Post by Reikiro on Apr 2, 2017 13:18:23 GMT
Name: Reikiro
Nicknames/Titles: Kiro
Race: Human
Special Ablities
Family Genetics: Because of his father’s martial arts history, it seems as though his skill has been passed down to Reikiro, making him able to adapt quicker and gain faster perception and durability. With these traits, he can react fast enough to dodge bullets and has trained his skin to be thicker, making him able to endure harder blows.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Reikiro is an even tempered, outgoing individual. He would almost always decide to help if asked and isn’t afraid to go and meet people. He tries not to think about his horrible family life, and always looks at the past as the past. Being young, he likes to go out and explore the world for himself, wanting to see the good and the bad. He is daring and adventurous, though to some that may seem like a bad thing. Kiro loves a good spar, but thinks that life is just as important as improving his combat capabilities. No point in becoming the strongest when you lose all your friends and family in the process.
Appearance:
History:
Reikiro was born in a family five. They consist of his father, his mother, and his two older brothers, all of assassins. Even though they were a family, they did not act like it. He hated his brothers, as they would constantly manipulate him and trick him into doing different things. The family didn’t care about each other’s feelings or desires, and they were all selfish, greedy humans beings. There was never enough money, never enough time. The three siblings were almost completely neglected.
His father was a martial artist and always trained when he wasn’t working. One of his sons went off to the military and the other ended up in prison for doing questionable things in order to make extra money so that the mother and father may actually have time for them. Reikiro, now alone, desperately needed attention and told his father he wanted to learn martial arts, but he really did it only to spend time with him.
It wasn’t long before Kiro was actually excited about martial arts and became fascinated with it. About three months later, his father’s work hours increased, and now he wasn’t even able to come home some nights. Now being the only one left, Kiro decided that it was best to leave them be, so he reluctantly left to not only go see the world, but to continue to grow stronger. He had never actually sparred with anyone before, and wanted to see where his martial skill was really at, so he’d know what to improve on.
Before he knew it, Kiro thought that he as a martial artist himself, and desired to keep learning and enhancing his abilities.
Techniques:
Name:Spinning Pile Driver [T1]
Description Reikiro starts by kicking his opponent into the air before jumping and grabbing them by the ankles, wrapping their legs around their waist, and proceeds to drive them into the ground head first while spinning. (Equal to 10% of the user’s PL)
Name: Afterimage (Zanzoken) [AF1]
Description: Allows the user to dodge an opponent's technique that is equal to 10% of the user's power level or lower. Appearing like a blur or afterimage of themselves briefly.
Weakness:
Independent - While he isn’t completely opposed to teamwork, he prefers to do things independently, thinking he mature enough to handle his own. Because of this, he may get into problems that he is not able to handle by himself, thus resulting in an inevitable loss.
Vengeful - When someone does something bad to him, he feels like he has to get them back in one way or another, no matter what the consequences are.
Bold - He hates sitting on the sidelines or being restricted, so may go to places or participate in things he’s not allowed to do wanting to explore and see the world for himself.
Pre-Post Solo: Post a solo of anything you want. Whatever you want, just make it about your character.
It was on a grassy plain that sweat soaked Kiro’s short, brown hair, creating a foul stench. The same went for his white headband, except the sweat had begun to drip down the young man’s face and fall onto the grass under him. The Sun generated a heat like no other on this particular spring morning, which made his training that much harder. On the bright side, besides the heat it was a fairly nice day. The skies were mostly clear with just the right number of white, fluffy clouds in the sky. The birds were chirping and the calm breeze helped Kiro cope with the heat, as he was trying to work hard putting in his daily morning workout to keep his body in top shape. While one might think that he should be pushing his limits constantly, he decided that it would be a bad idea to continuously break his muscles so much like a bodybuilder might. However, he had a day set every months where his workout routine would be a little more than he was used to. He had to challenge himself sometimes.
