Post by Ren Takashi on Aug 11, 2011 23:12:52 GMT -5
Ren
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" Feel the fire, he's entering the ring,
His mindset, he only knows how to win.
This foreign fighter will break you in two,
You will all feel this power! "
the basics,
»»character full name: Ren Takashi
»»age: 22
»»gender: male
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»position: First Mate, Yarg.
»»race: Human
»»alliance: pirate
»»powers: Imagination~
»»weapons: a 6 foot Yew Longbow, strung around shoulder and worn across his back, with a quiver of arrows.
2 Kukri machetes, kept strapped to his waist, and pulled out at the first sign of trouble. Spill blood, ask questions later.
Several small throwing darts, tipped with poisons.
the appearance,
»»eyes:Green
»»markings:Various scars run along his hands, arms, legs, feet, face, chest, back, and feet from years of scrapping and brawling. What's to be expected.
»»height:6'1"
»»weight:240 lbs
»»general appearance: Ren stands just over 6 feet tall, and has a muscled frame to his body. He's not overly burdened with muscles, so he's not what you would call bulky, but without a doubt he was fit. His body took on more of that toned shape of a runner than the bulk of say a football player. He has shoulder length hair, black being the natural color, but the front half is dyed white. His hair is naturally straight, but likes to style it messily up, the colors mixing in amongst themselves.
He's usually caught wearing his signature gray and white coat, which he stole many, many years ago, and has treasured since. His chain necklace and collar can also always been seen around his neck, and blazing red, hardened leather gloves about his hands, providing protection from both bow strings and knife blades. A set of black and combat boots completes his attire, seeing no need to wear much else. If you've ever met him you'd probably most remember his odd hair, green eyes, and smart ass grin. That's just Ren though.
the personality,
»»likes: Women. ~~ Ren has a weakness for the fairer sex, pursuing them with vigorous zeal. His luck with them, ahh well that's another story, but thrill of the chase and all, right? We'll see if "no" does mean no.
Sleeping ~~ If mortal sins had personifications, he could very well be Sloth. He loves curling up where the sun is shining, or in total darkness and snoozing the hours away. A cat nap is one thing, but wake him early from his needed sleep and you'll not be happy.
Weaponry ~~ Who would have ever guessed that a fighter would like weapons huh? Totally bizarre. He loves weapons, one and all, bladed, blunt, one handed or two, rocks, arrows, pellets, cannon balls! If he'd the patience he might've been an engineer, helping the ships blast each other to bits, but the fight was in his blood, and he'd make use of all these wonderful weapons to wreak his havoc.
»»dislikes: Loud Noises ~~ That's not to say any loud noise will set him off, but those overly, unnecessarily loud, or high pitched, obnoxious noises, now those will earn his rage, and right fast too.
Ignorance ~~ It's bad enough to be stupid, but must you spout out your idiocy to the rest of us? If you don't know anything about the subject, then shut the hell up.
Losing ~~ Who doesn't hate losing, right? It's not fun, and not many of us can do it gracefully. Ren's definitely not one of the graceful ones. He's accustom to winning, so failing or losing really gets under his skin.
»»strengths: Intelligence: Far from being the lumbering brute, Ren actually has a good brain in his head, and he uses his intelligence to lie, cheat, and steal his way to the top. He's won so many of his fights due to the ability to not only physically dominate his opponents, but to out-smart them too.
Adaptability: He quickly adapts to new ideas and situations and makes them his own in a way, to blend and move more smoothly amongst them, allowing him to come out on top, as opposed to being stuck fighting the change.
»»weaknesses: Curiosity: It killed the cat, and it's aiming at Ren next. He could have avoided a good number of fights by just keeping to himself, but that's not likely. He sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, but at least he's ready to defend himself.
In-ability to read others: He's not stupid, ..per se. But when he wraps his mind around a task, idea, or goal, sometimes it takes him a bit too long to let go of it. As adaptive as he is, when he focuses too much on something, he can often go to far, which gets him into trouble.
