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Description
Evolution ----> :origin()/pre09/538a/th/pre/i/2015/293/a/7/mechanismon___carel_rothenberg__evolved__by_lordmegi-d9dsjnf.jpg)
Yet another character for
. Dashing hobos with bad luck and great voices. ...Welp, back to commissions now.
(No, I do not know how that weapon works.)
Name: Carel Rothenberg
Pokemon: Murkrow
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Rank: A
Level: 100
Type:
/ 
Country: Cassus
Class: Bard
Moves:
- Perish Song (egg move)
- He sings a haunting, yet beautiful melody, which after a short period of time makes everyone who heard it loose consciousness.
- Wing Attack - His foe is struck with large, imposing wings spread wide to inflict damage.
- Quash - Carel pins the target with a dark, arresting look, intimidating and freezing them in spot, not allowing them to move, thus easily surpassing their attack - they will be able to move as last.
- Sucker Punch - He draws close to his foe, and once in range, suddenly strikes. It throws his enemy off guard and he will always be first to attack.
Ability: Super Luck - An ability which does not appear in any part of his life other than battle - he can find his opponents weak points with surprising ease, exploiting them and heightening the damage.
Accessory:
- An old lute guitar.
- A modified sawed-off shotgun with three barrels. Old, but working. He keeps it under his coat.
- A black, falling apart top hat he found laying on the ground once.
Personality: Although he might appear rather intimidating at first, the effect is gone once the hat is off. Carel was born a kind soul, unfitting for the environment he had to live in. Calm and easy-going, rather than stealing your purse, he will help you get it back. Life hardened him however, and when the situation calls for it, the peacefulness around him can disappear. His more than horrible luck, ironic, considering his ability, made him somewhat resigned towards his fate - he learned to accept the unlucky events that follow him like a shadow without questions. As more than often despair befalls those around him, he tends to keep to himself, never staying in one place for too long, as not to cause misfortune. At least it's what he tells himself - Murkrows are considered a bad omen, and the general opinion mixed with his own paranoia, made him somewhat of a lone wolf. However, it is a forced habit he learned through time, and being a social creature by nature, he will not say no to a good company when an opportunity presents itself.
Talents: Even though he was a soldier most of his life, Carel's primary talents are musical in nature - he has a wonderful tenor voice and is capable of playing on various instruments - the main one being a lute guitar, but he was also trained in piano. His vocal range allows him to mimic a variety of sounds, useful for entertainment and distractions as well as secret communications. As a nocturnal creature, he feels quite well in the dark, his eyes allowing him to see through the shadows. His officer training made him into a good strategist, able to fall under as well as exact discipline when times call for it. Well informed in the ways of Landermacht, he could prove to be a valuable source when it comes to information about said country. His upbringing gifted him a bit of flourish when speaking, and so he possesses a more elaborate vocabulary than one could expect from someone in his state. Trained in firearms.
Weaknesses: His less than healthy lifestyle did not leave him with a very sturdy body - though once hardened, the lack of warm meals starts showings it's tell-tale signs. It left a strain on his endurance, and though he flies well, he is not able to cover long distances - starving will do that to you. Once well fed and groomed his capabilities will grow considerably. Being born a bird comes with it's disadvantages - mainly in form of rocks, thunder and blizzards. Unless given a warm coat he will freeze solid before the winter passes. His appearance does not make him the best choice for a prom night date - though it wasn't always the case, he tends to avoid those more well off, feeling uncomfortable in their presence. The death warrant on his head in Landermacht successfully excludes the region from his travels.
Background: Carel was born into a rich family, one belonging to Landermacht's top social caste. His father, an Altaria named Dominik Rothenberg, was a businessman enjoying the company of Merhlin's finest, having fought tooth and nail to make his place in the corrupted aristocracy. Not a bad man, simply misguided, he was fueled by the goal to prove himself. Being gifted a son, as soon as the little Murkrow said his first word, he started ensuring his future - military was a perfect choice for a family of their renown, ensuring their place not only in business but also in politics. The boy though wanted to be an artist - he inherited his parents musical talents, the genes strong, although not awakened in his father. Dominik decided to douse them at their roots, and so Carel grew, surrounded by tutors, history and politics, doing all the activities popular amongst peers his age. His mother, Frida, saw his true wishes, and being unable to sway her husband's will, decided to teach the boy herself - singing and piano, she was Carel's only mentor.