‘Ten… Eleven… Twelve…’ The numbers sounded off in Kiro’s mind as every time he’d perform a pushup planning to do fifty in total. So far, he was knocking each one out pretty fast, proving that has gotten used to doing the first twenty due to years of exercise. More time passed as he continued, ‘Thirty...Thirty One…’. He noticed that he was starting get tired already, his arms beginning to shake slightly and making a mental note that he was taking longer to complete each one. His face was beginning to become covered in sweat, his body desperately trying to keep itself cool. His white gi was starting to absorb the bodily fluids in other parts of the body, wet spots beginning to form on his chest area and his back. He gritted his teeth as he reached the number forty. ‘Forty One...Forty Two…’ He counted, now experiencing a bit of double vision. He was grunting now with each time he pushed himself up, feeling his biceps and his triceps starting to tighten.
Kiro muttered a curse word, feeling more pain in his arms and shoulders. ‘Forty..Four…. Forty…...Five.’ His count began to slow and he realized that the heat getting to him. His arms began to shake more now and he felt a little light headed. The mental struggle already began to kick in, his brain already trying to find excuses to give up. ‘You’ve done Forty-Five push ups with the heat, pretty sure that equals fifty push ups on any other day. You can stop now.’ He started telling himself, and began to let himself down in the middle of his forty sixth. However, just before he could finish to doing so, he stopped. ‘Oh no I don’t. Not finished quite yet. I’ve done fifty before, I can do it again.’ He told himself, trying to push himself even more.
He dug his fingers in the dirt and began to push himself up once again, his arms and shoulders screaming as he did so. ‘Forty Six.’ He counted again, going back down and pushing himself up again. ‘Forty Seven.’ Kiro kept doing so, his eyes beginning to sting because of his eyelashes not being able to keep all the sweat back. Before his mind could use it to formulate another excuse, he closed his eyes and tightened his eyelids. Another cool breeze washed over his body, giving him a small boost of energy and busted out two more pushups. “Forty Eight… Forty Nine..!” He began to count out loud, thinking that hearing himself say it may help him to be able to will himself to complete the last one. He let out a small roar as he forced himself up one last time, “Fifty!” He let out in a huge sigh, rolling onto his back and letting his chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. It felt uncomfortable lying on his sweat, but he didn’t care. He accomplished his task.
“Woo!” Kiro said, sitting up. He used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. ‘Alright. 90 second rest, then I have fifty sit ups. Fan-flipping-tastic.’ He said to himself sarcastically, taking a deep breath and sighing in dread. Something told him that today was going to be a very hard day.
Nicknames/Titles: Kiro
Race: Human
Special Ablities
Family Genetics: Because of his father’s martial arts history, it seems as though his skill has been passed down to Reikiro, making him able to adapt quicker and gain faster perception and durability. With these traits, he can react fast enough to dodge bullets and has trained his skin to be thicker, making him able to endure harder blows.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Reikiro is an even tempered, outgoing individual. He would almost always decide to help if asked and isn’t afraid to go and meet people. He tries not to think about his horrible family life, and always looks at the past as the past. Being young, he likes to go out and explore the world for himself, wanting to see the good and the bad. He is daring and adventurous, though to some that may seem like a bad thing. Kiro loves a good spar, but thinks that life is just as important as improving his combat capabilities. No point in becoming the strongest when you lose all your friends and family in the process.
Appearance:
History:
Reikiro was born in a family five. They consist of his father, his mother, and his two older brothers, all of assassins. Even though they were a family, they did not act like it. He hated his brothers, as they would constantly manipulate him and trick him into doing different things. The family didn’t care about each other’s feelings or desires, and they were all selfish, greedy humans beings. There was never enough money, never enough time. The three siblings were almost completely neglected.
His father was a martial artist and always trained when he wasn’t working. One of his sons went off to the military and the other ended up in prison for doing questionable things in order to make extra money so that the mother and father may actually have time for them. Reikiro, now alone, desperately needed attention and told his father he wanted to learn martial arts, but he really did it only to spend time with him.
It wasn’t long before Kiro was actually excited about martial arts and became fascinated with it. About three months later, his father’s work hours increased, and now he wasn’t even able to come home some nights. Now being the only one left, Kiro decided that it was best to leave them be, so he reluctantly left to not only go see the world, but to continue to grow stronger. He had never actually sparred with anyone before, and wanted to see where his martial skill was really at, so he’d know what to improve on.
Before he knew it, Kiro thought that he as a martial artist himself, and desired to keep learning and enhancing his abilities.