»»secrets:
»»general personality: Depending on the day Ren is two sides of the same coin. If he's in a calm mood, he's more like a Mercenary than anything else. He hurts people, wrecks things, does as he's told, and gets the job done. When he's in full swing, all his idiosyncrasies come into play and he's a loud mouthed, question asking, goofball, more likely to get himself killed (by a team-mate) than get any real work done. It's a crap shoot on what mood he'll be in on a given day, but if he takes a shine to, or develops a soft spot for a person, they're more likely to bring out the later form of himself.
When it comes to working, or fighting as it's usually what his job entails, he's typically all business. A slide there, stab here, garrote there, and we're all set. He likes to win, so usually the focus will shift into: "Ok, how do I beat this loser so I can take a nap, or get back to having fun?" He doesn't take pleasure in killing per se, but if someone annoys him, and he genuinely believes they're more useful dead to him, then he has no problem shedding blood or taking a life. He prefers not to kill women, but won't hesitate, because they can be just as cruel as men. Children....let's just say he won't, given there is any other option.
the history,
»»mother:Shina Takashi
»»father:Hideki Takashi
»»siblings:Musho Takashi (sister, younger)
»»others:Rex (dog)
»»background: Ren has a typical enough childhood. Typical enough for any dirt poor family trying to make there way on this new planet. It wasn't like in the stories his parents passed down. It seemed harder than when people all lived on "Earth", but that was only speculation of course. His parents struggled and did their best to provide food and comforts for both him and his younger sister. His father took odd jobs around town, and their mother took on cleaning and cooking jobs, you know, maid type stuff. Not having time or money to waste, she often brought or smuggled her children into the jobs she had to work, minding them while trying her best to earn money.
During these day trips to people's houses, Ren, who was gifted with an active imagination and quick witted mind, felt it more useful to cause mischief than say, behave. He started playing "" on his mother and the house owners. Seeing how long he could hide before they found him, taking objects from the house day after day, seeing how long it took them to notice, seeing if he could sneak up on and scare or pick-pocket the owners, you know, fun stuff. Most of it was just due to boredom, and to see what he could do and get away with.
Luck seemed to change for them when his mother landed a steady job at an upper-class family's house. They let his family live in the back part of the house in exchange for his mother's services and everything seemed like it might turn out alright. That was until, the government got wind of the family's free aid of lower class families. The government was like any before it, a machine that needed it's citizens blood and money to stay well oiled and run "properly". Why should these families get a free ride? No one gets a free ride. Not on their watch. So the government busted in, and decided to shut the place down. His mother and father, resilient as they were, which he inherited from them, decided they wouldn't lay down like dogs. A pity, since the dogs are what were sicked upon them. A barrage of teeth and batons tore apart his family piece by piece as he watched, from his hiding spot in the closet. Mother, father, and soon discovered baby sister, all taken away in the blink of an eye. He figured he must have gotten good at hiding, because they never did find him.
After the loss of his family and only support from the family he took to wandering. He lived like a rat in the corners of the town, stealing what he needed to survive. Caught, more than once, he quickly learned he had a knack for defending himself, which quickly escalated into him out right initiating fights with other people, some for profit, others for fun. As he grew older he made his way from town to town, stealing his way into a small fortune. He used his funds to travel from place to place, moving on rumors of current happenings. He used what was left of his money to search out and learn from anyone willing to teach the use of a technique or piece of weaponry. After several years of nomadic traveling he was willing to wager there was a weapon he couldn't handle or figure out, and he knew that he'd learned enough to keep himself alive. Hearing about a rough shod crew of so called "pirates" docking in the next town over, he decided it was time to throw his old life away, and assume a new one. He was already a brigand and thief, why not make it official with a title, no?
the player,
»»alias:Demon~
»»age:21
»»contact:PM or c-box
»»rp sample:
Password:~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?: Refferal
" Feel the fire, he's entering the ring,
His mindset, he only knows how to win.
This foreign fighter will break you in two,
You will all feel this power! "
the basics,
»»character full name: Ren Takashi
»»age: 22
»»gender: male
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»position: First Mate, Yarg.