She could not stop the process though, and as soon as the Murkrow hit the right age, he was enrolled into the military. Thanks to his father's connections, as well as his own talents, he quickly grew in ranks, having been announced an officer at the tender age of 21. The grand future was not painted in the colors of pink though, as Landermacht's realities were everything but noble. In charge of his own people, he was given tasks, ranging from protection of the public to stifling the uprisings that sometimes broke out in the less-than-pleased parts of the huge country. He grew tired through the years of service, encountering things he was neither accustomed, nor prepared to see. Not made out of the same clay as his fellow countrymen were, he could not understand how they were not revolted by the things they had to do. It was during one of such situations he had enough - his squad was a part of forces sent to stifle a commotion in the poorest district of Merhlin - it was a comb-out, getting rid of the vermin, as well as sending a warning to the rest - killing two birds with one stone. Women and children, elderly, ridden with illnesses and starved, were all to be eliminated. An order was an order, and the deed had to be done. He refused to be a part of it, and neither capable of stopping it or following the instructions, he ran. He did not know what happened of the people under his command, he did not know if he compromised his family's position amongst the Landermacht's elite and at the time did not care - all that mattered was getting out of the cursed country, and so he breached the borders of Cassus.
Guilt-ridden, he traveled through the illusion-coated land and does so until now. A price on his head, he could never again set foot in his motherland, nor contact his family. However, as bad as his situation was, he found a certain freedom in the new status fate had given him. Free of obligations, he could travel wherever he wanted, doing what he was destined to do - music. Sure, the conditions could be better, sure, he could use a warm meal, but, for the first time in a long while, he was happy. Now he lives a life of an entertainer and a traveler, exploring the vast areas of the world of Orbis.
Other:
- His nails are naturally black color - he does not paint them.
- Possess a subtle German accent, which grows stronger the more agitated he is.
- The black markings around his eyes are by no means natural - it's make up, showing his status of an entertainer (and making his dirty appearance look planned... in theory.)
- His left boot is literally falling apart - thus, the bandages.
- Shaves when he can, but most of these days he will sport a short stubble.
- The only parts of his body kept in top condition are his wings - he grooms them often, the feathers silky and smooth in touch.
- He wears his old officer coat, however it in such a state than an unknowing eye wouldn't be able to guess it's origins. When asked, he will tell you it was found during one of his travels.
- Silent as a grave about his past, he avoids the topic like a fire.
- Nor does he talks about his inherited, although admittedly suppressed, kleptomania - that man loves all things shiny, and only years of training keep him from getting his hands on the various items he finds to his taste. A true Murkrow until the very end.
- Has a legendary appetite.
- Tends to sing a lot of Disney. He makes a fine princess.
Personal Quote:
"A song? But of course... just tell me... are you eating zat?"
Theme song: Blind Guardian - The Bards Song
Yet another character for
. Dashing hobos with bad luck and great voices. ...Welp, back to commissions now.(No, I do not know how that weapon works.)
Name: Carel Rothenberg
Pokemon: Murkrow
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Rank: A
Level: 100
Type:
/ Country: Cassus
Class: Bard
Moves:
- Perish Song (egg move)
- He sings a haunting, yet beautiful melody, which after a short period of time makes everyone who heard it loose consciousness.- Wing Attack
- His foe is struck with large, imposing wings spread wide to inflict damage. - Quash
- Carel pins the target with a dark, arresting look, intimidating and freezing them in spot, not allowing them to move, thus easily surpassing their attack - they will be able to move as last. - Sucker Punch
- He draws close to his foe, and once in range, suddenly strikes. It throws his enemy off guard and he will always be first to attack.Ability: Super Luck - An ability which does not appear in any part of his life other than battle - he can find his opponents weak points with surprising ease, exploiting them and heightening the damage.
Accessory:
- An old lute guitar.
- A modified sawed-off shotgun with three barrels. Old, but working. He keeps it under his coat.
- A black, falling apart top hat he found laying on the ground once.
Personality: Although he might appear rather intimidating at first, the effect is gone once the hat is off. Carel was born a kind soul, unfitting for the environment he had to live in. Calm and easy-going, rather than stealing your purse, he will help you get it back. Life hardened him however, and when the situation calls for it, the peacefulness around him can disappear. His more than horrible luck, ironic, considering his ability, made him somewhat resigned towards his fate - he learned to accept the unlucky events that follow him like a shadow without questions. As more than often despair befalls those around him, he tends to keep to himself, never staying in one place for too long, as not to cause misfortune. At least it's what he tells himself - Murkrows are considered a bad omen, and the general opinion mixed with his own paranoia, made him somewhat of a lone wolf. However, it is a forced habit he learned through time, and being a social creature by nature, he will not say no to a good company when an opportunity presents itself.
