Ikaneba

Class: Battle Priest
Age: Mid thirties
Weight: Approximately 200 lbs.
Universe: Ragnarok! *
Date of Creation: Friday, March 01, 2013!







Prontera. City of hopes, dreams, aspirations, and -religion-. Merchants came here to peddle their goods through either honest or ill-gotten means. Swordsmen traveled from the boat-side quay of Izlude to protect the weak and pledge themselves to the Paladin Royal Guard, and aspiring Acolytes trained under the constant beams of incandescent light filtered through the Grand Cathedral's magnificent panes of stained glass... it didn't take a genius to figure out which branch Ikaneba belonged to.

His story wasn't tragic. His family loved him and raised him under the broad spanning arm of the Cathedral: every meal they did Grace, every night they did Prayer, and every bit they took from the world game with some form of blessing or courtesy, leaving Ikaneba to flourish into an affable fellow. He was kind, courteous, and altogether helpful to the best of his abilities to all he met; simply talking to him left most folks with a smile on their face and a warmth in their hearts.

His days spent in the creme smocks of an Acolyte left him gazing into books with a sense of longing, though. Something didn't click as being -okay-. Was this what he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing? These niggling thoughts continued to undermine at his conflicted mind until his mentor found him white-knuckled and red in the face simply at the mention of opening another tome. Ikaneba didn't speak up. The priest did: he would undertake the path of a Monk instead.

Training began almost immediately. Within the same day he was reading, he was next burying his stress-locked fists into pig carcasses within the pantries of the kitchen. He read for another reason at this point, studying the frailness of the human body in order to remedy it, to purge it from the world with force rather than with spirit. After only months of training compared to years for most students, the High Priest sent him on his way with studded gloves covering his scarred knuckles, determined to see his pupil onto a better mentor with only warmness in their hearts.

Fast forward ten years, and most would say that Ikaneba died within the Cathedral walls. The rather scrawny boy was bolstered with immense strength and agility, boasting large, washboarded abs and biceps that rivaled some of the smaller melons from the village market. His hair was long and gathered up into a mahogany ponytail as compared to the short dutifully cut of a small boy, and his personality was... gruff. No longer was he as actively outgoing than he was in his day, offering few words and a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to his own task. Any that asked him for help were given a blessing for strength to the gods, rather than Ikaneba undertaking the task for them.

Most didn't like the transition, but he wasn't there for them. He was there for himself, and God in that order. Monks were trained in the physical aspect of the world: without them, there would be noone to spread the message of the Lord. Ikaneba embraced this concept with heart and soul thanks to his burnt-out days as a choir boy, purging the world of evil and calamity one body-tearing punch at a time...

...that also means he's here to work out his physical demons with quite a bit of abandon. This is Ikaneba Vyril. His fist could be the last thing you see, or some aspect of his body. The trainings of a Monk haven't been studied by the public, only the Order knowing just what happens to the students within. All that is known is that they are the prime machine for hunting the unholy and uncouth.

Be you friend, or be mine foe?















Wow! That was a bit of a doozy for myself. Proud to have actually made a fleshed-out character rather than a starved skeleton within the past months, or maybe even -year- on Eka's! But, a few notes are in order.

1.) Yes, this is a Ragnarok Online character. Yes, I love it. Yes, I'm playing it once again. Yes, I would love to play with you on the retail game if you still tinker about with it.
1a.) Yes, I also know what the original image is from, and no, I do not care about it as much as I do RO. =P

2.) This character is meant to explore the unsavory side of the holy arts: where a Priest would purge it from the world with soul, a Monk would purge it from the world with body... and using your body is quite a vague concept~.
2a.) That means he doesn't take kindly to demons and the like. If you're of unholy alignment, he will probably try his hardest to hate you to the best of illogical reasoning... but, that isn't to say he will try his hardest to -not- hate you, say for a redeemed daemon or something.

3.) I love games of chance. I'm working on a Vore Battle set for this man, but I'd need someone to help me with it: I have no idea what's overpowered and what isn't, but the idea of going in not knowing what's going to happen? It tickles my fancy!
3a.) IF YOU ARE A 100% PREY. You will be required to do some form of chance: that is, we roll. I win, I have my fun with you. You win... well guess what, you're in control of the reins. My alts have been far too abused with 'will u eat me?' with no promise of returned favors, leaving me awfully burnt out on simply predding.

4.) I have no limits whatsoever, but I do have moody limits. If I'm tying people up all the time every day, needless to say I'll be a bit burnt out on bondage. If I'm constantly driving people into the ground, in either one piece or many, maybe I'll want to be the victim of some action sooner or later!
4a.) I also support turn-about play, and have a penchant for being the victim of it. I guess that's a little hypocritical of my prior statement, but it's true. If you're a demon getting your face pounded in, metaphorically or literally, perhaps you have some ace up your sleeve to turn the tables and leave him the victim of your actions!

5.) I support -some- semblance of realism. I'm not saying I'll only eat cooked'n'prepared micros with my oral cavity. I'm saying that if I eat another 150 pound human, of course I'll put on noticeable weight, of course I will probably dispose of the remains, and of course I can't take a 2 foot long cock without a ripped hole and some intestinal realignment.
5a.) I'm not saying I don't like these things. Quite the contrary, really! If you're -that- taken aback by them though, speak with me. Perhaps we can come to some mutual understanding of what could and could not happen.