Sage Nezrily

Basic Overview


Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Caucasian

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 127

Hair: Slicked back dark green hair with a light green tint

Eyes: Olive

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Team: N/A

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Color: Green (Specifically Sage)

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Weapon: One WPSF (Weighted Pole-Sickle Flail) named Zhatey

History
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Sage was born and raised on a farm outside of Vale. His family had purchased a good deal of a land generations ago, for cheap too since it was nearly on the edge of Vale’s field of influence. This means that there are few Hunters that swing by, and so a creature of Grimm is not an impossible sight. As such, it was normal for children to constantly be supervised and to be taught to run, and eventually fight, as soon as they could walk.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Sage is the seventh born of a big family, nine kids total. Between him and Varden, the sixth, there are four years, with Tawnee, the eighth, there is one year. This means that Sage was taught less by his parents, as they had to focus on his younger sibling, and was taught more by his older siblings, mainly by Alvern, the eldest. He was taught how to work on a farm, since that was his family’s lively hood. Little to no math or science was taught to him, and he was only taught to read and write very basic things.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">In terms of fighting, he was taught to fight with common tools found around the farm; hoes, axes, scythes. However, he took a liking to two tools specifically, a sickle for cutting crops and a hammer for driving fence posts in. Alvern noted that not only did he prefer fighting with one of those than anything else, even the more efficient scythe, but he also was proficient with them.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">One day, when he was ten years old, he and his whole family were working outside. He and his sister Tawnee were working to harvest some of the crop. There was a loud crack, and Alvern yelled that there was a hole in their fence. They were all attacked by a large group of Ursa. Sage was using a scythe at the time, and used it to help fight them off. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tawnee get swiped by a large Ursa’s paw. She fell to the ground, knocked out cold. Sage threw the scythe at the Ursa he was fighting, it embedded into its head. Sage then dove to protect his sister from the Ursa looming over her; he grabbed her tool out of the dirt and smirked slightly. She had been using a sickle. He swung around to face the Ursa, and then hacked into its shoulder with the sickle. It backed off slightly, forgetting the difference in size in its pain, then went on the offensive. It lunged at Sage, but he side-stepped and brought the sickle down onto its neck, embedding the sickle deep in. He followed that up by pulling the sickle straight towards him, nearly severing its head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">He looked up to see his family staring at him, there were no other Ursa in sight. He was told later that the rest of the Ursa started running when he had thrown his scythe, and by the time he had started fighting the other Ursa, it was the only one left. After that day, his parents bought him a sickle, with the explicit directions to always have it on him. His job on the farm changed, he became guard first, farmer second. On a trip to a junkyard a week later, he found an old lump hammer, and carried that around too since he liked using a hammer too.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">That year was the most eventful year in Sage’s life. At least once a week, a group of Grimm would barge their way onto the farm. Each time Sage could take more and more on at once, eventually treating it as practice more than anything. Teasingly, Tawnee said that he should put tape the hammer and sickle together so he wouldn’t have to choose which one to use. Sage lit up, and that is exactly what he did. As you’d expect, it didn’t work well and fell apart as soon as he tried to use it. So he went back to the junkyard, and looked for a sickle, hammer, and a metal rod. He found it, and attached the sickle blade and hammer head to opposite sides of the rod. He called it a Weighted Pole-Sickle, and he used it so well, it was as if using them independently was just practice for when he got his hands on this.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">At age twelve, his parents made a decision that was a first for their family. They decided to send their son to school. Sage was to attend Signal, in order to learn how to better defend the farm. At Signal, he was scoffed at for his make-shift weapon. He saw all the other students had weapons that could shoot and slash, or flipped into completely new weapons. Meanwhile his weapon was just two weapons taped together. When the time came for him to make his own weapon, he took his initial design for the Weighted Pole-Sickle, and modified it. When he finished, it was no longer a Weighted Pole-Sickle. It was now a Weighted Pole-Sickle Flail. He named it Zhaty.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">He went through the Signal rather uneventfully, skating by in his academic classes and exceling in his combat ones. After graduation, he decided that becoming a Hunter would be better than returning to his farm right then and there. Plus, he wanted to stay in this new place for awhile.

Personality
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">On the farm, he is your average good-natured farm boy. Nice, polite, a bit naïve, but not too bright. However, when moving to Vale, he decided to reinvent himself. Modeling after what he thought a cool, hip city dweller would be like, he became a ladykiller. Or at least tried to. He ended up trying too hard, looking and acting like a tool and making himself look like a fool in the process. He tries to flirt with almost every girl, but doesn’t quite know how to. As such, he misses signals that a girl may give him, or they think he is just being sarcastic. All in all, his movement from farm to city brought out his naivety.

Appearance
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Sage looks like he came from a Greaser gang, if it located itself in the Emerald City. His hair is slicked back, and he has a pair of sunglasses with dark green lenses. He wears a leather jacket with green stripes around the cuffs. He leaves the jacket open, with a dark green shirt on under it. His pants are black, with a green leather belt. He wears black shoes with green laces.

Weapon and Abilities
<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Sage’s weapon of choice is a WPSF, Weighted Pole-Sickle Flail, named Zhaty. The weapon consists of two ends; a thick sickle blade and a large lump hammer head, connected by a metal rod about four feet long. Inside of the rod is a length of chain, which is used to turn either end into a flail at the push of a button. When the sickle blade is extended outwards by the chain, the blade splits into four thinner blades. At the push of the same buttons, the ends come back in. The sickle blades rejoin when it is brought out of flail mode.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Sage’s semblance, in its current form, is anticipation. He has the ability to anticipate movements of objects, whether they be a ball or a blade. This also lends himself to his own movements, so he can see how his own momentum would change if he did certain actions, such as seeing his trajectory if he were to swing onto a pole and then let go. This ability is not an exact science, so he can’t see exactly where an object is going or where he would go, but he can sense the basic area and trajectory of objects.

Author's Notes

 * <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">He is a long time coming.
 * <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">His semblance seems really simple and it is an ability many people have normally, but keep in mind that he is uneducated so he doesn’t know physics or anything and that it is the most basic form of it, so it can develop.
 * <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Second OC, I think one every six months is good enough.