Post by redloki on Feb 12, 2012 16:43:41 GMT -5
Last Name; First Name;Race
Name: Red Loki
Nickname: Red
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Weapon
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: No one yet
A Strong Body
Picture:
Appearance:The first thing most people notice about Red is the red burn mark that covers the left side of his face. Its circular in shape and covers Red’s left eye along with the majority of his forehead and part of his cheek as well. For this reason he tends to wear his hair shaggy with long bangs that cover his forehead . Beyond that shaggy hair and burn are kind yet hurting yellow eyes.
Generally Red is custom to wearing red fighting pants and charcoal colored boots. With a yellow karate type belt tied around his waist he also wears a red sleeveless shirt underneath a red coat with yellow trimming. He has an average body at first glance standing at about 5.11, but underneath his shirt are built muscles from years of hard training.
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 160lbs
Fighting Style: Red’s fighting style is better known as the Northern Shaolin style of kung fu. It generally involves long range techniques with quick advances and retreat. Standing in a wide stance, the fighting style involves many kicks and leaping attacks with whirling circular blocks.
Personality: Red seems to be a loner at first glance. He is very independents and it comes off mostly in his lack of interaction with others. He has a very aggressive soul with a lot of anger and rage built up. It comes out mostly when he is fighting with others in combat. He also has a tendency to appear to be very quiet, but that is because most people don’t bother to talk to him.
In all honesty, Red isn’t afraid of anything. He doesn’t back down nor does he ever lent up to anyone. He is very smart and devoted when it comes to work. He always strives to do his very best and no less. Because he tends to wear a hard shell most people wouldn’t be able to tell that he can actually be pretty funny.
He is a good guy really, but his never letting up and rage make it seem like he isn’t. Red is the type of person that would go charging into a fire to save someone without a thought to his own safety. He doesn’t show his emotions very well because he hides behind that anger. Because of this when he is vulnerable he has a tendency to boost every emotion he might be feeling. For example he’s never just sad when he feels vulnerable, he feels extremely sad.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: Red’s weapon form is a blue demon mask. The mask itself is mainly blue and white, blue being the background of the mask with white outlining the nose, teeth, eyes, eyebrows, and back. The eyes are completely red and have a glowing attribute to them. In addition the inside of the open mouth is red mixed with black. When worn by his partner, the mask actually attaches to the head like a layer of skin taking away its mask like quality.
Partial Form: Red’s partial form is the transformation of part of the mask on his head. Similar to when its worn by his partner part of his face transforms, usually the left half covering the burns on his face.
Abilities: Red’s regular ability is an increase in physical abilities whether in partial form or when worn by the partner. Regularly Red’s mask increases the user’s strength and speed as long as its worn by his partner. The increase in speed and strength is dependent on the wearer because it doubles their strength. For that reason almost anyone can use Red when he’s transformed, but barley anyone can actually synchronize souls with him. So when Red accesses his own ability his own strength and speed is doubled giving his attacks twice as much punch and making him twice as fast.
Resonances: None at the Moment. He needs a partner first.
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
Red’s strengths are:
- Physical strength
- Hand to Hand combat
- His mind when it comes to scoping out a situation.
Weaknesses: The majority of Red’s weaknesses can be found in his personality. Since he has anger problems it often clouds his judgment when in battle. He doesn’t do well with overbearing emotions and so will sometimes be stunned when someone is for example crying uncontrollably. Finally he has a soft spot for people in danger so will often risk himself recklessly when someone is in danger.
Hobbies:If he’s not studying or meditating, he’s training.
Likes: Red has a soft spot for animals and will often be distracted by them. He likes to be alone but at the same time he also likes being around people as well. Often this is hard for him to do because of his personality. Finally Red likes training. He feels that it is important to keep his body in good shape and so spends a lot of time doing so.
Dislikes: Contrary to what a lot of people might believe, Red absolutely hates being alone. That is why even though he is a loner he is never by himself all too much. He hates the fact that he has uncontrolled anger, and definitely dislikes when people purposely harm others. Finally most of all he dislikes the burn mark on his face.
Aspirations: If Red had a goal in life it would probably be to learn to find his place. He feels that he’s never fit in with anyone really and so he never really dreams of anyone being his partner.
