Noctis Escalus

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I GET CARRIED AWAY, LOST IN A MOMENT
Noctis Escalus

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"Scars to the heart are like words that have been writen with pen. You can cross them out all you want, but they will always remain."[/center]

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NAME: Noctis Constantine Escalus
TITLE: Noctis, son of General Dante
CLAN: Eidolas
AGE: 521
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: None
SLAVE: None
PLAY-BY: Ben Barnes

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EYE COLOR: Black
WEIGHT: 120
HEIGHT: 6'3"
HAIR: Shoulder length, blackish dark brown, some parts wavy, some parts straight
WING DESCRIPTION: Mostly shaded many colors of brown, ranging from dark to chocolate to light, looking somewhat like those of a hawk's or a bird of prey.
APPEARANCE:

Noctis is very tall, and rather muscular. He's rather tall, and looks about 20 something in human years. His dark hair frames his face, and very often it will shadow his eyes, making him look a bit more terrifying than it should.

WEAPONRY:

Noctis's weapon is a polearm, a cross between an halbard, a spear, and a glaive. The handle is made of dark gray, metal like material, while the blade is a pure, midnight black, made of steel. He keeps it in a special sheath on his back or holds it while flying. He also has chakrams that he keeps tied on a belt of woven, silver gray twine.

ARMOUR:

Noctis's armour is a dull silver gray and black color. His chestplate is black, with silver and black wrist weights and shinguards of the same color. Carved into the metal are strange designs that even he doesn't remember what they mean. It was given to him by his father.

EQUIPMENT:

SLAVE DESCRIPTION:

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STRENGTHS:
[+] Willing to lend an ear
[+] Is friendly
[+] Helps others improve their weaknesses
[+] Always alert
[+] Kind, has the personality of a leader
WEAKNESSES:
[-] Stubborn
[-] Sometimes too trusting
[-] Sometimes can't see own weaknesses
[-] Sometimes too willing to overlook mistakes
FEARS:
= Humans completely being killed off by vampires
= Becoming a Fallen
GOALS:
~ Exterminate bad vampires
PERSONALITY

Noctis is rather strange for an angel. He doesn't like slaves at all, and he hates it when children are enslaved. He's friendly and kind, caring for the people close to him. He's fiercely loyal and can be hurt very badly when someone betrays his trust. He's always been more of a background person, but can step and and be a leader when he believes that the current leader is taking things a bit too far.

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MOTHER: Asta, 1023, deceased
FATHER: Dante, 1167, deceased
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER: None
HISTORY:

Noctis lived a normal life for those who were from the Eidolas clan. His father trainned him ever since he learned how to obey commands, even before he could walk. He was trainned to endure pain and be quick on his feet. Since he was an only child, much was expected of him. He never let his father down and sometimes even worried his mother with his eagerness to become better.

He continued his training until he was 13, and there his training was stopped. Permanently. His father had died, and soon his mother followed of an illness. Because he was left alone in the world, he became hardened and self-dependant. He learned to endure anything thrown at him, and nothing really bothers him anymore.

When the Angels began going down to earth, he followed them, knowing that he had nothing to lost anyways. He's not sure that there are any more of his kind that came down to earth, and he's not really bothered by it. He's irked slightly by the Fallen, and has come across a few vampire in his time. They don't pose that much of a threat to him, but he eliminates the ones who are a bit too aggressive, just in case.

PICTURES:

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NAME/ALIAS: Ami, Hunter
EXPLAIN YOURSELF: I found it on Gaia Online while having nothing to do.
RULE PHRASE: Watch this City Burn
RP SAMPLE:

Noctis whistled as he leaned back on his couch, coffee in hand, book in the other. He opened it to the page he left off and shook the hair out of his eyes as he read. It was a normal Saturday morning. Or was it Sunday? Noctis didn't really care about the passing of time anymore. Everything just seemed to pass by in a blur. He couldn't even remember the date which he came to earth anymore either. It seemed so long ago, when it probably was only, what, a century or two? Taking another sip of his coffee, Noctis could hear the crackling of fire from the fireplace and all he could smell was the coffee on the table next to him. Outside, the rain clattered on the porch and windows, but Noctis was deaf to the noise. He could care less about earthly weather, but sometimes it calmed him.