Law Bourdon; Cloud Eater!
Feb 19, 2019 23:14:16 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Feb 19, 2019 23:14:16 GMT -5
Character Basics
Character Name: Law Bourdon
Character Race: Hume
Character Age: 26
Character Gender: Male
About the Character
Character Personality:
Law always prioritized his freedom over anything else. This is part of the reason he became a sky pirate. Hating restrictions, limitations to his time, or any sort of unnecessary hinderance to him doing whatever he wants, Law’s main problem is with authority. Detesting rules, constructs of ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ and guidelines of any sort, Law lives his life by a specific code: having no code at all. Codes set limitations and rules upon oneself, afterall.
Because of his desire to do as he pleases when he pleases, Law can come off as selfish or self-centered at first glance. Which he is. There ARE redeeming factors, though! For instance, he’ll always be willing to assist someone in need (for a price). He’s also certainly the friendly type, not typically enjoying needless violence, Law will always believe in negotiation (or weaseling out of things) as the best tactic. That being said, he also won’t hate having to resort to violence if he has to, as he is very confident in his abilities. Almost to a fault. Well… definitely to a fault.
Due to his confidence, Law will certainly overestimate himself most times, typically ending up in situations that are more than he can handle. Luckily, he is an adept fighter, as a life of piracy is sure to involve conflict. He has had to handle adversity of all kinds, adapting and growing with each successful challenge... And drinking with each failure. With low willpower and a history of avoiding emotional problems with substances, Law consistently seeks alcohol to heal any internal wound, rarely opening up or seeking help from others. He also doesn’t necessarily enjoy talking with others about their emotions, either.
With a personality like this, it’s hard to imagine the sky pirate fighting for the side of Light… but surprisingly, Law is very adamant in his distaste of the Heartless. In his opinion, they are monsters who cannot be persuaded, bribed, reasoned with or robbed, thus deeming them worthless. Detesting how the monsters can threaten to wipe out his only source of income and treasures, Law has grown a passionate hatred of the dark creatures and any who associate with them. To be clear though, he fights them because he wants to.
Character Appearance:
Law stands tall at six feet even. His frame isn’t necessarily large, as his physique is slim but muscular, due to an active lifestyle. He has dirty blonde hair, short and neat on the sides but longer and swept back at the top. On his chin is a patch of facial hair the same color, styled in a ‘slam-poet’ fashion. His skin is very tanned from living a life under the sun and sky, though in his shallow cheeks he will usually have the rosy tint of someone who’s had a cup or two of rum. This normally makes his blue eyes seem a bit brighter than they are. For distinct markings there is an 'X' shaped scar on his right shoulder, a large scar on his abdomen, as well as a tattoo of two clouds on his ribcage.
Law wears a dark leather pilots jacket, fashioned with an assortment of armor and trinkets. Beneath the jacket is a simple white v-neck t shirt. On his left shoulder over his jacket is a fastened brass pauldron, small and simple but sturdy. It has a harpy emblem engraved into it. Lower on the same arm under the jacket he wears a thin vambrace made of leather and brass for protection. The last bit of armor he wears is a single gold cuisses, which is latched over his right thigh over his durable black pants. On his feet he wears tall, black polished pilot boots, which go up to his mid-calf, his pants tucked into them. The boots are steel-toed for protection and offense.
Being a pirate, Law does have a weakness for flashy items. Because of this, he has many accessories, such as the brass ear cuff on his right ear with three golden rings to match, as well as a vibrant blue and yellow feather earring in his left. He also wears a luxurious soft blue scarf around his neck, tucked neatly so that enemies or adversaries cannot grab onto it easily. Beneath is a large harpy pendant made of gold, hung by a thick gold chain exposed against the white t-shirt. Around his wrist are three golden bangles, one with a vibrant yellow gemstone in it. On each finger is a different ring, some made of gold, others of brass or even orichalcum. His smile is usually speckled with gold teeth, random in placement and numerous. All of these accessories he won fairly, either through gambling or theft (which is fair, in his opinion).
