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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2011 1:22:24 GMT -5
Zhoung; Qin; Dual-dao
Name: Qin Zhoung
Nickname: The General
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Weapon
Position: Student
Class: One-Star
Partner: N/A
Color Code: 525A29
A Strong Body
Picture: i7.photobucket.com/albums/y269/setaru/Qin.jpg
Appearance: Qin is a thin yet sturdy young man around the age of 16 and looks his age, though when someone looks in his eyes he seems to have the maturity of someone far older and wiser. Physically, he's in great shape due to the extensive training he puts his body under. Its from his family's heritage as a military family that he gets it from. His hair is raven black and also kept short and in a top knot Sangtu on his head.
His typical clothing is that of an army recruit, preferring to follow in his father's footsteps as a military officer as soon as possible and he wears the clothing as a symbol of respect for him and his heritage. His black boots are also G.I. boots and serve rather well for kicking. His face is rather handsome and he gets quite a few female admirers due to this and his eyes match his hair quite well. Height: How tall they be? Feet and inches please.
Height: 5'7
Weight: 147 lbs
Fighting Style: Despite the fact that he is rather skinny due to his lengthy training regiment, his power lies in his Wing Chun Kung Fu knowledge, which is as great as any masters. Anyone who would be foolish enough to challenge him would be in for a dear fight in which they most likely would lose. He often dislikes relying on his partial transformation but will use it if it is absolutely necessary and will save his life.
Personality: Its hard to imagine someone who is more prone to "order" than Qin. He lives by it, thrives in it. Its what makes him strong and its the rules and order that allowed him to accept the affect of his deafness. He's a silent type, which is natural since due to his deafness he can hardly hear his own voice and is a little self-conscious about this fact. But he is proud. Honor and loyalty are traits that are valued highest by him and he detests anyone who would try to defame him or dishonor his family, country, or the school. Qin's a dedicated martial artist who works to refine his craft and this as well has brought him discipline.
But like any army "brat", he's used to getting up early, sometimes even before the break of day, to begin his routine which he would never break. He's a creature of habit who rarely has the ability to think outside of the order which is created. His thoughts on others revolve on the way they present themselves. He is quick to judge and will do so almost immediately after seeing them and will rarely change his opinion of the person, if the first impression is negative.
Perhaps, despite his rough exterior, Qin would also be known for a well-spring of kindness, not that he would let this ever be known. Qin feels a need to protect those who cannot protect themselves, if he ever sees someone being bullied, he will always come to their aid, usually in the form of physical support but he will always issue a single warning and reprimand to the bully first, as attacking without warning is a dishonorable trait, but should they not heed this warning, it might as well be open season on them.
When he was younger he adored Big Band music as it is the perfect structured music. Many different people and instruments playing in unison to present an amazing sound. It was perfect. And while he cannot hear it anymore (unless it is blasted), he does enjoy watching people play it. Also, he was raised on it due to the fact that it played such a major part in WWII and was hated by the Nazis for it represented freedom. He considers it as such, freedom. But he believes freedom needs to be structured as well with rules to maintain order. This being said, Qin is a very patriotic teenager and knows his duty to his family and country well.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: His transformation is two Dao blades, they typically can be sheathed on the back and are connected as one blade until seperated. The blades each have two different handles and are connected by a metal chain which can be stored largely within the handle. Once the blades are taken apart, the chain can grow or retract at the meister or weapons will. The maximum length of the chain is 8 feet and minimum is just a few inches, as to not get in the way when the two blades are one. The chain aspect is useful as it can be used for defensive and offensive purposes.
Partial Form: It's a simple transformation with his right forearm turning into a Dao blade.
Abilities: N/A
Resonances: N/A
Out of your Mind
Strengths: Extremely High Endurance Proficient in Wing Chun Kung Fu Quick Reflexes
Weaknesses: Almost Completely Deaf Cannot think "outside the box"/Can't comprehend someone fighting anything less than honorably. Despite his constant Army training, when it comes to the big decisions he's rather indecisive with moral and ethical problems. Due to his deafness, he's not really a very talkative person which tends to put others off that he's working with and results in poor teamwork skills. Anti-Social Difficult Weapon Form to Master Ineffective at long range. Low Physical Strength
Hobbies: Training Studying
Likes: Rules Quiet Tea Big Band [Watching] Peace/Harmony
Dislikes: Obnoxious behavior Not being able to hear his voice. Dishonor Bang Bang Sloppy Makeouts [Not that he would know, but still.]
Aspirations: To bring order to chaos and honor to his family by becoming a Death Scythe.
History: The Zhoung family has a rich military history dating back centuries. What makes them unique is that as long as the family's history can recall is that the first born of the next generation is a weapon. Not just any weapon, mind you. One of the four major weapons of China. They are born into a cycle. Dao, Qiang, Gùn, and Jian. This was how it was also been.
His family were always high ranking within the military structure of China but after WWII, when the fighting was over, they refused to see their beloved country ruled by Mao and left for the United States whom they long considered their allies. They were welcomed with open arms, his grandfather was a great hero of the war and the military meshed well with him. Qin's father, a Jian, did well also, making general within the army quickly and he had high hopes for his son.
And just as predicted, Qin was born a Dao sword. The general of all weapons. But his form was special, it was a dual dao sword with a chain attached to the hilt which could expand up to 8 feet and retract.
His childhood was strict but happy as he was loved. He was told where to go, how to do things properly, he had to learn everything he needed and had to learn them quickly. His was a family of rules and regulations as it had always been for centuries. Moving was a common aspect of military life and they did so often. The places he saw and the people he met broadened his view on life though he remembered his place and kept it well, for fear of punishment.