»»race: Human
»»alliance: pirate
»»powers: Imagination~
»»weapons: a 6 foot Yew Longbow, strung around shoulder and worn across his back, with a quiver of arrows.
2 Kukri machetes, kept strapped to his waist, and pulled out at the first sign of trouble. Spill blood, ask questions later.
Several small throwing darts, tipped with poisons.
the appearance,
»»eyes:Green
»»markings:Various scars run along his hands, arms, legs, feet, face, chest, back, and feet from years of scrapping and brawling. What's to be expected.
»»height:6'1"
»»weight:240 lbs
»»general appearance: Ren stands just over 6 feet tall, and has a muscled frame to his body. He's not overly burdened with muscles, so he's not what you would call bulky, but without a doubt he was fit. His body took on more of that toned shape of a runner than the bulk of say a football player. He has shoulder length hair, black being the natural color, but the front half is dyed white. His hair is naturally straight, but likes to style it messily up, the colors mixing in amongst themselves.
He's usually caught wearing his signature gray and white coat, which he stole many, many years ago, and has treasured since. His chain necklace and collar can also always been seen around his neck, and blazing red, hardened leather gloves about his hands, providing protection from both bow strings and knife blades. A set of black and combat boots completes his attire, seeing no need to wear much else. If you've ever met him you'd probably most remember his odd hair, green eyes, and smart ass grin. That's just Ren though.
the personality,
»»likes: Women. ~~ Ren has a weakness for the fairer sex, pursuing them with vigorous zeal. His luck with them, ahh well that's another story, but thrill of the chase and all, right? We'll see if "no" does mean no.
Sleeping ~~ If mortal sins had personifications, he could very well be Sloth. He loves curling up where the sun is shining, or in total darkness and snoozing the hours away. A cat nap is one thing, but wake him early from his needed sleep and you'll not be happy.
Weaponry ~~ Who would have ever guessed that a fighter would like weapons huh? Totally bizarre. He loves weapons, one and all, bladed, blunt, one handed or two, rocks, arrows, pellets, cannon balls! If he'd the patience he might've been an engineer, helping the ships blast each other to bits, but the fight was in his blood, and he'd make use of all these wonderful weapons to wreak his havoc.
»»dislikes: Loud Noises ~~ That's not to say any loud noise will set him off, but those overly, unnecessarily loud, or high pitched, obnoxious noises, now those will earn his rage, and right fast too.
Ignorance ~~ It's bad enough to be stupid, but must you spout out your idiocy to the rest of us? If you don't know anything about the subject, then shut the hell up.
Losing ~~ Who doesn't hate losing, right? It's not fun, and not many of us can do it gracefully. Ren's definitely not one of the graceful ones. He's accustom to winning, so failing or losing really gets under his skin.
»»strengths: Intelligence: Far from being the lumbering brute, Ren actually has a good brain in his head, and he uses his intelligence to lie, cheat, and steal his way to the top. He's won so many of his fights due to the ability to not only physically dominate his opponents, but to out-smart them too.
Adaptability: He quickly adapts to new ideas and situations and makes them his own in a way, to blend and move more smoothly amongst them, allowing him to come out on top, as opposed to being stuck fighting the change.
»»weaknesses: Curiosity: It killed the cat, and it's aiming at Ren next. He could have avoided a good number of fights by just keeping to himself, but that's not likely. He sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, but at least he's ready to defend himself.
In-ability to read others: He's not stupid, ..per se. But when he wraps his mind around a task, idea, or goal, sometimes it takes him a bit too long to let go of it. As adaptive as he is, when he focuses too much on something, he can often go to far, which gets him into trouble.
»»secrets:
»»general personality: Depending on the day Ren is two sides of the same coin. If he's in a calm mood, he's more like a Mercenary than anything else. He hurts people, wrecks things, does as he's told, and gets the job done. When he's in full swing, all his idiosyncrasies come into play and he's a loud mouthed, question asking, goofball, more likely to get himself killed (by a team-mate) than get any real work done. It's a crap shoot on what mood he'll be in on a given day, but if he takes a shine to, or develops a soft spot for a person, they're more likely to bring out the later form of himself.
