Post by Hunter on Sept 27, 2010 5:46:23 GMT -6
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Alias: Dead Man / Thunder Alchemist
Name: Hunter
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Weight: Average
Height: 6 foot 1
Hair: Hunter's hair color is black, and a bit short.
Eyes: Black too.
Personality: The young alchemist is a very complicated person. Experiencing many difficult obstacles in life, he has learned to hide his true self which is a very serious man, and normally shows the face of a fool. Loving to battle, he is always tempted to turn to evil, though stays neutral. Staying at the sidelines when battle is near, he controls himself and helps if he wants to. Also, since his past was very hard, he drinks a lot, most of the day, but barely ever gets drunk. Being an experienced drinker, he doesn't have much of a reputation, but still is a good person.
When somebody is around, he shows a funny jackass, but when no one is around. He gazes at the sky and recalls his past, and when a serious battle draws near, he gets rid of his foolish side temporarily, and becomes totally merciless. Though, you would expect a man like this would like kids, he hates them to the bone. And hates seeing pictures of his past, or anything from his past really.
Physical Description: The young alchemist has black hair which falls on his face, covering most of his forehead, and his skin tone is not white, but not brown. Normally, he wears a black jacket and a tie and a polo shirt under. This is his normal attire. Under his clothes, however, are many transmutation tattoos. On his chest, on his back, and on his arms. These help him perform alchemy without the need to make a transmutation circle. He has good muscles, but not at the point of Alex Louis Armstrong's.
The teen wears black military boots. The man however, has a scar on his forehead, which is covered by his hair.
History: The young man was born in Central, but quickly abandoned. His memories of his parents are slim to nothing, but he knew that his parents were military dogs. After living in the streets alone for a while, he was oppressed by many people, and the police didn't help a bit. One day, when he was struggling to get food, he met a couple of kids his own age. He was around the age of eleven at the time, and these kids helped him by giving him food. In the end, they worked together, watching each other's backs, and stole food from various people.
It was a hard life, but good enough for slum children. Hunter eventually got used to this way of life and enjoyed it with each passing day. They were in a group of four, and they stood together for two years.. Until, someone killed his group. They were walking into an alley to find shelter, when someone with an ominous around about him arrived. In a second, he saw his friends slaughtered before his eyes. Then, he blacked out. He awoke with rain dripping on him, and the body's of his friends in front of him. The teen yelled out of anger, but also noticed his attacker's corpse was among them. Another man, with a cloak stood. Lightning coming from his hands, it turned out he was a fallen alchemist from the old Civil War.
This man taught Hunter alchemy, and years after that, Hunter became a military dog. Why? He did hate the police and the military, but he wanted to become stronger. And so he did, he gained his license when he was almost fourteen, and became known as the "Thunder Alchemist".
Other:
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
(One of my posts on another site)
The young ninja had been in his village for a week and after two days, he was notified that he was the new Raikage. Sure, he was glad, but he wondered if he would be a good leader. After those days, he had received many applications from eager genin, few seemed to be good enough, but some caught his eye. The names were Septimus and Kichi. Two he knew, and thought were well and able to do this job. They would become the Hokage's students.
This was a great honor for kids there age, but Hunter was young as well. Being at the age of fifteen and his students might actually be older than him. The teen laughed at the situation, imagining what there reaction would be. Both were Hyouton, and that would be a good combo for them. Hunter was one of the few Senju left around the world, so he wasn't surprised nor disappointed that he couldn't find any in his village.. For now. The Mountains were great and big, it was afternoon, the sun shined through the leaves of the tall trees.
He sat on a wooden log, his feet stepping on the ground. This was a great place to train for a Senju or for any ninja really. The solitude and silence provided good training ground. His back leaned on a tree behind the wooden lag he sat on, his arms folded as he waited for his team. The teen smiled that he was gonna get a team, after all this time. Sure, he started out from the bottom of the food chain, and some might consider him weak since he didn't even join the exams yet, though he was head strong. Releasing a sigh of relief that his team probably didn't know his past. They probably wouldn't respect him if they knew, but nevertheless, he was going to tell them.
Hunter wasn't what you'd consider to be an honest man, but he wanted to be honest with his team. They were going to work with each other for the next, maybe few years. By that time, they might surpass Hunter, though Hunter was still beginning to fully understand his power. The teen may not have as many techniques as the late Raikage, but he surely had the skill as the last one. Plus, he may not seem it, but he is intelligent, but not at the level of the tactical geniuses he had heard of in his travels. Scratching his head, he watched the blue sky, the sun was ready to go down. The clouds covered most of the sky. Not much chakra was within the mountains. A few chakras were a bit far, and they were probably genin judging by there chakra.
Yawning out of boredom, his body slumped on the tree, and he had no will for someone to attack him right now. Standing up from the log, he quickly jumped unto the highest branch on the tree he was just leaning on. Of course, it took him some jumping on other branches and used a little of the technique that allowed him to walk on walls, roofs, and trees. Looking out on the horizon, the trees were so large that his village couldn't be seen.
