So, shall we dance?
Name: Klaus Paragon
Titles: The White Haired Death God, The Assassins Killer, La Santa Muerte -the Saint Death-, Head of the Paragon Corps.
Age: 24
Race: Human
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160lbs
Alignment: True neutral
Sexuality: Bisexual, almost turning into homosexual
Abilities (Click to Show)
Lead/Goal Manifestation:
This is a power that all humans could achieve if they have strong will, determination, and if they want their goal completed no matter what. He can summon and specific weapon depending on the goal that he has in his life, the weapon is heavily linked with what you want, for example if you want to be a famous writer, your weapon would be a notebook and a pencil, with the power associated with writing stuff. The weapon breaks up or lose the ability to summon it, if he loses his goal, but he can gain another one by changing his goal.
Dying Flame Scythe:
This is his spiritual weapon, that was born from the wish to kill the assassin of his father. It is a big black slightly curved scythe, it has golden yellow marks all over the staff, and a white inscription on the blade in Spanish that says -Ojo por ojo y diente por diente- (Eye by eye and tooth by tooth) its ability is to heat the blade, making it hot red and being able to create fire from each slash, it also grants him the power of pyrokinesis, but only when it is summoned and summon different types of fire if he has seen them before.
Dance Based Fighting Style (Click to Show)
Klaus has Spanish, Italian, Japanese and Dominican roots, as his mother is a Spanish-Italian offspring and his father a Japanese-Dominican offspring. He incorporates dances that are associated to them on his fighting style to use efficiently the full capacities of his weapon.
Spanish (Click to Show)
When he has the Spanish music on his heart, he starts to dance Flamenco, doing fast and powerful stomps on the ground, along fast and irregular slashes, he tends to speak more Spanish when he dances flamenco.
Piso Ardiente Aka Hot Floor:
He inserts his scythe on the ground as he claps and stomps around it, then it would suddenly go completely red and start to make the ground hotter, gaining a temperature that you would feel like you're in an oven. The shoes would start to melt, even if it isn't a meltable material, except for him as he would just regulate the heat around him. If you go where you are stomping, then you're good.
Italian (Click to Show)
He associates his Italian roots with Ballet, he makes graceful and slow but powerful moves, becomes all swirly and tending to make a lot of spin based attacks. He can't speak Italian, but his accent becomes Italian.
Trompo de la fiamma Aka Tornado of the flame:
He would start to make a ballet swirl with his scythe extended, leaving a trail of flames behind and making a fire mini tornado, then he would stop spinning and shot it at the enemy.
Japanese (Click to Show)
Associating Japan with ceremonial dances along some karate moves, he controls better the fire of his scythe and makes it fight for him if he is far enough or overwhelm his enemies with a sudden scythe slash along a pal thrust to make you back off. He doesn't really speaks, but you can understand what he wants to tell you on his eyes. (Use ' for his dialogues as he won't open his mouth)
Flaming spirit:
He sits with his knees and puts the scythe as a horizontal, then he would look at the blade and heat it fast as he could making appear a figure of a random animal and suddenly looks to you, then the animal would go to you. But with a good hit, it would dissipate.
Dominican (Click to Show)
Dominican:
If you ask him, his least favorite, but his best dance is the Dominican Merengue. It is just like the salsa, but tends to be more close to the body of his partner, he would start to make weird moves with his feet and then charges towards you with his scythe on his back, then with he would ignite all the weapon with fire and slashes you continuously in close range. He speaks in Spanish, but still mixed with English as the Dominicans speaks like that, he calls it 'Spanglish'.
El Volcano:
This is just like the Spanish 'Piso Ardiente' He would insert his scythe on the ground, but he won't stomp, he would just say 'El Volcano ya desperto, bro!' -The Volcano woke up, bro!- And a hot spot would be made where you are standing, then a pillar of fire would be come up quickly, if you move, another one would be made, the only thing that could stop it is that if he doesn't know where you are.
If you ask him, his least favorite, but his best dance is the Dominican Merengue. It is just like the salsa, but tends to be more close to the body of his partner, he would start to make weird moves with his feet and then charges towards you with his scythe on his back, then with he would ignite all the weapon with fire and slashes you continuously in close range. He speaks in Spanish, but still mixed with English as the Dominicans speaks like that, he calls it 'Spanglish'.
El Volcano:
This is just like the Spanish 'Piso Ardiente' He would insert his scythe on the ground, but he won't stomp, he would just say 'El Volcano ya desperto, bro!' -The Volcano woke up, bro!- And a hot spot would be made where you are standing, then a pillar of fire would be come up quickly, if you move, another one would be made, the only thing that could stop it is that if he doesn't know where you are.
Weakness (Click to Show)
Lose interests: If he loses his interest in the battle, his scythe would disappear and he would just run as he needs to have a feeling linked with his lead to summon his scythe.
Break scythe: If you manage to break his scythe, something that could be possible if its hit with an opposite element, like high pressured water or a huge chunk of ice, he would collapse as his scythe is a manifestation of his soul, if that happens consider the battle won.