When it comes to working, or fighting as it's usually what his job entails, he's typically all business. A slide there, stab here, garrote there, and we're all set. He likes to win, so usually the focus will shift into: "Ok, how do I beat this loser so I can take a nap, or get back to having fun?" He doesn't take pleasure in killing per se, but if someone annoys him, and he genuinely believes they're more useful dead to him, then he has no problem shedding blood or taking a life. He prefers not to kill women, but won't hesitate, because they can be just as cruel as men. Children....let's just say he won't, given there is any other option.
the history,
»»mother:Shina Takashi
»»father:Hideki Takashi
»»siblings:Musho Takashi (sister, younger)
»»others:Rex (dog)
»»background: Ren has a typical enough childhood. Typical enough for any dirt poor family trying to make there way on this new planet. It wasn't like in the stories his parents passed down. It seemed harder than when people all lived on "Earth", but that was only speculation of course. His parents struggled and did their best to provide food and comforts for both him and his younger sister. His father took odd jobs around town, and their mother took on cleaning and cooking jobs, you know, maid type stuff. Not having time or money to waste, she often brought or smuggled her children into the jobs she had to work, minding them while trying her best to earn money.
During these day trips to people's houses, Ren, who was gifted with an active imagination and quick witted mind, felt it more useful to cause mischief than say, behave. He started playing "" on his mother and the house owners. Seeing how long he could hide before they found him, taking objects from the house day after day, seeing how long it took them to notice, seeing if he could sneak up on and scare or pick-pocket the owners, you know, fun stuff. Most of it was just due to boredom, and to see what he could do and get away with.
Luck seemed to change for them when his mother landed a steady job at an upper-class family's house. They let his family live in the back part of the house in exchange for his mother's services and everything seemed like it might turn out alright. That was until, the government got wind of the family's free aid of lower class families. The government was like any before it, a machine that needed it's citizens blood and money to stay well oiled and run "properly". Why should these families get a free ride? No one gets a free ride. Not on their watch. So the government busted in, and decided to shut the place down. His mother and father, resilient as they were, which he inherited from them, decided they wouldn't lay down like dogs. A pity, since the dogs are what were sicked upon them. A barrage of teeth and batons tore apart his family piece by piece as he watched, from his hiding spot in the closet. Mother, father, and soon discovered baby sister, all taken away in the blink of an eye. He figured he must have gotten good at hiding, because they never did find him.
After the loss of his family and only support from the family he took to wandering. He lived like a rat in the corners of the town, stealing what he needed to survive. Caught, more than once, he quickly learned he had a knack for defending himself, which quickly escalated into him out right initiating fights with other people, some for profit, others for fun. As he grew older he made his way from town to town, stealing his way into a small fortune. He used his funds to travel from place to place, moving on rumors of current happenings. He used what was left of his money to search out and learn from anyone willing to teach the use of a technique or piece of weaponry. After several years of nomadic traveling he was willing to wager there was a weapon he couldn't handle or figure out, and he knew that he'd learned enough to keep himself alive. Hearing about a rough shod crew of so called "pirates" docking in the next town over, he decided it was time to throw his old life away, and assume a new one. He was already a brigand and thief, why not make it official with a title, no?
the player,
»»alias:Demon~
»»age:21
»»contact:PM or c-box
»»rp sample:
The floorboards creaked quietly, letting out a varied pattern of moans as his feet slid along the hardwood floor. Hardwood floors, bane of his existence. Bane of anyone tasked with stealing something from a house with them. Step - creak, step - creak, on and on the tango of sound went as he makes his way along the wall of the attic, eyes squinted, peering out for his target. Scaling the side of the old house had been easy, it was still in good enough shape to hold up, and had survived his arrival. The window was unlocked, after all who would think they'd need to lock a window 3 stories in the air? Who'd be dumb enough to ever use it? It turns out, Ren was, and did so. He pulls out his lighter, flicking it to life with a snap of the wheel.
