Post by hoshuahoo on Jul 19, 2011 5:11:01 GMT -5
CHARACTER APPLICATION
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[ FULL NAME: ] Hoshua Hudson Hoo
[ ALIAS/NICKNAME(S): ] Tech. / Tripple H / Hosh
[ AGE: ] 19
[ GENDER: ] Male
[ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: ] Heterosexual
[ ETHNIC GROUP: ] Caucasian
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[ RANK: ] A
[ AFFILIATION: ] Ring Road
[ JOB/OCCUPATION: ] Part-time College Student, Part-time air gear store mechanic
[ BIRTHDAY: ] July 24, 1991
[ BIRTHPLACE: ] Lake Havasu, Arizona, USA
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[ PICTURE: ]
[ WRITTEN APPEARANCE: ] Hoshua has a 4in. tall flat top, light yet dirty blond hair and piercing green eyes. He tends to wear a beige sleeveless shirt with two purple stripes wrapping around his shoulders and running down his sides while a large print of the kanji for death sits on his back. Hoshua's pants were a cargo style colored in the old soft bubbly snow camouflage, and black combat steel toed boots(when not wearing his 74-C3's), giving him a not quite military type look. His body is fine tuned from street fighting, mix martial arts, and a former car mechanic job.
[ HEIGHT: ] 5’10”
[ WEIGHT: ] 187lbs.
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[ PERSONALITY: ] On the Positive side Hoshua believes that no matter what one must be in control over their emotions and have full control over the mind and spirit. Mostly because he was born into a military based family he is very professional even though he has it in his mind to never join the military. Hoshua is more of a silent type and will listen before voicing his words and even then they would not be long winded, especially in battle, as he finds that it only supplies an opening for an attack. Hoshua is quite generous willing to give lessons especially in lessons of pain, always willing to spar or train even if his opponents may be weaker believing what does not kill them could only make them stronger. Hoshua can be a very protective person, looking after those he cares about and his squad mates. He will put his life on the line for others. Even if it is something sure to get himself killed, as long as it means the others can escape. Hoshua is very intelligent when it comes to fighting having learned as much about the art of the sword as equally as empty handed combat.
On the negative side Hoshua has what one would call a bubble gum addiction often chewing it during times that most probably figure wrong. Without it he tends to go on a withdrawal like state almost as soon as he spits it out. Hoshua is stubborn, as soon as he speaks. His decision is final, unless otherwise specified by a commanding force no one else could move him from his decision, it’s part of the reason why he stays quiet. Hoshua is always looking for a challenge to keep his fighting skills fresh and new whether it is from a friend or some random person, when Hoshua gets in a mood to fight it is something he must do.
[ LIKES: ]
- Bubble Gum
- Bokken
- Air Gear Parts
- Old American Muscle Cars
- Going Fast
- Fighting/Sparing
[ DISLIKES: ]
- Arguments
- Sharp objects like swords/knives
- Smoking
- Quiet
- Authority
- not being able to hear the motor roar when idle
[ HOBBIES: ]
- Working out
- Studying
- Parkour, Maui Tai, Shotokan Karate, Greco Roman Wrestling, and Kodokan Judo
- Tinkering on air gear or automotive vehicles
- Wandering around
- Meeting new people
[ TALENTS: ]
- Mechanical Ingenuity
- Very Athletic
- Can blow a quadruple bubble out of gum
- Over developed Observation and Deduction skill
[ FAVORITE FOOD: ] Balute- 15 day old fermented egg, boiled
[ FAVORITE MUSIC: ] Clasic rock from the 60’s and 70’s
[ FORTE IN SPORTS: ]Hoshua is very athletic in his age, his top three picks would be Football, American Football, and Rugby.
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[ HISTORY: ]Hoshua Was born in the United States he would be the first born of his family. His birth would be out of wedlock along with younger brother after a year, it would be another year before his mother would move back to her home town of Troy, Kansas. Living with their grandfather and mother it would be a few more years before Hoshua and his brother end up being the ring bearer for her first marriage. He would end up moving again with this marriage to St. Joseph, Missouri.
For a few more years he would live in the small city area, learning to ride a bike, rollerblade, and other sorts of kiddy activities. Even at a young age he would blade around pulling one eighties and even skating backwards. Hoshua would have his first run in with the authorities. Taking him and his brother to his Grandma’s place in Fanning, Kansas; it would only be a misconception of the time that it took by car and the time it would take by bike, luckily they would end up getting pulled over at a nearby taco bell and taken back to their parents house. His half sister would be born within the large white house in the city.