Character Hobbies/Activities:
Other than flying his airship, Law enjoys many things a classical pirate would, due to the company he usually finds himself around. Law has a strong preference for rum, being one of his favorite drinks in the world, as well as having a weakness for gambling (specifically dice games). A non-often spoken of pleasure of his is cloud watching.
Battle Statistics
Character Position:
(Unconventional) Hero
Character Spells:
Aero- Summons a defensive wind barrier that surrounds the user for a short time. Gives a minor boost in defense. [Duration of 3 posts] [1 post cooldown]
Thundara- Summons lightning bolts from the sky to rain down on enemies for thunder type damage. Deals moderate damage. [2 post cooldown]
Cura- Restores a moderate amount of health to the user, or to a party member. [1 use per battle] [Cannot use other spells for 3 posts after]
Character Abilities:
Transforming Weapon- Law’s gunblade is a transforming weapon, able to be either a sword or a gun. It is unable to both shoot and be a blade at the same time though, and because of this, he has to transform his weapon into what he needs at the moment. Law is limited to ONE transformation per post.
Ambidextrous- The life of the sky pirate is one filled with difficult tasks, typically ones that require both hands. Law is able to effectively fight using his weapon with either hand, able to switch hands during a fight to gain the advantage on his opponent.
Dirty Tactics- Being a sky pirate, Law doesn’t necessarily fight with the same code of honor other individuals might. Believing: “All is fair in love and war, and all that.”, Law will use any means to win a fight, whether it be cheap shots, distractions, using the environment or low blows. In a fight, anything goes. Unfortunately for him, pocket sand usually doesn’t work on Heartless.
Balancing Act- Living most of his life in the skies on the deck of a ship, Law has excellent balance and can stay sturdy on most platforms. This has also assisted him with other feats of balance, such as walking across ropes of the ship, or balancing on the masts, as well as running along railings. All of this has allowed Law to stay quick on his feet, not prone to falling over or getting thrown off guard.
Pilot Savvy- Being an airship pilot, Law can also figure out most other vehicles he comes across. With a knack for being behind the wheel (so-to-speak), he is a great driver or pilot in any machinery he controls.
Character Forms/Command Styles:
N/A
Character Weapons:
Gunblade- Law fights with a unique weapon from his world of origin, the gunblade. A peculiar weapon, it can either be a sword or transformed into a gun. When a sword, its hilt still has the grip of a gun, the trigger forming the guard. Its grip is black with brass and gold plating. The blade is a pitch black, the edge lined with gold. It has a harpy symbol scratched onto the base of the blade, small and crude. When a gun, it appears almost like a pistol with an unusually long barrel, all of which is the brass and gold.
((For more reference on how this weapon works, think Lightning’s gunblade from FF, not Squalls.))
Brass Knuckles- Law wasn’t born yesterday, knowing full well the dangers of having only one weapon, he carries a pair of hefty brass knuckles with him as a backup. He will use these anytime he is disarmed or separated from his gunblade.
Bootstraps- Law wears sturdy steel-toed pilot boots. Because of this his kicks are extremely dangerous, as they have an extra weight and durability to them than normal kicks would.
Character Summons:
N/A
Character Strengths:
Independent
Self Confident
Ambitious
Character Weaknesses:
Selfish Tendencies
Easily Distracted
Gambling
Kingdom Hearts
Which form will you choose?
"The power of the Warrior"
The power of the Defender
The power of the Mystic
What is most important to you?
“Being number one.”
“Friendship.”
“My prized possessions.”
What do you want out of life?
“To see rare sights.”
“To broaden my horizons.”
“To be strong.”
What are you afraid of?
“Getting old.”
“Being different.”
“Being indecisive.”
Character History
Though his original world has no name, it was vast and had an endless sky. With multiple large continents and various islands with vast seas separating them, the place was large and hard to completely see. Well... perhaps for those without airships. With a world full of technology such as cars, radio transmission and trains, it was no surprise that airships were also a vast component of Law's home world. With so many places for there to be trade or commerce, traveling through the skies became essential to sustainability.
