around in a daze. He looked at his little sister devoured at shredded apart, his mother chopped up limb by limb and distributed among hungering demons, and his father been tormented alive as he suffered a pain beyond death. He could see the creatures of Grimm surrounding him, ready to tear him apart, but he could only sit there in confusion. He kept on wondering… questioning… he just couldn’t understand what was happening.
His mother abandoned him and then she abandoned his sister. His father hit him and left him to die as he escapes. His lips just kept on mouthing, “Why…. Why… Why…” without making a single sound. The creatures of Grimm surrounded Byron’s son.
Everything turned red… then it turned black.
A beowolf snapped down on Byron’s throat and shook around his limp bloodied body, still somehow alive while in pain beyond comprehension. As he was shook around his hat was thrown off his body. The beowolf bit down even harder, blood spraying from his throat as more of the crimson plasma spilled from his body and drenching the hat as it bounced off a few feet and rolled.
The hat rolled between the legs of one beowolf and stopped just in front of Byron’s son.
The son’s eye looked down at the blood drenched hat. He reached over even as the grimm slowly surrounded him and grasped the hat in his hands. He stared at it as he brought it towards him. Slowly he raised it up, and rested Byron’s hat on his head. This was the last thing Byron saw as a Beowolf clamped its fangs over his face.
The son watched as his father was torn apart, the hat now resting on his head as his hands fall to the sides limply. The wet blood dripped from the hat and ran down his face adding to his own blood. He looked around. Time seemed to have slowed. The grimm were slowly approaching, his family was shredded mercilessly and devoured before his eyes. He saw all of this yet none of that was what wandered in his mind.
He could only remember how his father hit him and abandoned him, how his mother abandoned him, how his happy joyous world of smiles and laughter had vanished in an instant. He can only wonder, “Why?” He wondered and wondered this. He could not understand. He refused to understand.
Dong…. Dong….
The old grandfather clock tolled again making the surrounding grimm flinch and stop for a moment as the loud clock tolled.
Dong…. Dong…
The young boy knew he was going to die. He could still hear his father’s now gurgled bloodied screams. The blood of his father who had abandoned him dripped from the hat still, slowly covering his face in the crimson plasma.
Dong….
The bell tolled and rang through the boy’s ears, his mind still scrambled in confusion. He could not understand. He did not want to understand. In the end though, deep inside who understood everything…
… Dong
The clock rang once last time. No longer distracted, the grimm continued their approached towards the little boy. They bared their fangs and claws ready to tear at the boy and devour his soft flesh mercilessly. The boy remained silent. He did not speak, he did not scream, he did not make a sound the whole time. The bell rang and echoed, the bloodied screams of his father becoming quieter and quieter. When the grandfather clock finally went silent, the boy only said one single phrase.
“Oh…. It’s tea time….”
~~~~
The creatures of grimm stopped. They did not move or approach the boy. They only stared and observed him as if curious or confused. Byron’s screams have completely stopped and his son still sat on his knees with his head bowed remaining deathly quiet.
The creatures of grimm neither harmed nor touched him. Just stood back and stared. Nothing happened and nothing moved. It was as if the moment the clock rang for six, time itself had stopped right then.
Suddenly, an explosion rang. A large chunk of the beowolf pack was set ablaze. As the demons turned to the source, a team of hunters and huntresses had already jumped in and started slaying the beasts one by one. The nether stalker snapped its claws and stinger at them but fell along with the beowolves. Blades, bullets, and dust flashed through the air back and forth as the hunters and huntresses slew the beasts. Within seconds, bodies and limbs of dead beowolves littered the ground.
“This is so terrible,” a huntress commented after the battle as she looked around the house. “I can’t believe we let this happen. If only we were here sooner…”
“…. The boy,” a hunter grunted pointing at the young son.
“…. I’m so sorry,” the huntress whispered as she approached him. “It’ll be alright. You’re safe now…. Be strong okay?”
She whispered this as if speaking to a crying child but no tears were on the boy’s blood drenched face. He only stared at her with a blank lifeless eye and a scarred bleeding eye. She looked the wound and looked at him in pity.
“Your left eye is completely crushed…. I’m sorry… it’ll be okay, I promise,” she whispered to him.
“…. Boy is lucky everything considered. We came just before the grimm were about to kill him,” the hunter commented. Neither of them knew that the grimm had no intention or made any attempt to harm the boy for well over thirteen minutes before they had come.
“…. I’m going to adopt him,” the huntress said abruptly. The hunter sputtered for a second and gawked at her.
“Are you nuts!? You’re not even married!” he yelled at her. The huntress shook her head defiantly.
“I can’t just abandon this boy after what he was forced to witness. I’m going to take care of him and raise him and that’s final!” she stated confidently. “I’m not getting married anytime soon anyway but I’ve always wanted a kid. This is perfect.”
The hunter just rolled his eyes and groaned as he turned away and walked off. The huntress smiled at the boy and placed a comforting hand on his face. Her smile turned into a confused frown for a moment. Something felt strange but she did not know what. She pushed the feeling aside and continued to comfort the boy with a smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll raise you to be strong and smart and charming…” she whispered to him though he showed know sign of hearing her. “… Can you tell me your name?
“… The second…” the boy finally replied. “My name is…. Byron Hatters II….”
“I see,” she smiled. She wrapped her arms around him to comfort him. Her muscles tensed and she started feeling nervous but she pushed it off as anxiety considering that she just became a parent. She lifted the boy up like the child he was and carried him off. The bloodied hat remained attached to his head.
“… Why do you fight,” Byron asked as she carried him.
“Hm?” was her reply at the sudden question. “Um… because they’re evil I guess. They attack and kill humans and it’s my job to stop them.”
“Why?” Byron asked. The boy did not seem content with that answer. “Why do the grimm attack humans?”
“Well…. You see everybody has this thing called aura,” she explained patiently. “Aura is… I guess you can say that aura is the light. It is the light that guides and protects us from the darkness. The creatures of grimm are creatures of that very darkness, and by nature the darkness will always try to destroy the light.”
The huntress nodded and smiled to herself proud of her mashed up answer. “The creatures of the darkness, the creatures of grimm, will always try to kill us all because we have the light.”
“…. I see,” Byron murmured. She had answered everything.
The darkness will always try to destroy the light… The creatures of the darkness…. Will always try to us… we have the light….
The creatures of grimm kill those who posses the light thought the young Byron. The creatures of grimm did not kill me… they did not want to kill me… they didn’t need to kill me… because… the light… has abandoned me…
~~~~~~
Epilogue:
The room has shelves upon shelves of stuffed animals and fanciful kitchenware. The bed sat neatly made to the side, the window opened to let in the sunlight and subtle wind. In the middle of the room was a long table with five chairs. Four of the chairs were empty. A tall eighteen-year-old boy wearing a tailcoat, checkered pants, white gloves, and a red top hat sat on the fifth chair sipping a cup of tea with a smile.
The sound of a sudden and quick pop came from the doorway. Byron looked over to see his guardian, a huntress now in her prime thirties, standing there smiling with a party popper.
“The mail just came in~” she hummed happily. She showed Byron a crisp white envelope with an already broken wax seal. “You got accepted into Beacon! I’m so proud of you!”