Alias: Dead Man / Thunder Alchemist
Name: Hunter
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Weight: Average
Height: 6 foot 1
Hair: Hunter's hair color is black, and a bit short.
Eyes: Black too.
Personality: The young alchemist is a very complicated person. Experiencing many difficult obstacles in life, he has learned to hide his true self which is a very serious man, and normally shows the face of a fool. Loving to battle, he is always tempted to turn to evil, though stays neutral. Staying at the sidelines when battle is near, he controls himself and helps if he wants to. Also, since his past was very hard, he drinks a lot, most of the day, but barely ever gets drunk. Being an experienced drinker, he doesn't have much of a reputation, but still is a good person.
When somebody is around, he shows a funny jackass, but when no one is around. He gazes at the sky and recalls his past, and when a serious battle draws near, he gets rid of his foolish side temporarily, and becomes totally merciless. Though, you would expect a man like this would like kids, he hates them to the bone. And hates seeing pictures of his past, or anything from his past really.
Physical Description: The young alchemist has black hair which falls on his face, covering most of his forehead, and his skin tone is not white, but not brown. Normally, he wears a black jacket and a tie and a polo shirt under. This is his normal attire. Under his clothes, however, are many transmutation tattoos. On his chest, on his back, and on his arms. These help him perform alchemy without the need to make a transmutation circle. He has good muscles, but not at the point of Alex Louis Armstrong's.
The teen wears black military boots. The man however, has a scar on his forehead, which is covered by his hair.
History: The young man was born in Central, but quickly abandoned. His memories of his parents are slim to nothing, but he knew that his parents were military dogs. After living in the streets alone for a while, he was oppressed by many people, and the police didn't help a bit. One day, when he was struggling to get food, he met a couple of kids his own age. He was around the age of eleven at the time, and these kids helped him by giving him food. In the end, they worked together, watching each other's backs, and stole food from various people.
It was a hard life, but good enough for slum children. Hunter eventually got used to this way of life and enjoyed it with each passing day. They were in a group of four, and they stood together for two years.. Until, someone killed his group. They were walking into an alley to find shelter, when someone with an ominous around about him arrived. In a second, he saw his friends slaughtered before his eyes. Then, he blacked out. He awoke with rain dripping on him, and the body's of his friends in front of him. The teen yelled out of anger, but also noticed his attacker's corpse was among them. Another man, with a cloak stood. Lightning coming from his hands, it turned out he was a fallen alchemist from the old Civil War.
This man taught Hunter alchemy, and years after that, Hunter became a military dog. Why? He did hate the police and the military, but he wanted to become stronger. And so he did, he gained his license when he was almost fourteen, and became known as the "Thunder Alchemist".
Other:
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
(One of my posts on another site)
The young ninja had been in his village for a week and after two days, he was notified that he was the new Raikage. Sure, he was glad, but he wondered if he would be a good leader. After those days, he had received many applications from eager genin, few seemed to be good enough, but some caught his eye. The names were Septimus and Kichi. Two he knew, and thought were well and able to do this job. They would become the Hokage's students.
This was a great honor for kids there age, but Hunter was young as well. Being at the age of fifteen and his students might actually be older than him. The teen laughed at the situation, imagining what there reaction would be. Both were Hyouton, and that would be a good combo for them. Hunter was one of the few Senju left around the world, so he wasn't surprised nor disappointed that he couldn't find any in his village.. For now. The Mountains were great and big, it was afternoon, the sun shined through the leaves of the tall trees.
He sat on a wooden log, his feet stepping on the ground. This was a great place to train for a Senju or for any ninja really. The solitude and silence provided good training ground. His back leaned on a tree behind the wooden lag he sat on, his arms folded as he waited for his team. The teen smiled that he was gonna get a team, after all this time. Sure, he started out from the bottom of the food chain, and some might consider him weak since he didn't even join the exams yet, though he was head strong. Releasing a sigh of relief that his team probably didn't know his past. They probably wouldn't respect him if they knew, but nevertheless, he was going to tell them.
Hunter wasn't what you'd consider to be an honest man, but he wanted to be honest with his team. They were going to work with each other for the next, maybe few years. By that time, they might surpass Hunter, though Hunter was still beginning to fully understand his power. The teen may not have as many techniques as the late Raikage, but he surely had the skill as the last one. Plus, he may not seem it, but he is intelligent, but not at the level of the tactical geniuses he had heard of in his travels. Scratching his head, he watched the blue sky, the sun was ready to go down. The clouds covered most of the sky. Not much chakra was within the mountains. A few chakras were a bit far, and they were probably genin judging by there chakra.
Yawning out of boredom, his body slumped on the tree, and he had no will for someone to attack him right now. Standing up from the log, he quickly jumped unto the highest branch on the tree he was just leaning on. Of course, it took him some jumping on other branches and used a little of the technique that allowed him to walk on walls, roofs, and trees. Looking out on the horizon, the trees were so large that his village couldn't be seen.
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