REBEL (SECOND IN COMMAND) - Ezekiel Maximillion

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SEXUALITY| Heterosexual
RACE| Human
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[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930]APPEARANCE | When approaching Ezekiel. One almost instantly notices' his extreme height. He stands at a near perfect 6'5 and towers over most men that approach him. On top of being so vertically gifted. Ezekiel is practically riddled from head to toe in herculean esque muscles. These muscles don't bulge; so Ezekiel doesn't come off as the bodybuilder type. But these muscles do have flawless definition lines and are very strong and tough.

PERSONALITY | Being the second in command to a group that wants nothing more but to overthrow the king, and see the kingom burn down to nothing but a mountain of ash. This man is a very friendly individual. Yes, Ezekiel may share common goals with the rebles, and yes, he may want them to succeed in their goals. but this doesn't mean he's a cold-hearted man; actually, it's the quite opposite. Ezekiel loves to smile, he loves to talk, laugh, and enjoy life. He could do this with just about anyone he meets on the pavement or any bar. Truly a very odd trait to have for someone such as himself. But hey, he wouldn't change it for the world.

The friendly nature of Ezekiel also shows how extremely honest and blunt he can be. He honestly sees no reason in telling another any type of lie; it shows weakness, and for a man, weakness is the last thing one wants to show. So he remains honest even in the most toughest of situations. Being truthful isn't just for his own benefit, but for the people around him. Who wants to spend their time talking to a man that can't even be truthful? Not Ezekiel, that much if for certain. One would think being 100% truthful 100% of the time would cause little to no problems, right? Yeah, wrong!

But, whenever Ezekiel finds himself in a situation that can't be avoided do to the fact he can not tell a lie. The man puts on a very nice smile, and exhales a coat of words drenched in the heaviest coat of silver. In other words, Ezekiel has a very distinct charm others can't quite put their finger on. Sure, they may want to hate him, beat him up, or even kill him where he stands in many cases. But they can't bring themselves to do it; which is the odd part in itself. Maybe its the fact pride and strength practically radiates from his very being? Hell, maybe it could be the fact they know Ezekiel would throw his own life on the line to protect them even if they wanted him dead? I mean, how could you want a man such as that dead?! Regardless, this charm about Ezekiel is a very mysical one, but he doesn't question it; he merely accepts it. [/style][style=padding: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px; border-radius: 0px 0px 15px 15px;][/style][style=width:400px;background-color: #d6c177; font: 16px open sans condensed;serif; color: #000000; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 92%; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px;]THE POWER UP[/style]
[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930]WEAPON | Surge Of Murderous Intent - Light weight gauntlets with the darkest obsidian color to them. These gauntlets carry quite an history with them. They have been passed down within the Maximillion family since they first started recording their history. They have seen many battles and have taken many lives. The precursors used them for their main purpose; and that was as armor. But Ezekiel has found a much better use for them; using the gauntlets as an actually punching weapon all while maintaining it's original purpose. Crafted from the finest of minerals. These gauntlets may be virtually weightless and thin in nature. But they are extremely durable; capable of blocking and parrying the strongest of weaponry swings. The punches behind the gauntlets carry much weight and power behind them; capable of easily leaving broken bones in its wake, or internal damage if no type of armor is being worn.

WEAPON LEVEL | LV. ³

SPECIAL ABILITY | Unorthodox Movement - No origin, no meaning, no real purpose. This technique is one of a kind, and can vary from user to user. This technique allows Ezekiel to trick his opponent(s) into seeing four after-images of an attack or movement which really wasn't there; leaving them open for a counter attack if the opponent(s) takes the bait. The concept behind this technique is a fairly simple one, yet it takes much practice and skill in the arts of control to maintain the after-image(s). Starting off: The user sways their body from left to right while they follow a specific rhythm in there head. Ultimately, the next few movements done become unpredictable and sudden; no matter how hard the opponent(s) may be trying to read him. If done correctly, this leaves the opponent(s) in a state of confusion and caution.

