Post by Nexon on Apr 4, 2017 13:29:44 GMT
Name: Nexon Oshiro
Nicknames/Titles: Nexy, Red
Race: Human
Species Abilities:
Family Genetics: Rather than inherit physical prowess, Nexon has instead inherited a more sinister ki. Unbeknownst to him, this secondary source of unnatural ki resides within him and only releases its power when he is in danger, This allows him to use dark energy attacks.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality: Nexon, like most children his age are enthusiastic and very explorative. Eager to train and follow in the footsteps of his mother and father, Nexon enjoys practicing martial arts. However, his approach is not one of direct conflict, he instead practices to stay healthy and fit. Recently, he has discovered that his own strength is leagues above normal kids his own age, though he still prefers light sexercise and other activities as opposed to combat. Despite being through a lot, Nexon still retains his youthful vigor, though can be easily enraged if someone insults his mother and/or father.
Appearance: Nexon takes on his more defined traits from his mother, those being his crimson hair and eyes. However, his body type is the same that his father has, lean but with a wider upper frame, though he has yet to grow into it. Nexon has a very light complexion to compliment his bright red locks and has a faded scar going down the inner part of his left pectoral muscle all the way to his solar plexus. Nexon is clothed in a traditional white wushu gi and sports black martial arts pants. His shoes are chinese wushu gripped soles and are traditionally worn by the upper echelon of student.
History: Born to Hei Oshiro and Haruka Oshiro, Nexon is an only child who was raised in the small village “Akane” where his family had gained a reputation. Celebrated martial artists, his mother and father were born to two rival schools and were eventually wed, despite the intense rivalry. Uncontested, both his mother and father were the top of the Oshiro and Dojima styles respectively and were happily wed for several years. As an heir to both family schools, Nexon was taught both styles, the hard style Dojima Dragon and the soft style Oshiro Offhand.
The Oshiro home was a peaceful one, both families coming together to celebrate a unification of both houses. It was a celebration that invited the entire village and all shared in food and drink into the night. That is when the attack happened. The Dojima family, sensing weakness struck and began to slaughter those of the Oshiro family, eliminating the competition in a coup d’etat in a single opportunity. Hei and his son fled while the remainder of the family continued to attack, his mother included.
Both were grievously wounded in the conflict though managed to survive as they fled to Fry Pan Mountain where they received medical help. Nexon bares a permanent scar and his father continues to train as the last of the Oshiro family.
Techniques:
[T-1]Oshiro Style: Cancelling Touch / Counter Technique - This move consists of several parries and counter strikes. When the opponent attacks, Nexon uses his soft style martial arts to redirect strikes. At the same time, he attacks joints and the muscles with quick, precise jabs to weaken the opponent.
[AF-1] Swift Sidestep: Allows the user to dodge an opponent's technique that is equal to 100% However this uses 25% of the user's stamina.
Weakness:
Audacious - Nexon is recklessly bold when it comes to the defense of another person. He will throw himself in harm’s way if it means keeping someone else safe. This can also be used to put him in hostage situations.
Soft Style Martial Artists: While he is able to redirect hard style attacks more easily, doing the same against a soft style practitioner is more difficult. They tend to not over commit and therefore catch Nexon by surprise in battle.
Naive: Nexon is far too trusting as a boy and that can lead him to dangerous situations. People can take advantage of his sweet nature and lack of caution. This hinders him in battle as he refuses to kill.
Pre-Post Solo: “Again!” An older voice called out in the middle of the dirt training grounds that occupied the more rough terrain of Fry Pan Mountain. As the voice called out, a heavy impact was heard, two figures standing by twin logs that were buried deep into the ground. “Again!” The older male called out as he and Nexon struck the top of the log with the flat of their palms. The massive logs shifted from the impact of the older man’s hit, causing it to sink into the ground lower. Nexon however, seemed to be having difficulty as he struck the top of his, the log refused to sink deeper into the Earth. “No good, you must focus. Envision your palm is a hammer and focus your mind on making it solid.”