And even though he moved often, he seemed to be at home almost anywhere he went. He grew up to be a popular character no matter where he went, particularly because of his good looks. Girls thought he was cute and boys looked up to him because of his strength and skill.
[Discussed with Bang Bang earlier] During the course of his childhood, he made, well...an aquintance. A girl who was a weapon just like him. She seemed decent, upstanding, a girl who followed the rules. Rockelle Launche. To meet another weapon, another child his own age, this was something that excited him, though he never would show it. It would be too disgraceful. But they played together nonetheless. One day, they tarried a little too close to the sun and in an accident Rockelle caused an explosion near him that left him completely deaf in his left ear and quite nearly deaf in his right. From then on, his parents refused to let them see her. It wasn't due to anger or a newfound hatred for her or their parents (whom they remained good friends with even to this day), it was for fear that their son might sustain more injuries due to accidents.
After the incident, Qin had to find ways to communicate. It wasn't hard after a while, the order that he had built his life around gave him the strength to learn new ways. He took to sign language easily as a second language and also developed the cherished ability to read lips.
And the older he grew, the more mature he became. And his body became quite developed which attracted even more followers as he went. Women flocked to him, though they were often very pretty he didn't see an interest in a single one. None of them had any semblance of dignity within them. But the boys tried to mirror his actions and training regiment whenever he would show them.
Then it came, the day he had longed for his entire life. He was a weapon and more important than the every day human. His father had promised to send him to Shibusen as he and his respected family lineage demanded. Finally he would be able to prove himself. He imagined the school to be nothing less than a military school full of order and utterly devoid in chaos. That was the mission of the school, after all. To stop insanity before it can grow. That was the place he truly desired to be.
Extra Notes: Qin is very strict and rather hates people who go out of what he calls his "order". For the most part he will simply ignore them but in the case of Bang Bang, or Rockelle as he knew her, he grows enraged remembering what she was and knowing what she has become and will almost always be the exception to the rule of ignoring them, though mostly because Bang Bang doesn't know enough to leave well enough alone.
Behind the strings
Alias: Crona, Annie, Your Worst Nightmare? All shall fear that which is Annie.
Other characters: Annie, (Crona, maybe?)
Face Claim: An altered version of Li Shang from Mulan.
RP Sample:And so it was time, it would seem. Time to eat, his stomach had dictated it so and his will power seemed to agree in a whole hearted manner upon this subject. There were so many various places to choose from that he would have to pick and pick quickly before he was singled out and yelled at to come try this stand or another. However, his dark hues did spy the perfect place and it made his hunger growl in anticipation in a true desire of what was to come. Closer and closer was the way each step carried him towards the outside vendor. And once he reached it, it took him less than a second to make up his mind. Without a single word, self conscious about his own voice was he that he nearly refused to speak and just pointed to a replica of the sandwich that was filled with sliced meat and all sorts of other delicous food essences and when he did spoke he just said mentioned the amount he wanted very politely, making sure to say "please" at the end of it. He took out his wallet, rather thanking himself silently that he did bring it this time instead of leaving it behind like he sometimes did when it wouldn't be of any use. Naturally, he would have to wait a while for the true sandwich to be prepared, displays never really did taste very good and were rather unhealthy as it was a game of Russian roulette to think how fresh it truly had to be. But, nonetheless, the meal was paid for in good form.
As he watched the people go about their business, he had no idea what was to happen. However, with his keen ability of sight, he did notice some sort of commotion in the distance, two people were chasing each other. The loss of one sense will always sharpen the others but without a thought in his mind and including the distance that the pair were from his location, he had no idea about the true nature of this chase and simply believed that they were relatives playing a game. An older brother and little sister, as it were. Such was the distance from him, though. However, a simple tap on the shoulder was what brought his attention back the to task at hand and the sharp Asian's eyes could see the steam rising off the sandwich and the mere scent of it quite nearly made his mouth water. Nearly, but not quite. The money already having been exchanged, the man in GI issued boots and pants took the wrapped sandwich gladly.
However, the beautiful union of the army brat and his sandwich was never to be. For, his grip around the sandwich was loose as he drew it to his mouth to take a bite. Yet, it was a bite that would never come, for within a few inches of the mouth, the sandwich was knocked from his hands by a bump from a young girl. And by young one must mean tiny as well. Sure, it wasn't much to get upset over, despite the loss of his breakfast, but he certainly couldn't blame the girl. He couldn't even see her face as it seemed to refuse to look up towards his own. He supposed the girl was trying to say something but woe was he that not a sound could be heard from her unseen mouth. Then the light of dawn hit him.
His dark orbs had strayed upwards and passed him to see another coming right up behind the girl. It was that realization, from their varied sizes, that this was the pair he assumed were playing happily a little while back. However, from the words that spewed out of her mouth, insults about how weak and clumsy she was, that seemed to be the exact opposite case of what he had assumed. This man...was nothing more than a lowly bully. And bullies were never very intelligent. He was to blame for it all and so the man simply said a few words to the little girl. "Get behind me, little one," he said very softly, trying to make sure only she could hear him. Then his eyes turned upwards.
"And you. Assaulting little children. Have you no honor? You have just a few moments to leave this area. That is the only warning you shall receive, I assure you." His voice, despite the fear that it was nothing more than a dishonorable mishmash of words, it was clear and rang true in his stern and steady, unyielding tone. He did not even assume a defensive or even an offensive stance in this matter. Such a trivial thing as defeating this bully would be only too simple for a master. It was clear the man had little to no training and even less discipline. His courage must be that as well. His eyes stared straight forward toward the man's face, judging his reaction and also making sure to closely read his lips. Either way, it would end soon.
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Post by The Sidhe on Oct 24, 2011 2:30:12 GMT -5
Feel free to begin role playing with this character whenever you wish.
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