A little while again they would move to Chicago. There Hoshua would hone his skating skills as an after curricular activity. Yet he would only get about eight months of training before they would move back to Troy, Kansas. His life seemed almost rushed as after a year of his sister’s birth his mother would have another boy making him the eldest of four. His youngest brother would be born on a Sunday at home and would be the youngest person to attend church that day. It was not a true shock that within the year his family would move to Manila, Philippines.
Hoshua would be eight by this time and would be attending Faith Academy, during his time as a missionary kid. He would take up Soccer during his lunch periods though he would be labeled a delinquent with anger issues, due to his time at a third grader choking out a fifth grader for getting hit in the face by a soccer ball. To help control and to channel his anger he took up Mui Tai. It would also be here that he would discover balute, each egg twenty-five peso’s an egg. He would spend the better of five years attending school and learning the Mui Tai arts.
When Hoshua and his family moved back his parents would divorce. His father would move back to the Philippines while the rest of his family moved to Highland, Kansas. This is where Hoshua would discover American football after being tricked by his mother into going to the “football” practice. He would not mind that though and he would qualify for not only the defensive left tackle but also the kicker. They would move twice more before Hoshua would end up in Parsons, Kansas. Continuing his skills on the field as well as discovering wrestling.
His Coach would be Jody Thompson, the former coach of the Local collage and inducted into the Kansas hall of fame, would teach him wrestling. Hoshus’s record would go to a complete sweep of the competition, placing second in every tournament he went to except for his first tournament. His weight would only be one ninety-three pounds as he wrestled in the two fifteen weight bracket. He would only wrestle a year as he would study auto repair for the years he attended school. He would end up walking out of school as soon as the first of the final exams for his Junior year of high school.
Hoshua would continue to work out and train in Shotokan Karate when he was not busy with work, at the local hospital as a floor care technician. He would also walk his mother down the aisle to marry his step dad, a sergeant in the military before going to Flint Hills Job Corps. While in the Flint Hill Job Corps Program he would study security and law enforcement, achieving the rank of Captain before graduation along with his General Education Diploma and his High School Diploma. He would also take Judo during his eight month stay in the program finding it helpful in takedown procedures as he expanded his repertoire of fighting capabilities.
At the age eighteen he would be too young for any true security work, he would move along with his family to Minato, Tokyo, Japan. It would be here that he would hear of Air Gear as he studied Parkour as a training regiment within the urban environment. Attending a part time college he would get a part time job as a mechanic for an air gear shop. Hoshua would his way to build his own set of air gear. His skills and athletic abilities allowing to keep his balance as they would launch him forward, like a tank he would go forward unable to stop. His reflexes from the countless hours of practicing martial arts aiding him to maintain control over his tracks, slowly building up the skills he had as a kid rollerblading.
[ FIGHTING STYLE: ] Hoshua is a all around fighter due to his countless training in several arts and he really has no problem facing Multiple opponents, but even then he will pick one person to take down first before focusing on the next making sure at least one of the group ends up as beat up as himself.
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[ ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: ] I hate typing these but since you want how I role play here is a post from me on bleachgotei, hope you don’t mind that I use it as a sample.
Hoshua moved silently and finally with some control over his Reiatsu. The soft dripping of the sprinkling rain causing him to get a little aggravated. It was not due to there not being a sun in the sky or the dense black clouds overhead. He actually enjoyed weather like that, finding it nice and cool to do some training in. It was the rain that was starting to dampen his hair totally messing it up since the way he got the four inch flat top to stand was a shower in the morning and then to slick it back before letting it air dry. The new water was ruining that for him, yet even so he would not speed up his pace.
He did not truly know why he was going to clean an office that had been vacant for so long and it was probably that which made him miffed with this rain for it made him want to speed up. This was something he would not do however. His pace would not me quickened by something a measly as the rain. Call it stubbornness if you must but that was just part of Hoshua’s mentality. His left hand resting casually on the black sheath of his zanpakuto, keeping it in a relaxed yet firm and ready grip. His right hand fishing into his pocket retrieving his packet of gum and sadly there was one piece left.
Moving his jaw slightly he judged how badly he needed the extra piece, after all he already had four pieces in his mouth but they had lost their flavor. The dilemma was a major decision for him, since he was pretty much addicted to the stuff. The habit been forged into his being shortly after he and Raionroa had achieved their Shikai release. After all since Raionroa was not a Zanpakuto that Hoshua had manifested him-self, the Lions Roar not only affected his opponents but his own self as well.
