DEUS EX MACHINA PERSONNEL FORM The Hunter Name: Rallen Corvaire
Nicknames: "Ralley", "Jerk" and many other...less pleasant variations
Gender: Male
Age: (
20
Category: Moon
The Weapon Name: Anger (Norweigian: Remorse)
(Pronounced: Ahng-yehr)
Nicknames: None yet...other than the random obscenities spouted by his weilder
Type of Weapon:Double bladed Falchion
Former species of weapon:Demon- Raum
(Bird was the Golden Rooster Gullinkambi, whose crowing foretold the beginning of Ragnarok -
Wiki)
Gender: .
Male
Personalities: Rallen-
There has never been a pleasant word out of Rallen's mouth....either in congratulations or in regular speech. The Moon Hunter has no bedside manner. At best, he's snarky, and oft times rude, not thinking of anyone's thoughts but his own. At his worst? He's been known to mutter obscenities and tell people just how stupid they are. He's not all that fond of the idea of being anything but who he is, and other people? Outside influences who are pointless to him. The only ones who matter are his coworkers...and the bosses. Hey, gotta respect someone even if they're all irritating! Nonetheless, one good trait comes out of his unpleasant nature.
If you're looking for someone who's going to give it to you straight with a relatively unbiased opinion, it's Rallen Corvaire. At the very least, his lack of care for anyone's opinion but his own allows him to be a voice of absolute truth, and blatant straightforwardness. He MIGHT have a fondness for knowing that he's never lied in his life, despite the fact that it's pissed a lot of people off. Even if it makes someone angry, it makes him a credible source, one you're more likely to rely on to have your back. There's a benefit to being a d**k, or so he'll always tell you. This also allows him to be completely self-reliant.
He has no need of anyone else. Sure, on missions, he does. On any kind of assignment, he KNOWS he can't do it alone...however, when it comes to his personal life? Rallen's happy to be himself, and only himself. For now, he sees no reason to open up to anyone other than his notebook, on occasion. He's found a method for handling himself and his own set backs, since if he didn't have that, he'd be kinda back in the dust now wouldn't he? He has the seriously inkling that bringing his personal problems to anyone else would lead to them losing focus on what has to be done, and to the redhead, such things are damn well unacceptable. You can't let yourself pull away from your work. Ever.
There is only one trait that he and his Weapon share. They are both logical to a fault. His brain pulls along the lines of playing the way of the straightforwards. He really doesn't like the idea of letting things run about all willy nilly. There needs to be plans, layouts to be followed. If you don't, you'll fail, and everything will fall apart. Truth of the matter is that Rallen doesn't really see the point in using emotion in anything. Press your emotions into your work, and you will find yourself rather pressed to do anything but fall apart. Some may call him sociopathic, but Rallen disagrees. He is capable of understanding emotions. He just sees them as pointless in the long scheme of things.
Anger-
The weapon is just as straight-forwards as his hunter in the logic department. The two agree that it's pointless to do things off book. He sees absolutely no point in emotion whatsoever though. Whereas his Master feels it, Anger dos not. It is all cold, hard facts, and direct correlations. There's no reason to push yourself to go beyond mission parameters, and it's more likely to get you killed than to help you with anything beyond basic power. The only use for any emotion he thinks is anger. Anger gives you the adrenaline you need to become more powerful.
He also is very rarely positive. Perhaps it has to do with the type of Demon he was, but the creature seems more than reluctant to herald anything other than doom and gloom to any and all around him. There's nothing but the bad, and thee good is lost behind a cloud of disdain. People are worthless, his Hunter is worthless, and you can leave him well enough alone. Even the sunshine and moonlight are unpleasant and pointless. They're not as happy as they used to be, and he seems to be the sort that will tell you JUST what is wrong with them and why they're so sad and painful and dumb. He never really shuts up, in all honesty.
But if you keep pushing him, you'll get to see something other than bleak blankness. You get to see one HELL of a temper. Anger is a herald to his mind, a being of pure rage and destruction, so if you poke a sleeping bear...well. You're likely to just piss him off enough for him to wish harm upon you. He's vocal too, likely to curse you out in a language that his Hunter doesn't find familiar, tell you just how much of a pain in HIS a** you are, and to tell you that either you leave, or he'll rip blood from your body. He suffers no fool, and even less so the sort to suffer people who think they're brilliant.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter? It likely started with his broken home life. Rallen had always been able to see things that weren't quite....normal. Shadows moving, voices echoing in the dark...things that were make believe. With a mother who was never sober, and a father who left when he was five, Rallen was raised by his elder brother. Alex did what he could, teaching his baby brother just what it would take for him to make it in the world THEY belonged to...but. When you watch your own parent constantly drugging themselves up, sleeping their life away or hysterical...there's only so much a solid rock like an older brother can do. Rallen took to making lists of what needed to be done, following them to the letter, and not willing to let go of them for anything. He saw no reason to attach to anyone other than Alex.
When Rallen turned twelve, Alex turned 18, becoming the legal guardian of the teen at a very young age, and taking him away from that house. While the two's lives were functional, they were hardly well off. They barely ate, and the young Irishman barely slept. Their quiet home in Dunshaughlin was still fraught with perils, ones that the boy was more than capable of seeing all around him. Things that devoured his nightmares, and twisted his head into a new state of being.
He couldn't bother Alex with all this....he was too busy. Too caught up in his own life. So Rallen dealt with it on his own for years.
At 18, he went on to Belfast Metropolitan College, the first in his family to do so, as Alex had taken a job as a Mechanic in trade, apprenticing under an old friend of their mum's. Throughout his schooling, he still was unable to shake the shadows that polluted him. And people? People were the sort of things he didn't need. The boy didn't know how to interact with them. What was the point of them? They didn't help the darkness go away. He also never quite understood the way they worked.
Rallen never fit in.
So when he was offered a way to fight the darkness, to do something MORE than just exist in a world where he didn't fit in, he lept on it like a starving beast on fresh meat. Time to make something MORE of himself...for real.
Weapon Ability Call of Ragnarok (Y 1)When charged, Anger's FEAR ability is to instill a sense of doom and dread into the opponent. Due to the Demon's original ability, this sense can be strong or weak depending on the state of the opponent's mind. The FEAR is only activated when either blade rings by being struck, or if a person is within striking distance of the metal.
Physical Description: Rallen -
Eye Colour: Gray
Hair Colour/Style: Red, wavy, unruly hair that is usually pulled back into a ponytail
Skin Colour: Deep tan, with freckles across the bridge of his nose, and henna tattoo covering his arms in tribal design
Clothing Style/Colours: White jacket with gold trim, open at the neck and waist. Reveals a black undershirt at the neck, with a small blue handkerchief tied into the left pocket. Arms only come to the elbow.
Blue jeans - 2 buttons; Thigh holster...for what he won't tell anyone, on the right leg, red bandanna tied about the upper left thigh.
Black boots with blue lacing, calf-length.
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References: Art by Kuro/Astra
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