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flint haneman tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance In the name of heroics, Flint Haneman maintains a well-built muscular body to suit the duties bestowed upon him. On the regular he exercises his body which stands at a total height of 5’7”, about two inches shy of average height. Alas, his slightly shorter height should not be taken with foolish underestimating. Across Flint’s body are lithe, lean muscles built to remain hidden beneath his clothes and display themself when exerted. Beneath his shirt are even a well-traced pack of abs. Against those who lack any enhancements to their strength, Flint can easily defeat them without invoking any abilities. A fair, semi-tanned complexion coats his skin from years of working outside. Marking his body are a variety of scars, a majority accumulating across his knuckles from years of training with the sword. Further scarring can be noticed on Flint’s torso and back and were inflicted during the battles he participated in. From his hand spawns semi-long, well-calloused fingers of which received similar treatment through the many years of Flint’s life. Despite being weathered in battle through his years, Flint hardly represents a symptom of those expressions on his face. Frequently, many have observed him smiling and exhibiting a happy-go-lucky type attitude. He wants to be a hero and those scars are merely marks of survival! Unlike his body, Flint’s face is considerably less chiselled and well-defined. With soft, high-standing cheekbones and a well-rounded face, few expect the muscular disposition hidden beneath his clothing; at times they expect the opposite! His cheeks are filled with a subtle hint of fat that leads to a stronger jawline. A softly rounded chin leads the point of his jaw. A button of a nose curves from his face, soft and rounded at the tip. Covering his head are seemingly endless locks of messy, brown hair that points up randomly and is rarely kept tidied. In preparation for battle, Flint assures to keep the bangs of his mane trimmed away from his eyes. Peering from his face are a pair of hazel eyes, leaning slightly to the duller side than most. The clothes Flint wears heavily depends on his duties for the day. During off hours, Flint wears loose-fitting casual clothes. From graphic t-shirts to plain, Flint hardly cares so long as it covers his torso. On some days he will wear long-sleeved clothing so long as it does not prove restrictive. His legs are covered by simple jeans or pants, nothing particularly fancy or eye-catching. On duty, Flint is known for wearing a padded jacket with functional shoulder padding. These pads help protect him from blows and allows Flint to ram someone with an extra edge from the solid condition of his shoulder plates. Whenever possible, Flint will wear his favoured blue hoodie, but this is regularly in off hours to avoid it getting damaged. personality
abilities Fire Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to manipulate, create and move fire. Flames are a useful tool for Flint Haneman, leaving him to frequently use his fire manipulation. Smoothly, he can move the flames, stretching them across large distances or keeping them small, condensed and contained. Oftentimes, Flint will use this in a mixture of defensive and offensive combat. When he requires distance from his attacker, the man throws flames across the ground to create a devastating wall of flames. Otherwise, Flint is known for making long, lashing whips of fire as an offensive with his flames manipulation. At times, he will even coat his broadsword in a thick dressing of flames to bring more devastation to his attacks. As an oni, Flint’s natural weaknesses can cause strife with his fire manipulation. Being soaked in water is capable of dampening his fire manipulation or making it outright nonexistent. As with most manipulators, fire manipulation does tend to consume more energy when he is creating flames rather than manipulating an existent source. Large form manipulation takes more energy than minimal manipulation. Enhanced Strength -- Mastered The ability to increase one’s strength beyond that as an average individual. As a swordsman, Flint regularly uses enhanced strength in tandem with his sword play. He can enhance his strength to create more devastating blows with his sword. Though, additionally he can use his enhanced strength to pick up heavy objects, push them to the side and break things in his path. Due to the existence of this ability, Flint has learned hand-to-hand combat to assure a defense in a sticky situation. The use of his enhanced strength tends to cause the draining of energy to become faster, resulting in Flint having a ravenous appetite at times. Similarly, despite having the ability, it can cause devastation on Flint’s muscles. Overuse can result in soreness, stiffness and at times can bedridden him if things are taken to the extreme. Hexes -- Beginner/Unused The ability to create hexes of chalk and/or blood to access different magic. The length of which needed to create a hex keeps from Flint from using. In addition, his family values combat capability above anything else. This leaves him untrained and incapable with hexes, ultimately resulting in them falling into obscurity. Should Flint try, he would be likely to tire quickly and be unable to accomplish anything of worthy note. Fear Inducement -- Advanced The ability to instill fear into another person