Mary Sue Test
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Most likely not a Sue.



----Character Information----

Name:
Valen Tzipora

Alias:
Valen~

Age:
26

Gender:
Male

Profession:
Slayer- although he specializing in mainly slaying Leviathans, Giants, and Behemoths, and other large monsters or creatures, he overall is an expert of killing monsters; He has a general knowledge of mostly all creatures, and has slain many of them, notably behemoths and leviathans.

Rank:
He is a part of no organization as of now.

Affiliation:
Neutral

Home World:
Cornelia

Personality:
Valen portrays a hardened personality that enjoys killing his enemy, and is very good at it. In fact, he does enjoy killing the enemy; this is both the outside and the inside of his personality. This is showed because he often refers to them as maggots, worms, pets, and inferior beings. Valen is strong of heart and dislikes watching his allies are destroyed; he also prefers to work alone in dangerous jobs due to his want to protect his allies; although he may care about his allies, he cares nothing of foe. He always thinks before acting and has no problem with lecturing and ally if they make a mistake, and he himself would never make a mistake through sheer experience. Valen also holds true to his aurora of the cool distinct character in that he is tactical and experienced with war.


The Inside
Although good, Valen's actions may show him as an enemy at times. This is because he can be seen as an antihero, and he represents amorality in both actions and beliefs. He acts upon logic and experience. He is a very complex person to the eye, and he is indeed one. He never could be simple person, due to his history that shrouds his allies with mystery and wonder. Although he may act on experience and knowledge, he only lets his anger and sorrow affect him when he is focusing it for power or motivation in battle. He never breaks down before anyone, simply because he has not the ability. He has cried his share of tears in his past, and believes it is now his time to stay strong, and prevent another person from going through and enduring what he endured.

Kindness is not a common show that Valen portrays, in fact he usually is the opposite of kind, especially to strangers. While he may be cocky and sarcastic to strangers, or even friends, he sticks to his personality by usually avoiding conflict and remaining aloof; he will not help anyone in true peril. If a women was caught in a blazing fire, or if a woman was about to die or has been caught in slavery, he might feel he has no choice but to step in. He will most certainly not, however, result to saving a man worthy of his pain and misfortune. If someone killed someone else, or raped someone else and is now suffering, Valen will for sure remain aloof.

Sarcasm is a common spark of personality that is lit like and eternal fire within him. He never runs dry of it, and may it be a face to face comment or a mutter under the breath, it is usually always there. He never limits his sarcasm, as in he cares not weather it is fierce and harsh, or simply jokingly, he will say it. This also shows that Kenji does not care what other people think about him, and he will state his mind no matter what, let him be tied to a whipping post and tortured, his pride will defeat the pain with ease.

Valen has nothing to which he openly comes out and admits to liking, however he enjoys music, sunflowers, fighting, food, sleeping, and oddly enough, he enjoys the beach, not the ocean, but the beach. He is a big time music lover, always adventuring into new music, and always eager to find more types, although 'Shamisen' remains his favorite. Sunflowers are a symbol of peace and calmness to him, and they hold sentimental meaning for him. Although they never represented anything officially in his life, sunflowers were beauty, and calm, and they always seemed to hold what he lacked in himself.
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The Seraphim

Serris, the Seraphim within him has brought along to Valen the cal, reserved, knowledgeable, logical part of him. Before Serris, Valen was simply a man whom acted upon instinct and was well skilled with the blade; he was also just a man that acted through quickness and did not think of his actions and consequences. Serris brought all of this to him and has formed the more sequestered individual that remains as the cool superior. Do not mistake Valen for being a loner type, although he would rather not put his friends in danger, he realizes that most battles cannot be won alone; he simply does not enjoy fighting with people whom are a nuisance and a weight upon the battle-field.

