Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 22:00:03 GMT -5
PlayBy:Arisato Minato
Name: Ryudo Ikezawa
Nickname(s): Blue
Alias: N/A
Age:23
Appeared Age: 23
Gender:Male
Orientation: Straight.
Occupation: Works in a game store.
Race:Onimusha
The Onimusha are a human/ogre hybrid. The name roughly translates to "Ogre Warrior", and they were bred to protect the weak and uphold justice in their homeland. They have at least one distinguishing feature that differentiates them from a human. Some have horns, others have unnatural hair colors, ect. All of them are posessed of superhuman agillity, strength, and endurance. However, they DO have weaknesses. (Will be explained in the weaknesses section.
Thier lifespan is, on average, supposedly one thousand years. However, none have been known to survive past the age of fifty, due to dying in various gruesome fashions due to having no sense of self preservation.
(Note: Race inspired by the Onimusha series of video games.)
Hair Color: Blue (Natural, explained in race.)
Hair Style: Unkempt
Eye Color: Blue
Height: Six foot.
Weight: One hundred seventy five pounds.
Build: Lean but muscular.
Scar(s): Cross shaped scar covering about three quarters of his back. He has no idea how he got it.
Birthmark(s): None
Tattoo(s):None
Piercing(s):None
Clothing: Casual, everyday clothes.
Likes:
- Food, all kinds
- Video games
- Traveling
Dislikes:
- Injustice
- People hurting women.
- Children getting hurt.
Fears:
- Spiders
- Clowns.
Talents:
- Cooking
- Martial arts
- DJing.
Flaws:
- Smokes.
- Has an incurable sweet tooth.
- Has a habit of buying video games before his rent is payed.
Items:
- Cell phone.
- Pack of smokes.
Weapons:
- A large, red broadsword. He was wearing it on his back along with blue samurai armor when he crossed into this world, or so he hears. He can't remember.
Abilities:
- Supernatural Strength
- Supernatural Endurance
- Supernatural Agillity
Weaknesses:
- As a race, Onimusha are slightly slow of mind. Not stupid, but thier minds work slower than an average human's.
- Onimusha are hot headed.
- Onimusha lack a sense of self preservation, and are constantly putting themselves in harm's way.
Father: Unknown, presumably an ogre. Maybe human.
Mother: Unknown. Probably human, might have been the ogre, though.
Sibling(s): A few ogres. Maybe. He doesn't really remember.
Pet(s): None
Friend(s): N/A
Lover(s): N/A
Three Important Things About Your Character and/or Its Past:
- He came to New Orleans looking for work, and found work as a game store manager
- Managed to get a modest apartment in the city.
- While he can't remember, he is a veteran of dozens of battles.
RP Sample:
Ryudo's body ached. He sat up in bed slowly, and grinned. Last night had been a hell of a night. One hell of a party. He didn't remember much of it, other than DJing the damn thing. Sadly, none of the lovely little raver girls had followed him home. He supposed he was a little intimidating, being half freakin' ogre and all, and then wondered how he even knew what he was if he couldn't remember his past.
Man, life was frelling weird.
He turned on his TV to the morning news as he got up and out of bed. At least he didn't have work today. Not that managing a game store was bad, just....hangover. He held his head in one of his hands and groand as he pulled on his pants with the other. How much had he drank, anyway? He remembered taking the first few swigs of tequila before getting up into the DJ's booth, but DAMN his head hurt. As he finaly let go of his head, he buttoned his pants, zipped them, and pulled on a shirt, flipping his hair back and out of his face, as it fell perfectly into place without so much as a comb. One little sign that he wasn't human, the other being the big red sword and suit of what looked like ancient japanese armor in the living room.
Oh, and the super strength and what not. But that's for another story, or later in this one. Maybe. I don't know yet, gimme a break.
The news droned on in the background as he walked out of his bedroom, and into the apartment's small kitchen. He set a pot of coffee to brew, and then he saw it. On the wall. The biggest spider he had ever seen. He screamed like a little girl and whacked at it with a wooden spoon he grabbed up off the counter, managing to kill it before it killed him. Because spiders will totally kill you. They're scary, man.
With that out of the way, he poured himself a cup of coffee, and drank it greedily, noticing the edge of his hangover leave him. He figured he could handle a bit of breakfast now, and so he made some toast. And then ate it.
He sighed, walking into the small living room and flopping down in his one chair. He rubbed his temples, groaning slightly. He shouldn't have eaten the toast, man. It must be racist toast, because it wasn't agreeing with the tequila he drank last night. But hell, he had forgotten to turn off the bedroom TV, so he got up and did that...and then flopped back into bed. Within seconds, he was asleep again, and he would likely sleep away the entire day.
Lazy ass.
____________________________________
How Did You Find Us?:Akeelah showed me the site.
What Do We Call You?: Tony, cause it's my name.
How Long Have You Been RPing?: I don't remember. At least a whopping ten years at this point.