Law had no real family growing up, other than those who were also orphaned on the streets. There were orphanages, but most on his world typically ended up sold off or kicked out once getting too old. There had been war, many parents being drafted and losing their lives. Luckily he was too young to even remember who his parents were, what they looked like. Larger cities with swarms of people and tall buildings might make one think adoption rates would be higher. They weren't, as the cost of living in such large cities continued to rise. Not many individuals residing in the cities could afford to adopt.
Being one of many orphaned children at the Bourdon Orphanage, Law had only stayed in the governments care until the age of 10. By then, they had told him it was time to get to work or leave. He had tried the factories for all of two days before losing his temper. Seeking shelter on the streets of a bustling city, the rebellious child had chosen their own path. They always seemed to have their eyes towards the sky, waiting to catch a glimpse of the freedom it held.
It wasn't until he was 14 that Law set foot on the deck of an airship. Having survived many years of hardship and hoodlumry from the city streets, he had finally managed to get work in the port. He was hired as a deckhand on a cargo airship, eager and hungry for more. Within two years he had worked his way from freight shipment to thieving and mercenary work, initially being a deckhand but moving up to assisting the Captain of the ship in most needs.
He was hungry for more. Not wanting to just follow orders and be someone's assistant, Law continued to work hard in order to gain the know-how in order to lead himself. By the time he was 20 he had managed to gather enough resources and learn enough to get himself a small airship. It was modest but his, being only a small boat with two air rotors and one small engine on the back. The deck could only fit 6 people at most, the underbelly being so small it only had two rooms outside of the cannon loading area, of which there were only two cannons on each side. Only one sail marked the sigil of a harpy.
For that was the name of the airship: The Harpy. For the next six years, Law began to sail across the world he had dreamed of seeing, either thieving or selling his blade or (his favorite) treasure hunting. Escaping government officials was difficult, but his piloting abilities spoke for themselves, his craft small but able to allow him to navigate through crafty situations. He did have to break out of a few prisons, though. Not everyone can be flawless.
Those six years were the best of his life. With his own cunning and strength he had begun to grow his own name as a sky pirate. The world was vast, and so not many might recognize the name of the sky pirate Law, but the few islands or cities that do would surely have tales to tell. Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end, eventually.
Sailing through the skies, Law had been searching for a fabled cove rumored to be washed away with the tide. Supposedly during the summers the waters lowered and revealed this forgotten place, which was rumored to be the source of an ancient and forgotten treasure. On his way to this place, eager for glory, Law was caught in a harsh storm that had seemed to appear out of nowhere when he got near. Where had once floated lofty clouds, soft and pieced apart by gentle breezes, had suddenly turned to thunderous monsters. It seemed like darkness itself had engulfed the day.
Law had heard faint rumors over the years, of creatures only seen in the southernmost islands and skies. Creature that seemed to be crafted of darkness themselves. Due to the inconsistency of such rumors and how few the sightings were, he had not taken them seriously. The storm itself seemed to be alive as a large orb began to emerge in the sky below his ship. It was a vast darkness, one he couldn't fathom or think of.
Despite his sky prowess, Law lost that day. He had been sucked in, despite The Harpy's newer engines and rotors he had installed. After that, all turned too black. He awoke on Traverse Town, his ship damaged but intact. After learning of the Heartless from the locals on that world, he has mainly been hopping from world to world, treasure hunting and exploring the new opportunities that await. He's sure he'll stumble upon a way home eventually.
Sample Post
The man groaned from his spot behind the small airship, made from fine wood and polished steel. The mast was formed from a solid cylinder of brass, jutting forth to cut through the air. The wood was a deep mahogany color, fortified and protected with magic enchantments over the years. A single sail was hoisted on the ships deck, a dark black canvas that had a yellow harpy sigil. Though there were a few dents and scrapes, Law was proud of The Harpy, which now docked at the nearest gate into Traverse Town. It had been one week since had emerged on this peculiar world. It seemed that this was a sort of hub for those who had lost their homes to the darkness and Heartless. Many hearts of strength emerged on this world after soaring through the vast emptiness of gummispace. Not him, though. He had crash landed. He barely remembered the large dark thing that swallowed him up, all he remembered was not being able to move, think or breathe, feeling nothing but a sense of dread. The thought alone made his hair stand on end.
