Rizel Crion
(by CHXN, click for bigger)
"It'd be incredible if you'd stop ******** talking."
-- Rizel
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Name: Rizel
Age: 24
Eye colour: Brown
Hair: Short black hair, short bangs
Body type: 6'1'', bit of muscle, peachy skin
Short personality: Impatient, easily irked, bossy, competitive, blunt.
Distinguishing features: His necklace (a silver gear pendant on a black cord). Keeps a simple dagger at his waist.
Outfits: Likes dark colours, long sleeves, button-ups, pants. Always has his gear necklace on him.
Themesong: XXXXXXXX
Universe: cominsoon
DETAILED PERSONALITY
Rizel is verrry impatient, and won't wait for you if you take longer than he expects. He's also easily annoyed, and his tolerance for stupidity is quite low.
He's also brutally honest, and will say whatever's on his mind, without sugarcoating it, even if it's hurtful.
He has a very short fuse, and will become aggressive towards pretty much everything and anything that pushes his amazing number of buttons.
Being unable to gain the upperhand and prove his dominance in a situation leaves him frustrated, and he's not very fond of losing (be it a game of checkers, or a full-blown skirmish).
Often orders people around, and hates it when those commands aren't followed. He's also rather stubborn, and arguing with him can make one feel like a dog chasing its own tail.
Has a bit of a soft spot for those who can get to know him close enough-- though with how quick he is to frustrate, very few have ever gotten far, and even those who have gained his trust are not spared from his short temper and bossiness.
Has something of a one-sided love-hate relationship with Cleer, his weapon.
RIZEL'S PAST
Rizel's life was pretty mundane before the war. He lived by himself and delivered packages to make ends meet (it was one of the only jobs he could get where interaction with the general public was kept low). This, of course, all changed when he was drafted into the army during the war. He, like all the other soldiers, was given a strange weapon (in his case, a trident) to fight off the invading troops.
Through an accident, he discovered the weapons (including his own) had been people just months before who had been forcefully experimented on using a combination of both science and most-likely-forbidden magic in order to become what they were now.
Disagreeing with this, he and his weapon (Cleer) abandoned their position and are now constantly on the run.
RELATIONSHIPS
- Cleer is his weapon-- though he doesn't really like the idea of using a human being as tool for fighting and killing, even if Cleer is indistinguishable from any other weapon during battle. He finds Cleer VERY annoying, but puts up with it because he promised to restore him to normal, somehow. In fact, there are a lot of things about Cleer he tolerates for which he would abandon somebody else-- but this doesn't mean he's above yelling at, insulting, and physically harming him. Definitely a love/hate relationship going there.
OTHER s**t
Has a hunch that Cleer is a raging homo, or at least is reaaally good at acting like one, though it's possibly the one thing he has decided to keep to himself (mostly because he'd like to not be 100% positive that Cleer is in mushygooey manlove with him).
Loves checkers.
Is fond of alcohol, but Cleer doesn't like it when he drinks and does everything he can to prevent him from doing so.
