|K|otorasu
|Staff| Wind King
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Post by |K|otorasu on Mar 8, 2011 20:03:19 GMT -5
CHARACTER APPLICATION
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FULL NAME[west]: Karasu Ra Akatsuki FULL NAME[east]: Akatsuki Karasu Ra ALIAS/NICKNAME(S): Raven
AGE: twenty-one GENDER: male SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straighter than most arrows ETHNIC GROUP: caucasian _______________________________________________ RANK: wind king CLASS: Wing Road
JOB/OCCUPATION: Shop Owner of an Air Trek shop || AT Tuner || Daytime Teacher at Higashi High BIRTHDAY: 8/16 BIRTHPLACE: Southern Italy | Sicily _______________________________________________ PICTURE: At night minus the helmet:Picture Stretches Screen Or: Sans Helmet At school or working at the shop: "The Art Teacher" WRITTEN APPEARANCE: Karasu stands about six foot four, lean build and lightly tanned skin. It's permanent since he's Sicilian. His hair is black and falls in spikes around his head at a length that might be considered long by some people. He has a very smooth face, devoid of blemish though his jaw is strong and rather pronounced. He's normally seen wearing black from top to bottom. Black combat boots, baggy black cargo pants, black wife-beater, back shin-length trench-coat, black leather fingerless gloves and an angular mask-like helmet that resembles Nue's from the Manga.
That's just at night. During the day he's a high-school arts teacher, having his Masters in the Arts. Teaching Music, Creative Lit, and Art he wears black slacks, spit-shined shoes, a white collared shirt and a black tie.
Underneath all that he actually has a part that's not human, his right arm is actually a bionic arm he constructed with help while in T3. After his real one got crushed by a massive gear he fashioned himself a new one that would never break and make his life as a tuner easier. It actually splits apart along multiple faults and opens to create a miniature tuning and assembly array for ATs. Though the arm did pose one obstacle, it was too shiny. So he fashioned a sort of self-healing synthetic skin that even had finger-nails.
HEIGHT: six foot four WEIGHT: one-hundred forty pounds _______________________________________________ PERSONALITY: Calm, reserved, and not very outgoing but full of little bits of helpful information. When he's not sleeping that is. LIKES: Reading, hanging around, sleeping. DISLIKES: Being woken in the middle of a dream, being challenged to a Parts War by some pompous kid. HOBBIES: Reading, Playing video games [console and pc] TALENTS: Something of a musical prodigy. He carries a guitar most times and he has a Piano in his apartment. Hence being an arts teacher.
FAVORITE FOOD: Anything Italian FAVORITE MUSIC: Rock | Metal FORTE IN SPORTS: Even though he will tell nobody he was a futbol star before moving to Japan. [Futbol, as in Soccer] _______________________________________________ HISTORY: As most lives start [insert birds and bees...] Karasu Akatsuki was born into the world, one filled with sins and lies. Except for one, the truth that was in the skies over Sicily. A place he longed to go to from a young age, as a babe he would reach for the clouds. As a child he found increasingly taller buildings and structures to climb, until his family passed away. A freak accident really, Carbon Monoxide inhalation. Nobody to blame.
He quickly became an introverted young child, even for a teen of eighteen, nobody could crack the shell of this tortoise of a human. He allowed nobody in, not even his benefactors. For some reason he only had one legal guardian left in his parents will, a mid-twenties woman that could easily become a professional model should she simply try. Instead her and her two younger sisters spent their time teasing him and practicing their fighting skills on him, many times leaving him speaking a few octaves higher temporarily. Unfortunately she lived in Japan, which required that he move there.
By nineteen he came to figure out that there was more to the trio than met his eyes originally. The oldest, being nearly thirty at the time looked forward to beating him up for the most minor things. He would often mumble "scary..." under his breath as he passed her. This would often be met with something getting thrown at him, easily dodged, though he could never explain how he did it. The second oldest was his age, and rather pretty, but found him scary to what he saw. He didn't care, he preferred being alone. The last was a scary goth-emo about three years younger than him who spent her time listening to death metal, this he would pass with "kawai..." If her glares were lasers, he would have been dead.
The scariest part was when they left him his first set of AT, they didn't give it to him directly, rather left it on the roof of the house where he spent his free time. Instantly enthralled by the new blades, he tried them on. The strangest thing was, that there was an extra set of wheels included, on them in what seemed to be black-felt tip marker was written "Welcome--To Nightmare!"
