Reizin (Edit/Update)

Hardly anything's been changed, I just changed spelling/grammar errors, expanded/rewrote the bio and attack descriptions, and did a general update. He's older now, and weighs more. =) I haven't used him enough to merit an upgrade, I don't think, but he did need a rewrite. Original is still the one the sig links to, if you need a reference.

Name: Reizin (sounds like rey-EE-zen)

Age: 17

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Hair: light brown, it is medium length usually covered in a helmet.

Eyes: Adamantine Green, and a golden color closer to the pupil

Height: 6’2"

Weight: 175 lbs.

Weapon: The Twin Blades Heavenflame and Hellfire, Heavenflame is enchanted by the purest phoenix fire, and Hellfire is driven by the dark flame of dragon’s breath. Heavenflame is a beautiful sword, with a silver trimmed Mithril pommel, wrapped in silver wire around the grip. The guard is also Mithril and encrusted by jewels, shaped like a very intricate set of Phoenix wings. The blade itself resembles that of a standard long sword in shape. In color it is a strange light orange than emits a faint glow; it is unbreakable to all known forces and tapers to a straight point, although the blade blazes with orange fire in battle. The Hellfire is like a polar opposite of the Heavenflame, although shaped nearly identically. The first notable difference is the color of the blade, it is dark crimson in color, and the flames are blue and black. The handle is also different, gold trimmed obsidian, wrapped in gold wire matching the spiraling pattern of the Heavenflame. The guard is shaped instead like the wings of a Dragon, black and even appearing leathery, although made of obsidian like the rest. The grips of the swords are “hand-and-a-half”, but the bottom of the hilts flare out instead of abruptly ending, giving the swords the ability to be used two handed if only one is drawn. Reizin uses them both, one in each hand, normally. However, certain conditions may cause him to lose one, or to only use one. The sheaths of these beautiful weapons are as ornate as the blades, with Elvin calligraphy and beautiful designs of the creatures they are aligned to.

Armor: He wears light chain mail on both chest and legs, with a thin but durable breastplate. Other armor of a similar make such as an open helm, a tasset, light gauntlets, shoulders, and light leg plates cover him. The chain mail is uncolored, and the Spirit of the Salamander powers the rest, causing it glow bright red. His boots are of red leather and quite new, not showing signs of wear yet.

Accessories: An enchanted amulet, which increases his natural abilities slightly. He is faster, more accurate, stronger, and tougher than a normal human.

Strengths: He is well balanced and has eliminated the weak points normally present when someone wields two swords as apposed to a single weapon. He can do a good deal of damage, but can adequately defend himself, and is quite fast.

Weaknesses: He is young and untrained, despite having natural talent. His weapons and armor are rendered useless by water, to the point of working like ordinary swords rather than magical ones, and he cannot swim. His age and inexperience are hindering, as he does not know what kind of destructive force he possesses or how to use it. He is also quite Naïve and easily tricked.

Skills/Magic: The swords and armor are brimming with magical power, the fire within them ready to burst from confinement any minute. Reizin has conscious control over that and his own powers, which are developing.

Phoenix Blast: The flames swirling around the Heavenflame flare brightly, then converge at the tip of the sword, and launch a thin, straight ray of light at the opponent.

Dragon’s Bane: A powerful physical strike, the flames on the Hellfire grow stronger, and Reizin jumps into the air to deliver a strike with it, a fiery explosion erupts when the attack hits.

Salamander’s Supernova: A large release of energy engulfs the surrounding area in flames that explode from Reizin’s body and grow until they become too large for the oxygen in the area to sustain them.

Cascade of Flaming Might: the blades of the swords and the armor plates glow brightly, then the swords are placed blade to blade, and slashed outward. A large wave of fiery energy erupts violently from the swords and causes massive damage to anything in the path.

Essence of Inferno: The spirit from one of his weapons is temporarily infused to his body. The power from the other spirits and himself is put into powering the weapon his fused spirit is housed in.
The Phoenix: He grows golden wings of flame, which can be used for flying and for damaging the opponent. The Heavenflame becomes completely golden and flares with white fire, doing much more damage while rendering his armor and the Hellfire almost completely drained and mostly useless. He sheathes the Hellfire and uses only the Heavenflame, more often than not, while in this form.
The Dragon: His muscles receive a large increase in mass and power, and he acquires what appear to be scales along his body in patches. He becomes harder to damage and stronger, taking on a fierce fighting style. The Hellfire glows with a strange dark light, and swirls in black and purple fire, while a similar draining effect takes place on the Salamander Armor and the Heavenflame.
The Salamander: Becoming engulfed in fire, Reizin does not use his weapons in this form. Strength pours from the Salamander Armor, and he can manipulate fire as well as use any part of himself as a weapon due to his fire-like quality.

NOTE: These attacks are in their beginning stages and are much less devastating than the descriptions of the full versions imply. He is not very adept at using them and sometimes performs them incorrectly, these are merely what the attacks are intended to do.


Appearance: A young boy with the smooth, unlined face of youth. He is of medium build with brown, longish hair and green eyes. Garbed in chain mail that is plated over in certain areas by bright red armor, he carries two swords on his back; one with a white and silver handle, the other black and gold. The breastplate bears a scuffed, slightly dented mark in the center. His eyes hold the thoughts of a young boy who is unsure of himself and his future.

