Name: Clive Fatima
Alias: The Obsidian Knight
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Clive is a tall man, standing a staggering six feet four inches. He has long black hair that cascades down to just below his broad shoulders. He has deep green eyes that seem to gaze into the very depths of the souls of his friends and enemies alike. His left ear is pierced with an obsidian cross. He has thin lips that seldom part. A silver chain with an obsidian Dragon entwined with an ivory Snake in a double helix fashion sit upon his neckline. His tanned skin seems to contrast his white leather trench coat which is always left unbuttoned, revealing a black wifebeater that clings to his well defined abs. He wears long loose fitting white leather pants that sport an intricate red design down the left leg. He has a black belt that supports a scabbard on the right side, and slots for his set of seven, six inch daggers on his left. Across his back, another strap that supports a sheath for his broadsword.
Alliance: Crimson Leaves
Personality: Clive is a quiet man who lets his actions speak for him. He has a furious temper that is hard to ignite. He cares for few, and shows little emotion.
Weapons:
Serpent Strike: A short sword that is sheathed on Clive's right side. A guardless less blade, the handle it wrapped in a strong leather hide that has been dyed red. The blade itself is etched with intricate designs that have been stained red. The blade is viciously sharp; one slip of Clive's hand could prove fatal if this were to occur in battle. The scabbard itself is engraved with images of silver lightening bolts upon it's black exterior. A silver end cap lies at the end of the scabbard.
Obsidian Silence: Across Clive's back sits the infamous Obsidian Silence. A hefty broadsword expertly crafted from flawless obsidian. The blade itself is four and half feet in length, the hilt and handle bring the massive blade's total length to five feet, four inches. Clive wields this blade with uncanny strength and speed. Having trained with it for so long, he no longer notices the weight of the blade.
Abilities:
Dark Dash: Due to his large size, Clive had to master the art of being swift. As time continued, Clive mastered the Dark Dash technique, which allows him to speed across the landscape at a higher rate of speed than he normally would have. But, long term use of this drains Clive of his energy very quickly.
Backlash: Clive grips his Obsidian Silence, and lashes upward with it, sending a dark wave energy towards his opponent.
Dark Divide: Clive rushes his enemy, and unleashes a devastating swing from his Obsidian Silence, He then launches himself high into the air, and as he peaks he brings his sword above his head. He then freefalls towards the earth like a comet, as he comes within striking distance, he slams his blade down upon his enemy with an uncanny amount of force.
Magicks:
Shrink- A simple shrink spell. (Must make contact with opponent)
Fira- A quickly casted fire spell.
Aerora- A fierce gust rages at an opponent
Enlarge- A fairly simple enlarge spell. (Must make contact with opponent)
Thundara- Lightining deftly strikes his opponent.
Anti-Magicks
Clive, over time has been able to negate most fire and ice based attacks. Though it takes a bit of energy, Clive can manage to negate an attack for quite some time.
Biography:
As a boy he had caring parents, great friends, and no cares in the world. But then it happened, there was an attack. He barely survived, but his parents weren't so lucky. At the time he was only six years of age. When he awoke, he was in a makeshift home that used to be an armory. He looked around and saw no one. Immediately fear seized his body. He sat there for what seemed like days, until someone came back. The person revealed himself as Drake, he cared for the now silent Clive, he then trained him in the ancient art of Sword Fighting. At the age of fifteen, another tragedy occurred, Thiltis had Drake executed right before Clive's eyes. He then ran from the makeshift home, taking Drake's heirloom weapon...Serpent's Strike. He wandered until one day, he stumbled across a meeting of the Crimson Leaves. They quickly tried to kill him, but Clive fought until many of them were wounded. Their Leader then emerged from the darkness. He offered to let Clive join. Hesitantly, he agreed. He was then supplied his outfit, a white leather trench coat, and matching white leather pants. He was then taken to weapons supply room, where he was told to choose a weapon. Clive looked for a few moments, and then saw in the very back of the room, a broadsword, black in color. He gazed at it for a moment, and realized that it was made of obsidian. At went to grab it, but at first it was too heavy, but after years of training, it became as light as any other sword he had wielded in the past.
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