“Why that’s fantastic,” Byron smiled as he sipped his tea. “I owe it all to your training.”
“Oh don’t be so modest,” she jeered playfully. “I may have taught you a few things but you took off to the skies with your own wings and you’re still rising up to space! We are so celebrating. I am going to call my friends and get some to go from your favorite steak place! Oh! You deserve a present too! What do you want? It’s a special occasion so don’t be afraid to ask whatever.”
“A kitty,” Byron said plainly.
“Another stuffed animal?” the huntress frowned. “Geez, you never seem to grow up yet you pass the hours off with a cup of tea everyday like some old lady. Fine, I’ll pick up a cute little toy cat. I’ll be back.”
With that the huntress went off to make her calls on her cell while getting into her car to drive off.
Byron sat there with a smile on his face sipping his tea. “So I got accepted into Beacon huh…?”
A thump was heard to the left. Byron looked over to see a white cat on the sill. Without waiting for an invitation it leapt into the room and strolled over to the smiling teenager. It hopped right onto his lap and purred as he stroked her.
“My, my, my, I feed you a few times and you just keep on coming,” Byron smiled as he petted the small white cat. He grabbed a piece of pocky from his plate of tea snacks and fed the uncovered part to the cat. The little feline nibbled on the cookie happily. “Such a nice little kitty…”
Dong…. Dong…. Dong…. Dong….
The cat’s ears perked up at the sound of the wall clock tolling but otherwise continued to happily nibble on the treat as it lay on Byron’s lap. Byron smiled as he watched the cat nibble on his fingers as his other hand reached into his pocket.
He slowly pulled out a pair of sharp sewing scissors. They made a sharp sound as he opened the blades but the wall clock’s bell drowned out the sound for the cat. He slowly brought the scissors towards the cat, the blades inching closer to the neck.
Dong…. Dong….
“Oh…. It’s tea time…”
Personality: Always smiling and acting casual around others. He seems to though lack compassion or care. He neither reacts nor cares at the sight of injury or death alike. His approach towards other people makes him seem like "everybody's best friend" but in reality he thinks of no one as a friend in the slightest. Sometimes, mostly during battle, he would show a wilder side to him that may be considered downright insane. In truth, he really is insane. Byron is downright mad and mentally broken in ways beyond natural signs of madness. His insanity is up to the point that certain functions of his brains completely fail all together or is by least completely unnoticed or ignored. He's what one would consider a "wild card" being unable to determine whether or not he is friend or foe in any situation. All of his insanity and madness is hidden behind his casual smile and friendliness. Although he acts like a normal nice guy, his mental state is beyond comprehension. Though very sociable, he's less then a team player. When time comes when he must fight, he often shows little care or thought to whether or not his comrade(s) get caught in the crossfire accidentally. Despite all of this, he has a rather childish side as well. While some people may have a sweet tooth, every single tooth in Byron's mouth IS a sweet tooth. He enjoys a cheery cup of tea everyday and has a rather strange hobby of collecting cute things, mostly stuffed animals. When it comes to sexual interests, he has none. He sees no difference in gender or race, only "enemy" and "ally". Strength: Madness* Limit break: A human's brain subconsciously limit's a human's strength to 10% of his full potential because a human's body is unable to withstand its own full strength. Byron's insanity has completely destroyed this part of his subconscious rationality. This part of his brain is now unable to recognize his own body's limits. This allows him access to up to 100% of his strength, roughly 10x the strength of an average man. His muscular structure though is only about the same as an average hunter, just the right build and tone to carry and swing a weapon and maybe win at arm wrestling a few times. Multiplied by ten, he has access to enough strength at 100% to lift a small car but not enough to throw it. * Numb: The part of his brain that registers pain and feeling is no longer able to recognize or understand pain. Even if shot or stabbed, Byron literally does not feel it and sometimes doesn't even realize it had happened in the first place. He does not suffer from strain, recoil, or anything else that results from actually feeling things or registering pain. * Fearless: His mind is unable to register fear or anxiety. He is unburdened by hesitation or caution. He can not be intimidated or scared and does not even flinch when attacked. * Mad Tea Party: Sometimes during combat situations, Byron would go into a mad state that can be considered a form of berserker. His mad rush of power makes him rage the battlefield wildly. His attacks are faster and the increase in acceleration makes his physical attacks more lethal. This state of mind is triggered only at 6 o'clock in the evening and lasts for only 6 minutes. Weakness:MADNESS:* Limit Break: He has no actual control over this power. By default he uses the standard 10% but during battle this can fluctuate from 10 to 80 then down to 30 and up to 50 without his consent. Though the ability to break his limits gives him access to monstrous strength at times, this does not change the fact that he has a normal human body. Going past 10% up to 30% is pushing it and anything above that can break down his body, breaking his own bones or tearing his own muscles apart. Even though he does not feel the pain or strain, there is only such a limit where his body is damaged so much he can't even force it to move properly or at all. * Numb: Even though he does not feel pain, he does still receive damage and injury just like a regular person, he just doesn't feel or react to it. Unable to feel pain, he has no awareness of his physical state. He could be bleeding to death and would not realize it or his leg is on fire and he would not feel his flesh burn. This inability to realize his own physical state means he would continue strenuous combat even though he requires serious medical attention or is unable to deal with a problem like being on fire or such before it becomes worse then it need to be before he even notices. He easily succumbs to damage due to this. * Fearless: Ignorant of fear, Byron has literally no caution. He would literally head straight into danger with out a care. This has led him to getting hit easily without him even feeling it. He never hesitates meaning an enemy could be lunging right at him when he gets close for a melee attack and Byron would not even try to dodge and would continue running his blade through the enemy despite and won't even flinch when struck at the same time. He ends up letting attacks just plain hit him a lot due to this. * Mad Tea Party: This state of mind happens suddenly without warning right at 6 o'clock. Though it doesn't result in anything completely terrible in normal situations most of the time, when in combat and this state happens to him, regardless of position of situation it would happen and he would go into a state completely devoid of rationality. This state also only lasts for 6 minutes after 6 o'clock so the damage he can even do with this in the first place is limited for a very short amount of time and is over within three turns. Mad Tea party also increases strain on his muscle structure and after the six minutes, Byron moves a little slower then usual. * Undefended: Though usually his weapon defends his back and his sides easily enough he can still be hit and damaged. Unlike others though who rely on aura to lighten or deflect blows, he is unable to do that in any form, thus attacks inflicted on him do more damage then average. * Literal Dead Eye: Though trained to somewhat work around it, Byron's blind eye makes his accuracy a little less then any other gunslinger with the same amount of training he had. His dead eye also gives him a blind spot, making his left side more vulnerable to a surprise attack Semblance: Wonderland: Invokes disturbing illusions that confuses and disorientates the enemy by making them see a world devoid of reason or sanity. The illusions may sometimes take the form of an enemy's nightmare or fear causing a fear effect. The illusions only turns the world into an alternate fake reality and does not change or hides the appearance of Byron or anyone else but it does cause coordination to be compromised making the enemy miss more often without