Nexon would nod, beads of sweat running down the side of his face as he removed the top of his wushu gi. He would tie it off around his waist, taking a horse stance as he tucked his left fist in by his side. His right hand remained out as he focused on his breathing, his lungs expanding and contracting with each deep breath. His right palm was bruised, his fingers trembling from the countless impacts he made on the log. It’s bark would be stripped away as if someone had taken a hatchet to it over time. Taking in a final breath, Nexon would raise his hand up before slamming it down hard, imagining his hand to be a large mallet. As he struck, the log would give way, splitting down the middle as the redhead looked to his father.
“Hm, seems you envisioned your hand to be an axe. Well done. You may take the rest of the day off, just do not stray too far.” The boy would smile to himself as he stood up, taking a formal stance as he bowed his head quickly. “Thanks dad! I’ll be back in a few hours!” He would grin before taking off. Running towards the eastern side of Fry Pan mountain, it’s reddish sand and heated rock earning its namesake. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy would peer off the edge, the sheer drop nearly 150 feet from the semi-dormant volcano peak. Taking three steps back, the crimson haired boy would close his eyes, building up his nerves. A cool breeze moved over him, his locks of red hair swaying in the wind before he launched himself forward.
Leaping off of the edge, Nexon jumped out forward about 15 feet before he began to arc and fly downward, barreling towards the forest. Soaring downward, the sound fo the wind drowned out everything else, the boy’s clothes flapping wildly in the wind as he watched the ocean of leaves close in quickly. At the last second, Nexon would spread his arms outward as he disappeared into the treetops, halting his momentum with a swing. His fingers dug into the bark of one of the large oaks, nearly snapping it off of the trunk, though with a bit of luck, he followed through with the swing and managed to land on one of the thicker branches.
Letting out a sigh of relief as he placed his left hand onto the tree bark to anchor himself, Nexon brought his right forearm up to wipe away nervous beads of sweat. “Whew...nailed it.” He would grin to himself confidently before a sickening snap was heard. Looking over to the origin of the noise, Nexon could see that the large tree branch had unfortunately been withered and dried, a dead branch. “Oh crap…” Those were the last words to pass the boys lips before the branch snapped off and Nexon plummeted to the floor, crashing onto the grass, bits of wood raining down over him. Groaning in pain and discomfort, the redhead would let out a whimper, rubbing his back and neck gently.
Nicknames/Titles: Nexy, Red
Race: Human
Species Abilities:
Family Genetics: Rather than inherit physical prowess, Nexon has instead inherited a more sinister ki. Unbeknownst to him, this secondary source of unnatural ki resides within him and only releases its power when he is in danger, This allows him to use dark energy attacks.
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality: Nexon, like most children his age are enthusiastic and very explorative. Eager to train and follow in the footsteps of his mother and father, Nexon enjoys practicing martial arts. However, his approach is not one of direct conflict, he instead practices to stay healthy and fit. Recently, he has discovered that his own strength is leagues above normal kids his own age, though he still prefers light sexercise and other activities as opposed to combat. Despite being through a lot, Nexon still retains his youthful vigor, though can be easily enraged if someone insults his mother and/or father.
Appearance: Nexon takes on his more defined traits from his mother, those being his crimson hair and eyes. However, his body type is the same that his father has, lean but with a wider upper frame, though he has yet to grow into it. Nexon has a very light complexion to compliment his bright red locks and has a faded scar going down the inner part of his left pectoral muscle all the way to his solar plexus. Nexon is clothed in a traditional white wushu gi and sports black martial arts pants. His shoes are chinese wushu gripped soles and are traditionally worn by the upper echelon of student.
History: Born to Hei Oshiro and Haruka Oshiro, Nexon is an only child who was raised in the small village “Akane” where his family had gained a reputation. Celebrated martial artists, his mother and father were born to two rival schools and were eventually wed, despite the intense rivalry. Uncontested, both his mother and father were the top of the Oshiro and Dojima styles respectively and were happily wed for several years. As an heir to both family schools, Nexon was taught both styles, the hard style Dojima Dragon and the soft style Oshiro Offhand.
The Oshiro home was a peaceful one, both families coming together to celebrate a unification of both houses. It was a celebration that invited the entire village and all shared in food and drink into the night. That is when the attack happened. The Dojima family, sensing weakness struck and began to slaughter those of the Oshiro family, eliminating the competition in a coup d’etat in a single opportunity. Hei and his son fled while the remainder of the family continued to attack, his mother included.
