Post by Ginji on Feb 18, 2008 2:27:29 GMT -5
Name: Akira Yuzora
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Tohsu/Weapon: Fused with the power of a kamui of air. Dislikes confrontation, but will fight hand-to-hand, with bow and arrows, or a staff if needed.
Appearance: Blonde, jaw-length hair, usually a bit messy. Slender build, slightly short. Large purple eyes that always clearly show his current mood.
Personality: Akira is… a nice guy. He’ll do everything he can to make people smile, and is friendly to everyone and anyone. Cheerful and likable, but surprisingly shy around strangers. It takes a few encounters with new people for Akira’s polite amiability to change to true friendliness. Generally quiet in a warm sort of way, but loves talking to friends and is prone to chattering when nervous. He is truthful and sincere to a fault, and will only lie to save a close friend from trouble, usually winding up taking the blame himself. Obedient and eager to please, if rather self-conscious.
His more timid, skittish nature is most evident on the battlefield, where Akira much prefers the rear to the front lines. Highly skilled in medicine and first aid, he manages to avoid most direct fighting but remain an asset to his squadron. Hating to hurt and see others hurt, in combat Akira spends most of his time tending the wounded and using his control over air to re-direct enemy attacks with sudden changes in air pressure and movement. Gentle and idealistic, Akira would rather himself be injured than a friend, or even vague acquaintance.
Highly attuned and sensitive to the emotions of those around him and desperate to be on everyone‘s good side, which leaves Akira easily hurt and prone to bouts of depression. He has a soft spot for animals, and is frequently reprimanded for smuggling strays into his dorm. Hates being alone despite remarkable self-sufficiency. An excellent cook and skilled musician, he enjoys playing and cooking for those around him. Anything to perpetuate the smiles.
History: Akira comes from a long line of military families. His parents were both high-ranking NOA officials, his older brothers all too eager to follow their parents. Despite his dislike for violence and confrontation, Akira feels a hesitant duty to NOA, hoping to gain the favor of his parents and elder siblings.
Strengths/ Weaknesses: Akira is well-liked, having very few enemies and many people willing to lend a helping hand whenever needed. His medical skill is invaluable to the heavily combat-based trainees of NOA. A potentially strong empath gives him direct link to the emotions of others, leaving him vulnerable to the weaknesses of others, but giving him the possibility of using their emotions against them. Prone to freezing up when afraid, and extremely reluctant to harm another, even if in danger himself.
Writing Sample:
-Prompt: Your character is walking down the street and a lower-level Atanan rises and attacks. What do they do?
The sweet, soft notes seemed horridly out of place amongst austere rigidity of EDEN’s buildings. Akira stood in the middle of the small garden, a flute pressed gently to his lips. The air shimmered in the garden, delighted by the music and the presence of the boy. Gentle but strong, the lilting melody made the air ebb and flow, pulling dead leaves and flower petals into it’s random dance.
Akira held the last note, high and pure, letting it linger on the breeze before letting his hands and the flute fall to his sides. The few gathered students applauded the performance, a few of the girls giggling as they straightened their wind-tossed hair. Their enthusiastic praise brought a blush to the boy’s cheeks, brightening as they squealed in glee at the small wave he gave them.
Arms wrapped playfully around Akira’s waist and shoulders as another set of hands eagerly found their way to already messy blonde hair and furthered the damage. “Guys!” Akira squeaked, fighting back laughter at the animated affections of his friends Taro and Kosei. “Lookit you, Aki-chan!” Taro chirped, beaming as he beamed at Akira’s hair. Kosei kept a companionable arm around the younger boys’ shoulder, giving the girls a charming wink before turning back to Akira. “Between the three of us, we could have all these ladies wrapped around our fingers.”
Grinning, Akira opened his mouth to comment on the narcissism of his friends when the girls behind them shrieked in fear. The garden was cast into shadow as the Atanan hovered over them, reeling back before driving it’s forelegs forward, talons extended. Pushign down the terror that gripped at his throat, Akira grabbed onto his friends as a cyclone of air swirled viciously into existence around them, sending the Atanan’s blow glancing into the ground.