even the need to try to dodge. The illusions are not lethal in any way or have any physical properties. It does though have a 10% chance of putting the enemy into a "dream" state and immobilizes said enemy for a random amount of time depending on the enemy's willpower and intellectual level. Fighting Style: To put it in one word, "unpredictable". Byron fights completely on instinct and just goes with whatever feels right. In general he favors long range combat and would try to keep his distance as he fires his guns. When forced in close combat, he uses the blades jotting out of his guns in frontal slashes and thrusts. He often likes to perform a rotating movement causing the mantel of swords to lift the blades up parallel to the ground and slices nearby enemies like a buzz saw or by least bashes them aside with the broad side of the blades. He tends to cause massive destruction as well as heavy collateral damage. Extra Info: The light, his aura, had abandoned Byron ever since the incident. In its stead is a nameless force devoid of light. It holds the same properties as aura. Aura level meters would read it the same as it does aura It even decreases the same as aura would when performing strenuous tasks or when damaged in combat and in all other traits it is the same as aura, except it neither protects him from harm or heals his wounds. It can not be used in aura weaponry or used for defensive ability in any way, thus he takes more then average damage. This thing devoid of light has come to be called "Abyss" by Byron. Though Byron is well aware that his Abyss is not a form of aura but something else, as far as aura meters or other people are able to tell it is simply normal aura so Byron has been able to pass it on as such unnoticed. WEAPONName: Thanatos Primary Form: A coffin with a clock on it. It is carried around like a backpack and is less then subtle. Byron's Symbol is printed on the back side. Written underneath it in script is "How is a raven like a writing desk?" Secondary Form: - Spoiler:
Transformation description: The coffin would flip open. Afterwards and mechanically controlled wire extends to release the mantle of broad swords which around which slide on top of each other when compacting. The same mechanical wire remains stiff and stays in place and position at an angle. The guns which are connected to the mantle by sturdy titanium chains have both the barrel and handle as well as the blades folded or retracted into the gun but unfold and pop out once the weapon is deployed. Weapon info and usage: The blades can be pushed outwards by Byron but will remain in a fixed place one pushed by another force from outside. A sudden turn or movement such as a quick spin and rotation of the entire body can also make the blades lift up like helicopter blades. The twin guns shoot 9 mm sharpened tipped steel core bullets at a bullet speed of 900 mph with a reload time of .8 seconds between firing and a max. range of over 900 m. The bullets are less effective the closer the target and more lethal the farther it is. The barrels can also retract and the bottom part of the gun will open a latch containing a 1000 mm fire dust filled explosive rocket propelled grenade. Each gun holds one and can only be shot once each. Effective explosive range is roughly a 18 ft. radius. The firing speed itself is rather slow traveling at only 10 mph giving any enemy plenty of room to simply run out of range so this function is mostly used only on extremely large Grimm or a large gathered group of enemies. History: Thanatos's name is derived from the name of the Greek god of death who worked under Hades to brings souls to the Underworld. The form this god is often depicted by is often that of a black winged cupid and carrying a jagged sword. This could be reference to the mantle of blades the weapon has in combat form that somethings seem like wings. The god Thanatos's personality is often considered one of burning hatred for humanity and life itself and takes pleasure in ending it at every opportunity. This may also reference to other things. Custom built by Byron Hatters in combat school. Byron designed it with one thing in mind, "Let's have some fun". The mantle of broad swords as well as the ominous coffin in the back act as Byron's only defense from the back and the sides though his lack of caution often makes that bit pretty pointless. He often gets worried stares or harassed by local law enforcement carrying around a giant coffin everywhere he goes but anybody who has seen it in actual combat form will blatantly say that the coffin is less frightening. The clock works as an actual clock, and rings like a grandfather clock whenever a new hour comes. Though fairly heavy, Byron shows little problem carrying it around. ~~~ WEAPONName: Mad Hat Primary Form: - Spoiler:
Inside the hat is a handle with a trigger. Pulling the trigger can shoot a steel core pointed tipped bullet from a short barrel revolver. Bullet is launched through the hole at the top of the hat. Secondary Form: Visual in second half of the picture above. The top flattens down and blades pop out of the brim of the hat and a coil of chains is unleashed. This form acts as a sort of razor disc weapon that can be thrown like a frizbee and pulled around using the chain whip. Tertiary Form: - Spoiler:
The blades, connected by steel wire, are pulled together to make a full long sword with a forty foot chain whip jotting from the pommel. At the other end of the chain whip is a heavy weight shaped like a spade. In this form the trigger is still available to shoot the small revolver rounds but the main feature is a small switch on the handle that can be pressed to loosen the steel strong keeping the blade together turning the sword into a sword of a bladed whip. History: The hat belonged to his father who had received it from his grandfather, a long retired hunter, as a family heirloom. Though his father never learned to use the hat as a weapon, Byron trained in its usage before creating Thanatos. Still attached to the hat, Byron continues to wear it, but he hardly uses it."
Last edited by Cheshire Schrodinger on Sat Feb 22, 2014 10:39 pm; edited 8 times in total (Reason for editing : Fixing link errors) | |
| | | Drake Ferrox Moderator
Posts : 642 Join date : 2013-09-20 Location : Hull, England
| Subject: Re: Byron Hatter Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:15 am | |
| Approval +1. Rather like this one. Has potential to it. | |
| | | Navolas2 Site Owner
Posts : 617 Join date : 2013-08-26 Age : 30
| Subject: Re: Byron Hatter Mon Nov 11, 2013 5:39 pm | |
| | |
| | | Kooplah Head Admin
Posts : 1380 Join date : 2013-09-05
| Subject: Re: Byron Hatter Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:28 pm | |
| - Boop:
CHARACTERName: Byron Hatter Age: 18 Gender: Male (human) Symbol: A tea cup with three spades. Occupation: Student hunter recently accepted to Beacon Academy Appearance: 6'2 ft. tall, black hair, colorful clothing. Always wear the same top hat. Has a leather eyepatch over left eye. http://redscar-nova.deviantart.com/art/Byron-Hatters-410311066- Spoiler:
History: - Spoiler:
There once was a man named Byron Hatters. He was a mere cobbler, a maker and seller of hats and head accessories of all sorts. He was rather proud of his work and his craft. He would always walk around with his favorite hat, a black shiny top hat with a white ribbon. He was known as the hatter and recognized as the hatter simply because of his signature hat.
Byron loved his wife and his family, everyday always smiling and laughing. Byron was well known among the other villagers. He lived in small village in the kingdom of Vale that doesn’t exactly make its profit out of tourist money. He lived a simple life in this village. It didn’t seem like anything could get him down. He had a steady job, a peaceful life, a wonderful wife, and two smiling children. He even had a small bundle resting within his wife just waiting to come into his life as well. He lived the life every man wanted.
Byron Hatters cherished his son and was beyond proud of him. At a young age he taught him how to sew and like a genius had already started crafting wonderful hats and even clothing. He was overprotective of his daughter, going out of his way to make sure she would not play with any of the other boys besides her big brother. Byron would always brag about his son and spent all of his free time bonding with his son and daughter.
“Higher big brother! Higher!” the daughter laughed as she sat on the swing. Her brother just laughed and gave in to her demands. The little boy was beyond spineless when it came to his little sister and always did whatever she asked of him.