Physical Appearance:
Valen Overall
Standing near six feet in height, his lean frame places his weight at 170 pounds and appearing no more than twenty five years of age, sometimes mistaken for younger. A soulful gaze of evanescensing golden honey peers out from thick lads of white blond hair that shimmers a chocolate hue as it cascades past soft, almost delicate features. A natural dark chocolate, nearly charcoal black eyeliner adds that much more contrast to the brilliance of his eyes and fringed with dark lashes and thin eyebrows. Full, perecine lips hide pearly white teeth with pointed canines the bottom lip pierced twice with a ring that curls around and ends at a spike. From the amazingly beautiful Carmel shade that lies within the heart of his eyes, shots of jet black erupt forth with dashingly captivating features. The thick lads of hair upon his head cascade to his chin in length, and hold separate shades of black stretched throughout the thick Carmel which matches his eyes. Through his lip is a thing silver lip ring which glistens under the soft moisture of his mouth, lathering it and shining it. He smells of a sweet honey glazed aroma with breath of deep mint. This perfection of heavenly beauty is due to Serris which is a part of him, and is thus affecting his appearance.

Clothing
An extremely light weight mesh shirt clings tightly to Valens body. Forged of a thin metallic substance infused with orb spider webbing for enhanced durability. In correlation with this armor and the rare alloy used (so rare full armor cannot be made), the material is charged and imbued with chakra, enabling its resilience against most slash-based attacks not imbued with chakra, though the impact of such is still a factor. With this shirt, Seidaku usually covers it with a yukata or kimono which is parted to reveal a few inches of his abdomen. The flared sleeves and the frayed end of the sash having been treated with the same webbed substance found in the metal though this time the material still flows normally. The yukata is form fit with a tail which trails halfway down the left thigh and of a blue and white material with a honeycomb pattern on the left sleeve, shoulder and other various areas. The right sleeve is actually an arm warmer revealing the upper portion of his arm and the end covers down to his knuckles. The difference in material is that with the release of those charged aurastic particles Valen produces; he can intensify the ends of his clothing to take on nearly non-breakable bladed properties in an instant. Two leather straps cross at the left hip.

Sadly, Valen has many scars from his battles spread across his body which take away from his appearance, may it be ugly or attractive. Two scars, parallel from shoulder to hip across his back. Three scars, smaller ones, reaching over his legs, and one on his right arm from when he was training with his blade and injured himself with Arondite, are all upon his body.

Equipment:

• Arrondite- A Zanmato; it has a 6 ft blade that is a foot wide. It is made of the best adamantine black steel. The shaft (hilt) is a foot and a half long. It weighs five score (100) pounds. He carries it on his back when he is not using it. He wields it with his right arm. Due to his life long training with this weapon, it does not feel the 100 pounds one would think, but only feels like a normal blade to him. When he is about to do battle he rests it on his right shoulder. Arondite is a sword crafted thousands and thousands of years ago by his ancestors, whom are unknown to him. At times the blade will glow with a fiery cerulean aura or move around in its sheath as if calling to Valen.
  

Combat Style:
Being born into a family of monster slayers, particularly the large ones, he has been trained since birth to become the best he can be at this. His fighting style consists of him resting the blade behind him, and awaiting for the enemy to make the first move. He usually plays defensive, and uses counter strikes to kill and deal damage. He can take a lot of damage and deal it out as well, so speed is his main default.

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• Alchemic Vale-Controlling his chakra or qi, Valen creates a large electrical charge that pulses throughout his body like a heartbeat. This is quickly discharged however he sees fit. The initial pulse of the discharge is enough to shatter stone and the ground below. Afterwards, jagged lines of electricity surge and tear around him.
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• Power Strike- His most useful attack, which is completely sword based. Giving all his strength into his single Zanmato, he can strike and enemy head and usually stun them or cause them to stagger, and create an opening for allies. This limit break causes recoil damage from the impact. Dodging it is the safest way to maintain safety.
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• Ariel Vale- When within the Air, strike with two powerful strikes known as the Tiger Strikes, where energy is focused into the blade where as the force of the blade is that of a tiger. The energy is released causing the force, and furthermore propels Valen back while the enemy is shot away. If not blocked this can cause notable injury, while if blocked by any means it will cause no damage but may push the enemy back.
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• Enhanced Ability- Due to his life-long training he holds the ability to occasionally break some bodies guard with a single, direct contact with enemy weapon. He also has increased strength and endurance.
  
  Ex Form-
  Berserker- A state where he completely loses all control of his body and attacks wildly, even injuring and hurting allies. However all his stats are at max and while he is actually unable to perform any limit breaks, this ex form can be a life saver, and a taker of friends. While it leaves him in a confused, and weakened state when he emerges from it, while in it he shows amazing ability to destroy anything in his path, and he can attack twice as fast. He is still beatable, as shown several times, this is just like an uncontrollable power boost.
  