Once this is accomplished, Ezekiel pushes himself forward with blazing speed in a type of zig-zagging motion. This motion is said to be the only thing recognizable when it comes to this Unorthodox movement, but only if the opponent is quick enough to catch on. Whenever Ezekiel Zigsa perfect after-image is created. Whenever he Zags, the same effects apply. The After-Images themselves have no presence nor do they make sound. So once again if the opponent is fully aware when it comes to the surroundings they can find away around this.

The After-Image(s) are as quick as the user in terms of speed and acceleration, so this further adds to the realness of the technique. The After-Image(s) quickly rush the opponent once they are created. They tackle, punch, kick, and even jump. But damage is never done, this is merely done to try and bring out a false reaction from the opponent, thus leaving them open for a quick counter attack, or even a drop in speed. But this technique isn't without it's limitations. It's strong and realistic when the user has a great amount of dexterity and control. This technique can only be used within close proximity to the opponent(s); ten meters max. If the distance is beyond ten meters, the effect is drastically reduced. The images also only last for a split second, but that's all Ezekiel needs.

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Surge Of The Immortal - The reason behind the alias "The Immortal" With the mystic energies coursing through his body, Ezekiel can turn that magical energy into a source of energy he can use to boost his already top-notch physical prowess. But, the enhancement is nothing compared to the true purpose behind the technique. And this purpose is to virtually turn Ezekiel Immortal, in a sense. The energies course through his muscles; causing them to have density equal to steel. This being said, physical attacks that collide with his body virtually do no damage and may even hurt the attacker in return. Blunt attacks hardly do anything, while cuts from sharp weapons could still easily cause him to bleed, but that's just about it. Elemental attacks on the other hand still do full damage. If they burn; he will bun. If they freeze; he will indeed freeze. But the physical enhancement is sure to keep him still fighting through the pain.

This technique takes all the remaining energy; physical and mystical and amplifies it on a x10 scale for a very short period of time ^{(2 posts)}. Once this time limit has been reached, Ezekiel maintains no more energy to continue battle; turning the once immortal into a very easy target to finish with much ease. This technique should be used when nothing else will work and even then success isn't guaranteed.

ARMOR | Leather LV. ³

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[style=width: 400px; font: 12px open sans condensed;serif; color: #e4be66;text-align:justify; background-color: #a65930] Born and raised within the crime infested part of Toluwi City. Ezekiel; along with his seven older and younger brothers had a very different upbringing. Already being brought into a family with so many children; young boys at that, problems are sure to raise. Typical yes, but Ezekiel had something other families didn't have, and that was a father that didn't take any crap from anyone or anything. Whenever the children got out of line, their father wouldn't hesitate to beat them for their wrong doings. Did this stop the children from misbehaving? Of course not! They were children after all.

Between causing mischief within the city. The seven siblings studied the many arts of Marital-Arts. Fighting was in the Maximillion bloodline; each generation of men fought and made some type of name for themselves and these seven children were no different. The boys trained with each other; throwing relentless punches and kicks proving who was the best and who was the weakest. But, whenever their father saw this the powerful man scolded the seven; spreading his wisdom amongst them and telling them fighting wasn't about who is the strongest or weakest. The children listened, but paid such odd talk no mind; they just wanted to fight!

Hitting the teenage years, Ezekiel and his brothers were still known as troublemakers; but troublemakers that knew how to defend themselves if needed. This ultimately made the seven untouchable and somewhat feared. Until one day: One of the crime syndicates superiors fell victim to Ezekiel's lifestyle and rude teenage like mannerisms. The man in question didn't like this; he didn't like this one bit. The youth and his brothers found themselves fighting wave after wave of men with weaponry. The superior couldn't believe his eyes and ordered for the children to be killed; due to the fact they were making a complete and utter fool out of him. But, before anything deadly could take place. The leader arose from the shadows and eyed the seven with a sinister gaze. The mysterious leader ordered the seven to leave his sight, and they did such that; all but Ezekiel that is. Ezekiel grew tired of child like pranks. He wanted to take it to the next level; he wanted to make a name for himself. And, from that day forward, Ezekiel worked directly under the syndicates top dog. Leaving his other brothers and father clueless.