After coming back from elementary school, they would immediately go to the backyard and play just like this until their father came home. Their mother would just watch them out of the window as she prepared a warm dinner for them all to enjoy.
When their father came home, Byron would walk around the house with a smile on his face and went to his children. His son and his daughter would run to him and he would pick them both up in his arms and bring them squirming inside of the house.
Dong…. Dong…… Dong….. Dong…… Dong….. Dong…..
The old grandfather clock would sound, striking six times to indicate six o’clock. Everyday it would do this mere moments after Byron would come home and every time he would chuckle amusingly as his son would chime in, “Ah! It’s tea time!”
Byron would sit down with his children and enjoy a cup of tea with them as they wait for dinner to be ready, laughing and smiling all the way. Byron enjoyed this time the most. Byron was a happy man. This was what he believed until that day came….
It was a beautiful afternoon. Byron had finished his work early and came home a little earlier then usual. He still found his children playing in the yard and picked them up in his arms bringing them into the house. It seemed like another day of fun and laughter when screaming was heard from outside.
Byron told his family to stay back as he grabbed the rifle mounted over the fireplace. He cautiously went to the front door and opened it to see something that would change everything.
The town was set ablaze in fire, men, women, and children everywhere running around screaming in panic. Running across the streets, attacking anyone too slow to outrun them, and smashing and tearing things apart without thought were countless numbers of the creatures of Grimm. The village men tried to fend off the demons but none were skilled enough to deal with such ferocious numbers and were torn to bloody shreds and devoured in mere seconds. Byron gawked in disbelief at the sight of this bloody chaos and destruction when a blood covered beowolf spotted him. Byron slammed the door shut locking it.
He ran back to his family telling them to sneak out the back. His wife tried to argue with him but in the end took she took their daughter, and led her to the back. His son refused to leave though. He refused to leave his father. Before Byron could yell at his son to leave, the door was smashed apart and a bloodied pack of beowolves slowly stalked into the house. His wife and daughter were mere meters away from the back door when it as well burst open and more of the canine monsters of Grimm entered the house. Screaming, she fled with the daughter back into the living room only to witness the front door shattering to let in more beowolves. She stopped frozen holding onto her daughter meters away from her husband and son.
Byron rose up the rifle with quivering, shivering hands as the Grimm approached. He could hear more coming their way from the back. He looked at the Grimm, their blood red eyes glaring back at him.
“Daddy…” his son whimpered shaking in fear. He clutched his father with trembling hands if only to lessen his fear of the inevitable death to come. And then… everything turned red….
~~
“LET GO OF ME!” Byron yelled. He raised his rifle and slammed the butt of the gun right into his son’s face, knocking the small boy off of him and immediately ran.
His son fell back against the floor. The left side of his face felt blazing hot and blood began to pour. The boy tried to get back up but his legs refused to work and he started crying. “Daddy…. Daddy!”
Byron ran towards a window, ready to break it open and escape the Grimm. The son watched him with what little sight he still had with scarlet blood running down half of his face. He couldn’t understand what was happening. It hurts… it hurts so much yet his father did not care. The boy tried to turn to his mother and pleaded for help. His mother looked at him and at the beowolves slowly coming into the house. She turned on her heels holding her daughter’s hand and ran as fast as she can muster to another window.
Byron looked back just the once in time to see the wall collapse, his wife and daughter only a few feet away as a death stalker came in. Even more of the Beowolf pack came through the newly forced hole in the wall and aimed their fangs at his wife and daughter, his son still unable to stand up paralyzed in fear and pain. Byron turned away and continued running to the window.
The Beowolves were more impatient then their slowly approaching brethren and ran on all fours towards the mother and daughter. The daughter was crying as the black demons came but did not scream as she clutched tightly to her mother. She only screamed with the mother pushed her away and ran. The little girl fell to the ground and looked up only to see the bone mask of a Beowolf. The beasts tore at her, ripping apart her flesh bit by bit, her innards spilling out as the beasts shredded her apart.
“MOMMY! DADDY! BIG BROTHER!” she screamed and cried until a beowolf bit down on her throat. Her blood splattered and spilled as the demons tore at her small body. Her mother did not even turn to look. She tried to run, she tried to escape, only to find the giant stinger emerge from her chest.
The death stalker removed the stinger impaled through her body. She swayed and stumbled for a moment, a look of shock and fear in her eyes before the death stalker swung its stinger back down over and over again, stabbing at the woman repeatedly. The raw flesh was torn, blood spilling out every time a stinger was removed. The death stalker’s claws reached out grabbing both of her arms. She tried to scream and squirm away even as the claws clamped down and the death stalker pulled the limbs apart. She screamed she her arms were ripped from her shoulders, feeling her flesh rip, every string of muscle tearing apart, and the snap of her bones breaking off. She tried to crawl but the death stalker clamped a claw down on her foot. She tried to squirm away, bleeding a screaming even though she was long on the verge of dying from the stabs through her body, her organs failing bit-by-bit tormenting her insides. The death stalker reeled its tail and swung its stinger down one last time. The stinger was brought down with terrible force down through the small of her back. The stinger completely broke through and cut her in half, her legs thrown off her body. She screamed louder then ever as blood poured from where her limbs were ripped. Her screams lasted mere seconds as the death stalker gripped a claw over her head and the other on her torso. Her screams were heard until the end as the death stalker tore her in half, a fountain of blood spraying from her pieces, her screaming silent.
The sound of his daughter crying and his wife screaming rang in Byron’s ears. He could hear them still even though they have been silenced, still echoing in his head but he did not turn or looked back. He only stopped a step away from the window. Byron shattered the glass with his rifle and raised a foot up onto the sill to climb out.
The beowolves attacked him then. They pounced on him from the side and threw him to the ground. He tried to shoot his rifle but the beowolves had him pinned and surrounded. The first set of fangs clamped down on Byron’s stomach and tore it open. Next the beowolves scrambled over each other to rip out his innards, each organ dangling out of a demon’s maw. Though his innards were torn at, it was only minor organs and tissue. The organs that supported his life, his heart, his lungs, and every other organ that keeps one living kept him alive as his flesh and innards were devoured. He screamed and yelled but it would not stop. His looked to the side to see the bloodied mess of his daughter and the limbs of his wife clutched between the fangs and claws of a number of the monstrous beasts of Grimm. He saw his son, sitting on his knees with a look of disbelief and confusion on his pale face, crimson blood going down the side of his face as the creatures of Grimm slowly surrounded and approached him. Byron could only watch as the Grimm surrounded his son, ready to devour him mercilessly.
His son’s eyes wandered around in a daze. He looked at his little sister devoured at shredded apart, his mother chopped up limb by limb and distributed among hungering demons, and his father been tormented alive as he suffered a pain beyond death. He could see the creatures of Grimm surrounding him, ready to tear him apart, but he could only sit there in confusion. He kept on wondering… questioning… he just couldn’t understand what was happening.
His mother abandoned him and then she abandoned his sister. His father hit him and left him to die as he escapes. His lips just kept on mouthing, “Why…. Why… Why…” without making a single sound. The creatures of Grimm surrounded Byron’s son.
Everything turned red… then it turned black.
