Seifer
 | | Subject: Hyperion Gunblade (Approved) August 18th 2008, 2:14 am | |
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Name:
Hyperion
Type:
Gunblade
Element:
Fire(explosive)
Effect:
Deals minor fire damage in addition to base attack.
Long/Short range:
Mid-range
History:
((Anything in parentheses will be typed later, as it wasn't 100%
necessary to this portion of the history, but it will be there within
the next few days.))
When Seifer was young, his father died in the Sorceress War. Upon
bringing notice of this tragic event, the army’s liaison also delivered
the soldier’s handgun, a Beretta, to his the newly widowed woman. After
hearing the news of her husband’s tragic end, the widow could no longer
go about her daily life in a normal manner. Soon, she ended her
suffering, using the said pistol, leaving Seifer alone.
The next morning, Seifer found her dead. She lied there on the
floor, limbs contorted at odd angles that looked painful. Seifer ran to
her, crying into her bosom, begging her to wake up. After a time he
became angry; lashing out a flame burst from the palm of his hand
blowing the bed into many pieces causing a conflagration to spread
about the room. Becoming rash, Seifer grabbed the gun which sat in an
obscure position near the corpse’s left hand and ran. He didn’t know
where he was going or what he was going to do. All he knew was that he
didn’t want to be there at that moment.
He never remembered how long he ran or begged on the streets
before she found him, but he was grateful for her when she did. She
said her name was Edea and that she had a place where she could keep
him safe. So she did; she took him to an orphanage that she ran and for
a time he was content.
(Insert story about being scared of fire.)
While at the orphanage the other children spoke of old war stories they
had heard before arriving at the home Edea had established. One or two
in particular caught Seifer’s attention. They mentioned a weapon, a
weapon that wasn’t quite a sword, wasn’t quite a gun, but was both.
Seifer was intrigued and spent many hours researching the topic, only
to find that there was little to no literature on weapon. The one thing
that seemed consistent was there was mention of a man who lived on the
outskirts of Timber. . . a man who forged gunblades for those he found
appropriate in their use.
By Edea’s approval, Seifer left to the Ballamb Garden near his reaching the age of sixteen.
(Insert Edea’s giving him the trench coat made to protect him from fire so that he wouldn’t have to be scared of it.)
He then, however, took a little detour to a small country known as
Timber. Here he searched out a man, Tadius. It was difficult, for the
man kept a low profile; everything about him, it seemed, was a rumor,
or an extreme exaggeration of the truth, but eventually, the man was
found, lurking on the outskirts of a small wooded area. Upon hearing
Seifer’s request, the old man sighed, tapping the stem of his pipe to
his teeth and said, “You see, I have been out of the business a while,
and I’m afraid I’m out of the materials required to forge what you
seek.”
Only after persistent cajoling would Tadius acquiesce to consider
creating a weapon for Seifer. He did, however, require Seifer to quest
for the materials, for he was too old and weak to do it himself. Tadius
walked back into his small home, exiting with a magnificent gunblade in
hand. He then charged Seifer to go to the caves to the north and to
acquire a metal that is created when a bomb dies and its fiery core is
compressed as the fire that forms its body all moves to a focal point.
There was one rule however, Seifer was allowed to only use the old
gunblade.
This older sword, Regional as Tadius called it, weighed nearly twice as
much as most. Tadius said this was very important for training; it
would make a regular gunblade seem light and feel as if it were an
extension of the users arm once their training was finished. The old
man was in no shape to train Seifer properly, so his quest for the
materials to make his own would have to suffice.
(Stuff here about going to cave and fighting Ifrit.)
Upon his return, Seifer came to the old man and told him of the
encounter with Ifrit as he left the caves and of a piece of horn he had
found after Ifrit escaped. Tadius fingered the item delicately,
mumbling to himself. He then hurriedly began heating up his forge and
Seifer could swear he heard something along the lines of, “. . .gotta
get this infused before much more power is lost. . .” Seifer could get
nothing else from the man over the next two days as he worked
diligently, seemingly not sleeping as he continued to tell himself that
he couldn’t sleep or it would ruin the temper.
Slowly a blade began to take shape. This one however had a large
triangle shape near the hilt in order to infuse the piece of Ifrit’s
horn into the metal. On the morning of the third day Seifer began to
come-to just as Tadius was reaching into a small chest, pulling out an
old revolver handle. His thoughts began to race as he remembered the
night he found his mother dead in her bedroom. He swiftly pulled the
pistol from a hidden pocket in his trench coat, running over to Tadius
he pleaded, “Please, can. . .can you do it with this?”
Tadius surveyed the pistol for a time then said more than asked,
“This belonged to a soldier didn’t it? . . .Yes. . . It hasn’t been
fired in I would estimate five years? . . . I could do it, but it’s
unorthodox. . .Tell me. . . why is it you request this of me?” Seifer
hung his head and reluctantly recited the story of his parent’s death.
Near the end of the narrative Tadius began to disassemble the Beretta
making necessary modifications so that it would fit into the crevices
he had established into the blade. Within a few hours the blade was
finished.
“It will be heavier than most, because of the piece you took out
of Ifrit I had to add quite bit of extra material to the blade. What
this extra weight or horn of the legendary beast will do, I cannot say,
for I do not know, but from my experiences in life, I can attest that
things should work out for the best.”
And with that said, Seifer was off, to seek his place in Ballamb
Garden to become a SeeD, and hopefully one day, a Sorceress’ Knight.
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| | Subject: Re: Hyperion Gunblade (Approved) August 18th 2008, 3:41 am | |
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someone else can do his approvals from now on. I can't read anymore. |
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