One year passed and Ezekiel found himself living the good life. He took care of his brothers and father and ultimately stayed out of trouble with the knights. He kept his secret hidden from his family flawlessly, even through the guilt was tearing him apart inside and out. During the days, Ezekiel trained his body, while during the night he fought, stole, and black-mailed. The syndicate leader liked Ezekiel and trusted the enthusiastic teenager. So, he gave Ezekiel a very important task; an task that could either make or break the syndicate as an whole. This task was to kill another syndicate leader. The teenager; still being the fearless child he's always been just straight out told the leader no. From all his years of training, Ezekiel has been told to never kill another unless he has too. And, the only person he respects more then himself is his father; so of course his words will be forever he this teenagers guide. However, being the easily influenced teenager that he is. The leader convinced him to not kill the other; but to merely beat him within a inch of his life. Ezekiel had no issue with that, so with a few other men, the child was off to handle some business.

The job; like all the others, was extremely simple. The leader and his men hardly put up a fight and Ezekiel left them all bloody and hardly breathing. Suddenly, when he thought the job was finished and turned away to leave the scene. Blood crackling screams echoed through the manor coming from the bloody men before him. Turning around with the quickest of movements. The men that were with Ezekiel all carried swords and pierced them through the hearts of the leader and all his followers. It was apparent to the teenager now; he has been used. Going in a mad rage, Ezekiel turned on his so called comrades and beat them within a inch of their life. After doing this, the raging youth stood over one of the men and spoke "I'm done! Tell him it's over he can go find himself another puppet for all I care!" And with that, Ezekiel went home and dropped the syndicate like a bad habit. But only if it were that simple...

A few days had passed, and Ezekiel was away from his home doing teenager like activities within the city. But, on his way home, the child noticed coal colored smoke raise from his homes direction. He found it quite odd, but ultimately payed it no mind; he just continued to stroll without having a single care in the world. If the syndicate did want to make him pay for what he'd did, he'd merely handle them like he handles everything else around him. But it was odd, that smoke got bigger and bigger the closer he got to his home. Suddenly, "BOOM!" Some type of explosion occurred and Ezekiel couldn't ignore this. So, with hasty movements, the teenager rushed to the source. Upon reaching the source, he almost broke down in tears for the first time in his life. His entire house up in smoke as the bodies of countless men riddled the grassy area surrounding the compound. Ezekiel rushed forward looking for his brothers and father. Off in the flames he saw them, looking over the carnage with blood covered bodies. Ezekiel approached them with much sorrow; words couldn't explain how he felt right now. He tried to apologies for his wrong doings, but his father didn't listen nor did his brothers. As the flames died and the imperial knights took the men away. Nothing remained of their home, they had to start over all because of Ezekiel's ways.

The next morning, Ezekiel awoke to his father in the middle of their burn't down home. Walking over to him, the child didn't say a word, but his father made it perfectly clear with presence alone he hated him for what took place. His father told him they had no other option but to move away from his place. Staying here only put the others in danger. Ezekiel couldn't say anything; he merely stood there and looked at the burn't wood he stood upon. The word he feared the most came out of his fathers mouth, and that word was banishment. To his father, and maybe to his siblings. Ezekiel was no longer apart of the family; he was no longer a Maximillon. So, from this point onward, he was to face the world alone. The child said nothing, he just gathered what little belongings he had and left before his brothers woke to see him leaving. Honestly, Ezekiel could handle the hate from his father, but he couldn't handle the hate coming from his best friends and siblings; that would be to much for his little heart to handle.

Four years would have passed, and Ezekiel now was in the city of Skara. A lot has happened within the past four years. He stumbled across his Uncle and lived with him for awhile. He obtained a precious family heirloom. And even met some other Maximllion's on his Uncles side. During the past four years, Ezekiel has matured greatly. He is no longer the arrogant child he once was. If anything, Ezekiel has turned quite respectable in the eyes of many around him. Well, when his not in one of his typical drunken stupors that is. The events four years ago still haunt him to this day so he drinks to bury his pain and puts on a facade for those around him. If only his father could see him now. He spent the last year and a half trying to locate his brothers, but with no success. It seems like they don't want to be found. But one day, he will find them and make up for the past that haunts him so.
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