A beowolf snapped down on Byron’s throat and shook around his limp bloodied body, still somehow alive while in pain beyond comprehension. As he was shook around his hat was thrown off his body. The beowolf bit down even harder, blood spraying from his throat as more of the crimson plasma spilled from his body and drenching the hat as it bounced off a few feet and rolled.
The hat rolled between the legs of one beowolf and stopped just in front of Byron’s son.
The son’s eye looked down at the blood drenched hat. He reached over even as the grimm slowly surrounded him and grasped the hat in his hands. He stared at it as he brought it towards him. Slowly he raised it up, and rested Byron’s hat on his head. This was the last thing Byron saw as a Beowolf clamped its fangs over his face.
The son watched as his father was torn apart, the hat now resting on his head as his hands fall to the sides limply. The wet blood dripped from the hat and ran down his face adding to his own blood. He looked around. Time seemed to have slowed. The grimm were slowly approaching, his family was shredded mercilessly and devoured before his eyes. He saw all of this yet none of that was what wandered in his mind.
He could only remember how his father hit him and abandoned him, how his mother abandoned him, how his happy joyous world of smiles and laughter had vanished in an instant. He can only wonder, “Why?” He wondered and wondered this. He could not understand. He refused to understand.
Dong…. Dong….
The old grandfather clock tolled again making the surrounding grimm flinch and stop for a moment as the loud clock tolled.
Dong…. Dong…
The young boy knew he was going to die. He could still hear his father’s now gurgled bloodied screams. The blood of his father who had abandoned him dripped from the hat still, slowly covering his face in the crimson plasma.
Dong….
The bell tolled and rang through the boy’s ears, his mind still scrambled in confusion. He could not understand. He did not want to understand. In the end though, deep inside who understood everything…
… Dong
The clock rang once last time. No longer distracted, the grimm continued their approached towards the little boy. They bared their fangs and claws ready to tear at the boy and devour his soft flesh mercilessly. The boy remained silent. He did not speak, he did not scream, he did not make a sound the whole time. The bell rang and echoed, the bloodied screams of his father becoming quieter and quieter. When the grandfather clock finally went silent, the boy only said one single phrase.
“Oh…. It’s tea time….”
~~~~
The creatures of grimm stopped. They did not move or approach the boy. They only stared and observed him as if curious or confused. Byron’s screams have completely stopped and his son still sat on his knees with his head bowed remaining deathly quiet.
The creatures of grimm neither harmed nor touched him. Just stood back and stared. Nothing happened and nothing moved. It was as if the moment the clock rang for six, time itself had stopped right then.
Suddenly, an explosion rang. A large chunk of the beowolf pack was set ablaze. As the demons turned to the source, a team of hunters and huntresses had already jumped in and started slaying the beasts one by one. The nether stalker snapped its claws and stinger at them but fell along with the beowolves. Blades, bullets, and dust flashed through the air back and forth as the hunters and huntresses slew the beasts. Within seconds, bodies and limbs of dead beowolves littered the ground.
“This is so terrible,” a huntress commented after the battle as she looked around the house. “I can’t believe we let this happen. If only we were here sooner…”
“…. The boy,” a hunter grunted pointing at the young son.
“…. I’m so sorry,” the huntress whispered as she approached him. “It’ll be alright. You’re safe now…. Be strong okay?”
She whispered this as if speaking to a crying child but no tears were on the boy’s blood drenched face. He only stared at her with a blank lifeless eye and a scarred bleeding eye. She looked the wound and looked at him in pity.
“Your left eye is completely crushed…. I’m sorry… it’ll be okay, I promise,” she whispered to him.
“…. Boy is lucky everything considered. We came just before the grimm were about to kill him,” the hunter commented. Neither of them knew that the grimm had no intention or made any attempt to harm the boy for well over thirteen minutes before they had come.
“…. I’m going to adopt him,” the huntress said abruptly. The hunter sputtered for a second and gawked at her.
“Are you nuts!? You’re not even married!” he yelled at her. The huntress shook her head defiantly.
“I can’t just abandon this boy after what he was forced to witness. I’m going to take care of him and raise him and that’s final!” she stated confidently. “I’m not getting married anytime soon anyway but I’ve always wanted a kid. This is perfect.”
The hunter just rolled his eyes and groaned as he turned away and walked off. The huntress smiled at the boy and placed a comforting hand on his face. Her smile turned into a confused frown for a moment. Something felt strange but she did not know what. She pushed the feeling aside and continued to comfort the boy with a smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll raise you to be strong and smart and charming…” she whispered to him though he showed know sign of hearing her. “… Can you tell me your name?
“… The second…” the boy finally replied. “My name is…. Byron Hatters II….”
“I see,” she smiled. She wrapped her arms around him to comfort him. Her muscles tensed and she started feeling nervous but she pushed it off as anxiety considering that she just became a parent. She lifted the boy up like the child he was and carried him off. The bloodied hat remained attached to his head.
“… Why do you fight,” Byron asked as she carried him.
“Hm?” was her reply at the sudden question. “Um… because they’re evil I guess. They attack and kill humans and it’s my job to stop them.”
“Why?” Byron asked. The boy did not seem content with that answer. “Why do the grimm attack humans?”
“Well…. You see everybody has this thing called aura,” she explained patiently. “Aura is… I guess you can say that aura is the light. It is the light that guides and protects us from the darkness. The creatures of grimm are creatures of that very darkness, and by nature the darkness will always try to destroy the light.”
The huntress nodded and smiled to herself proud of her mashed up answer. “The creatures of the darkness, the creatures of grimm, will always try to kill us all because we have the light.”
“…. I see,” Byron murmured. She had answered everything.
The darkness will always try to destroy the light… The creatures of the darkness…. Will always try to us… we have the light….
The creatures of grimm kill those who posses the light thought the young Byron. The creatures of grimm did not kill me… they did not want to kill me… they didn’t need to kill me… because… the light… has abandoned me…
~~~~~~
Epilogue:
The room has shelves upon shelves of stuffed animals and fanciful kitchenware. The bed sat neatly made to the side, the window opened to let in the sunlight and subtle wind. In the middle of the room was a long table with five chairs. Four of the chairs were empty. A tall eighteen-year-old boy wearing a tailcoat, checkered pants, white gloves, and a red top hat sat on the fifth chair sipping a cup of tea with a smile.
The sound of a sudden and quick pop came from the doorway. Byron looked over to see his guardian, a huntress now in her prime thirties, standing there smiling with a party popper.
“The mail just came in~” she hummed happily. She showed Byron a crisp white envelope with an already broken wax seal. “You got accepted into Beacon! I’m so proud of you!”
“Why that’s fantastic,” Byron smiled as he sipped his tea. “I owe it all to your training.”
“Oh don’t be so modest,” she jeered playfully. “I may have taught you a few things but you took off to the skies with your own wings and you’re still rising up to space! We are so celebrating. I am going to call my friends and get some to go from your favorite steak place! Oh! You deserve a present too! What do you want? It’s a special occasion so don’t be afraid to ask whatever.”
“A kitty,” Byron said plainly.
