Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2012 4:03:20 GMT
[ *lots of spoilers in here - ye be warned 8I ]
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A m o n // N o a t a k
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Basic Information
Age: Late 30s, Early 40s.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Unknown.
Rank: It's actually really complicated, and depends on who he's confronting. But Rogue, for now.
Canon/OC: Canon // Legend of Korra.
Canon World: Republic City.
Cbox Name: Mousse.
Other Characters: Thor, Voodoo.
Powers And Abilities
Strengths:[/b]
- Chi-Blocking - Amon's most utilized ability, and extremely skilled at it to boot. Using a series of quick jabs targeting specific points on the human body, Amon can not only render the muscles useless and disable one's bending, but depending on the pressure point he targets, can kill as well. He would have to put a significant amount of strength behind such an attack though.
- Waterbending – Essentially hydrokinesis, Amon is capable of controlling the element of water. He is quite skilled in the art - a master, even. Waterbending has various applications (too many to list here; click here for a full explanation), but for a basic idea of what Amon can do:
x Bloodbending – Claimed to be one of the most powerful and dangerous forms of bending. By manipulating the fluids in another being's body, be they creature or human, Amon can gain near complete control of their bodies and thus control their movement. He can also subtly use bloodbending to sense the movement of others, and slow them down - something he's been doing for some time, and using to his advantage to know what sort of attacks his foes are about to make. Amon is a rare case in which he has no need for the full moon to use this ability, and can also use it psychically.
Individuals with exceptional willpower and bending skills can somewhat overcome his grip, however. Somewhat.
[Note: This is a last resort, and he rarely uses this ability to its fullest. Can only be used on player characters with RPer's permission.]
x "Energy Bending" – By using his bloodbending to sever chi pathways, Amon is capable of removing people's bending abilities. Permanently. (Or... so they say.)
[Note: This technique does not have the same affect on elemental magic-users. They may loose the ability to use their magic for a prolonged period of time, but the effects are not 'permanent'.]- Skilled Fighter - Amon is an extremely nimble and agile fighter - so much so that he is capable of dodging even lightning. He is fearless in facing all foes, no matter their skill level. Relying on his own skill and speed rather than brute strength, Amon knows how to keep enemies on their toes at all times.
- Durable – His own fitness combined with his tenacity has made Amon incredibly resistant to pain and fatigue. He can take quite a beating before giving in.
- Psychological Warfare - Amon was (and still is should he choose to do so) an excellent public speaker. He knows how to twist words just right, and there's something in his voice that can not only draw in all who listen, but can send a numbing chill down their spines as well. It all depends on his audience.
He is extremely skilled in manipulating people and their emotions; namely, fear and hate. And he knows exactly how to get people to direct these emotions at benders, and to instill these same emotions in his foes.
Weaknesses:
- Human - His most obvious weakness; Amon is completely human, and therefore, can be injured and killed just like any other. (He's a bit like a cockroach though... you'd think he should be dead, but he really isn't...)
- Secretive – Amon has waaay too many skeletons in his closet, and his entire current persona is based entirely on a lie. Once his secrets are discovered, and depending on which secret it is, any plans Amon might have had could crumble to dust and leave him with numerous additional enemies.
- Mask - Amon claimed his face was severely disfigured due to a firebender's attack on him earlier in his life, and it is due to this that he wears his mask. This is, unsurprisingly, not true. He used to wear makeup to create fake scarring, but now he simply wears the mask out of habit. Or, he will... once he replaces the old one.
While nearly impossible to do, somehow removing his mask will result in an extremely annoyed Amon.- Magic - He knows what bending is. Magic? He has absolutely no idea. He assumes it's some warped form of bending, but he's quickly going to find that magic and bending are two different things.
- I Think We Just Hit Rock Bottom – Considering the circumstances, Amon is... quite unsure what to do with himself at present. He has a lot to come to terms with.
For now, his objective is to simply observe the goings-on of the new world he's found himself in. It is not Republic City, and he needs to familiarize himself with his new environment and its people. He’ll formulate his next gameplan on the findings.- New World - The fact that he is in a completely new world is a weakness. In Republic City, he was very well-established, with a great many followers, henchmen, and a strong sense of fear flowing through the populace. Here, he is nothing more than a mysterious newcomer who has to start everything over from scratch.
