Name: Zachary Wiremu
Nicknames: Zed or Zac
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Category: Sun
The Weapon
Name: Madrigal
Nicknames: Madi
Type of Weapon: Naginata
Unsummoned form: A silver gingko leaf charm, worn on a wrap of ribbon around his wrist.
Former species of weapon: Fallen Angel (Demon)
Gender: Female
Personalities:
Zac is at least somewhat athletic, but solitary by preference, he prefers the quiet of reading and research of the joy of surfing, none of these being group activities to speak of. But he’s not truly antisocial, just over cautious from years of being assumed to be at least a little crazy. He can also have a rather short temper when people don’t understand what he’s trying to explain because he has a terrible tendency to assume that people will know scraps of things that he knows.
He works or worked in a restaurant, so when he needs to he can put on a charming smile, though perhaps that’s part of why he’s so reluctant to socialize. Too accustomed to the brisk way that tourists can treat people, and the way he’s looked at when he speaks of seeing things that no one else seems to notice.
He’s always been a touch awkward, which even under the tutelage of Katsu won't change much. He’ll freeze up in social situations and stare for too long, talk for too long in bursts of information, share too much and then apologize for it with a nervous laugh and a nearly habitual tug at the braid in his hair. The only skill he’s ever found it in himself to brag about is his ability to hold his breath, which he uses mostly to go diving.
Madrigal: - A fallen angel – she would, were she still in possession of a body dress something along the style of pastel-goth, dying her pale hair sometimes in a wild rainbow of pastel colors. – in personality she is grounded, and focused to a single minded degree. She can be temperamental, something which might spark her wielder in turn to lash out occasionally, and adventurous, the hardest thing to summarize about her method of forgiving, she won’t hold grudges but she’ll treat you the way you treat her.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
While most of his family is very ‘modern minded’ and not in the least ‘superstitious’, His grandfather used to tell him all the time about the spirits from the islands, the stories and ‘myths’ about shark spirits, mischievous plant creatures, gods and goddesses, prayers that could kill, whales who could speak, caves haunted by shark dragons and the like.
His grandfather died while he was still very young, so his memory of the mythology itself is a bit spotty, but he has a deep enjoyment of what he remembers of it for its own sake.
His siblings and cousins soon dismissed these stories as myth, but he kept swearing he saw them, men that became great eels, visions of great mouths on people’s backs, women who danced in the hot lava as though it was part of their story to tell.
He learned the hard way to stop telling people what he saw, but it didn’t make them a jot less terrifying when he did "see" them or thought he saw them, normally out of the corner of his eye before they would slip away like a bad dream, or a mark of questionable sanity leaving only feelings of dread and hairs rising on the back of his neck behind.
He holds or held a job in one of the resort diners, the restaurant itself had a view of the beach and when he worked as wait staff it would send him often in and out of view of it. It paid well, kept him busy and also gave him glances of the world his grandfather spoke of…that he could never quite shake. On the side he was training in the art of Tattoo, which for his family, though he is of somewhat mixed decent – a big deal.
He lived alone, which suited him despite his tiny apartment, and attended college part time. He wasn’t well off, living from paycheck to paycheck and scrabbling as best he could for tips but it wasn’t an awful life either. He was proud to be making it on his own even if things were tight. Sadly because of his jobs and school he had little leisure time to spend reading up on the odd creatures he swore he saw, and when he did have spare time he preferred to spend it studying ‘tattoo’ both traditional and, some with the more modern equipment so that he could get a better job tattooing outsiders too.
Just when he was starting give in, to doubt his own sanity he saw others in white coats, battling one of the stranger monsters, and then he KNEW he had to join them. He wanted to learn everything he could about the why of them, and what they were.
Weapon Ability
Scream of the Fallen (Battle Cry): Manifests with a swing of the blade, cutting the air in such a way that it sounds like a piercing scream.
The Battle Cry
The most basic offensive Fear attack. The Battle Cry enables its user to deal higher-than-usual damage without a drawback. The only drawback is being able to fire it off properly.
Tier One:
Dice: 4d4
First Dice:
xxxxx 1: Miss
xxxxx 2: Half Damage
xxxxx 3-4: Full Damage
Damage: Add up remaining dice. This total is the damage dealt to your opponent.
Average Damage: 8
Physical Description:
His hair is naturally black but he dyes it with streaks that fade from a deep purple to blue. His eyes are a pale blue green and his skin is a deep warm golden tan that is as much part of his origin as the time he likes to spend outside or on the ocean.
Eye Colour: Blue Green
Hair Colour/Style: Black with streaks that fade purple to blue – styled in an undercut with the remaining bangs braided.
Skin Colour: Deep warm caramel.
Clothing Style/Colours: Sky blue scarf worn over a faded black t-shirt (now a mottled charcoal with a key design in true black on the front of the shirt. Typically wears ‘comfortable’ blue jeans, or since he has a bit of a hipster edge, skinny jeans and converse.
Extra: He has multiple ear piercings, including industrial earrings in his upper ears. All of them are silver. He wears a variety of necklaces on chains at various times, but always wears a bone fish hook on a leather cord that hangs low on his chest.
He also has elaborate traditional Maori tattoos over his lower back, hips and down his legs. A few also adorn his right shoulder though they are more current.
References: (weapon and hair have changed a touch) - coat may change depending on artist whim.
