HIS ㅤFORM
| ㅤ | ㅤ |
|---|---|
| THEㅤNAME | Rangga,ㅤRAVEN |
| THEㅤBIRTHDATE | “──Never been a matter.” |
| THEㅤGENDER | Male |
| THEㅤAGE | 21 |
| THEㅤSTATUS | Saved |
| THEㅤAFFILIATION | Part of The Order of the Black Crows |
| THEㅤOCCUPATION | Spy,ㅤSlayer. |
| ㅤ | ㅤ |
|---|---|
| HISㅤHEIGHT | 183 cm |
| HISㅤWEIGHT | 65 kg |
| HIS ㅤEYEㅤCOLOR | Black |
| HISㅤSKINㅤTONE | Pale Ivory |
HISㅤRAGE
HE IS NEVER BOUND TO MORALS.
May the past be the cause, as he's never been so sympathetic and gentle; Rangga is shown as someone who places distrust and anger towards people ── as if he puts malice upon them.
He is cold as blizzard, merciless as hungering carnivore. A beast within human vessel.
Even so, he doesn't let his rage out so reckless; fire against fire; he would harm someone who harmed him, he would kill someone who wronged him, and stay in silence he does, if someone give no menace upon him.
He is never bound to morals, yes, but he understands the said existence, though his understanding may be differ. Rangga would give kindness as an act, not because he is sympathetic with the current events, but because it's something he has to do or someone told him to.
That is why: he would never hurt either children or people who are disabled, the cause is simple, he is well aware they could never fight back, let alone put him in danger.
And he will be tame if someone treats him well; food, warm blanket, who doesn't love?
HE WAS ASKED TO HIDE, but little Rangga was confused. At the age of seven, nothing held more importance than explanations, for he was such a naughty, curious one.
“──Hide and seek it is!”
Rejoiced, his smile was wide and warm, like a bathed sun, glittering summer.
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HE WAS ASKED TO RUN, but little Rangga was drowning in terror. His parents begged over his salvation, to the knight he used to adore. However, they were different, and little Rangga hated it, he screamed over Papa's rained blood, headless body.
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HE WAS ASKED TO LIVE, as little Rangga whimpered in fright, ran across the faded night; It almost dawn, but little Rangga keep his tiny legs went against the ground. He cried, to the cruel, ruthless world.
and when he looked into the abyss, the abyss stared back at him.
May be added later on
HIS ㅤHUNGER
Using two blades within his grasp, his very power lands on his speed. His strength is a bit above normal human beings, and he's well aware of his own capacity, therefore when he's attacking, Rangga is focusing more on vital areas. Head is his favorite.
As he's never bowing his head to morals, in battle, he's shown no mercy upon his opponent, and it leads him to give his utmost best during battle ── as if he's craving to annihilate them to none.
Since his attack is relied on speed, his defenses, unfortunately, are weak; during battle, Rangga is focusing more on his speed attack ── therefore, his focus on defense is vague.
HIS ㅤSKILLS
AFFILIATEDㅤwithㅤThe Order of the Black Crows, Rangga whose ability that had been falling into slumber, has awaken; not just trained as a slayer and spy, Rangga's been training to do sorcery ── and so, claiming the tittle as shadow monarch, he could manipulate his own shadow.
This ability, however, never become his main, as it gives nothing but non-combat abilities.
| TITLE | EXPLANATION |
|---|---|
| ᛋᚢᚠᚠᛟᚲᚨᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛗᛁᛋᛏ | Manipulates his own shadow to pounce his opponent in absolute darkness; it would numb all of their senses and Rangga uses it to weaken his opponent's movements. However, as the clock ticking, his strength would be reduced; the longer he uses it, the weaker his strength's gotten. For that reason alone, Rangga usually uses it at minimum pace of time whenever he's in battle (around minutes or so). |
| ᚺᚤᛗᚾ ᛟᚠ ᛈᚱᛟᛏᛖᚲᛏᛁᛟᚾ | Manipulates his own shadows to form a temporary armor to increase his defense. He could use this only when he's not attacking. Rangga usually uses it when he's in an emergency state. |
| ᛞᚨᚱᚴᚾᛖᛋᛋ ᛖᚾᚷᚢᛚᚠᛖᛞ | Manipulates his form to blend with his own shadow. He usually uses this when he's in the middle of spying. It could be used during battle, but since it consumes a lot of mana, it's a rare occurrence. It could not be used if he's badly injured. |
His skills, however, depends on the light surrounds him. The brighter the place is, the weaker its gotten and vice versa.
HIS ㅤCLASSIFIED ㅤDATA
| ㅤ |
|---|
| Yes, he could form a smile. Though it's a rare, an ultra-extremely-rare conditions. |
| He's favoring cats. |
| He despises loud noises. |
| He couldn't, by any means, harm children. |
| Like wild animals, he's an obedient one if tamed. |
| He is, secretly, in love with warm meals. |
The rest of his data will be added latter.
the one he needs to protect
The name's Istina.
She's fine, Rangga thinks. Her existence doesn't bother even a bit ── for she has calm demeanor and kind. He feels comfortable seeing her smile, favoring it in silence.
He learns a lot about morals from the lass, though it's his most hard lesson ── and he wonders why she keeps teaching a man whose feelings no longer breathes.
His master ordered to be her shield, and it becomes his important task that matters.
his savior
His master, his savior.
Rangga adores him in silence ── though the pain still lingering, for he reminds him of his deceased father.
He, secretly, likes to be around him ── maybe because his piece of childhood was taken, like a child who wanted to play with his working father, sometimes Rangga found himself numerously gazing at the clock, waiting for training time to come.
Halo.
Perkenalkan, saya adalah sang pencipta Rangga. Boleh panggil saya dengan nama apa saja.
Di sini, sebagai penulis dan pencipta, saya mohon pinta:
Untuk tidak melaku Godmodding. Sebagai orang tua, saya sedih bila anak saya dikontrol orang tua lain. Kaya diculik jatuhnya.
Untuk tidak melaku Metagaming.
Untuk tidak membawa ranah penulisan ke dunia nyata. Alias, baper kalau anak saya seperti hina kelakuannya, lalu marah-marah sebagai penulis ke saya. Tolong marahi anak saya lewat anak anda saja, dia memang hina, tetapi saya tidak. Saya jinak dan normal.
Kemudian, sebelumnya, saya ingin meminta maaf. Ranah saya dalam dunia penulisan berbahasa Inggris ... kacau. Jadi, bila ada kesalahan grammar atau penulisan yang membuat pikir melaku, "Ini plot apa koran Lampu Merah, gajelas." mohon dimaafkan, atau tegur saya secara personal sangat dihargai. Saya menerima dobrakan amarah grammar kacau di DM saya. Atau bersedia memberi les gratis? Wah, nanti saya buatkan altar penyembahan untuk anda.
Akan tetapi, mesti pembendaharaan kata bahasa Inggris saya buruk, saya akan melaku semaksimal mungkin untuk membalas plot anda. Jadi maaf apabila saya lambat dalam membalas. Biasanya saya bertapa atau menyembah Iblis dahulu sebelum melaku balasan plot.
Itu saja, mungkin. Terimakasih telah mampir! DM saya terbuka untuk diskusi atau hina-menghina antar penulis. Bercanda. Tetapi yang diskusi sungguhan, kok.
Sekali lagi, terimakasih sudah menyempatkan membaca. Semoga anda dilimpahkan kebahagiaan. Tuhan memberkati.
