Espino.EXE

Net Navi
Name: Espino.EXE
Gender: Male
Element: Wood
Type: Sword

Appearance: This navi is of a fairly lean, muscular build, and stands relatively tall. He is designed in the form of a normal human, pale with flowing purple hair, tied back and extending down to his waist, with mid-length bangs in the front. His emblem lies in his solar-plexus, bearing the picture of a seed within, with thorny vine tattoos stretching out about his chest and wrapping around his left arm. around his waist is a sash, seeming bloodstained in its color.

His remaining attire consists of form-fitting pants and ballet-styled shoes, both black in color. One final piece of his attire is a ceramic mask borne over his face, white in color, with one eye slot revealing a crimson iris. Suspiciously, where the other eye slot should be, a black rose resides in full-bloom.

Personality: Espino, whose name means 'thorn' in Spanish, considers himself the very incarnation of beauty and its deadly grace. Narcissistic, arrogant and often times cruel, he only tolerates those of elegance, beauty or outstanding prowess. To him, all that is ugly in life merely exists to be slain in a most elegant manner for his own amusement, and that which he cannot destroy unveils a unique beauty in and of itself. His tolerance for unsightliness is all but entirely consumed by his relationship with Vitoldo, which he is often heard complaining about.

Despite their differences, the two of them get along well enough; Vitoldo works to improve Espino and provide him with the resources to remove any eyesores he comes across, while Espino provides a steady income in reciprocation.

Custom Weapon(s):

Melee: Garra del Sangre (Claw of Blood): Espino's Nails are suprisingly sharp, and make effective cutting weapons.

Ranged: Rosa de la Dolor (Rose of Pain): Thorns from Espino's tattoo sprout before firing toward a distant foe.

Signature Attack: Rosa de la Meurte (Rose of Death): Espino opens his hands as roses begin to sprout, grow and bloom from his palms. After crushing the flowers, he twirls about, launching forth toward a single foe. 40WoodDmg, 1TCD
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