Decision: most of the time, he won't start to dance as the battle starts, no. He would need to think about what dance he could use, and he won't summon his weapon if he doesn't decides it, so he's vulnerable to most attacks, though he would still be aware of what would you do and would try to avoid it. (Most of the time fails)
Mental powers: Ok, let's use some logic, the soul is in fact the strongest and the weakest spot that all the creatures had and it is true as it can makes you keep fighting, but if someone breaks your fighting spirit, then you won't do anything as you would think yourself as a failure. His scythe is the manifestation of his soul, by logic his scythe be susceptible to manipulative, controlling and corrupting powers as they would literally touch his soul if they touch his scythe.
NPCs (Click to Show)
Freeze Kaiser (Click to Show)
He is a friend of Klaus and his lover interest. They met each other in the abandoned auditorium of their city, and then they became good friends, hanging together most of the time.
Appearance:
He has a slim type of body, his skin being slightly paler than most men, he has blue hair by nature and his eyes are inversed, his iris being with and his sclera having a sky blue tonality. He often wears light colored clothing, hid most basic clothes consisting on a baby blue shirt with a dark blue tie and a white coat, along blue colored pants and black shoes.
Personality:
He is calmed and kind, he sees the beauty in everything, including the most dark things such as homicides and assassinations. But when he is angry, he becomes cold like ice and won't say a word to you if it isn't important or if you insist too much.
Powers:
Lead/Goal Manifestation:
As Klaus, he can also manifest his soul or spiritual weapon when he has an emotion associated with the goal on his life.
Fractal wings:
His weapon is a pair of diamond shards looking ice wings, even though they seem to be fragile, they're hard as diamond and cold as winter itself. They make the body of Freeze so cold that it slowly freezes anything around him, control and create ice, he can also take the crystals of the wings and use them as weapons, such as daggers or short swords.
About/ Story (Click to Show)
Klaus was born in a very weird but successful family, as they were both offsprings of two nationalities, even if he had blood from four countries, he didn't minded. Since he was a kid he was treated like a prince, as his father had their own company of wines and teas.
He since he was little was taught to be the perfect leader of a company, always polite, good persuading, and good at knowing the human mentality. But one night, when he when he had only seven years old, his father was assassinated in front if him in hands of a crazy assassin with the excuse of being an act of 'love'. That traumatized him and made him to create his first lead, to kill the man that assassinated his father.
His mother said to him that they always had an open relationship, they were together, but they could have relations with other people if they wanted. As she said, that assassin was in fact his ex-assistant, he wanted to have something serious with his father, but he didn't wanted to, and he fired him. So as a punishment for not love him, his assistant kill him.
Klaus when he heard that story, he became furious as because of the man and suddenly, a mysterious scythe appeared in front of them, around a circle of red blood fire. Klaus felt a pulling on his body, he was being attracted to the scythe, as he became closer to the weapon, his mother couldn't talk as she was horrified. When finally, he laid a finger on the edge of the ominous weapon, it wrote an inscription with fire on the edge - Ojo por Ojo, Diente por Diente - he smiled weakly and took the weapon with him.
He trained for five months with the scythe, he felt that dancing was the only method that he could use properly his new weapon, but as he didn't knew how, he started to take dance lessons. Ten years later when he was seventeen, he had to take the company of his father, as his mother wasn't strong enough to be the leader.
Finally at his twenty four years old, he saw a commercial of an interesting place, a place that maybe he could find the killer of his father, the wRHG system. Filled with vengeful instincts and with his scythe and dance moves at his sleeve, he came to the system and became a fighter.
He since he was little was taught to be the perfect leader of a company, always polite, good persuading, and good at knowing the human mentality. But one night, when he when he had only seven years old, his father was assassinated in front if him in hands of a crazy assassin with the excuse of being an act of 'love'. That traumatized him and made him to create his first lead, to kill the man that assassinated his father.
His mother said to him that they always had an open relationship, they were together, but they could have relations with other people if they wanted. As she said, that assassin was in fact his ex-assistant, he wanted to have something serious with his father, but he didn't wanted to, and he fired him. So as a punishment for not love him, his assistant kill him.
Klaus when he heard that story, he became furious as because of the man and suddenly, a mysterious scythe appeared in front of them, around a circle of red blood fire. Klaus felt a pulling on his body, he was being attracted to the scythe, as he became closer to the weapon, his mother couldn't talk as she was horrified. When finally, he laid a finger on the edge of the ominous weapon, it wrote an inscription with fire on the edge - Ojo por Ojo, Diente por Diente - he smiled weakly and took the weapon with him.
He trained for five months with the scythe, he felt that dancing was the only method that he could use properly his new weapon, but as he didn't knew how, he started to take dance lessons. Ten years later when he was seventeen, he had to take the company of his father, as his mother wasn't strong enough to be the leader.