“Another stuffed animal?” the huntress frowned. “Geez, you never seem to grow up yet you pass the hours off with a cup of tea everyday like some old lady. Fine, I’ll pick up a cute little toy cat. I’ll be back.”
With that the huntress went off to make her calls on her cell while getting into her car to drive off.
Byron sat there with a smile on his face sipping his tea. “So I got accepted into Beacon huh…?”
A thump was heard to the left. Byron looked over to see a white cat on the sill. Without waiting for an invitation it leapt into the room and strolled over to the smiling teenager. It hopped right onto his lap and purred as he stroked her.
“My, my, my, I feed you a few times and you just keep on coming,” Byron smiled as he petted the small white cat. He grabbed a piece of pocky from his plate of tea snacks and fed the uncovered part to the cat. The little feline nibbled on the cookie happily. “Such a nice little kitty…”
Dong…. Dong…. Dong…. Dong….
The cat’s ears perked up at the sound of the wall clock tolling but otherwise continued to happily nibble on the treat as it lay on Byron’s lap. Byron smiled as he watched the cat nibble on his fingers as his other hand reached into his pocket.
He slowly pulled out a pair of sharp sewing scissors. They made a sharp sound as he opened the blades but the wall clock’s bell drowned out the sound for the cat. He slowly brought the scissors towards the cat, the blades inching closer to the neck.
Dong…. Dong….
“Oh…. It’s tea time…”
Personality: Always smiling and acting casual around others. He seems to though lack compassion or care. He neither reacts nor cares at the sight of injury or death alike. His approach towards other people makes him seem like "everybody's best friend" but in reality he thinks of no one as a friend in the slightest. Sometimes, mostly during battle, he would show a wilder side to him that may be considered downright insane. In truth, he really is insane. Byron is downright mad and mentally broken in ways beyond natural signs of madness. His insanity is up to the point that certain functions of his brains completely fail all together or is by least completely unnoticed or ignored. He's what one would consider a "wild card" being unable to determine whether or not he is friend or foe in any situation. All of his insanity and madness is hidden behind his casual smile and friendliness. Although he acts like a normal nice guy, his mental state is beyond comprehension. Though very sociable, he's less then a team player. When time comes when he must fight, he often shows little care or thought to whether or not his comrade(s) get caught in the crossfire accidentally. Despite all of this, he has a rather childish side as well. While some people may have a sweet tooth, every single tooth in Byron's mouth IS a sweet tooth. He enjoys a cheery cup of tea everyday and has a rather strange hobby of collecting cute things, mostly stuffed animals. When it comes to sexual interests, he has none. He sees no difference in gender or race, only "enemy" and "ally". Strength: Madness* Limit break: A human's brain subconsciously limit's a human's strength to 10% of his full potential because a human's body is unable to withstand its own full strength. Byron's insanity has completely destroyed this part of his subconscious rationality. This part of his brain is now unable to recognize his own body's limits. This allows him access to up to 100% of his strength, roughly 10x the strength of an average man. His muscular structure though is only about the same as an average hunter, just the right build and tone to carry and swing a weapon and maybe win at arm wrestling a few times. Multiplied by ten, he has access to enough strength at 100% to lift a small car but not enough to throw it. * Numb: The part of his brain that registers pain and feeling is no longer able to recognize or understand pain. Even if shot or stabbed, Byron literally does not feel it and sometimes doesn't even realize it had happened in the first place. He does not suffer from strain, recoil, or anything else that results from actually feeling things or registering pain. * Fearless: His mind is unable to register fear or anxiety. He is unburdened by hesitation or caution. He can not be intimidated or scared and does not even flinch when attacked. * Mad Tea Party: Sometimes during combat situations, Byron would go into a mad state that can be considered a form of berserker. His mad rush of power makes him rage the battlefield wildly. His attacks are faster and the increase in acceleration makes his physical attacks more lethal. This state of mind is triggered only at 6 o'clock in the evening and lasts for only 6 minutes. Weakness:MADNESS:* Limit Break: He has no actual control over this power. By default he uses the standard 10% but during battle this can fluctuate from 10 to 80 then down to 30 and up to 50 without his consent. Though the ability to break his limits gives him access to monstrous strength at times, this does not change the fact that he has a normal human body. Going past 10% up to 30% is pushing it and anything above that can break down his body, breaking his own bones or tearing his own muscles apart. Even though he does not feel the pain or strain, there is only such a limit where his body is damaged so much he can't even force it to move properly or at all. * Numb: Even though he does not feel pain, he does still receive damage and injury just like a regular person, he just doesn't feel or react to it. Unable to feel pain, he has no awareness of his physical state. He could be bleeding to death and would not realize it or his leg is on fire and he would not feel his flesh burn. This inability to realize his own physical state means he would continue strenuous combat even though he requires serious medical attention or is unable to deal with a problem like being on fire or such before it becomes worse then it need to be before he even notices. He easily succumbs to damage due to this. * Fearless: Ignorant of fear, Byron has literally no caution. He would literally head straight into danger with out a care. This has led him to getting hit easily without him even feeling it. He never hesitates meaning an enemy could be lunging right at him when he gets close for a melee attack and Byron would not even try to dodge and would continue running his blade through the enemy despite and won't even flinch when struck at the same time. He ends up letting attacks just plain hit him a lot due to this. * Mad Tea Party: This state of mind happens suddenly without warning right at 6 o'clock. Though it doesn't result in anything completely terrible in normal situations most of the time, when in combat and this state happens to him, regardless of position of situation it would happen and he would go into a state completely devoid of rationality. This state also only lasts for 6 minutes after 6 o'clock so the damage he can even do with this in the first place is limited for a very short amount of time and is over within three turns. Mad Tea party also increases strain on his muscle structure and after the six minutes, Byron moves a little slower then usual. * Undefended: Though usually his weapon defends his back and his sides easily enough he can still be hit and damaged. Unlike others though who rely on aura to lighten or deflect blows, he is unable to do that in any form, thus attacks inflicted on him do more damage then average. * Literal Dead Eye: Though trained to somewhat work around it, Byron's blind eye makes his accuracy a little less then any other gunslinger with the same amount of training he had. His dead eye also gives him a blind spot, making his left side more vulnerable to a surprise attack Semblance: Wonderland: Invokes disturbing illusions that confuses and disorientates the enemy by making them see a world devoid of reason or sanity. The illusions may sometimes take the form of an enemy's nightmare or fear causing a fear effect. The illusions only turns the world into an alternate fake reality and does not change or hides the appearance of Byron or anyone else but it does cause coordination to be compromised making the enemy miss more often without even the need to try to dodge. The illusions are not lethal in any way or have any physical properties. It does though have a 10% chance of putting the enemy into a "dream" state and immobilizes said enemy for a random amount of time depending on the enemy's willpower and intellectual level. Fighting Style: To put it in one word, "unpredictable". Byron fights completely on instinct and just goes with whatever feels right. In general he favors long range combat and would try to keep his distance as he fires his guns. When forced in close combat, he uses the blades jotting out of his guns in frontal slashes and thrusts. He often likes to perform a rotating movement causing the mantel of swords to lift the