Knuckles Shi Vault

Knuckles Shi wrote:

Name:Knuckles Shi
Country Affiliation:Wanderor  
Race:Fanalis
Tier:A  
Class:Warrior+Assassin
Age + Birthdate:Jan 13th, 25
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight
Personality:Knuckles is a man of few words, rather lets his actions speak for him. After all, being forced not to speak unless given permission he is used to being silent and hesitant to speak his mind.  In most of the ways, Knuckles seems to be more of an observer, watching everything around himself before moving into action. When he does act it's a solid plan and well thought out intentions, knowing exactly what his endgame is a way to get there. Not letting much stand in his way from achieving his end game, Knuckles will resort to many underhanded actions. This is not to say that he would say take a child as a hostage to ensure he gets what he wants, but he would take the life of another without a second thought. This was a rule beaten into him as a slave, only the strong will survive, only those who survive to make the rules.  Scars on his frame showed proof of many lessons he had learned, which had molded him into the silent but lethal man that stood here today.  Even the harsh actions done to him couldn't change who he truly was before slavery, which was a man who has a strong will, unbreakable determination, and lastly the ambition to become something great.

Years after returning to Reim Knuckles had adapted to his new way of life, he would even have calmed his fanalis rage within his heart. Though he still would fight with great violence looking to end his fights fast and holding nothing back, he would do level headed and not letting his anger control his actions but instead allow his anger to give him strength from time to time. KNuckles had become a bit more social due to his outings with Ganbo and Taavetti but not so much as he'd throw a party or go out his way to talk to someone. Though the conversation was something he didn't lean away from anymore.

Likes:
Alcohol: The feeling he gets from drinking large amounts helps him forget his life troubles if even for that night.
Fighting: Even though he was forced to do so, there was something about being in a battle that called to him, likely the rush and feeling alive.
Dislikes:
Small places: Being caged up in a cart from Salve sales or to fighting events by his masters, he developed a hate for small places.

Slavery: Being a former slave, the life and culture around taking another life and bending it to your will were just disgusting and depressing to think about.

Aspirations:
Due to his earlier parts of life, Knuckles always had the goal of becoming free from his shackles and becoming strong enough to prevent anything like that from happening from others. He had already achieved becoming free but becoming strong enough to free slaves from slave captors and stopping slavery was another thing entirely.  He would first have to achieve such a state of power that he could form his own kingdom or a kingdom with those he allied with to give a safe haven to slaves he could free or those to flee to where slavers wouldn't dare to enter willingly.  
Phobias/fears:
Above all else Knuckles fears to become a slave once more, having lived that life for a long time he simply can't imagine what he would do to prevent such things from occurring again.  Even thinking back to such a thing causes him to freeze up at times, or shut down completely.  Knuckles would rather die for certain before being forced to obey another man's words ever again.  Sites of slavery don't make him became scared enough to run, but seeing slave drives and things of that nature do tend to make him most cautious and make his anxiety flare up.
Face-Claim: Gilgamesh/Fate Zer[Edited]
Hair Color:Red
Eye Color:Emerald Green
Height:180.339[5'11]
Weight:83.9146[185IBS]
Appearance:
Knuckles is typically found wearing a single golden necklace around his neck, white styled robes which can either be full body or just the bottom parts depending on the day or the actions he plans on doing throughout the day.  A Tan belt worn around his waist to keep his lower clothing tightly strapped to his frame, while his feet are wrapped with leather made sandals with leather wraps tieing them to his feet and legs. His normal facial expression is an emotionless resting face where it may be taken as if he is in a bad mood or angry with someone, however, this is not the case.  His general body language has his arms crossed most of the time, a sign that he doesn't want people too close to him, liking his distance from others.

Rukh Alignment:Black
Special Features:Red Salve tattoos on his body, Green eyes.
History:
Born into slavery the male wasn't given a proper name of his race. Instead, his new Masters would Call him Knuckles because he would become a fighter for them. Unlike most children, Knuckles spent most of his time doing labor that would work into the natural strengths of his race. Plowing fields, mining, building homes, things that would take humans more time, or more humans to get the same amount of things done in the time that it took him to do it. Once he was 15 it was time for him to start fighting, the promises of the earnings he won fighting would go towards buying his freedom. Of course, losing meant death so every battle was fought with the intent to live. At first, he wouldn't kill his opponents he fought, or even try to kill them but instead try to only win in a way that made money for his owners and kept the other slaves he fought alive. There were even times where he would have to fight men and boys from his own slave camp.  This would give him mixed emotions of course, on one side he was alive still, no matter how badly he was injured. On the other hand, a friend or person he knew well was gone. It wasn't as if he didn't lose either, he lost a great bit wanting to just die and stop living such a horrible life, however, the younger slaves didn't fight to the death. It was more for a showcase of skills they would have in combat for later resell value. Of course, by the age of 19, he had hardened up emotionally and physically. He was killing the foes he'd face not because he had to, but because death was a mercy to what they would go back to for failing.   Winning so many fights had caused his worth as a slave to climb, the more he fought the higher his freedom cost, losing meant dying so he had no choice but to fight, he knew if he wanted to change the way the word worked with slaves he'd have to live to do that thus dying wasn't an option.  Eventually, he had won his freedom, though with it he had no idea what to do with himself. He had been told what to do with his free time all his life, every action was an order given to him.  Now he was able to do as he wished, but he also had nothing to go with his freedom. Throughout all his travels he had heard his race came from Reim, and so at the bright age of 21, he ventured back to his native lands, hoping to find meaningful work and a life he could live to help reach his goals. Unforutanchly, the only thing he was truly skilled at was fighting and so he went to the Coliseum to look for work. Pretty soon he was making money and putting on a show just like he used to do as a slave, except this was much larger, and he didn't have to kill anyone to win. It was more of a test of strength and betting on others playing the odds to make money. It would be his source of income for now anyway.

