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Post by tsuki3 on Nov 4, 2011 3:02:11 GMT -5
Megumarhitori; Yoshitsune;Meister
Name: Yoshitsune Megumarhitori
Nickname: Yoshi, Yoshi-chan, Yo-Yo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Meister
Position: Student
Class: One-Star
Partner: N/A
A Strong Body
Picture: 
Appearance: If there's one thing to be said about Yoshitsune, its that he is...filled out. With his rather tall height, he usually stand over other students, but what really gets their attention is the amount of muscles. He is definitely not some slender pretty boy, his shoulders are square and large, his arms thick, his chest, sculpted and not a single appearance of fat to be seen anywhere, this is to be expected though with all the training that he does, so it is no surprise that Yoshitsune's body is very well shaped. His skin has a light tan to it, but its not overly dark, truthfully, its barely noticeable unless one does a comparison, however it still makes the red tattoo's on his body stick out. His hair, is a noticeable white, that he strangely enough, keeps the nape of his neck long, ending right at the base of his back, but other then that, his hair is short and and rather spiky. His eyes are gold and seem to slit, he has five red tattoos on his face two on the corner of his eyes and two underneath it, they both are just simple red lines, the last one is a circle in the middle of his forehead with a line going down and ending right at it reaches the bridge of his nose, their are two black dots that rest against either side of the line but also overlapping with the hollow red circle. Though most people don't see this marking as he is usually wearing a bandana over top it, his most common on is a white one with the same red circle on it followed by two lightning bolts on either side of it.
For clothing, it could be said that Yoshitsune leans towards the more traditional Japanese style of dressing, most of the time he is wearing a high-neck black sleeveless shirt that is rather tight, along with black long gloves, his pants are white hakama pants that are tied off at the bottom, so they do not flare out like they usually would, with yellow wrappings. He has some white gauntlets with red outlines over his foot and a bit of his leg, he also has some over the back of his hands and forearms with yellow wrappings under those as well. His other clothing though are that he pulls out for special occasions and as a result look rather fancy and complicated.
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 220 lbs
Fighting Style: Yoshitsune's fighting is a mixture of the Russian Systema style of fighting and that of the Japanese Ninjutsu. Since the young age of 5, he has been thrown into both styles by his parents, his mother from her Japanese descent and his father from his Russia descent. In battle Yoshitsune is shown to have an rather amazing balance, moving with silently and gracefully like a cat, using leverage and momentum to immobile limbs and possibly break or dislocate them, locking joints, manipulating a joint if possible, nerve strikes. With Ninjutsu though, its more stealth based, having it so that he can move silently and swiftly, but to especially assassinate, kill in one hit and slip back into the shadows, and while Yoshitsune has the former, he does not go for the latter.
Systema however was different then that of the Ninjutsu, but at the same time very similar, moving to evade attacks, ducking or weaving, redirecting or deflecting strikes to forcefully create his own opening to attack. In Systema, there is no stance or set of Kata's that one repeats over and over again, there is no punching bags or hypothetical exercises, in doing push ups he was repeatedly lightly kicked in the stomach, chest, back, shoulders, and legs, just to get used to the feeling of being hit, it was a rather vigorous and brutal training. Systema is a style that prepares you for a fight at any time at anywhere and how to react to it and so his training followed that, his teacher (Father) attacking him at any moment, sometimes resulting in some serious injuries, as a result he is usually wary of people of the possibility of an attack, and thanks to that training, has his body relaxed as he was trained to do even when exchanging hits.
Personality: In most terms, as the result from the pressure from both sides of his family, Yoshitsune is more or less more reserved and quiet, right to the point where he seems to be antisocial, and if Yoshitsune had his say in things, he wouldn't talk at all. He usually only speaks when spoken too, something that is characteristic of those in the military, as a result he keeps his answers short and sweet, usually avoiding eye contact and staring straight ahead. He places a emotionless mask on himself often, mostly from his training, if no one can see what he feels, that people feel less likely to try and 'help' him, his blank persona rarely flinches, depending on the scene, he might narrow his eyes.
