Nebacanezzar wrote:I'll always remember the moment I realized that. Why won't anyone stay dead?
Nebacanezzar wrote:True, but never underestemate the power of knowledge.
One more thing! *Wacks Zath with two fingers* Here is my character. I added a history to explain some things.
Name: Raphael Kireto
Appearance: Raphael is very muscular. I mean, more so than you would think. Not Hulk big, but paint him green and he could be close to the real thing. He weighs about 260 pounds, mainly muscle, and he knows it. He has short, black hair and cobalt eyes. He has no scars or mars on his skin that is visible, aside from one that is very close to his eyes and looks like someone was trying to cut his eye out. His frown can be very scary, and rightly so cause that is what he is going for.
Weapon of Choice: His fists. Sometimes he will wrap his hands in medical tape and then douse them in freezing water, making his opponents think he is hitting them with cement blocks. Lately, however, he has taken to wearing special gloves used by precision carpenters, where the first two fingers, along with the thumb, are cut off at the top to allow the carpenter to feel what he is doing. He will still sometimes wear the tape under the gloves, but that is beside the point.
Personality: Raphael seems to be a common case of an anti social teen. That is nowhere close to the real thing. Raphael is not anti-social; he just doesn’t make friends with people. He prefers to keep others away from himself for his own safety. Only those who you hold close to your heart can betray you, that is something he learned the hard way. He also can have hair trigger anger, but he is working on that. His anger is usually seen when he is alone, among trees, where he vents his anger by slamming his fist, or legs, or any part of his body really, into them. Whenever his anger starts to build when he is around others, though, he will put his hand close to his heart and then calm down long enough to just walk away without decking someone.
History: Raphael’s childhood was a happy one, but that is not to say it didn’t have its ups and downs. The boy didn’t begin to get involved in fights until he was 10, where he would frequently get into fights with the “bullies” at school. They would make cracks about his mother and how frail she was, which is an easy way to piss Raphael off. He continue to get into fights, despite what his father, mother and friends said. He just couldn’t stop when he was mad until those other kids were pleading for him to stop or until his own friends or others had to hold him back. Durring this time he got stronger, a lot stronger, as his constant fights showed him that he couldn’t control his anger he thought he could vent it by working out. It was a way to use up energy, his mother had told him, and he always followed her advice. She didn’t know he got into fights, neither he nor his father told her. She was constantly sick, and couldn’t leave the house unless either Raphael or his father was with her. Still, she was happy and that was enough for her. Raphael’s mother was killed when a robber broke into their house while Raphael and his father were gone. After that, Raphael’s father was furious, blaming this all on Raphael. His mother wasn’t so weak until he was born, it appeared, and if he hadn’t been born she would still be alive, his father rationalized. Raphael stayed another week in his home until he left after his father tried to kill him, he was 13 at the time. He depended on one of his older friends for support, but it came at a price. Raphael was a strong kid, strong enough to take on grown men, and his friend knew this. So he had Raphael fight in illegal underground tournaments, where the man got a lot of money from bets placed on the underdog. This went on for a year until Raphael realize his potential in magic, which happened in a fit of rage at his “friend,” where he caused his hand to erupt in flames and slammed it into the man’s chest, giving him severe burns, but not killing him. This rage came to be after he actually killed a man with his bare hands (crushed the guy’s skull in with his fists).
Raphael later found his way into the school, where he remained in the background, detached from the others. He had become very private, trying not to stand out. This was a feat, because as time went by his form became very muscular for one his age.
Imenak wrote:Nebacanezzar wrote:I'll always remember the moment I realized that. Why won't anyone stay dead?
I think it was that anime staff and maybe even Akira Toriyama running completely out of creativity. I think things would worked out perfectly fine if they didn't believe every saga needed to have the Earth or some other planet explode before the end, and that everyone needed to die in some ridiculously melodramatic manner (I say ridiculously melodramatic because they're going to be brought back anyway, so why the fuck would you mourn?). Honestly, they used the repeated deaths as a creativity crutch, using it to invoke a sense of tragedy or in an attempt to make something dull seem better. The only people who die and stay dead are the villains (until the afterlife became a place you'd regularly see). Death and then revival is fine for a particular character once in awhile, and can be great if done right. Otherwise, it screams Deus Ex Machina, and makes you think "Why bother even killing them off in the first place?" I'm not necessarily saying that's what happened here in EA, but I still couldn't help but draw the similarities. "Oh what a tragedy! Not."
It's just a good-natured jab. Don't think too much on what I say.
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