or creature. Never used as anything beyond a quick stun, Flint’s fear inducement operates best in quick, sudden bursts. Long-lasting and even fear distribution is ill-favouring to the young man since it drains energy and people can grow adjusted to his inducement. Therefore, it operates as more of a jumpscare to cause hesitation in his opponents more than anything else. Despite this, these intense spurts of fear do require some focus, therefore fighting and invoking this ability would prove difficult. In addition, certain abilities can negate his fear inducement. Naturals: Enhanced Durability, Fire Immunity, Immortality backstory The Haneman were always a clan of praised fighters prior to the War of Traitors. Renown for their benevolence and willingness to assist others in their perils, they were prized among the Hell community. Coated with honours galore and praised hands patting their grand shoulders, the Hanemans were successful in the craft of combat. Adding to their renown was the prized masks of the Hanemans, a porcelain white oni mask with brilliant sapphire accents. Light would radiate off the gorgeous surface of their infamous symbol. A family recognizable for their mask, known for their combat and generally praised for their outstanding work, the Hanemans were undoubtedly wealthy. These would be the people young Flint possessed the fortunate lineage of. One of pride, praise and renown in the hearts of many Hell species during those days tinted with the colours of old. The expectations would always be high, but nothing considered impossible to handle. The beginning of Flint Haneman’s life was greeted with smiling faces of excited parents and the large walls of a manner maintained in the dimension of Hell. As an infant, he received the regular attention of being praised for his adorable appearance. His family played with him, indulged him as a child to provide seemingly endless happiness. The joy remained consistent and powerful like the flames of his family through his infant years. His memory grew in strength, and from there, he heard the stories of his ancestors. The greats who served Hell for centuries at a time and influenced the community. From the beginning, Flint would inevitably look up to the people of his past. His eyes sparkled as tales of heroism were recalled and admiration were told late into the hours of the night. He was pampered by stories of his family, the acclaimed tales roaming the hallways of his mind even as the lights faded and bedtime came. A boy proud of his roots, inevitably given the stories colouring his youthful world. A child taught by a specialized tutor, Flint’s education hastily took fixation on learning basics, combat and strategy. While never perfect, the requirements of combat grace brought a peculiar joy for the growing child. Raised off stories of glory, the child’s eyes sparkled at the notion of receiving the opportunity. In his hands, a wooden sword as calls of different moves rung from his tutor. The training lessons were imperative to their family, the Hanemans valuing their combat skills and additionally the realm of their birth. As Flint’s talents showed more, the plans to provide their starring son a mask was inevitable. In the name of oni traditions, a mask matching the ancestors of his family were crafted. When he reached the foothold of excellence at age 12, Flint’s mask was given to him. The pedestalled Haneman mask handed during a small banquet. A valuable item and something Flint was quick to treasure the moment it entered his hands. It was a mask of honour, something considered great. By his 18th birthday, Flint was considered a powerful force on the battlefield. Well-versed in the art of fighting and capable from years of training, many were impressed with the young Haneman. Quick, the young man became somewhat of a mercenary, travelling through Hell and the overworld to help others. He assisted against bandits and miscreants, working towards helping people across the realms. On occasion, he stepped into the cloudy heavens to assist with various missions. In the start, it became clear Flint was a traveling hero known for having a sword at his back and an ethereal benevolence. Always, the young oni carried the mask he treasured from his family’s origins. Everybody believed Flint’s ultimate loyalties were among the Hell considered he was one. Though, ties would inevitably be tested when the gates of Heaven closed to hell species. Apprehension perturbed his stomach and for a time, Flint returned home as relations between the gods strained. Then everything unravelled as the startings of the war that would inevitably be known for traitors came about. War was always a disturbing thought for Flint Haneman. He remembered the delivering of the news and the reactions of his parents thoroughly. They were up in arms, assisting on lending their strengths to their god. Though when their eyes locked upon Flint and their words implied a similar path, he was forced to deny the possibility. The War of Traitors was not a path desired by the younger oni, rather, he preferred the freedoms and joys of travelling and assisting others. An argument brewed as his parents, hearts flaming with passion, insisted he joined the War of Traitors, however, Flint kept refusing. Alas, the young man was forced into an upsetting situation. Without a proper escape, Flint was forced to leave his home while refusing a role in the army. He wanted the freedom and craved the opportunity to help