Finally at his twenty four years old, he saw a commercial of an interesting place, a place that maybe he could find the killer of his father, the wRHG system. Filled with vengeful instincts and with his scythe and dance moves at his sleeve, he came to the system and became a fighter.
Demo (Click to Show)
Klaus was in the roof of the abandoned auditorium of the city of Mastek, the night was coming as the sun went down slowly in the horizon. The last time that he was there, he had was only six years old, his father was still alive and the auditorium was still functional,. having concerts every Friday night. He liked to go up the roof with his father and see the stars when the presentation finalized, sometimes with popcorn or a smoothie and they played, naming the stars with funny names.
Now with twenty four, he still remembered the names of the stars. 'Chubby Wally, Baby Tina, Bloobly Danny...' The names started to appear as he watched the stars coming out. A smile appeared on his face, along a tear that was going down through his right cheek, he didn't bothered to stop it as the watery drop on his pale skin was only a reflection of his broken inside, even when he thought that it was over, even when he thought that growing up might change what he felt. He was still being the same child that watched the death of his father by hands of that mysterious black haired man. He brushed his snow white hair with his right hand, feeling the touch of his own fingers on his head as he gave a little sigh at himself.
"Why I can't let that go?... I know that it was my father, but..."
He in fact answered his own question, he was his father, his own blood, his progenitor. He couldn't let that go easily, every time that he remembered that moment, that he remembered the wicked grin of the culprit, a spark of rage and discomfort surged like a big wave and made him regret the fact that he did nothing just to watch that.
He guided his sight to his left hand and as he lifted it up, not too close to his chest and opened it to let him see his palm. A flame was born slowly in the middle of the surface of his hand, growing slowly to be a full fledged fireball, then it separated, starting to form what it looked like a staff, changing the tonality from orange to black in just seconds and letting see an almost floral design of golden markings going through the now slightly curved staff. When the flame finished to form what it looked like a bended over polearm now, a greater fire was born in the upper endpoint of the pole. A blade was formed as the flame moved forward and slightly bending over the right.
"My companion, my scythe. You were product of my wish to kill the assassin of my father... Thanks for being with me all the time...."
He smiled weakly as grabbed the scythe with his right hand and passed his left thumb over the blade, specifically where it had an inscription.
"Ojo por Ojo, Diente por Diente..."
It was the Spanish words for the known revengeful quote 'Eye by Eye, Tooth by Tooth' and it was actually his situation, if the assassin killed his father, one of his progenitors, then he would just need to kill one of his progenitors too.
Now with twenty four, he still remembered the names of the stars. 'Chubby Wally, Baby Tina, Bloobly Danny...' The names started to appear as he watched the stars coming out. A smile appeared on his face, along a tear that was going down through his right cheek, he didn't bothered to stop it as the watery drop on his pale skin was only a reflection of his broken inside, even when he thought that it was over, even when he thought that growing up might change what he felt. He was still being the same child that watched the death of his father by hands of that mysterious black haired man. He brushed his snow white hair with his right hand, feeling the touch of his own fingers on his head as he gave a little sigh at himself.
"Why I can't let that go?... I know that it was my father, but..."
He in fact answered his own question, he was his father, his own blood, his progenitor. He couldn't let that go easily, every time that he remembered that moment, that he remembered the wicked grin of the culprit, a spark of rage and discomfort surged like a big wave and made him regret the fact that he did nothing just to watch that.
He guided his sight to his left hand and as he lifted it up, not too close to his chest and opened it to let him see his palm. A flame was born slowly in the middle of the surface of his hand, growing slowly to be a full fledged fireball, then it separated, starting to form what it looked like a staff, changing the tonality from orange to black in just seconds and letting see an almost floral design of golden markings going through the now slightly curved staff. When the flame finished to form what it looked like a bended over polearm now, a greater fire was born in the upper endpoint of the pole. A blade was formed as the flame moved forward and slightly bending over the right.
"My companion, my scythe. You were product of my wish to kill the assassin of my father... Thanks for being with me all the time...."
He smiled weakly as grabbed the scythe with his right hand and passed his left thumb over the blade, specifically where it had an inscription.
"Ojo por Ojo, Diente por Diente..."
It was the Spanish words for the known revengeful quote 'Eye by Eye, Tooth by Tooth' and it was actually his situation, if the assassin killed his father, one of his progenitors, then he would just need to kill one of his progenitors too.
personality (Click to Show)
He has an outgoing personality, caring about his friends and always looking to the positive side of everything. But what no one knows is that he has a dark side, heartless, silent, cold-hearted and has a cool mind when the time needs it. But as a normal human, he is still depressed for the death of his father as he thinks that he could do something.
Appearance (Click to Show)
He has natural short white spiky hair, most of the time without even brush. Sky blue eyes that are just like a reflection of the sky itself and a slightly pale skin that almost blends with his hair. He wears simple T-shirts, most black, jeans and sneakers. But when he needs to go to his office or go to a elegant place, he wears a suit with a black shirt and a white tie, along black pants and black boots with some white lines.
Battles: None.
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