History:
He is brother to Cain, and has been the oldest of the two, as his younger brother died at birth. He was gifted heir of the family trade and trophies, along with Arondite at age 6. The blade was a family heirloom, and up to age six he was completely trained to use this blade. Although he was unable to wield it, it was a gift to him and he loved it with all his heart.

In his youngest days, Valen was a moderately cheerful and energetic child with optimistic outlooks and a seemingly bright future. He was invlovled greately in the academy for military futures, and was an average student among the group. His life was decent, no, it was good. He was spoiled in some ways, and was loved greatly by his mother and father. His father, Galet was a man of great love and honesty, he cared for Serene alot and gave as much as he could to Valen. Serene was a gardener while Galet was a high-ranking soldier in the army.

Through Time, Valens fathers brigade was ambushed and killed by an unknown source, and no survivors were found. They Assumed Galet to of died. Even so Valen pressed on, and completed his training through his grief. Once he finished he left the village and began using his unique training to try and find the source of his father’s death.

During his travels through the wild, he eventually came upon a demonic aurora which he found four beings of evil battling a single warrior, whom was fending them off barely. Before the single man stood fourteen demons, and these demons were extremely powerful, their aurora killed the very plants around them. The warrior held several wings and glowed with long hair and perfect features, his blade fending off the enemy as his free hand squeezed his side. Valen leaped in and struck one from behind killing one of the enemies. When the demons redirected the focus to Valen, the warrior released his identity in his final attack, knowing that the demons would only kill him and Valen if he did not use it now: He spoke "I am Serris, High Seraphim". A blast of light eliminated the demons, however the Seraphim was destined to die. Before Valen could do anything, the Seraphim talked to him, and told him what could happened if he tried to fuse with him; Valen did not agree, but the Seraphim had no choice, his mission was not finished, he had to destroy the seal that the demons had, so he used his remaining strength to transfer his soul into Valen. After completing the mission, the Seraphims will died slightly, but he still dominated Valens body. However, after about a week, Valens will grew extremely strong, and the process began.

Valen and Serris fused, creating a new personality, a new appearance, and a new mental stability. The new Valen, a Tenrai-Datenshi, found his new power. Before h would return to his home village though, he had to finish a final test that cost him his fathers life, and his families love. To redeem honor to his new self, he came forth through the mountains and stumbled upon the same dragon from many years ago, now full grown. After a grueling battle, he disposed of the dragon, and took its head with him on a journey back the village in Illanis. On his way, he found a necromancer and decided to test his new power against him. As the battle raged on a dark shield of magic was cast around the necromancer, and as the necromancer cast a spell in its 'safety', Valen reached into it and lifted the necromancer by his throat, crushing his neck with his grip, killing him. However, the dark aurora ripped and tore at Valen with a rippling effect, tearing the skin.

A day later he was healed when he came into the village, a new man that at first few regonized. By presenting the dragon head, he claimed his name, and because the dragon head was so huge it surpassed all others ever presented. After giving respects to his fathers grave, he travelled to the town square, feeling the memories coming back to him, and then he held strong that he now Valen Galastre, was A Tenrai-Datenshi. Becoming enlisted as a standard soldier of the military, he now plans on working his way up. He usually guards the castle and te village of Cornelia from monsters.

For explanation, he gained no actual strengths from this 'seraphim', only his weaknesses. Valen also wishes to find a way to rid himself of this cursed spirit within him, as he hates the feeling and thoughts which constantly effect him.


RP sample:
A submerged temple with the roof of it coming forth out of the temple at a diagonal blocked part of the sun, forcing a shadow to thrust through the grass, keeping the land partially cool; the dew which lie on the grass from midmorning still remained, motionless and un-touched by the suns heated glaze. Away from the shoreline a hill rose perpendicular and the tip of the temple let a small glare of sunlight glare through onto the hills peak, casting a thin shadow over the hills other side; or it normally would had it not been for an obstacle which stood in the suns way, two boots glimmering with brilliance. Valen stood honestly observing the temple with both honey glazed eyes peering through his thick caramel, black streaked lads of hair that fell over his face. His one hand fell to his side, the other resting in a combatant manner upon Arondite, the blade which hung at his side. It was sheathed, and the sheath held a glimmering stretch of dancing golden flowers, the vines curving slightly to match the blades curve. The somewhat pale yet dashingly and amazingly perfect features which existed on the Tenrai-Datenshi's face held deadpan face, his posture straight and perfect, as his slim build held strong to the breeze which carried the cascading clouds across the land.