Running a tan hand through the longer dirty blonde locks that rested atop his head, the sky pirate continued going to work with the blowtorch. He was currently attempting to fix the cargo haul, having already repaired one of the rotors and steering components. He was grateful for those that resided on this world, waiting to seek and guide wayward hearts. There wasn't much on this world, but the people on it were generous. Though, generosity doesn't feed stomachs... His own began to growl and protest the emptiness it felt. It had been a whole day since he had eaten last. He wasn't used to such penny pinching. The life of a pirate was that of riches, high quality goods and luxuries. Damned mechanic... charging me so much. It wasn't like there was much of a choice, however, as there was only the one mechanic on this world. He had been a gruff older fellow that talked little and seemed to have less patience.
Deciding it best to call it quits for now, the sky pirate threw down his equipment, giving a resentful glance at the thruster he had only managed to partially fix. Reaching over onto a nearby crate, the pirate grabbed a sleek black holster, large and heavy with the gold and brass gun that resided within. The gun was large with an unusually long barrel, the tip of a blade poking out at the end, almost looking like a small black knife. The gunblade was always folded into its gun form when sheathed, as a gun sheathe allowed more mobility than a sword sheathe. Clasping the holster around his waist beneath his pilots jacket, the pirate made sure his armor was strapped properly before reaching into his inner jacket, producing a small brass flask. Taking a swig from the tiny container, Law gave a loud yawn afterwards, scratching his head while beginning to head towards the First District.
It was time to get some loot.
The man groaned from his spot behind the small airship, made from fine wood and polished steel. The mast was formed from a solid cylinder of brass, jutting forth to cut through the air. The wood was a deep mahogany color, fortified and protected with magic enchantments over the years. A single sail was hoisted on the ships deck, a dark black canvas that had a yellow harpy sigil. Though there were a few dents and scrapes, Law was proud of The Harpy, which now docked at the nearest gate into Traverse Town. It had been one week since had emerged on this peculiar world. It seemed that this was a sort of hub for those who had lost their homes to the darkness and Heartless. Many hearts of strength emerged on this world after soaring through the vast emptiness of gummispace. Not him, though. He had crash landed. He barely remembered the large dark thing that swallowed him up, all he remembered was not being able to move, think or breathe, feeling nothing but a sense of dread. The thought alone made his hair stand on end.
Running a tan hand through the longer dirty blonde locks that rested atop his head, the sky pirate continued going to work with the blowtorch. He was currently attempting to fix the cargo haul, having already repaired one of the rotors and steering components. He was grateful for those that resided on this world, waiting to seek and guide wayward hearts. There wasn't much on this world, but the people on it were generous. Though, generosity doesn't feed stomachs... His own began to growl and protest the emptiness it felt. It had been a whole day since he had eaten last. He wasn't used to such penny pinching. The life of a pirate was that of riches, high quality goods and luxuries. Damned mechanic... charging me so much. It wasn't like there was much of a choice, however, as there was only the one mechanic on this world. He had been a gruff older fellow that talked little and seemed to have less patience.
Deciding it best to call it quits for now, the sky pirate threw down his equipment, giving a resentful glance at the thruster he had only managed to partially fix. Reaching over onto a nearby crate, the pirate grabbed a sleek black holster, large and heavy with the gold and brass gun that resided within. The gun was large with an unusually long barrel, the tip of a blade poking out at the end, almost looking like a small black knife. The gunblade was always folded into its gun form when sheathed, as a gun sheathe allowed more mobility than a sword sheathe. Clasping the holster around his waist beneath his pilots jacket, the pirate made sure his armor was strapped properly before reaching into his inner jacket, producing a small brass flask. Taking a swig from the tiny container, Law gave a loud yawn afterwards, scratching his head while beginning to head towards the First District.
It was time to get some loot.