Techniques:
Name:Spinning Pile Driver [T1]
Description Reikiro starts by kicking his opponent into the air before jumping and grabbing them by the ankles, wrapping their legs around their waist, and proceeds to drive them into the ground head first while spinning. (Equal to 10% of the user’s PL)
Name: Afterimage (Zanzoken) [AF1]
Description: Allows the user to dodge an opponent's technique that is equal to 10% of the user's power level or lower. Appearing like a blur or afterimage of themselves briefly.
Weakness:
Independent - While he isn’t completely opposed to teamwork, he prefers to do things independently, thinking he mature enough to handle his own. Because of this, he may get into problems that he is not able to handle by himself, thus resulting in an inevitable loss.
Vengeful - When someone does something bad to him, he feels like he has to get them back in one way or another, no matter what the consequences are.
Bold - He hates sitting on the sidelines or being restricted, so may go to places or participate in things he’s not allowed to do wanting to explore and see the world for himself.
Pre-Post Solo: Post a solo of anything you want. Whatever you want, just make it about your character.
It was on a grassy plain that sweat soaked Kiro’s short, brown hair, creating a foul stench. The same went for his white headband, except the sweat had begun to drip down the young man’s face and fall onto the grass under him. The Sun generated a heat like no other on this particular spring morning, which made his training that much harder. On the bright side, besides the heat it was a fairly nice day. The skies were mostly clear with just the right number of white, fluffy clouds in the sky. The birds were chirping and the calm breeze helped Kiro cope with the heat, as he was trying to work hard putting in his daily morning workout to keep his body in top shape. While one might think that he should be pushing his limits constantly, he decided that it would be a bad idea to continuously break his muscles so much like a bodybuilder might. However, he had a day set every months where his workout routine would be a little more than he was used to. He had to challenge himself sometimes.
‘Ten… Eleven… Twelve…’ The numbers sounded off in Kiro’s mind as every time he’d perform a pushup planning to do fifty in total. So far, he was knocking each one out pretty fast, proving that has gotten used to doing the first twenty due to years of exercise. More time passed as he continued, ‘Thirty...Thirty One…’. He noticed that he was starting get tired already, his arms beginning to shake slightly and making a mental note that he was taking longer to complete each one. His face was beginning to become covered in sweat, his body desperately trying to keep itself cool. His white gi was starting to absorb the bodily fluids in other parts of the body, wet spots beginning to form on his chest area and his back. He gritted his teeth as he reached the number forty. ‘Forty One...Forty Two…’ He counted, now experiencing a bit of double vision. He was grunting now with each time he pushed himself up, feeling his biceps and his triceps starting to tighten.
Kiro muttered a curse word, feeling more pain in his arms and shoulders. ‘Forty..Four…. Forty…...Five.’ His count began to slow and he realized that the heat getting to him. His arms began to shake more now and he felt a little light headed. The mental struggle already began to kick in, his brain already trying to find excuses to give up. ‘You’ve done Forty-Five push ups with the heat, pretty sure that equals fifty push ups on any other day. You can stop now.’ He started telling himself, and began to let himself down in the middle of his forty sixth. However, just before he could finish to doing so, he stopped. ‘Oh no I don’t. Not finished quite yet. I’ve done fifty before, I can do it again.’ He told himself, trying to push himself even more.
He dug his fingers in the dirt and began to push himself up once again, his arms and shoulders screaming as he did so. ‘Forty Six.’ He counted again, going back down and pushing himself up again. ‘Forty Seven.’ Kiro kept doing so, his eyes beginning to sting because of his eyelashes not being able to keep all the sweat back. Before his mind could use it to formulate another excuse, he closed his eyes and tightened his eyelids. Another cool breeze washed over his body, giving him a small boost of energy and busted out two more pushups. “Forty Eight… Forty Nine..!” He began to count out loud, thinking that hearing himself say it may help him to be able to will himself to complete the last one. He let out a small roar as he forced himself up one last time, “Fifty!” He let out in a huge sigh, rolling onto his back and letting his chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. It felt uncomfortable lying on his sweat, but he didn’t care. He accomplished his task.
“Woo!” Kiro said, sitting up. He used his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. ‘Alright. 90 second rest, then I have fifty sit ups. Fan-flipping-tastic.’ He said to himself sarcastically, taking a deep breath and sighing in dread. Something told him that today was going to be a very hard day.