Both were grievously wounded in the conflict though managed to survive as they fled to Fry Pan Mountain where they received medical help. Nexon bares a permanent scar and his father continues to train as the last of the Oshiro family.
Techniques:
[T-1]Oshiro Style: Cancelling Touch / Counter Technique - This move consists of several parries and counter strikes. When the opponent attacks, Nexon uses his soft style martial arts to redirect strikes. At the same time, he attacks joints and the muscles with quick, precise jabs to weaken the opponent.
[AF-1] Swift Sidestep: Allows the user to dodge an opponent's technique that is equal to 100% However this uses 25% of the user's stamina.
Weakness:
Audacious - Nexon is recklessly bold when it comes to the defense of another person. He will throw himself in harm’s way if it means keeping someone else safe. This can also be used to put him in hostage situations.
Soft Style Martial Artists: While he is able to redirect hard style attacks more easily, doing the same against a soft style practitioner is more difficult. They tend to not over commit and therefore catch Nexon by surprise in battle.
Naive: Nexon is far too trusting as a boy and that can lead him to dangerous situations. People can take advantage of his sweet nature and lack of caution. This hinders him in battle as he refuses to kill.
Pre-Post Solo: “Again!” An older voice called out in the middle of the dirt training grounds that occupied the more rough terrain of Fry Pan Mountain. As the voice called out, a heavy impact was heard, two figures standing by twin logs that were buried deep into the ground. “Again!” The older male called out as he and Nexon struck the top of the log with the flat of their palms. The massive logs shifted from the impact of the older man’s hit, causing it to sink into the ground lower. Nexon however, seemed to be having difficulty as he struck the top of his, the log refused to sink deeper into the Earth. “No good, you must focus. Envision your palm is a hammer and focus your mind on making it solid.”
Nexon would nod, beads of sweat running down the side of his face as he removed the top of his wushu gi. He would tie it off around his waist, taking a horse stance as he tucked his left fist in by his side. His right hand remained out as he focused on his breathing, his lungs expanding and contracting with each deep breath. His right palm was bruised, his fingers trembling from the countless impacts he made on the log. It’s bark would be stripped away as if someone had taken a hatchet to it over time. Taking in a final breath, Nexon would raise his hand up before slamming it down hard, imagining his hand to be a large mallet. As he struck, the log would give way, splitting down the middle as the redhead looked to his father.
“Hm, seems you envisioned your hand to be an axe. Well done. You may take the rest of the day off, just do not stray too far.” The boy would smile to himself as he stood up, taking a formal stance as he bowed his head quickly. “Thanks dad! I’ll be back in a few hours!” He would grin before taking off. Running towards the eastern side of Fry Pan mountain, it’s reddish sand and heated rock earning its namesake. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy would peer off the edge, the sheer drop nearly 150 feet from the semi-dormant volcano peak. Taking three steps back, the crimson haired boy would close his eyes, building up his nerves. A cool breeze moved over him, his locks of red hair swaying in the wind before he launched himself forward.
Leaping off of the edge, Nexon jumped out forward about 15 feet before he began to arc and fly downward, barreling towards the forest. Soaring downward, the sound fo the wind drowned out everything else, the boy’s clothes flapping wildly in the wind as he watched the ocean of leaves close in quickly. At the last second, Nexon would spread his arms outward as he disappeared into the treetops, halting his momentum with a swing. His fingers dug into the bark of one of the large oaks, nearly snapping it off of the trunk, though with a bit of luck, he followed through with the swing and managed to land on one of the thicker branches.
Letting out a sigh of relief as he placed his left hand onto the tree bark to anchor himself, Nexon brought his right forearm up to wipe away nervous beads of sweat. “Whew...nailed it.” He would grin to himself confidently before a sickening snap was heard. Looking over to the origin of the noise, Nexon could see that the large tree branch had unfortunately been withered and dried, a dead branch. “Oh crap…” Those were the last words to pass the boys lips before the branch snapped off and Nexon plummeted to the floor, crashing onto the grass, bits of wood raining down over him. Groaning in pain and discomfort, the redhead would let out a whimper, rubbing his back and neck gently.