After joining Reim he quickly would move up the ladder at the Coliseum becoming Known as the Savage King within its walls for being a brutal murderer.  He only killed when it was allowed, however, in the ring and in jobs in the Service of Reim.  After a few months of living in Reim Knuckles joined The Dead King's Unity Corps where he would track down and handle slavers, though after learning some information he started to wonder if Reim was truly a good place for his Race. He started to see the golden armor worn by the Fanails corps as just more expensive shackles that kept his kinf under human rule as tools.  Octavious being one of the weilders of that power.  

Due to this Knuckles would set out on training to reflect on his thoughts, after 6 months time he thought it was best to head out of Reim and track down his buddy Taavetti.  He was setting out to find his friend, but also find great power than that he could get in Reim, he needed something to help him cleanse the country from the Humans. He wouldn't return until he had.


Role-Play Sample:
Knuckles listened to Ru's words and nodded he had a way to make the crew motivated and they needed that. He still was a bit unsure as to why Ru really wanted this thing to happen or why he wanted to help Knuckles make the world in his image but, he would not turn down the help and now they had found his old friend thus Ru had friends from two different times in his life, both Ru and Aloe were now fighting under his command. Knuckles prayed that this would work out for the long haul. Not that he thought a god was real or anything just a motion of his human nature. Seeing things were all ready and in order for them to set out Knuckles turned around with the thought of a cape was needed when he wore this suit. It would give him more flare and look powerful. That could come later on right now it was time to rid this island of its trash. Knuckles walked to the edge of the ship and cracked a smile. "North take charge of the ship and everyone onboard until We return!"

Of course Lieutenant!" Said North as he cracked a firm salute. Knuckles hated that formal shit that Ru and North always pulled, however it wouldn't hurt so he'd allow it. Saluting back he turned to the team coming along with him today. Of course Ru was his right hand of the Falcons but North was the right hand of the Rev command. Were they the same now? Shaking his wonder mind he shook his head. "I can see how you two became friends, " Of course Knuckles was referring to that corny ass joke that was told by Aloe, it was nearly as awful as the ones Ru tells all the time. "I suppose we should head out now. " Knuckles would attempt to grab Aloe by his clothing as he used the thunder dials to power his thrusters lifting them off the ship and lowering down to the lush green grass on shore. Once on the ground he'd let the little man down if he had grabbed him. If aloe didn't allow him to grab him then Knuckles would have flew down on his own. Taking one last look at the Escort ship he knew his men would be fine.


The view of this island was simply amazing he couldn't get over how pretty it was here. He had noticed when he and Ru sparred that there was a lot of natural life here, he could see some improvements in the structure of homes and what not but he also saw a great potential for a green energy lab here. Walking forward of course leading the way as that's the type of leader he was he kept a sharp eye out. He was leading them towards the downtown area where these outlaws seemed to love to spend their time and Beli. It was sort of bittersweet that they were taking out outlaws but Knuckles and his crew were trying to better the world and change the laws not just outright break them. The best way he knew how was gaining Beli and power at this time until he had influence throughout the world to change things. Perhaps it was time to start trying to move up in the Rev's instead of trying to stay in the shadows. He'd talk to North and Ru about it later. For now he had to start taking in the lay of the land. Noting its key points good positions to attack from etc. There was a lot of concealment here, a good bit of cover too but mostly everything was either plant or building.

"Let's try to keep destruction to a low, we're trying to gain the trust of the locals here, and possible use this place as a Base. I'd rather get off on the right foot rather than the left." Knuckles tried his hand in the pun game and awaited Ru's reaction as it was the first one he had told of course because Ru was starting to rub off on him. It was a bit scary after all. He and his old friend were getting along great and helping each other out, pushing each other to grow. If Aloe provided the same expansion they would rise to power in no time.

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Crimson Comet:

Dart Gun:

Attractive Hammer:

• The Final Touch - Feeding magoi into the weapon will cause the magic circle to emit a purple-black smoke and glow. The bow will envelop or create a black arrow with strength magic that deals A tier piercing damage. 10 magoi to activate | 5 to sustain
  

• Right Hand:Blade By feeding magoi into right glove, a blade of strength magic surrounds the glove. The blade is 1 meter long and .25 meter wide. It can deal B tier damage and is destroyed when it takes but to B tier damage. Also Right Hand:Blade can only be used while Left Hand:Shield is not in use.10 magoi activate/ 5 magoi sustain
  
  Left Hand:Shield By feeding magoi into the glove, a shield consisting of strength magic forms 1 meter in front of the user. The shield is flat end is 3 meters wide and 3 meters tall. It can take up to 1 b tier damage. It cannot be used while Right Hand:Sword is activated. 10 magoi activate/ 5 magoi sustain
  

• Wave Blade - Feeding magoi into the handle causes a 1.2m long blade of compressed and highly pressurized water to emerge from the hilt. This water blade acts almost like its a solid and can deal C-tier damage. 10 magoi to activate | 5 magoi to sustain.