blades up parallel to the ground and slices nearby enemies like a buzz saw or by least bashes them aside with the broad side of the blades. He tends to cause massive destruction as well as heavy collateral damage. Extra Info: The light, his aura, had abandoned Byron ever since the incident. In its stead is a nameless force devoid of light. It holds the same properties as aura. Aura level meters would read it the same as it does aura It even decreases the same as aura would when performing strenuous tasks or when damaged in combat and in all other traits it is the same as aura, except it neither protects him from harm or heals his wounds. It can not be used in aura weaponry or used for defensive ability in any way, thus he takes more then average damage. This thing devoid of light has come to be called "Abyss" by Byron. Though Byron is well aware that his Abyss is not a form of aura but something else, as far as aura meters or other people are able to tell it is simply normal aura so Byron has been able to pass it on as such unnoticed. WEAPONName: Thanatos Primary Form: A coffin with a clock on it. It is carried around like a backpack and is less then subtle. Secondary Form: http://redscar-nova.deviantart.com/art/Byron-Hatters-410311066Transformation description: The coffin would flip open. Afterwards and mechanically controlled wire extends to release the mantle of broad swords which around which slide on top of each other when compacting. The same mechanical wire remains stiff and stays in place and position at an angle. The guns which are connected to the mantle by sturdy titanium chains have both the barrel and handle as well as the blades folded or retracted into the gun but unfold and pop out once the weapon is deployed. Weapon info and usage: The blades can be pushed outwards by Byron but will remain in a fixed place one pushed by another force from outside. A sudden turn or movement such as a quick spin and rotation of the entire body can also make the blades lift up like helicopter blades. The twin guns shoot 9 mm sharpened tipped steel core bullets at a bullet speed of 900 mph with a reload time of .8 seconds between firing and a max. range of over 900 m. The bullets are less effective the closer the target and more lethal the farther it is. The barrels can also retract and the bottom part of the gun will open a latch containing a 1000 mm fire dust filled explosive rocket propelled grenade. Each gun holds one and can only be shot once each. Effective explosive range is roughly a 18 ft. radius. The firing speed itself is rather slow traveling at only 10 mph giving any enemy plenty of room to simply run out of range so this function is mostly used only on extremely large Grimm or a large gathered group of enemies. History: Thanatos's name is derived from the name of the Greek god of death who worked under Hades to brings souls to the Underworld. The form this god is often depicted by is often that of a black winged cupid and carrying a jagged sword. This could be reference to the mantle of blades the weapon has in combat form that somethings seem like wings. The god Thanatos's personality is often considered one of burning hatred for humanity and life itself and takes pleasure in ending it at every opportunity. This may also reference to other things. Custom built by Byron Hatters in combat school. Byron designed it with one thing in mind, "Let's have some fun". The mantle of broad swords as well as the ominous coffin in the back act as Byron's only defense from the back and the sides though his lack of caution often makes that bit pretty pointless. He often gets worried stares or harassed by local law enforcement carrying around a giant coffin everywhere he goes but anybody who has seen it in actual combat form will blatantly say that the coffin is less frightening. The clock works as an actual clock, and rings like a grandfather clock whenever a new hour comes. Though fairly heavy, Byron shows little problem carrying it around.
| |
| | | Cheshire Schrodinger Events Minion
Posts : 2205 Join date : 2013-10-16 Location : I Am Everywhere and Nowhere...
| Subject: Re: Byron Hatter Fri Feb 07, 2014 11:59 pm | |
| And edited in the new weapon. I also changed the images around a bit but that's not particularly important. | |
| | | DrGustave Moderator
Posts : 941 Join date : 2013-09-11 Location : East coast USA Eastern Standard Time
| Subject: Re: Byron Hatter Sat Feb 22, 2014 10:36 pm | |
| - Spoiler:
CHARACTER Name: Byron Hatter Age: 18 Gender: Male (human) Symbol: A tea cup with three spades. Occupation: Student hunter at Beacon Academy Appearance: 6'3 ft. tall, black hair, colorful clothing. Always wear the same top hat. Has a leather eyepatch over left eye. http://redscar-nova.deviantart.com/art/Byron-Hatters-410311066Spoiler: History: Spoiler: Personality: Always smiling and acting casual around others. He seems to though lack compassion or care. He neither reacts nor cares at the sight of injury or death alike. His approach towards other people makes him seem like "everybody's best friend" but in reality he thinks of no one as a friend in the slightest. Sometimes, mostly during battle, he would show a wilder side to him that may be considered downright insane. In truth, he really is insane. Byron is downright mad and mentally broken in ways beyond natural signs of madness. His insanity is up to the point that certain functions of his brains completely fail all together or is by least completely unnoticed or ignored. He's what one would consider a "wild card" being unable to determine whether or not he is friend or foe in any situation. All of his insanity and madness is hidden behind his casual smile and friendliness. Although he acts like a normal nice guy, his mental state is beyond comprehension. Though very sociable, he's less then a team player. When time comes when he must fight, he often shows little care or thought to whether or not his comrade(s) get caught in the crossfire accidentally. Despite all of this, he has a rather childish side as well. While some people may have a sweet tooth, every single tooth in Byron's mouth IS a sweet tooth. He enjoys a cheery cup of tea everyday and has a rather strange hobby of collecting cute things, mostly stuffed animals. When it comes to sexual interests, he has none. He sees no difference in gender or race, only "enemy" and "ally". Strength: Madness * Limit break: A human's brain subconsciously limit's a human's strength to 10% of his full potential because a human's body is unable to withstand its own full strength. Byron's insanity has completely destroyed this part of his subconscious rationality. This part of his brain is now unable to recognize his own body's limits. This allows him access to up to 100% of his strength, roughly 10x the strength of an average man. His muscular structure though is only about the same as an average hunter, just the right build and tone to carry and swing a weapon and maybe win at arm wrestling a few times. Multiplied by ten, he has access to enough strength at 100% to lift a small car but not enough to throw it. *Numb: The part of his brain that registers pain and feeling is no longer able to recognize or understand pain. Even if shot or stabbed, Byron literally does not feel it and sometimes doesn't even realize it had happened in the first place. He does not suffer from strain, recoil, or anything else that results from actually feeling things or registering pain. *Fearless: His mind is unable to register fear or anxiety. He is unburdened by hesitation or caution. He can not be intimidated or scared and does not even flinch when attacked. *Mad Tea Party: Sometimes during combat situations, Byron would go into a mad state that can be considered a form of berserker. His mad rush of power makes him rage the battlefield wildly. His attacks are faster and the increase in acceleration makes his physical attacks more lethal. This state of mind is triggered only at 6 o'clock in the evening and lasts for only 6 minutes. Weakness: MADNESS: *Limit Break: He has no actual control over this power. By default he uses the standard 10% but during battle this can fluctuate from 10 to 80 then down to 30 and up to 50 without his consent. Though the ability to break his limits gives him access to monstrous strength at times, this does not change the fact that he has a normal human body. Going past 10% up to 30% is pushing it and anything above that can break down his body, breaking his own bones or tearing his own muscles apart. Even though he does not feel the pain or strain, there is only such a limit where his body is damaged so much he can't even force it to move properly or at all. *Numb: Even though he does not feel pain, he does still receive damage and injury just like a regular person, he just doesn't feel or react to it. Unable to feel pain, he has no awareness of his physical state. He could