others, regardless of species, rather than be pitted against another. Yet, in spite of their arguments, Flint still loved his family, his leave prompting a stir of upset in him. Effectively a homeless vagabond, Flint traversed through the Earth realm in quiet. He listened to the warring forces through word of mouth and watched the effects of war. Raids happened across the realm of Earth, and it prompted a goal in Flint. He wanted to help the unfortunate villages where he moved and stayed in between his travels. Thus, when Flint heard of a mercenary group, he joined quick. For years, the group travelled through the earth realm, working towards assuring the safety of the villages on earth. It brought Flint joy helping the people of the group, though little was he aware of the newest member until their job came into play. He remembered getting scraped up and thrown from the battle for medical services. He was placed somewhere to wait for medical services. There he would witness the someone who captivated his gaze. Beautiful, dark skin with darker hair approached him, the supplies to tend to his wounds with the man and his name? It was Falcio. He remembered admiring his appearance for the first time, Flint drank it all in. As his hands moved across his wounds, mending and bandaging them together. Through the healing process, Flint discovered his lips moving as he enacted a conversation. Determined to receive attention from the medic, the young man kept making conversation with him. He wanted the connection, wished for his attention. Soon after being stitched up, Flint began focusing on creating more conversations between them. He focused on manifesting a connection between himself and Falcio. Everything about Falcio was something Flint could admire and quickly he grew attached. Eventually, Falcio became Flint’s favourite medic, the young man enjoying the opportunity to speak with him whenever possible. Several times, he caught his heart fluttering inside his chest, dancing happily as they talked further and learned more about him. Through the War of Traitors, his attachment to Falcio grew in strength. He opened up to the man. In Falcio, Flint discovered someone who assisted with the upsetting disconnect between himself and his parents while making his smile stretch wider and wider. The comfort discovered by his connection with Falcio increased Flint’s mood endlessly it seemed. Alas, the mercenary group was a temporary arrangement for the centuries the War of Traitors spanned. The ultimate goal would inevitably be to defend villages from the raiders during the war. Thus, when the gates were declared closed by Thanatos and Enki with the additions of all war higher ups disposed of, Flint felt the worry consume him. Their group would be disbanded... himself possibly losing the opportunity to spend time with Falcio. He was the important person he wanted to spend further time alongside. The day of their separation became a question, Flint knew what he wanted. In quiet, he asked the dark-haired beauty to stick by him. For them to travel together rather than separate here and risk never reuniting... and to Flint’s absolute joy, Falcio agreed. Sticking together summoned a sense of heightened happiness as he walked alongside Falcio. Their lives were intertwined together, allowing his heart to dance inside the man’s heart. Closeness manifested between them, growing in strength and happiness. As the centuries came down, their relationship altered as together they played the game of heroes. At one point, Flint began dating Falcio, their attachment strengthening with their connection. They loved one another, and as their heroic partnership displayed itself, it showed. The pair enjoyed providing attention and helping others, a perfect pairing in Flint’s opinions. As their connections grew, Flint and Falcio married, taking the valued Haneman name to Flint’s appreciation. Sometime after their marriage, the pair settled down in Lorsette, making a mercenary corporation as a method to proceed with helping others. misc Likes: Chocolate caramel, campfires, summer, warm weather, sweaters, sleeping in, protecting others, warm drinks, scarves, swords, combat techniques, training, sparring, soft blankets, lavender, walking, snuggling Dislikes: Swimming, winter, rainy weather, ice, skating, bloodbaths, pointless fighting, long-term injuries, cursed weapons, water, mashed potatoes, tea, formal wear, bugs, ice cream, ice cubes, war Fears: Being defenseless, loneliness, drowning - He enjoys being healed by Falcio. He loves talking to him while he is being stitched. - Stored safely in Flint’s home is the treasured mask of his family. A porcelain white oni mask with sapphire accents. He keeps it as a memory of his roots. - Despite their disagreements during the War of Traitors, Flint still has high respect for his family. - Flint dislikes ice cream for several reasons. Firstly, it tends to make him cough, though additionally he concerns himself with the effects it may have on his fire manipulation. Then lastly, a genuine distaste for cold food items and drinks. - Their mercenary group is called Mercs & Perks. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 9 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty-two ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS My Who’s Who ☆ FACE CLAIM GRANBLUE FANTASY, gran ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. DO NOT STEAL. |
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