Weapons And Equipment:
Chi-blocking, Waterbending, Bloodbending. (Also occasionally uses smoke grenades and long-range binding weaponry as distractions). His uniform was also flame retardant and water resistant, but after already being weakened by a series of rather unfortunate events, it's now in tatters. He's not sure if it can be repaired.[/size]
Personal Information
Personality:
[ WARNING: SPOILERS; bits and pieces from the wiki in here as well ]
Amon is a surprisingly complicated fellow. Once upon a time, when his name was Noatak and Amon did not exist, he was actually a caring boy who looked out for his younger brother.
That all changed once he discovered his abilities. He reveled in his newfound power, while at the same time hating them and what they were doing to him. As time passed, he became increasingly detached, a calm and composed individual replacing the person he once was. Sociopathic tendencies and a desire for further power also surfaced - all traits he still displays, if a bit more subdued.
Perhaps the strongest point of his personality is his severe abhorrence toward benders. One thing that has not changed in him is his desire for equality, fairness, and justice; he remains a staunch believer in what he views as such. Though incredibly misguided, he sincerely believes in his rhetoric. He is also quite the convincing orator. He has a high command of the art of public speaking, knowing how to mystify and terrify his audiences and enemies alike, creating loyalty with each word.
Incredibly strong-willed and possessing quite a heavy dose of tenacity, Amon is also clever, cautious, and calculating. He is always prepared for direct confrontation, and thinks ahead in nearly every situation he finds himself in. No matter what, he faces everything with a sense of unwavering composure and fearlessness. It doesn't matter what sort of danger he may be in, or the skills of his foes may be. And it is this that makes him an extremely formidable opponent.
After all that has happened, however... he honestly isn't sure of what the future holds. More reserved than ever before, Amon has also grown a touch bitter and even confused - emotions he never outwardly displays, of course. He's finally beginning to question himself. But the fact is, Amon's ideals never died, and likely never will.
History:
[ I know I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but since quite a bit of his history is a big ole' spoiler for those who haven't seen the LoK Season Finale yet, I'll be putting a link here for those who wish to read it. Once enough time passes, I'll add it here. In the meantime...]
Amon has recently and inexplicably found himself in New York City. He has no idea he's in an entirely new universe yet, though he'll quickly be learning that the more he lurks around and learns about the place. Aside from getting certain injuries he received healed, his gameplan is unknown. He'll be keeping his word though. He'll be starting anew. As both his true self, and New York's newest vigilante, Amon.
Sample Post
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[ WARNING: SPOILERS AND HEADCANONS ]
It was all a blur. Everything. Fused together in a torrent of heat and flames.
But he’d known.
It was in his brother’s voice when he spoke. It was in the silence afterward. And it was broken by the faintest of sounds: metal shifting and clicking, heavy material slipping over a hand. He knew the sound. He knew the equipment that was on board with them. Not even the roar of the boat's engine could distract him from his brother at that moment; he didn’t need to turn round to see what he was doing. The only problem was that he didn't want to believe it.
“It will be just like the good old days,” comes a voice, heavy with an emotion he too felt in droves, despite the happy facade. Defeat.
Utter. Defeat.
There’s a sudden sting at his eyes. Not from the wind.
A single tear streaks across his cheek as full realization dawns on him, and the decision is made. He almost considers against it; to be reunited, only to leave again - forever - it's a cruel notion. And the chances are so very slim… but if he had wanted to die, he would have allowed himself to do so when he’d been thrown from that window by Avatar Korra – the sea had seemed eager enough to take him.
No, the chances are not slim enough to change his mind.
There's the sound of static electricity, a flash of blue light from behind him.
Too late to stop or restrain his brother. To stop anything.
Mere seconds are all he has.
He closes his eyes. Time seems to slow; his limbs feel sluggish, even though they are moving at top speed. He reaches behind his head to pull up the hood of that oh-so familiar uniform as he lurches to his right, deftly launching himself oceanward, kicking against the boat’s edge to gain further momentum.
