Post by Jack Arithra on Oct 19, 2006 22:21:59 GMT -5
Name: Akiroshi Tisimido
Race: Shinobi
Age: 95 (appears to be 21)
Family: Murdered
Appearance:
Highly formal, yet eccentric. Wears a black vest with a metal chest plate, black pants of the same material as the vest with the same metal plate over his frontal leg region, red dragon leather shoes, and a pair of goggles that go over his eyes. The goggles have four glowing aqua colored eyes. Has long white hair and the glowing eyes that are of the goggles. His most special trait is the ribbon that wraps around some of his hair. He carries himself with almost an arrogant, yet sinister gait.
Bio: (this is in 1st person / in character)
The only thing that was good about my family was that they were dead. By who? I don't even know. Such rapscallious louts didn't deserve to live on the planet and how ironic that my "pure bred" father was indecently slain by some people I don't even know.
My mom had to go also. She, unfortunately, had a knack for being quite the ludicrous snitch and would have called the authorities over the most trivial of matters. There was so much bloodshed that day that, I believe that it acted as a buff for my miserable life. Can't tell you why, but the change was good.
It was a shame that I was captured and banished, left alone in some island, my home away from home. But I feared nothing in those days. As a matter of fact, I just killed too many unscrupulous thugs in my banishment, monkeys unworthy of breath, life, and blood. But shut in the banishment and being the upper class being I am thanks to my worthless family. I learned how to use the most unique of weapons, a sword that burns everlasting, with disturbing, vorpalike results.
There was no one to slash and maim in my confinement, so I slashed myself instead. And it was there I learned a most peculiar secret, which has become the peak of my abilities. But that's my secret...
With a blessed long life and fortitude, I considered myself ready after 82 years of hard training alone and undisturbed (I was 13 when captured). With my single-sword style, I was able to escape from the trecherous and proceeded to slaughter all decadence in my path, I killed everyone. Ahhh, soo much blood that day, and yet in my pleasure I found a most peculiar thing. When I slew the last living person in the other land, flaying him alive with my firey sword, his blood seemed to grow attached to it, before forming an almost demonic bond to it. I was most amazed at my unknown benefactor, granting me such a magnificent weapon.
After my escape, I became a cold blooded killer, obsessed to finding out the secret to my new weapon. Many were killed but the secret still remained a mystery. But one night, everything changed, my powers were nearly complete.
After the simple kill of a high magician who was conveniently busy with a consort, the poor sap's blood mingled with a scar on my right arm that was graciously bestowed by my host. I must apparently have a gift for fire for now my powers over it have increased, and with newfound lust, I seek and challenge the world!
Weapon: A flaming sword (saber-like), 10 ft long. Can burn and melt through anything.
Other powers: Wonder why your lights flicker at my sight impetuous monkey? Maybe it's because my anger is more boiled up than yours.
Personality: Psychotic, but controlled. Sadistic, but sane. Masochist, but calm. Akiroshi has the highest temper who's sound of mind.
Race: Shinobi
Age: 95 (appears to be 21)
Family: Murdered
Appearance:
Highly formal, yet eccentric. Wears a black vest with a metal chest plate, black pants of the same material as the vest with the same metal plate over his frontal leg region, red dragon leather shoes, and a pair of goggles that go over his eyes. The goggles have four glowing aqua colored eyes. Has long white hair and the glowing eyes that are of the goggles. His most special trait is the ribbon that wraps around some of his hair. He carries himself with almost an arrogant, yet sinister gait.
Bio: (this is in 1st person / in character)
The only thing that was good about my family was that they were dead. By who? I don't even know. Such rapscallious louts didn't deserve to live on the planet and how ironic that my "pure bred" father was indecently slain by some people I don't even know.
My mom had to go also. She, unfortunately, had a knack for being quite the ludicrous snitch and would have called the authorities over the most trivial of matters. There was so much bloodshed that day that, I believe that it acted as a buff for my miserable life. Can't tell you why, but the change was good.
It was a shame that I was captured and banished, left alone in some island, my home away from home. But I feared nothing in those days. As a matter of fact, I just killed too many unscrupulous thugs in my banishment, monkeys unworthy of breath, life, and blood. But shut in the banishment and being the upper class being I am thanks to my worthless family. I learned how to use the most unique of weapons, a sword that burns everlasting, with disturbing, vorpalike results.
There was no one to slash and maim in my confinement, so I slashed myself instead. And it was there I learned a most peculiar secret, which has become the peak of my abilities. But that's my secret...
With a blessed long life and fortitude, I considered myself ready after 82 years of hard training alone and undisturbed (I was 13 when captured). With my single-sword style, I was able to escape from the trecherous and proceeded to slaughter all decadence in my path, I killed everyone. Ahhh, soo much blood that day, and yet in my pleasure I found a most peculiar thing. When I slew the last living person in the other land, flaying him alive with my firey sword, his blood seemed to grow attached to it, before forming an almost demonic bond to it. I was most amazed at my unknown benefactor, granting me such a magnificent weapon.
After my escape, I became a cold blooded killer, obsessed to finding out the secret to my new weapon. Many were killed but the secret still remained a mystery. But one night, everything changed, my powers were nearly complete.
After the simple kill of a high magician who was conveniently busy with a consort, the poor sap's blood mingled with a scar on my right arm that was graciously bestowed by my host. I must apparently have a gift for fire for now my powers over it have increased, and with newfound lust, I seek and challenge the world!
Weapon: A flaming sword (saber-like), 10 ft long. Can burn and melt through anything.
Other powers: Wonder why your lights flicker at my sight impetuous monkey? Maybe it's because my anger is more boiled up than yours.
Personality: Psychotic, but controlled. Sadistic, but sane. Masochist, but calm. Akiroshi has the highest temper who's sound of mind.