Talents: Even though he was a soldier most of his life, Carel's primary talents are musical in nature - he has a wonderful tenor voice and is capable of playing on various instruments - the main one being a lute guitar, but he was also trained in piano. His vocal range allows him to mimic a variety of sounds, useful for entertainment and distractions as well as secret communications. As a nocturnal creature, he feels quite well in the dark, his eyes allowing him to see through the shadows. His officer training made him into a good strategist, able to fall under as well as exact discipline when times call for it. Well informed in the ways of Landermacht, he could prove to be a valuable source when it comes to information about said country. His upbringing gifted him a bit of flourish when speaking, and so he possesses a more elaborate vocabulary than one could expect from someone in his state. Trained in firearms.
Weaknesses: His less than healthy lifestyle did not leave him with a very sturdy body - though once hardened, the lack of warm meals starts showings it's tell-tale signs. It left a strain on his endurance, and though he flies well, he is not able to cover long distances - starving will do that to you. Once well fed and groomed his capabilities will grow considerably. Being born a bird comes with it's disadvantages - mainly in form of rocks, thunder and blizzards. Unless given a warm coat he will freeze solid before the winter passes. His appearance does not make him the best choice for a prom night date - though it wasn't always the case, he tends to avoid those more well off, feeling uncomfortable in their presence. The death warrant on his head in Landermacht successfully excludes the region from his travels.
Background: Carel was born into a rich family, one belonging to Landermacht's top social caste. His father, an Altaria named Dominik Rothenberg, was a businessman enjoying the company of Merhlin's finest, having fought tooth and nail to make his place in the corrupted aristocracy. Not a bad man, simply misguided, he was fueled by the goal to prove himself. Being gifted a son, as soon as the little Murkrow said his first word, he started ensuring his future - military was a perfect choice for a family of their renown, ensuring their place not only in business but also in politics. The boy though wanted to be an artist - he inherited his parents musical talents, the genes strong, although not awakened in his father. Dominik decided to douse them at their roots, and so Carel grew, surrounded by tutors, history and politics, doing all the activities popular amongst peers his age. His mother, Frida, saw his true wishes, and being unable to sway her husband's will, decided to teach the boy herself - singing and piano, she was Carel's only mentor.
She could not stop the process though, and as soon as the Murkrow hit the right age, he was enrolled into the military. Thanks to his father's connections, as well as his own talents, he quickly grew in ranks, having been announced an officer at the tender age of 21. The grand future was not painted in the colors of pink though, as Landermacht's realities were everything but noble. In charge of his own people, he was given tasks, ranging from protection of the public to stifling the uprisings that sometimes broke out in the less-than-pleased parts of the huge country. He grew tired through the years of service, encountering things he was neither accustomed, nor prepared to see. Not made out of the same clay as his fellow countrymen were, he could not understand how they were not revolted by the things they had to do. It was during one of such situations he had enough - his squad was a part of forces sent to stifle a commotion in the poorest district of Merhlin - it was a comb-out, getting rid of the vermin, as well as sending a warning to the rest - killing two birds with one stone. Women and children, elderly, ridden with illnesses and starved, were all to be eliminated. An order was an order, and the deed had to be done. He refused to be a part of it, and neither capable of stopping it or following the instructions, he ran. He did not know what happened of the people under his command, he did not know if he compromised his family's position amongst the Landermacht's elite and at the time did not care - all that mattered was getting out of the cursed country, and so he breached the borders of Cassus.
Guilt-ridden, he traveled through the illusion-coated land and does so until now. A price on his head, he could never again set foot in his motherland, nor contact his family. However, as bad as his situation was, he found a certain freedom in the new status fate had given him. Free of obligations, he could travel wherever he wanted, doing what he was destined to do - music. Sure, the conditions could be better, sure, he could use a warm meal, but, for the first time in a long while, he was happy. Now he lives a life of an entertainer and a traveler, exploring the vast areas of the world of Orbis.
Other:
- His nails are naturally black color - he does not paint them.
- Possess a subtle German accent, which grows stronger the more agitated he is.
- The black markings around his eyes are by no means natural - it's make up, showing his status of an entertainer (and making his dirty appearance look planned... in theory.)
- His left boot is literally falling apart - thus, the bandages.
- Shaves when he can, but most of these days he will sport a short stubble.
- The only parts of his body kept in top condition are his wings - he grooms them often, the feathers silky and smooth in touch.
- He wears his old officer coat, however it in such a state than an unknowing eye wouldn't be able to guess it's origins. When asked, he will tell you it was found during one of his travels.
- Silent as a grave about his past, he avoids the topic like a fire.
- Nor does he talks about his inherited, although admittedly suppressed, kleptomania - that man loves all things shiny, and only years of training keep him from getting his hands on the various items he finds to his taste. A true Murkrow until the very end.
- Has a legendary appetite.
- Tends to sing a lot of Disney. He makes a fine princess.
Personal Quote:
"A song? But of course... just tell me... are you eating zat?"
Theme song: Blind Guardian - The Bards Song
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2080x1495px 2.86 MB
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wow, much hat, such feather