Post by infernalwolf on Jun 14, 2012 10:50:17 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Hichiro Suzume
★ NICKNAME: Just Hichiro
★ MEMBER GROUP: Epispect
★ POKEMON: Shiny Zangoose
★ STATUS Legal
★ AGE: 22
★ HEIGHT: 6’4
★ WEIGHT: 140lb
★ FACE CLAIM: from Anime/manga
★ APPEARANCE:
Hichiro is known for his size, though 6’4 isn’t that tall, due to his nice genes he has an athletic build granting him a slinder/tone body (though its only for show, he has average strength). His short curly/spiky hair is what really catches people’s eye, mostly because of its unusual color, bluish gray. Hichiro’s eyes have a feint hue of red, but are mostly dark brown.
He has no tattoos and only a couple of scars, the most notable one is on his forearm. It’s a slash which came from minor incident which had to due with a thief. Hichiro can be found wearing a pair of glasses now and then, mostly when he is inside his own home, comfortable and reading. He is usually wearing a suit; he has plenty ranging in different colors.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Wise
- Honest
- Intelligent
- Kind
- Calm
- Tolerant
- Loyal
★ NEGATIVE:
- Indecisive
- Sarcastic
- When Angry, he goes overboard
- Lazy
- Rash (sometimes)
- Negative Outlook
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Bites nails
- Pushes up Glasses
- Smokes Cigarettes
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Overall, Hichiro is a kind person, only becoming angry when loved ones are endangered, or pushed to the limit. He will usually lend a hand if he see’s someone struggling with something. Sometimes he can be reckless(rash) and act on a whim rather than observe the problem/situation. Hichiro is mostly friendly, and accepting, this helps him avoid conflict, which he isn’t a big fan of. Laziness is a trait Hichiro also has, he always gets the job done, but at his own pace. He can be slightly sarcastic too, but only to people who deserve (or people who set him up for it).
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H I S T O R Y
- Hichiro was born on July 11. His father worked in the fields of his farm growing many different types of fruits and vegetables as well as raising cattle, while his mother stayed in and took care of him and his brother. Hichiro grew up watching shows on Pokémon and how they were great companions. As he grew older he began to study where Pokémon came from, the many types of Pokémon, the wonders of evolution etc... At the age of eight he watched his brother head off on his own to start a farm just like their father. Hichiro’s dream is to become a professor, teaching others of the wonders of Pokémon.
- Hichiro was diagnosed with the illness at an early age, but didn’t receive treatment until he was 16 or 17 due to his family not being able to afford the legal vaccination until then. Though when Hichiro’s Death was nearing (age 16), they had just earned enough for him to be treated. The Pokémon blood that he received began its work immediately. The healthier he became the more Pokémon features would appear.
- Although he became a Gijinka (because he was diagnosed with the illness), it didn’t hinder his passion for studying Pokémon and wanting to become a professor. Over the years he began to keep a journal, documenting facts and hypothesis about the Pokémon he studied. Hichiro even got to meet his brother’s Pokémon team, which consisted of a Hitmonlee, Htmonchan, and a Graveler at the time (Helping his farming Buisness). At this point in time Hichiro was about twelve years old.
- When Hichiro turned thirteen, His mother had become very ill (with the virus), so sick Hichiro’s brother returned home to help take care of her. His brother didn’t return empty handed either, with him was a friend, Valora. Valora his girlfriend at the time (now married) and within the time that she stayed at Hichiro’s home (with his brother while he took care of the mother) he learned many things from her. One memory that he will treasure forever is when Valora showed him her talents. She summoned a Rosserade right in front of him and began to show him moves, moves that not only took skill, but which were beautiful all at the same time. After their mother returned to a healthy state after receiving a cheaper illegal blood transfusion from a Chansey, His brother and Valora left, to continue their Team Rocket ventures.
- Soon after Hichiro reached the age of 18, he joined Epispect. His goal is to bring his family out of poverty (due to them spending money on his legal transfusion and his mothers illegal transfusion, the whole family is somewhat in debt) and return their family back to normal. His Big personal goal is to help return the world back to a better state where every being can coexist in peace.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Wolf
★ AGE: 17
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: No
★ RP SAMPLE:
This small town wasn’t really what Aaron was used to. The hospitality, the everyday greetings, the overall kindness… it was new, and it was unbearable. He was used to the everyday asshole in the big city, the man who thought he was high and mighty because of the job he held, or the amount of money he had. It practically served as a place where Aaron could whenever he wanted. But Aaron wasn’t there to train, nor was he there to kick some unimportant guys ass, he was there on a mission, the capturing of a ruthless thief/murderer. If you think about it, maybe he was there to kick some unimportant guy’s ass.