Gunfire rang out as NOA’s ever-prepared students opened fire on the creature. The wind died down as Akira’s panic took over, his purple eyes wide and unseeing. Taro and Kosei knew their friend’s aversion to combat, and Taro dragged the boy to the relative safety behind a line of gunners as Kosei covered their retreat with his tohsu.
A harsh yelp from a younger NOA student brought Akira back to the present. He rushed over to the fallen girl who had been pulled to safety by another of her classmates, a deep gash spilling blood from her arm. Any wound from an Atanan was slow to heal, prone to infection…. The chaos around him was blotted out as Akira cast around for his bag with his medical kit…
It lay halfway across the garden, behind where the Atanan now faced. Scared more than he felt any NOA soldier should be, Akira forced his trembling legs into a desperate run, focusing on the girl’s need for first aid. Tohsu and bullets sped over Akira towards the beast, who had turned to intercept the figure dashing across it’s path.. A frantic leap and a clumsy, painful roll brought the bag into his hands, clucthed tightly to his chest as a shield of air whipped up around him, razor edged currents lashing at the Atanan.
It reeled back long enough for Akira to retreat back to the wounded girl, muttering calming nothings as he set to work on her injury. Previously shaking hands steady in the familiar task of cleaning, stitching and bandaging the wound. His only concern was treating the wounded, keeping her calm amidst the turbulence of the battlefield. The girl watched him work with watery eyes, shaking with pain and fear.
Giving the bandages a final tug to ensure they were tight enough, Akira stood, only now noticing the Atanan now lay lifeless in the garden, burned, bruised, bleeding, and riddled with holes. Every battle… he felt terrible for his seeming inability to be of any use. Any time trouble showed, any time danger neared, Akira froze up, and put his friends in greater danger when they needed protect him…
A tug at his sleeve stopped the thoughts as he looked down into the weakly smiling face of the girl. She breathed a shaky thank you before being escorted off my one of her colleagues. Akira smiled.
At least he could do something.
Read, understand, and agree to comply with the rules?: Ch’yeah!
TRIX ARE FOR FREAKING KIDS BECAUSE GOD DOES NOT ENDORSE SHARING WITH LESSER BEINGS!
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Tohsu/Weapon: Fused with the power of a kamui of air. Dislikes confrontation, but will fight hand-to-hand, with bow and arrows, or a staff if needed.
Appearance: Blonde, jaw-length hair, usually a bit messy. Slender build, slightly short. Large purple eyes that always clearly show his current mood.
Personality: Akira is… a nice guy. He’ll do everything he can to make people smile, and is friendly to everyone and anyone. Cheerful and likable, but surprisingly shy around strangers. It takes a few encounters with new people for Akira’s polite amiability to change to true friendliness. Generally quiet in a warm sort of way, but loves talking to friends and is prone to chattering when nervous. He is truthful and sincere to a fault, and will only lie to save a close friend from trouble, usually winding up taking the blame himself. Obedient and eager to please, if rather self-conscious.
His more timid, skittish nature is most evident on the battlefield, where Akira much prefers the rear to the front lines. Highly skilled in medicine and first aid, he manages to avoid most direct fighting but remain an asset to his squadron. Hating to hurt and see others hurt, in combat Akira spends most of his time tending the wounded and using his control over air to re-direct enemy attacks with sudden changes in air pressure and movement. Gentle and idealistic, Akira would rather himself be injured than a friend, or even vague acquaintance.
Highly attuned and sensitive to the emotions of those around him and desperate to be on everyone‘s good side, which leaves Akira easily hurt and prone to bouts of depression. He has a soft spot for animals, and is frequently reprimanded for smuggling strays into his dorm. Hates being alone despite remarkable self-sufficiency. An excellent cook and skilled musician, he enjoys playing and cooking for those around him. Anything to perpetuate the smiles.
History: Akira comes from a long line of military families. His parents were both high-ranking NOA officials, his older brothers all too eager to follow their parents. Despite his dislike for violence and confrontation, Akira feels a hesitant duty to NOA, hoping to gain the favor of his parents and elder siblings.