As emotionless as he tries to appear, Yoshitsune does indeed feel his emotions, but has long since learned to suppress them and keep them bottled within him as per training from his mother, “People thrive on the emotional reactions other give them, if you don't show them that certain response they are looking for, they will falter and that's when you strike.” Was a constant phrase that he heard many times. Because of the training from his mother and father from a early age, Yoshitsune truthfully did not have a childhood like most others, it was mostly filled with training or studying with about an hour of playtime with his little sister, his only outlet, as a result he can be rather envious of other students who are able to smile and laugh so freely.
The only person that seems to weaken his icy facade enough to get a smile out of him, is his little sister. Out of all from his family she is the only one that he can relax upon, be gentle with, and as a result is very protective of her, and will do anything to ensure that she is safe and happy. Its almost scary at the way his eyes gleam with affection when in her presence and furious they are when someone or something hurts her. If anything, his sister is his ultimate weakness, as she makes him feel.
Yoshitsune is actually good at working under pressure, able to keep a calm mind, but he's also rather naive, he doesn't keep up with latest trends or phrases that people use and can get confused by others very easily if they are using words out of context or saying sarcastic phrases. He also has a bad habit of taking what everything someone says serious.
Inside the Soul
Abilities: Yoshitsune has the ability of Soul Purge, something that had happened by accident when he was training with another student. His parents who are both Meister's were expecting it and so, weren't surprised when he achieved this skill, no, they were actually proud, and truthfully, that was the first time that Yoshitsune could remember both of his parents telling him that they were proud.
Resonances:N/A
Out of your Mind
Strengths: - High physical strength
- High Endurance
- Balance
- Surprisingly nimble and agile.
Weaknesses:- Hand-to-hand fighter, cannot adjust easily to fighting with a weapon.
- Non strategic
- Bad in long ranged fights
- His little sister.
- Low reaction response.
- Low Stamina
- Mentally weak
Hobbies: Training, Reading, Studying, Cooking, Writing
Likes: His sister, Borsch, Taiyaki, Daifuku (He has a sweet tooth), Dango, Training, Reading, sloppy makeouts
Dislikes: Noisy places/People, Bitter tasting things, ones that make his sister upset/make her cry, his parents, helplessness, green tea,
Aspirations: Becoming strong enough to protect his sister
To be more human
History: Yoshitsune was born as the son of two Meisters, his mother being of Japanese decent, a master in the art of ninjutsu, while his father was of Russian descent and in the military. His mother and father, while married, held no love for one another and only saw it as an arrangement, they didn't live together in the same home, in fact, they didn't even live on the same continent, his father stayed in Russia, while his mother stayed in Japan. His mother was the one to name him, her reasoning was a simple one, 'I carried him for 9 months, my 12 hours of labour, my name to choose.' So his last and first name were, much to his father's ire, Japanese as is shown on his birth certificate.
For the first few years, Yoshitsune was raised in Japan in, and truthfully, they were...kinder years. His mother looked at him with kind eyes and an affectionate smile, that seemed to change after his fifth birthday....as he saw his father. He remembers arguing when his father first arrived, a rather scary looking individual, sharp eyes, a proud posture, and a stern face, and Yoshitsune was afraid of his father from his appearance alone. He later found out to fear him for a completely different reason. As he was too young to understand what was happening, all he knew was that he was whisked off too Russia to live with his father during the winter season.
This is where his training kicked in.
It was one of the most painful things he can remember, starting his training in the Military style of Systema, he more then once cried from the pain, and was reprimanded by it in return. During the following summer, he was allowed back home, but something in his mother had changed, she treated him distantly and so, began his training as well. He much prefered the ninjutsu training over his father's harsh systema, but it seemed that no matter how well he did or tried, it just...wasn't good enough to his mother's hawk like eyes. This routine continued for most of his life, winter was the harsh training under his father, summer was training under his mother. The only release he had from such a thing, was his little sister, which was both good and bad.