Aaron sat in front of the small towns drinking hole, awaiting the return of the douche bag. Apparently after robbing and killing in the small town, he would return there for a drink, and then make his way to… where ever the hell he slept at night. Aaron was somewhat surprised that the man wasn’t caught yet, though the price on the man was small, he was a criminal none the less, and you would think that the local law enforcement would take care of him. Apparently that wasn’t the case, but it’s not like Aaron cared, as long as he got the money.
Reaching into his pocket, he removed a bended piece of paper. Unfolding it, it revealed a picture of a scruffy man. “Hairy every where else but your head.” Aaron smirked as he observed the picture. The man known as Boulder, was a tall burly man as depicted in the photo. His chest, arms, and face where covered by hair, leaving his bald shiny head all alone. Aarons mind couldn’t get off of the man’s awkward appearance; it was just too good to pass up without laughing. Returning the photo back to his pants pocket, Aaron looked up to see the man he was supposed to capture, or kill, in the distance.
As the man approached, Aaron began to stand up, making his way over to the front entrance of the saloon. The man finally reached the entrance and looked down at the kid with a scowl. Aaron looked the man in the eyes and gave a menacing grin, a grin that meant kicking of the ass was about to commence. Before Aaron could do anything, he was pushed aside with ease and the man entered the bar.
Aaron’s eye twitched. “Did that fucker just ignore my menacing grin? A week of tracking this bastard down, and he moves me aside without giving it any further thought.” He turned towards the saloon doors and entered them. “Hey you bald bastard.” Surprisingly, there was more than one bald person in the bar. To clarify, Aaron pointed at the menace that had ignored him about 10 seconds ago. The mans scowl was even more intense than the last, but it made no difference to Aaron.
The man stood up from his bar stool and walked over to him. Standing over him, towering like a building, the man looked down, straight into the kid’s shades, bald head gleaming from the dim lights in the bar. “Yeah you ya bast…” Before he could finish his list of insults, the man punched Aaron in the face, sending him flying out of the bars double doors onto the dusty ground. The man exited the bar to see a dust cloud that enveloped Aaron.
As the dust faded, Aaron stood there, wiping the blood form his nose, and removing the broken shades from his face. Reaching into his coat pocket, he removed another pair of shades, and placed them upon his face. At this point, some of the town’s folk surrounded the two forming a crowd. Probably was their highpoint of the day, seeing as their really wasn’t any entertainment. “Your pretty strong kid.” The bald man shouted, his deep voice echoing across the silent town. With those words, the man charged at Aaron, preparing to punch him again.
The man’s Fist launched towards Aarons face again. It was quickly caught by the kid’s hand, which was covered in a lavender hue. “The hell is this.” The bald man muttered. Aaron’s hand clamped down on Boulders, causing it to break in several different places which resulted in a loud shriek from the large man. Removing one of the Katanas from his back with his free hand, it began to glow with the same lavender hue. “Fucking kid, what are you?” The bald man asked, trying to cover up the small whimpers he was making.
“I’m the kid that’s gonna get paid off your sorry ass.” Aaron said as he flashed him the menacing grin once more. The katana that was now held in the air adjacent to the man’s bald head, came rushing down towards the man’s neck, slicing his head clean off. Releasing his hand, the hue faded away, and he returned the katana back to its sheath. “Sorry bout that folks didn’t mean to cause a commotion.” Aaron said to the lookie loos who attended the unscheduled fight. Most of the crowd reacted harshly, astounded at how Aaron had just murdered the man in front of them. All thought the crowd of local towns people knew he was a locally wanted man; they still acted foul towards Aaron. Curse words, and items were tossed his way.
“I did you morons a favor.” Aaron yelled as he kneeled down next to the mutilated body of the former criminal. Grabbing the head of the huge man, he began to walk in the opposite direction of the mob of angry villagers. Holding it at a distance, blood oozed out of the gargantuan, mammoth’s head.
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