The demonic Aurora from the blade, Arondite, began to slowly emancipate at rapid pulses, the force of the power of pulling air into to the blades hilt and around Valens hand where it was forming into a twisting and visible rotating motion. The density of the blade grew for a moment, almost bringing Valen to his knee's, however he held strong, and endured the moments of battle which held within him against the blade. As he traveled more so to the temple, coming closer and closer to it during his odyssey for the Illanis restoration. To Valen, the prince was the beacon of hope for this plan of restoration, and Valen knew, although he might even despise the prince in some areas, that he was necessary. However, this was not upon his train of thought; the temple was. Usually, his blade re-acted with force that within seconds Valen could subdue, and this rarely happen, only when he entered a sanctuary of sorts, or a church, would the demonic power strike back. Now though, the feeling was different and stronger; the blade he held posed more danger to him; for once it was able to effect other things than its beholder; the nature around him, the air. He would need to research this; it could be possible that his blade grows more powerful near places which held dark aurora's....however this is only a theory. As he already knew, it could simply be a dark object within the temple that was calling to his blade.

Most would turn and run from this, he knew, but he could not chance missing out on a chance to learn more of the nature of Arondite. Besides, most beings around this area were no match for him...Most. Valen set off forth, heading to the temple, feeling pulses of his blade becoming less frequent as time passed, but stronger when they did come. As they came, it began rendering his arm useless for several seconds after the pulses, and it sapped his energy like a leach. As he neared the temple, he found a way of getting in from the top without getting wet, however he would have to avoid the fairyleaves which were a rare sight and fetched a good price in distant areas. Although they fetched a good price, he disliked touching plants he did not know the ultimate nature of; many were dangerous to certain races, and he was not consumed by the needs or wants of money.

Valen scaled the temple with two leaps, his thick lads of caramel black streaked hair rising and falling with his two leaps, the air catching and pulling them whichever way, before falling back to his original place. He peered down through the large hole which held a straight path of sight to the lower parts of the temple where as he could view the scene of the white haired boy swim through the water in a strange fashion. He reached for the other groups, however fled when they gave sudden move. Was he trying to capture them for some reason? He heard distant voices but was unable to make out the words which the group spoke; peering down he watched from extremely high above the others, the water glimmering and reflecting the little light which passed through.

"...Eh...Ah!" Valen gave out a quick shudder and a staccato yell as a pulse stronger than any other befell his body and destroyed his balance. It was so quick an unexpected that it caused Valen to fall. His vision grew blurry for a small moment as he free fell through the air in the direction before Obsidion and Bael. It seemed as though his fall was slowed down as he came closer, and a glimmer of light caught his side. Before he made contact with the ground however, his vision was restored and he preformed a miraculous recovery, spinning his arm and pulling it behind him and pointing his palm perpendicular to the ground. He was know horizontal, and he used his ability Alchemic Catastrophe, and before his hand a sudden concentration of energy flowed, and the air around him turned to wind for a split second and flowed to th energy at his palm, creating a quick blast of energy; the gathering and release was as quick as a heartbeat, and the force was enough to equal the force of his fall and break it.

Landing quickly upon the ground, he slowly lifted his body, unharmed apparently, and knelt with one knee against the ground, one lifted up by his face, and his left arm over-top his knee while his right rested on the blade, and his head hung down and his hair covered parts of his face; his honey-glazed eyes however were visible, shining quite well. Below him, where alchemic destruction hit the temple floor, cracks and small crevices peered to below the temple. Unbeknown to Valen, below them all was a shrine that was not submerged, and the cracks and crevices led to it. How it was not submerged was not knowledge to him at all, rather it be magic or simply physics that did not allow water to get into it, how could he know, he was not even aware of its existence.