A smile played across his lips, soft and gentle as he remembered the battle that had won him the blade. At that time Raionroa was in terrible shape, its blade’s edge unsharpened with countless nicks and chips. The woven cloth grip was in taters and even the guard was cracked. Hoshua was living in the Rukongai and was still a young soul having only been dead for a hundred years at least he had already found others to call family. They were not true family though after all it is highly improbable to find original human family in the Rukongai. The man he was facing Hoshua knew not his background and yet they fought like most savage souls in the slums of the Rukangai, they fought. It had almost killed Hoshua to do so but he had won. It had taken him a year to recover and well over a hundred to get Raionroa into the shape it is in now.
Maybe it is that fact that Hoshua holds onto it so often, knowing that he had taken it from another has engraved a fear deep within of someone else taking the blade from him. And yet as he rolled the gum in his mouth he knew it was best to leave a piece for later. His tongue squashing it against the roof of his mouth as his right hand put his last piece of gum away. With a flick of his tongue and a puff of his cheeks he carefully and masterfully blew a bubble. The bubble of gum itself was nothing to be shocked in awe about but soon there were three other bubbles in this original bubble. This was one thing Hoshua enjoyed to do to pass the time and this time he had entered into the Fifths division main building while doing it. Finally getting out of the rain as his bubble was blown.
Opening his mouth wide an sucking in the bubble of gum he would bite down and lift his tongue causing it to give four light snapping retorts as he made his way to the broom closet. He had no true idea as to why he, a third seat of this division, was going to clean but he knew no one else was going to do it and with him being more of a silent type he was not going to waist words ordering someone else too. Grabbing the cart within the closet, Hoshua would fill the bucket on the front with steaming hot water as he replaced the trash bag on the back with a fresh one. Hoshua would then put a new mop head on the mop handle as well as a new cloth on the dust mop. All that being done with Hoshua would turn off the water and add cleaner to the mop water before adding that mop to the bucket and snapping the dust mop into its place. Finishing up the cart would be a small dust pan and brush combo.
It was with this combo that Hoshua would start to push the cart, one handedly of course due to his left hand never leaving Raionroa’ sheath, to the office of the Captain of the fifth division. In truth it would not take him long to reach the Office door. Rapping on the frame of the door lightly as though not to dent the wood he would wait for a brief moment before turning, hooking his right foot around the dust mop and yanking it from the cart as his right hand ran through his hair making sure it was standing like it should before he caught the handle of the cleaning utensil. With a steady hand he would use the handle of the dust mop to slide open the office door.
His eyes would twitch slightly in shock at seeing the female in the office. He had no ability to sense one’s own Spiritual Pressure so he had no warning but spotting the white cloak of a captain he quickly bent at the waist both hands wrapped tightly against the objects each one held. Hoshua’s eyes would not leave the captain in front of him before he would rise once more standing straight he would reach his full height of five foot eleven but with his hair in the overgrown flat top like it was his height would end up being six foot three inches. He was wearing his traditional black uniform though his was missing its sleeves completely.
Hoshua would speak clearly, calmly, and brief after all verbal dialogue was not a part of his resume,” Greetings. Hoshua Hoo, 3rd seat, Fifth Division at your service.”
His body was rigid in discipline awaiting orders he had even stopped chewing his gum as he kept his mouth shut and awaited his orders. With his code of only speaking the necessary also came discipline. His arms and body, chiseled from over a thousand years of fighting and training and due to him having died as a human he had yet to physically age past that of a twenty one year old. His green eyes roaring like a fierce lion as he gazed at what he could only think would be his Captain. If he took a guess he would figure that his own name was farthest in the Captains mind then the second seat Eon or one of the other third seats. His eyes drifting over to Kenshou briefly before returning their focus.
It was actually kind of funny that he would be the last to be heard of when Raionroa was a sound based Zanpakuto. Yet even now Hoshua would not break his discipline to crack a smile, he was in the eyes of a Captain and to do so might as well mean disrespect. That in itself was not what Hoshua wanted after all he had already arrived too late to clean the office before this captain had arrived.
He did not truly know why he was going to clean an office that had been vacant for so long and it was probably that which made him miffed with this rain for it made him want to speed up. This was something he would not do however. His pace would not me quickened by something a measly as the rain. Call it stubbornness if you must but that was just part of Hoshua’s mentality. His left hand resting casually on the black sheath of his zanpakuto, keeping it in a relaxed yet firm and ready grip. His right hand fishing into his pocket retrieving his packet of gum and sadly there was one piece left.