History:
Red was an orphan until the age of five. He grew up in the slums of Tokyo spending the majority of his time inside the crowded orphanage. Since crime in the area was high, they weren’t allowed to go outside often. The majority of Red’s memories in that orphanages are of bad food and not enough of it, the sound of gunshots just outside the window, and of being by himself.
Right away Red knew he was different from the majority of people. Even when he was being brought up he was often being whispered at. It wasn’t until he left that orphanage that he found out why. During his fifth year at the orphanage a man came to see him. Red did not know what to think of the man in all red with a black belt around his waist. But if there was one thing that every orphan dreamed of, it was to belong.
For that reason Red found himself joining this man. To Red he was to call him master, but to others Red heard him called Soskue. Red joined him in a wooden hut in the forest he owned. For the next five years Red began training in kung fu, particularly the Northern Shaolin Style. Soskue was a master in said style, and it was there that Red learned not only how to fight, but how to read, write, and other studies.
The relationship was not of a father and son. It was of a master and student. Red was shown no affection by this man, beyond that of a good or bad. There was no interaction with other people besides his master because of their location. Even when they ran out of food, Soskue went alone to buy it. He never took Red along. Desperate for any other interaction, Red found himself growing fonder of the animals of the forest. They were his friends and he even gave them names.
Things changed once more when Red was twelve. It was about the age of ten that Soskue’s training became tougher. He pushed Red all the more taking things to the extreme when Red failed to execute a technique. It all came clear though when his master began telling him of his differences. He explained that unless he pushed Red he wouldn’t be able to transform into his “true form”.
“You’re a weapon. A tool I have trained over the years for my use.” Red had never heard of himself being called a tool. But he figured it had to be true. It was on his twelfth birthday that he finally transformed. After that the next year would be spent murdering others for souls.
Red’s master took him across the world, taking soul after soul and making him eat it. After taking a hundred souls, Soskue turned to the greatest prize of them all. He wanted the soul of a witch, for it was only with the soul of a witch that one can become a Death Scythe. Soskue went after the strongest witch in Asia.
It was during the battle with the witch that two things happened. The first was the death of Soskue. The second was the burn marks on his face. Soskue had not lasted three seconds with the witch. He was slaughtered before Red could even transform. Stunned only for a second Red turned around and tried to hitch it out of there. He got out, but not before a spell of fire licked his face.
Red was thirteen. He had no home or place to go. He had a nasty burn mark on his face. It was traveling among the slums of Tokyo that he was able to steal enough money to buy a ride on a trip to California. Two years later and Red found himself staring at the school called Shibusen, the only place he knew that “tools” like him belonged.
Extra Notes: None.
Behind the strings
Alias: Red / Loki / Red Loki
Other characters: Only this one so far.
Face Claim:Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender
RP Sample:
It was a silence. A silence of the sort that Red was accustom too. He sat with his knees folded among the trees overhead. He was vaguely aware of the soothing sounds of the birds and other animals around him. They were the only friends he had. Animals were creatures of instinct. They did not hate others. They did not purposely kill people for selfish reason. That was why Red could appreciate them.
The sound of footsteps made him open his eyes. That sound did not belong. Red watched as a teen dressed in blue jeans and a blue polo stood in front of him. Behind him were two others dressed in various outfits. They screamed punks to Red right away.
“Well if it isn’t the burned freak. You think you’re so tough don’t you?! Well let’s see how you handle yourself away from your teachers.” It was a challenge. If there was one thing that Red did not back down from it was a challenge. Breaking his peaceful position, Red stood and pivoted into a side position with his legs apart.
As the enemy charged a whole other side of Red was unleashed. They came in with fists flying, and found a foot smashed into their face. The battle was clearly one sided and Red did not stop. He continued his onslaught breaking the main bully’s leg, with a stomp, the an elbow to the knee broke his nose. The onslaught would have continued if his friends hadn’t grabbed him by the collar and scrambled back.
“You’re a freak.” They shouted before picking up there friend and running. It took all of Red to simply not go after them. His hand shook with the anger that pulsed through his veins. He didn’t notice until then that he had actually gone through his partial transformation. As Red tried his best to calm his breathing, he found a tear dripping from his other eye.
”I know I’m a freak.” He said to the forest around him.
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