Post by Renzukan Bistonu on Aug 29, 2010 0:09:21 GMT -5
every moment is a once in a lifetime opportunity
BASICS
[/font][/center]NAME[/font]
Renzukan Bistonu
RACE
Human
GENDER[/font]
Male
TITLE[/font]
Bladed Fist
AGE[/font]
24
HOME WORLD[/font]
Gaia[/blockquote]
PERSONAL
[/font][/center]PERSONAL APPEARANCE[/font]
Standing an even six feet tall, Renzukan is well built and toned. His muscles are well defined and his frame appears very solid. His hands, especially the knuckles, are calloused and appear weathered and hard from a strenuous life thus far. Brown eyes and short, black hair do not set him apart from the crowd as much as some people. He generally wears jeans with either a blue or yellow track jacket unbuttoned to reveal a simple t-shirt underneath, having found that the gains of wearing armor are outweighed by the loss of mobility. The only identifying marks visible while Renzukan is fully clothed is the blue ring tattooed around his neck. When his body is bare from the waist up, other unique marks include similar tattoos around each of his biceps (two rings around his left and three rings around his right) and a few criss-cross shaped scars on his back.
PERSONALITY[/font]
Confused is the adjective most often used to describe Renzukan. He is a good kid with an honest heart, but often finds himself associating and assisting those with less than pure intentions. He would never knowingly put an innocent person in harms way or intentionally make anyone’s life more difficult. His eagerness to trust others has landed Renzukan in some tough spots, but it has done little to sway him from the idea that people should be trusted until they prove they should not be, not the other way around.
That being said, Renzukan is no fool. If he feels something odd is going on, he will investigate and draw his own conclusions without having to be led to an answer. He does not like to rely on others to make decisions for him, as he has a deep-seeded fear that he is not in control of his own life. This causes him to make rash, and sometimes less than ideal, decisions when he feels he is being taken advantage of or otherwise controlled.
Finally, Renzukan detests flying. Rooted in the fear of loosing control, he knows that once he is in the air, if anything were to go wrong there is nothing he could do about it. This makes him almost unbearable to be around on an airship or similar mode of transport. While he is uncomfortable on ships, at least he can swim for moderate distances. He has yet to learn to fly.
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HISTORY[/font]
Born and raised in a small town without a name, Renzukan was the only son of his parents who died, shortly after his birth, of pneumonia. He was adopted soon after by the man in charge of the town’s defense. Being an isolated farm community, Renzukan’s home town was under constant threat of wild creatures and hoards of thieves and other miscreants. It was his adopted father’s duty to train and lead the defense force that kept such groups and beasts out of their homes and away from their crops. Renzukan was trained early on in several combat methods including non-lethal techniques. His preferred weapons from the time he was little were a set of bladed knuckles that he would have to grow into.
By the time he was thirteen, Renzukan was helping with his father’s work. He started off as an assistant, simply taking messages and interviewing witnesses, but he proved himself time and time again with his work and was promoted to a guard position. The major task given to him by his father was to guard a small supply shop during the night to ensure that the limited supplies available to the community did not vanish one night.
On a particularly dark and cold night, Renzukan found himself face to face with a large figure. The man had been wandering around town for most of the night, but had not caused any real trouble so far. He knocked heavily on the storage shed’s door and grunted audibly when there was no answer. The unfamiliar man knocked again, harder this time. Without waiting more than a few seconds, he kicked the door in. As the door came to a halt on the floor a few feet in, Renzukan stood, his blades drawn.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to leave. No one is allowed in here after dark. Leave or I’ll be forced to detain you.” The young man’s voice was shaky and full of a nervous energy that anyone could pinpoint as fear. As the shadowy figure stepped into the doorway, Renzukan’s hands started to shake a bit. This was going to be his first fight against another person that couldn’t be written off as simply training. He was not looking forward to it.
After a short scuffle in which Renzukan received a black eye, two broken fingers, and a few bruised ribs, the stranger lay on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. The young man had hesitated, but only for a moment and it only took one strike from the man to set the boy straight. He had done what he was trained to do and killed without remorse….at first.
In the days that followed the incident, Renzukan found himself questioning his purpose in life; wondering if he was meant to be a killer or a protector. It was probably a common issue with the town’s defense group. It couldn’t be an easy thing for anyone to kill another human. Even with the reassurance of his adopted father that everything would be okay and that he had done the right thing, Renzukan could not face his own reflection. It was time for change in his eyes.
The young man headed out on his own. He would face many trials in the wilderness before reaching even the nearest town, but he was no worse for the wear when he did arrive. In this new city he found absolutely nothing that he was searching for and moved on shortly after arriving. He would be in the wilderness at the time of the Calamity. It went unnoticed to him at first, but soon he started to feel an odd sense of uneasiness wherever he went. His would soon be explained when he came face to face with an unusual beast. The creature was canine in appearance, but it boasted much larger fangs than anything Renzukan had ever seen. It attacked without provocation and chased the boy for several minutes before trapping him near a cliff.
His blades drawn and at the ready, Renzukan had no choice but to fight. He felt the familiar surge of adrenaline kick in as the creature leapt forward, its lips pulled back to reveal the full array of razor sharp fangs that it had. As the dog ran forward, so did Renzukan, sliding on his knees as the beast leapt into the air, digging one of the blades into its stomach. As the monster turned to counter-attack, Renzukan caught it across the jaw with a strong hook, sending the serrated portion of his bladed knuckle into its flesh. As he came down from the adrenaline high, Renzukan noticed the beast’s carcass was beginning to evaporate. It sent a cold shiver down his spine as he watched such a monster turn to nothingness and somehow, he felt stronger for the experience.
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ARBITERS
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FOCUS[/font]
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MARK[/font]
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BATTLE
[/font][/center]WEAPONRY[/font]
Blade Knuckles -- Renzukan's main weapon, the blade knuckles, are his take on the standard brass knuckles. Equipped with a serrated edge across the knuckle portion with an extended blade (about 5" long), they are small, but deadly weapons that Renzukan is able to conceal on his person at all times.
STOCKED ABILITIES[/font]
Evasion- Reduces damage taken by 10%. - Costs 15 LP
Counter - Doubles damage dealt after taking damage. - Costs 15 LP
Lightning Strike - Inflicts Moderate Thunder damage to a single adversary. - 2 post cooldown - 20 LP
BREAKING LIMIT[/font]
None at this time[/blockquote]
FACE CLAIM
[/font][/center][b]Veritas[/b] --- character from series --- [b]Gangryong Ma[/b]
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