Venti Lepidus

Name: Venti Lepidus (Wen-ti, Its roman, the V makes a W sound.)

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Nickname: N/A

Species: His mother was a wind spirit his father a human. Hes a mutt

Looks:

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Venti is an incredibly slim man, he is tall but surprisingly not gaunt. He has black hair, grey eyes and wears a darker then black suit because he believes it contrasts well with his pale, almost white skin and feathers. He carries a black leather pouch at his waist which contain a multitude of pure white feathers which he arranges on his back to make wings.

Personality: Nice free spirited guy. He never lets his emotions get a hold of him and never loses his temper. But if he does you better watch out, by that point he must be incredibly furious along with the extreme cockiness he carries in his abilities there is no doubt he will swing out at you. The high aptitude he holds for his battling skills carries over to how he looks, he thinks he is incredibly attractive in such he thinks any women he talks to will instantly fall for him.

History: Venti's mother was an average wind spirit aside from falling for a man, who was no more then mortal and unable to resist her. This complicated process of cross breeding ended with the product of a boy name Venti. His mother was forced to leave, giving no evidence of his special heritage. He grew up normally, attending school and making friends, his father kept his mothers species a secret, whenever Venti asked about his mother he was always met with 'she had to leave'. It wasn't until his seventeenth year of life that he discovered his control of wind.

A band of robbers and cutthroats had invaded the small town he had lived in. All of them masked but aside from that wearing whatever rags they could afford. The leader of the bandit however wore a full suit of heavy iron armor, dents and scratches showing the obvious ware of battles he has fought. The group of animals charged onto the village, whoever refused to pay tribute was quickly ended, random houses were lit ablaze for amusement. At the end of the town was Venti's house, which was reached quickly by the wave of savages.

The door was thrown open, light from the flaming village showed a strong looking man, a curved rapier in his hand, standing in front of a boy no older then seventeen. Venti's father wasted no time, he shoved Venti towards the back of the house where a door stood, expecting him to run whilst the father held them back. The head bandit easily knocked the sword aside with a single stroke and pierced Venti's father through the gut. Venti watched the tip of the shining blade break through the other side of the body, greeting the boy with a bloody hello. As his father fell to the floor lifeless Venti scattered across the floor, hands darting to grab his fathers sword. Hands grasped around the hilt he jumped to a stand, he held it facing the man who had slayed his father, the weapon feeling natural in his hands. Again the bandit wasted no time, he charged at Venti, his weapon swinging. In a fit of panic Venti went to block the attack, the bandits blade crashing down on the boys, easily out powering him. The last thing Venti wanted was to end of dead like his father. Panic built and anger rose as it dawned that like his mother his father would never come back. Venti let the rage unleash, expecting him to have strength seep from his pours like in the books but something else came out. A gust, not like your everyday Sunday stroll breeze, closer to the power of a full strength tornado seeped from his insides, knocking the bandit onto his back. Venti didnt wait for the murderer to react, he thrust the sharp weapon into the man, with a clunk it pierced the armor and a satisfying squish confirmed the piercing of skin. Venti let his eyes rise from the now deceased man, he was met with a barrage of glaring beads starring him down. He didn't try and fight, he just ran, the wind seeming to always be at his back as he crossed fields and forests, the wind in his lungs never running on empty. He lived the next few years, feeding off the forest or traveling from town to town.

Ability: Summons the wind to aid him. Most often uses this power to hold the feathers to his back, giving the image of beautiful pure white wings, and fly. While flying quickly tires him or can even drain the rest of his remaining energy and make him pass out he always uses the power of wind to run faster then a normal man can, jumping or dashing across a battle field.

Items:

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A long decorated Rapier with a multitude of curves running down the blade. Unlike other weapons of its kind the edges are sharp, not just the point.

Money: $500

Looks good. But change your 'Can Spend' to 0, as you have no points left.

I say approved, as long as Pooch does not have any problems.