Moving his jaw slightly he judged how badly he needed the extra piece, after all he already had four pieces in his mouth but they had lost their flavor. The dilemma was a major decision for him, since he was pretty much addicted to the stuff. The habit been forged into his being shortly after he and Raionroa had achieved their Shikai release. After all since Raionroa was not a Zanpakuto that Hoshua had manifested him-self, the Lions Roar not only affected his opponents but his own self as well.
A smile played across his lips, soft and gentle as he remembered the battle that had won him the blade. At that time Raionroa was in terrible shape, its blade’s edge unsharpened with countless nicks and chips. The woven cloth grip was in taters and even the guard was cracked. Hoshua was living in the Rukongai and was still a young soul having only been dead for a hundred years at least he had already found others to call family. They were not true family though after all it is highly improbable to find original human family in the Rukongai. The man he was facing Hoshua knew not his background and yet they fought like most savage souls in the slums of the Rukangai, they fought. It had almost killed Hoshua to do so but he had won. It had taken him a year to recover and well over a hundred to get Raionroa into the shape it is in now.
Maybe it is that fact that Hoshua holds onto it so often, knowing that he had taken it from another has engraved a fear deep within of someone else taking the blade from him. And yet as he rolled the gum in his mouth he knew it was best to leave a piece for later. His tongue squashing it against the roof of his mouth as his right hand put his last piece of gum away. With a flick of his tongue and a puff of his cheeks he carefully and masterfully blew a bubble. The bubble of gum itself was nothing to be shocked in awe about but soon there were three other bubbles in this original bubble. This was one thing Hoshua enjoyed to do to pass the time and this time he had entered into the Fifths division main building while doing it. Finally getting out of the rain as his bubble was blown.
Opening his mouth wide an sucking in the bubble of gum he would bite down and lift his tongue causing it to give four light snapping retorts as he made his way to the broom closet. He had no true idea as to why he, a third seat of this division, was going to clean but he knew no one else was going to do it and with him being more of a silent type he was not going to waist words ordering someone else too. Grabbing the cart within the closet, Hoshua would fill the bucket on the front with steaming hot water as he replaced the trash bag on the back with a fresh one. Hoshua would then put a new mop head on the mop handle as well as a new cloth on the dust mop. All that being done with Hoshua would turn off the water and add cleaner to the mop water before adding that mop to the bucket and snapping the dust mop into its place. Finishing up the cart would be a small dust pan and brush combo.
It was with this combo that Hoshua would start to push the cart, one handedly of course due to his left hand never leaving Raionroa’ sheath, to the office of the Captain of the fifth division. In truth it would not take him long to reach the Office door. Rapping on the frame of the door lightly as though not to dent the wood he would wait for a brief moment before turning, hooking his right foot around the dust mop and yanking it from the cart as his right hand ran through his hair making sure it was standing like it should before he caught the handle of the cleaning utensil. With a steady hand he would use the handle of the dust mop to slide open the office door.
His eyes would twitch slightly in shock at seeing the female in the office. He had no ability to sense one’s own Spiritual Pressure so he had no warning but spotting the white cloak of a captain he quickly bent at the waist both hands wrapped tightly against the objects each one held. Hoshua’s eyes would not leave the captain in front of him before he would rise once more standing straight he would reach his full height of five foot eleven but with his hair in the overgrown flat top like it was his height would end up being six foot three inches. He was wearing his traditional black uniform though his was missing its sleeves completely.
Hoshua would speak clearly, calmly, and brief after all verbal dialogue was not a part of his resume,” Greetings. Hoshua Hoo, 3rd seat, Fifth Division at your service.”
His body was rigid in discipline awaiting orders he had even stopped chewing his gum as he kept his mouth shut and awaited his orders. With his code of only speaking the necessary also came discipline. His arms and body, chiseled from over a thousand years of fighting and training and due to him having died as a human he had yet to physically age past that of a twenty one year old. His green eyes roaring like a fierce lion as he gazed at what he could only think would be his Captain. If he took a guess he would figure that his own name was farthest in the Captains mind then the second seat Eon or one of the other third seats. His eyes drifting over to Kenshou briefly before returning their focus.
It was actually kind of funny that he would be the last to be heard of when Raionroa was a sound based Zanpakuto. Yet even now Hoshua would not break his discipline to crack a smile, he was in the eyes of a Captain and to do so might as well mean disrespect. That in itself was not what Hoshua wanted after all he had already arrived too late to clean the office before this captain had arrived.