Personality: In a word, quirky, he is young and unpolished. But, despite his age he does have some courage and a sense of justice. He is eager to help and rather clumsy about his speech and mannerisms, albeit with good intentions. He doesn’t like to back down from challenges but is rational and none too prideful to ask for assistance. He is naïve to a fault, however, and it gets him in trouble sometimes.

Bio: Born in a small village whose only boon was the local arena for which they were famous, he developed an interest in the fighting arts very early in his life. This was unusual because to the other villagers the arena was just a tourist attraction, and a goldmine. Reizin however used all of his free time and allowance buying tickets to see the fights. Quickly he picked up basic sword fighting and practiced moves he saw in the arena. Then, a nobody fighter who wielded two swords and no shield appeared at the arena one day to participate… Somehow the guy never took a single bow and managed to defeat all but one opponent, the champion. The twin-blade fighter had really impressed the young boy, he had the utmost confidence, This man is gonna win it!

… He didn’t. The champion wielded a terrible chained flail that had rendered much of the man battered and bruised within the first few minutes of their bout. The armor the man was wearing, that beautiful red mail, was damaged in the crushing final blow that left him unable to stand. The champion, the large man throwing his pillar of an arm backwards, wound up for a killer and then with a side-armed rising blow he caught the twin-blader right in the chest and the resounding clash of spiked metal ball against tough plate mail was heard throughout the stadium as electric sparks burst from the collision. The mace was magicked! The red warrior had been paralyzed from the start by the electricity surging through the champion’s mace.

Reizin was crushed; his hero had been defeated, humbled, and knocked unconscious. The young boy ran to the sick bay as the medics carried his limp body from the field. Dashing through the packed crowd and running along back roads that only he knew, Reizin arrived in time to see them strip off his armor. He was bleeding and his skin was bruised, but his now waking face was smiling. Reizin stared as he began to move slowly, stirring and attempting to stand. “No no sir, you cannot be standing yet!” The medics yelled, pushing him back down gently but giving no room for argument.

“You were amazing!” The eager boy burst out, and the Medics hissed and attempted to push him out. Kicking and shoving, the eager youth insisted on getting one more sentence in however, “You’re my hero,” he yelled, before the practitioners forced him out the door. Reizin visited the man every day after class, but while his condition improved the medics said there was nothing they could do for the damage to his chest. He would have trouble breathing for the rest of his life...

Over the time that the man, whom Reizin now knew was named John, spent abed, he had spoken with the boy about his interest in swordsmanship, and particularly his newfound interest in wielding two long swords at once, as he had seen John do. Reizin had been practicing after visiting hours with sticks and hitting dummies hung from trees. John immediately told him to stop when he found out, and offered lessons in how to fight correctly with them, before Reizin learned incorrectly. To wield two swords at once is normally a very bad idea, John told him, so he must learn to do it correctly to eliminate openings normally taken care of by a shield. So when he was released to go home, he went instead to Reizin's house and quickly made wooden practice swords for the lad. Over the course of a few months, lessons were a daily running of drills and forms to practice skill, and intense cardiovascular and strength building workouts. Reizin became stronger, faster, and more alert, and he gained considerable skill with the blades. It was soon time for the final exam; Reizin was to face off against John to show what he had learned. The fight started in obvious favor of John; however Reizin soon gained an edge and managed to win the fight, knocking John on his back with a flourish. The teacher began to wheeze and cough, clutching his chest, and proceeded for a few moments before regaining control. He was still having health problems. Their training finished, John set about retiring, announcing he was going to leave the town. In a teary farewell, he entrusted the red armor from the battle, as well as the beautiful swords, to Reizin.

"I've no use for them, I’m retiring! I'm never going to fight again; you’d make much better use of them. Consider it a graduation present."

"But, but but-"

"Don't act like a child!" The teacher cut him off, coughing. "I’ll be happy knowing that I gave them to such an owner as you, who I’m sure will use them well. Now I'm going, don't make me part on bad terms with you." So he left, and Reizin never saw him again. Life resumed something of normalcy for the boy, except he practiced his swordsmanship every day as if John was still there, though he reverently avoided using his new equipment.

Uichidae Mirorin came by the town again. The man was a legendary competitor in the tournaments of the arena, always scoring high and winning quite a few. Today though, the arena was not his destination. He'd heard of Reizin from a traveling merchant, the story about John the twin-blader and the red armor. It turned out Mirorin knew of them from before, and was interested in meeting the new owner. Their confrontation happened while Reizin was training, and after watching for a while Mirorin not only told Reizin the properties of the armor and swords, but offered to apprentice him in the warrior arts. The boy was ecstatic and immediately accepted, taking leave from his parents and setting out with Mirorin. As they passed the gates of the town, the Elemental thought to himself, That was terribly impulsive of me, but I needed something to do anyway. The boy has talent I'd rather not see go to waste. And they were off, Reizin's dream finally coming together.

After an initial apprenticeship, during which Mirorin taught Reizin of the flame powers his armors and sword possessed, Reizin was inducted into Ragnarok, Mirorin’s exclusive band of Mercenaries.

I see nothing wrong here.

*APPROVED*