Connor meets the really fast son of a bitch.

Tue Feb 05, 2013 7:43 pm

Connor walked into the woods bored as hell and simply swinging his sword cutting the forest down piece by piece and decided to add onto the fun as he opened his hands revealing the palms of his hands. They had large gaping holes in him which were his Hollow Holes and he charged a Cero and destroyed a part of the forest and launched 3 Bala destroying another part of it with relative ease; that was just how he was. He smirked in a smug manner as the destruction around him took full effect, the forest surrounding him was on fire and the area seemed ready to melt until the area, which was about 150 yards all around him, was turned to smoke and ash. Connor lifted his blade and smiled releasing wind energy downwards in a motion easily powerful enough to level the forest and end the fires. Connor let the smell of the forest air fill his nose as he took it all in, eyes wide open, mouth a gape practically able to taste the destruction in which he had just caused. The sensation...was...unlike any other out there.

As he looked past what remained of the forest he could tell he had probably caused quite the commotion and lightly cursed himself under his breathe for letting his rage and blood-lusting attitude get the better of him, he sheathed his sword and looked around.Nothing survived that was in the area of impact, this assumption was at worst a safe one and he along with anything else that witnessed this destruction knew it. Everything was one of the following, eradicated, and disintegrated on impact with Connors fiery and windy fury, and the mangled greenery that was left behind by his blade wasn't exactly a pretty sight either. The smell of smoke would choke off any means of air for most creatures for about a mile or more and the thought of elves leaving the woods screaming "Bambi's dead Bambi's dead" amused him greatly. With this in mind he shot a dear with a Bala and went on his merry way out the smoke and haze that he had just caused as he whistled a tune to himself of which even he did not understand. He was about a mile away from the scene when the smoke let up and this was not exactly the end of his troubles...

Connor whom stood about six feet nine inches tall was a big fellow, his two hundred-fifty pound frame which consisted of little fat and a lot of solid muscle made him look more intimidating than what he already did. He was a viking in the life before, so looking intimidating wasn't exactly new to him and he did look like a bully in some ways. He had slightly dark white skin mixed in with stubble on his chin which radiated the same ashen black of which his hair did. The hair was spiked up in a serious look and was held in place rather nicely, his red eye glowed with intensity and fire yet his green eye glowed with a calm of sorts he had never managed to show himself. To add on to the already imposing figure he was, he wore a dark black suit of armor with a fire sign on one shoulder and wind sign on the other, the fire clearly red, the wind clearly green. He smirked revealing pearly white teeth and a look solely there to prove he would kill at a moments notice. He was menacing enough to scare away a bear, but he was also a handsome lad and could be much less menacing. He was quite the interesting character indeed as the full body armor ended under his feet. He growled in a rough low voice that would scare bears away if they heard it up close. The surrounding forest was filled with it's echo and he would then shout, hand on his long black sheathe which was placed neatly on his back, "WHERE IS MY ENTERTAINMENT!"