be bleeding to death and would not realize it or his leg is on fire and he would not feel his flesh burn. This inability to realize his own physical state means he would continue strenuous combat even though he requires serious medical attention or is unable to deal with a problem like being on fire or such before it becomes worse then it need to be before he even notices. He easily succumbs to damage due to this. *Fearless: Ignorant of fear, Byron has literally no caution. He would literally head straight into danger with out a care. This has led him to getting hit easily without him even feeling it. He never hesitates meaning an enemy could be lunging right at him when he gets close for a melee attack and Byron would not even try to dodge and would continue running his blade through the enemy despite and won't even flinch when struck at the same time. He ends up letting attacks just plain hit him a lot due to this. *Mad Tea Party: This state of mind happens suddenly without warning right at 6 o'clock. Though it doesn't result in anything completely terrible in normal situations most of the time, when in combat and this state happens to him, regardless of position of situation it would happen and he would go into a state completely devoid of rationality. This state also only lasts for 6 minutes after 6 o'clock so the damage he can even do with this in the first place is limited for a very short amount of time and is over within three turns. Mad Tea party also increases strain on his muscle structure and after the six minutes, Byron moves a little slower then usual. *Undefended: Though usually his weapon defends his back and his sides easily enough he can still be hit and damaged. Unlike others though who rely on aura to lighten or deflect blows, he is unable to do that in any form, thus attacks inflicted on him do more damage then average. *Literal Dead Eye: Though trained to somewhat work around it, Byron's blind eye makes his accuracy a little less then any other gunslinger with the same amount of training he had. His dead eye also gives him a blind spot, making his left side more vulnerable to a surprise attack Semblance: Wonderland: Invokes disturbing illusions that confuses and disorientates the enemy by making them see a world devoid of reason or sanity. The illusions may sometimes take the form of an enemy's nightmare or fear causing a fear effect. The illusions only turns the world into an alternate fake reality and does not change or hides the appearance of Byron or anyone else but it does cause coordination to be compromised making the enemy miss more often without even the need to try to dodge. The illusions are not lethal in any way or have any physical properties. It does though have a 10% chance of putting the enemy into a "dream" state and immobilizes said enemy for a random amount of time depending on the enemy's willpower and intellectual level. Fighting Style: To put it in one word, "unpredictable". Byron fights completely on instinct and just goes with whatever feels right. In general he favors long range combat and would try to keep his distance as he fires his guns. When forced in close combat, he uses the blades jotting out of his guns in frontal slashes and thrusts. He often likes to perform a rotating movement causing the mantel of swords to lift the blades up parallel to the ground and slices nearby enemies like a buzz saw or by least bashes them aside with the broad side of the blades. He tends to cause massive destruction as well as heavy collateral damage. Extra Info: The light, his aura, had abandoned Byron ever since the incident. In its stead is a nameless force devoid of light. It holds the same properties as aura. Aura level meters would read it the same as it does aura It even decreases the same as aura would when performing strenuous tasks or when damaged in combat and in all other traits it is the same as aura, except it neither protects him from harm or heals his wounds. It can not be used in aura weaponry or used for defensive ability in any way, thus he takes more then average damage. This thing devoid of light has come to be called "Abyss" by Byron. Though Byron is well aware that his Abyss is not a form of aura but something else, as far as aura meters or other people are able to tell it is simply normal aura so Byron has been able to pass it on as such unnoticed. WEAPON Name: Thanatos Primary Form: A coffin with a clock on it. It is carried around like a backpack and is less then subtle. Byron's Symbol is printed on the back side. Written underneath it in script is "How is a raven like a writing desk?" Secondary Form: Spoiler: Transformation description: The coffin would flip open. Afterwards and mechanically controlled wire extends to release the mantle of broad swords which around which slide on top of each other when compacting. The same mechanical wire remains stiff and stays in place and position at an angle. The guns which are connected to the mantle by sturdy titanium chains have both the barrel and handle as well as the blades folded or retracted into the gun but unfold and pop out once the weapon is deployed. Weapon info and usage: The blades can be pushed outwards by Byron but will remain in a fixed place one pushed by another force from outside. A sudden turn or movement such as a quick spin and rotation of the entire body can also make the blades lift up like helicopter blades. The twin guns shoot 9 mm sharpened tipped steel core bullets at a bullet speed of 900 mph with a reload time of .8 seconds between firing and a max. range of over 900 m. The bullets are less effective the closer the target and more lethal the farther it is. The barrels can also retract and the bottom part of the gun will open a latch containing a 1000 mm fire dust filled explosive rocket propelled grenade. Each gun holds one and can only be shot once each. Effective explosive range is roughly a 18 ft. radius. The firing speed itself is rather slow traveling at only 10 mph giving any enemy plenty of room to simply run out of range so this function is mostly used only on extremely large Grimm or a large gathered group of enemies. History: Thanatos's name is derived from the name of the Greek god of death who worked under Hades to brings souls to the Underworld. The form this god is often depicted by is often that of a black winged cupid and carrying a jagged sword. This could be reference to the mantle of blades the weapon has in combat form that somethings seem like wings. The god Thanatos's personality is often considered one of burning hatred for humanity and life itself and takes pleasure in ending it at every opportunity. This may also reference to other things. Custom built by Byron Hatters in combat school. Byron designed it with one thing in mind, "Let's have some fun". The mantle of broad swords as well as the ominous coffin in the back act as Byron's only defense from the back and the sides though his lack of caution often makes that bit pretty pointless. He often gets worried stares or harassed by local law enforcement carrying around a giant coffin everywhere he goes but anybody who has seen it in actual combat form will blatantly say that the coffin is less frightening. The clock works as an actual clock, and rings like a grandfather clock whenever a new hour comes. Though fairly heavy, Byron shows little problem carrying it around. ~~~ WEAPON Name: Mad Hat Primary Form: Spoiler: Inside the hat is a handle with a trigger. Pulling the trigger can shoot a steel core pointed tipped bullet from a short barrel revolver. Bullet is launched through the hole at the top of the hat. Secondary Form: Visual in second half of the picture above. The top flattens down and blades pop out of the brim of the hat and a coil of chains is unleashed. This form acts as a sort of razor disc weapon that can be thrown like a frizbee and pulled around using the chain whip. Tertiary Form: Spoiler: The blades, connected by steel wire, are pulled together to make a full long sword with a forty foot chain whip jotting from the pommel. At the other end of the chain whip is a heavy weight shaped like a spade. In this form the trigger is still available to shoot the small revolver rounds but the main feature is a small switch on the handle that can be pressed to loosen the steel strong keeping the blade together turning the sword into a sword of a bladed whip. History: The hat belonged to his father who had received it from his grandfather, a long retired hunter, as a family heirloom. Though his father never learned to use the hat as a weapon, Byron trained in its usage before creating Thanatos. Still attached to the hat, Byron continues to wear it, but he hardly uses it."
| |
| | | Sponsored content
| Subject: Re: Byron Hatter | |
| |
| | | | Byron Hatter | |
|
Similar topics | |
|
| Permissions in this forum: | You cannot reply to topics in this forum
| |
| |
| |
|