There's a deafening roar before intense heat sears into his back, and the flames blind him. The shockwave propels him even further, kicking the breath from his lungs. He makes no sound.
I’m sorry, brother… Tarrlok, I’m so sorry… are the last of Amon’s – Noatak’s - thoughts before he slams into the waves and sinks into blackness.
Everything seems to come back incredibly slowly. First is his sense of hearing.
The few sounds registering in his mind are strange ones – more fitting for a city than the sea. Slurred voices blending together to create a dull hum, the occasional car horn interrupting it. Echoing footsteps fade in and out of his awareness. He quickly dismisses all of this; for the most part, he's distracted by a horrid, painful ringing that felt like it was connected both to his brain as well as his eardrums. He tries to fight it and force it away, but quickly gives up after making it worse.
Next comes his voice. His throat feels as if it had been baking in the sun for weeks, and it hurt to even swallow. Suppressing the need to cough, he manages a low, raspy “Rrrgh…” to confirm it still functions properly. And that he is, in fact, alive.
After that, everything else returns all at once. The comfortable numbness of his limbs, his body? Gone. Replaced by a pain he had never before felt in his life, and his entire body shuddered as feeling returned to it. The pain is centered at his back, but he feels sharp stinging sensations across his arms and legs as well. He inhales sharply as his face contorts, eyes squinting before instinctively flicking open.
He immediately regrets it.
Those sounds he’d been hearing earlier, but dismissed as irrelevant? Well, unless his eyes had ceased to function properly (which he knew was not the case), they were real. He was lying on his stomach in the middle of a city alleyway. Not Republic City, though… he immediately realized this after forcing his head up to glance around. Every nook and cranny, every secret passage Republic City had to offer, he knew about. Wherever he was now was a completely different place, right down to the people walking the sidewalks.
With a low grunt, he allowed his head to slowly sink back to the ground. The cold stone felt incredibly soothing against his face, which he had come to realize was littered with little burns and cuts - likely from shrapnel. Thankfully, his hood had prevented anything too severe.
What had also come to his attention was the fact that he was quite damp, and a puddle of water surrounded him. Not entirely surprising… last time he’d checked, he’d been in the middle of the ocean and likely drowning after having his back baked by the explosion.
It seemed the Spirits didn’t feel the need to kill him just yet. How he had gone from floating in the middle of the ocean to lying in the middle of an alley, however, was something he simply couldn’t find an explanation for. It wasn't like he cared for one at the moment anyway.
It takes some time, but he finally manages to drag his sorry form over to the brick wall, padded shoulder leaning against it. Allowing his back to touch the wall – or anything for that matter – is impossible. Not unless he wanted to make the already horrid pain unbearably worse. It seems Amon’s story had just become somewhat true – though, instead of severe burns on his face, he now had them all across his back. The flames of the explosion had managed to sear through the multiple layers of fabric and leather that had been his uniform. The holes almost looked like claw marks, charred and blackened. Shrapnel had torn through as well, and after a quick glance, he could see faint scarlet stains on his arms and his side. Though remaining intact, his uniform was likely beyond repair. The final assessment? He really did look a mess.
The once proud, intimidating, powerful leader of the Equalists – the savior of Republic City! - reduced to nothing more than a man with nothing. Who was nothing. Except for someone in a lot of pain.
But he was alive.
Alive.
“Tarrlok…” The name is nothing more than a whisper, and his whole demeanor changes as it’s spoken. “Why…? I told you we would move on, start our lives over. Together.” Icy blue eyes are distant, staring at nothing as he murmurs to no one. There’s a moment of silence before he continues.
“You may not be here, but I am keeping my word. I will start anew, for the both of us.”
As Noatak, yes. But also as another.
A spark of life returns to once vacant eyes, an expression of cold determination crossing his features. His body shifts against the wall, leaning against it for support as he slowly struggles to his feet, forcing himself to stand despite his protesting limbs.
… As long as inequality and injustice exists, so shall Amon.
[ all my amonfeels ugh. poured into this sample ugh. ]
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