Strengths/ Weaknesses: Akira is well-liked, having very few enemies and many people willing to lend a helping hand whenever needed. His medical skill is invaluable to the heavily combat-based trainees of NOA. A potentially strong empath gives him direct link to the emotions of others, leaving him vulnerable to the weaknesses of others, but giving him the possibility of using their emotions against them. Prone to freezing up when afraid, and extremely reluctant to harm another, even if in danger himself.
Writing Sample:
-Prompt: Your character is walking down the street and a lower-level Atanan rises and attacks. What do they do?
The sweet, soft notes seemed horridly out of place amongst austere rigidity of EDEN’s buildings. Akira stood in the middle of the small garden, a flute pressed gently to his lips. The air shimmered in the garden, delighted by the music and the presence of the boy. Gentle but strong, the lilting melody made the air ebb and flow, pulling dead leaves and flower petals into it’s random dance.
Akira held the last note, high and pure, letting it linger on the breeze before letting his hands and the flute fall to his sides. The few gathered students applauded the performance, a few of the girls giggling as they straightened their wind-tossed hair. Their enthusiastic praise brought a blush to the boy’s cheeks, brightening as they squealed in glee at the small wave he gave them.
Arms wrapped playfully around Akira’s waist and shoulders as another set of hands eagerly found their way to already messy blonde hair and furthered the damage. “Guys!” Akira squeaked, fighting back laughter at the animated affections of his friends Taro and Kosei. “Lookit you, Aki-chan!” Taro chirped, beaming as he beamed at Akira’s hair. Kosei kept a companionable arm around the younger boys’ shoulder, giving the girls a charming wink before turning back to Akira. “Between the three of us, we could have all these ladies wrapped around our fingers.”
Grinning, Akira opened his mouth to comment on the narcissism of his friends when the girls behind them shrieked in fear. The garden was cast into shadow as the Atanan hovered over them, reeling back before driving it’s forelegs forward, talons extended. Pushign down the terror that gripped at his throat, Akira grabbed onto his friends as a cyclone of air swirled viciously into existence around them, sending the Atanan’s blow glancing into the ground.
Gunfire rang out as NOA’s ever-prepared students opened fire on the creature. The wind died down as Akira’s panic took over, his purple eyes wide and unseeing. Taro and Kosei knew their friend’s aversion to combat, and Taro dragged the boy to the relative safety behind a line of gunners as Kosei covered their retreat with his tohsu.
A harsh yelp from a younger NOA student brought Akira back to the present. He rushed over to the fallen girl who had been pulled to safety by another of her classmates, a deep gash spilling blood from her arm. Any wound from an Atanan was slow to heal, prone to infection…. The chaos around him was blotted out as Akira cast around for his bag with his medical kit…
It lay halfway across the garden, behind where the Atanan now faced. Scared more than he felt any NOA soldier should be, Akira forced his trembling legs into a desperate run, focusing on the girl’s need for first aid. Tohsu and bullets sped over Akira towards the beast, who had turned to intercept the figure dashing across it’s path.. A frantic leap and a clumsy, painful roll brought the bag into his hands, clucthed tightly to his chest as a shield of air whipped up around him, razor edged currents lashing at the Atanan.
It reeled back long enough for Akira to retreat back to the wounded girl, muttering calming nothings as he set to work on her injury. Previously shaking hands steady in the familiar task of cleaning, stitching and bandaging the wound. His only concern was treating the wounded, keeping her calm amidst the turbulence of the battlefield. The girl watched him work with watery eyes, shaking with pain and fear.
Giving the bandages a final tug to ensure they were tight enough, Akira stood, only now noticing the Atanan now lay lifeless in the garden, burned, bruised, bleeding, and riddled with holes. Every battle… he felt terrible for his seeming inability to be of any use. Any time trouble showed, any time danger neared, Akira froze up, and put his friends in greater danger when they needed protect him…
A tug at his sleeve stopped the thoughts as he looked down into the weakly smiling face of the girl. She breathed a shaky thank you before being escorted off my one of her colleagues. Akira smiled.
At least he could do something.
Read, understand, and agree to comply with the rules?: Ch’yeah!
TRIX ARE FOR FREAKING KIDS BECAUSE GOD DOES NOT ENDORSE SHARING WITH LESSER BEINGS!