Shortly afterward, he left that house. Sixteen and nowhere to go he practiced his AT fervently and with the voracity of a hungry lion. Rumors began surfacing of a black-clothed "Wind-walker", an extremely fast person who could fly like the wind on AT. There was nothing truly special about his Gear, the "Nightmare" wheels he kept on his belt, tied on a thong of black leather. Eventually he donned a black mask [see Nue [thunder king]] and began running AT matches in and of his own accord, often fighting Stormriders better than himself. He would roll the streets at night, learning at school and working during the day. All in an effort to better himself, and find the perfect team to join. He eventually decided to create his own team with various Riders he had met that weren't yet affiliated. Unfortunately none were very good and thus stayed around their base and tuned other groups Gear, eventually becoming a subsidiary of "Tool Toul To".
He continued to roll the streets alone, his team making money by fixing Gear and investigating Regalia. Including the Lost Wind Regalia. But this soon passed as his team began to break apart and soon he was the only one left. Left to look alone for the legendary Wind Regalia and for a team that he would feel comfortable in. If not, he'd make his own. Paying his own way though became easier and easier as time went on, word of mouth got around and he found himself becoming one of the most sought after bouncers and personal bodyguards in town.
When he wasn't rolling the streets, in class or working as a bouncer he was in T3's HQ. Being one of the few male members he was hunted down by the female members so that they could make use of him. He quickly became extremely talented at avoiding them, and if he got caught at satisfying them without draining himself. During one such escape he lost his right arm to one of the gigantic gears. Fabricating himself his new arm [see appearance] he dropped out of T3, keeping partial fealty to the Pledge Queen and her crew. A few years later he became a teacher at the local High school as the Arts Director.
FIGHTING STYLE: Defensive Close and Mid-range Mostly though he can go Long range is the need arises. _______________________________________________ ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
[f a k e | m e | t h e | r e a s o n] -Evans Blue | Bulletproof-
Whilst the world outside made it's own music with whistling winds and a steady downpour of rain in the dead of night, some slightly more definable music came from a certain apartment in Japan. The pianist fingers moved smoothly over the keys, playing out Beethoven's First as softly as he could. It didn't help that the piano took up most of the small living room.
Lost in his music he didn't notice the angel glide out of the bedroom, wrapped in nothing more than the sheets from their bed. Padding across the shag carpet she crept up behind him and threw her arms over his shoulders. "Couldn't sleep hun?" She asked, though his response was to continue playing and simply nod. She might have rolled her eyes, but she remained there, with her arms over his shoulders, just listening to the music. She'd been dating the one many called "Wind-walker" for three month now, though it seemed like much longer. It hadn't taken long for her to find her way into his bed, and it hadn't been he who had propositioned.
Her hair matched his, dark and just past the shoulders. Her almond eyes even had the color of the nut. All of this with flawless skin the color of a fine light chocolate. She pressed her ample bosom against his broad back as he finished the piece. He reached up and scratched the top of his head for a moment, then reached back and placed his hand on the nape of her neck. Leaning back, his lips met hers in one of the countless other kisses they had shared. He wasn't one to talk much, and he slept quite a lot, but he spent more time with her than any other man she had dated.
Breaking the kiss the man stood, easily dwarfing the woman by a full foot. Stepping around the piano bench he wrapped her in a hug that lifted her six inches off the ground, though he did not crush her in the slightest. Once again they kissed, this time for a moment longer. When they finished, she spoke once more. "Well, now that we're both up, how about a ride?"
One of her endearing qualities, the man mused, was that she wasn't like the other women with looks even close to hers. She loved getting wet, getting dirty, and wasn't afraid to try something even if it might hurt her. So, he nodded his agreement, picking her up bridal-style he walked into the bedroom with her. Gently setting her down on the bed he tossed her her clothes, then set about getting himself ready. Pulling on his black cargo pants over the boxers he'd been wearing whilst playing the piano, he slipped on some socks. Over these went his black AT's, shaped not unlike a chunk of a stealth fighter. Throwing on a shirt he slipped his hands into his gloves, it was too warm out even at night for his trench-coat now. Turning back to the bed he found her in her clothes, sitting on her legs waiting patiently. Extending her arms she allowed him to pick her up and put her on his back, "Piggy-back Karasu!" She squealed. The corner of Karasu's mouth moved up in a smirk, "I could put you back down you know Kiyal." He said sarcastically.
They both knew he wouldn't. He stepped out onto the porch of the apartment through the sliding glass doors, instantly greeted by the rain slapping against his face. In just under a minute, they were both soaked. But that didn't stop them from flying from rooftop to rooftop, and not a once did Karasu slip. Soon they reached their usual destination, the top of a relatively tall building which provided an unobstructed view in all directions for several miles. Letting her down he sat on the edge of the building facing the ocean, she soon joined him, sitting across his lap. They would probably fall asleep here, she'd end up using his chest for a mattress.
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Reyna
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When life gives you lemons, make orange juice and watch the world try to figure out how you did it
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Post by Reyna on Jun 7, 2011 21:34:03 GMT -5
approved as Wind King
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