Good, as for a short hour, Yoshitsune was to act like other children his age, but also bad because they hung that threat over his head to have him improve in his studies. As she was the second child, his father did not take much interest in her, so she at least was allowed to grow up semi-normally, which Yoshitsune didn't mind, he didn't want his sister to be put under such stress like he has been. When he was 13, he got recruited to join Shibusen, something that both parents were especially pleased about, the only one that wasn't was his little sister, who cried the whole time, as he was packing and left.
Shibusen was not like he expected, but he had much more freedom, something that he was not use too, not knowing what to do with so much extra time, it was, and still is, dedicated to training. His mother and father visit him once a year, mostly to evaluate him on his skills and whether they are improving or not, his sister usually comes with them and in between the visits, calls or writes letters. And even though he is 18 he has yet to find his partner, but Yoshitsune does not mind, as he prefers to be alone.
Extra Notes: As a result in growing up in two country's, Yoshitsune knows Russian and Japanese.
He and is sister share the same mother, but not the same father so they are really half-siblings, even though she is only 2 years younger and has the same white hair like he does.
He works a part time job in Death City as a delivery boy.
His parents married only because the elders saw potential for a 'Strong child'
Strangely enough, Yoshitsune is more closer to his father, who now treats him as an equal and with pride, then his mother who in return seems to dot more on her daughter.
The tattoo's on Yoshitsune's body are a result from his clan and his ninjutsu training, the ones on his shoulder symbolize his ranking, the ones on his face are to show he is from the main family branch, all were 'hand-poked', the ink was inserted underneath his skin with non-electrical means, but with rather tools made out of steel and bamboo. It was an expensive procedure and hurt greatly, luckily since the designs are rather simple and small, it didn't take too long to complete.
Behind the strings
Alias: Tsuki
Other characters: Selene Minga, Masami
Face Claim: Gekigami (Fanart); Okami---Yoshitsune Megumarhitori
RP Sample: He truthfully wasn't use to this even after 5 years...
When training he was use to a more...live opponents, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Staring at the punching bag in front of him, for a good long moment he eventually released a sigh through his nose, before turning around and leaving, he just...just couldn't do it. His father often said that a punching bag was not a suitable opponent, practically drill that into his head, if he needed to fight, find something that can react to the punch instead of merely swinging back and forth. Seemed to happen at least once a day, staring at the sack of weighted sand and leather, before moving on as it did not just feel...right.
Picking up his bookbag, he headed out, intent on going back to his apartment and doing his homework. He didn't pay much attention to the others that moved through the streets, as they didn't pay any attention to him. It didn't take him long to reach his apartment, and quickly picking up his mail, he stepped into his place, dropping his bag on the floor, and placing the mail on the table as he moved into his kitchen to make himself some tea (a pomergrante white tea), leaving the kettle to boil, he returned to the table top and began looking through it, junk mail mostly, all except one letter that caught his attention and made his eyes soften at the sight.
Easily, he opened it and pulled out the sheet of paper from inside. Opening it, the smallest of smiles graced his lips at seeing the kanji for 'Dear Brother' within. Opening it fully, his eyes scanned the letter, eager to see what his sister wrote.
Half-way through he got up, his eyes still glued to the letter, and poured the water into the ready cermaic cup with a steel ball filled with the tea leaves. Waiting for it to cool, he leaned his hip against the counter as he continued to read. After a few minutes, he folded it back up and placed it on the countertop, before taking a small sip of his tea, his mind racing on how to reply back to her. He missed his sister, and he was glad to know that she was doing so well, but something in the letter bothered him, she made it sound like...like she was aiming to come to Shibusen as well, and he sure as hell did not want that.
But it was her life, and her choices, there wasn't really anything he could do to stop her but their was one thing he was going to do. Protect her...
That's what big brother's were for anyway.
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