The light danced across his face as he pulls out a small folded up note with a photo attached. Small wooden case, should be in the corner of the attic, said to be buried in a clothing chest. Of course it would be. Why did people think hiding things in a clothed trunk made them safer? It was so damn cliched it almost screams LOOK HERE, he figured. Another step, greeted by a creek as he skulks around the room. Corner...corner...corner....he mumbles as he scans the room. He spies a large pile of boxes in the corner adjacent from him and so she shuffles over to it quietly. Slowly, meticulously, he peels the boxes away, tipping them over, laying them down without a sound. He slides the last box away to reveal a well worn and dusty old chest. Jackpot
He runs his fingers over the lid, fingers unlatching the claps on the lid and slowly raising it open. He tosses the lid back with a small :thud: before tossing the contents about. He hurls coats, pants, bras, shirts and various clothes about the room in disarray, eyes scanning the contents. Finally his fingers meet solid mass as he grips it in his hand. He pulls out a small metallic box, with a unique shaped latch and lock on the front. He pulls on it, trying to wrench it open. It was tough, but he figured with it's age he probably could have snapped the lock off, but that would be a waste of a box, and an unnecessary strain on his muscles. It was times like this he wished he'd remembered to always, ALWAYS carry his lucky skellington key on him. It didn't open every lock like in the rumors, but hey, it worked a hell of a lot for some random key he's swiped from a pawn shop.
Silently, expertly a knife slides from his sleeve into his hands. He tilts the blade into the key hole and jimmies the blade around, feeling around for the sweet spot. A moment later a small :click: is heard, and the latch pops up. A wry grin spreads across his face as he stands up, sliding the knife back into his pocket and turning to walk back towards the window. He opens the lid to examine the contents as he slides along the floorboards below. In the light spilled from the moon when he reaches the window his eyes are greeted with a flash and glimmer of deep green. An emerald, the size of a baby's fist, dangling from a solid gold chain. Expensive, flashy, horde-able, just the style for a pirate. This is what he was hear to steal alright. Another smile on his face as he stuffs the box and necklace into his coat pocket. As he swings himself out of the window and onto the ledge and back down the side of the house he can't help but laugh. Having him steal jewelery, how woman like indeed. Hopefully this would put her in good spirits and convince her to let him join her crew. He didn't know much, but knew straight away that she was a quirky one this Captain Sankari. Quirky indeed. Maybe this lovely little trinket would win her over, and maybe he'd have his first friend in a long while. Maybe, just maybe.
The light danced across his face as he pulls out a small folded up note with a photo attached. Small wooden case, should be in the corner of the attic, said to be buried in a clothing chest. Of course it would be. Why did people think hiding things in a clothed trunk made them safer? It was so damn cliched it almost screams LOOK HERE, he figured. Another step, greeted by a creek as he skulks around the room. Corner...corner...corner....he mumbles as he scans the room. He spies a large pile of boxes in the corner adjacent from him and so she shuffles over to it quietly. Slowly, meticulously, he peels the boxes away, tipping them over, laying them down without a sound. He slides the last box away to reveal a well worn and dusty old chest. Jackpot
He runs his fingers over the lid, fingers unlatching the claps on the lid and slowly raising it open. He tosses the lid back with a small :thud: before tossing the contents about. He hurls coats, pants, bras, shirts and various clothes about the room in disarray, eyes scanning the contents. Finally his fingers meet solid mass as he grips it in his hand. He pulls out a small metallic box, with a unique shaped latch and lock on the front. He pulls on it, trying to wrench it open. It was tough, but he figured with it's age he probably could have snapped the lock off, but that would be a waste of a box, and an unnecessary strain on his muscles. It was times like this he wished he'd remembered to always, ALWAYS carry his lucky skellington key on him. It didn't open every lock like in the rumors, but hey, it worked a hell of a lot for some random key he's swiped from a pawn shop.
Silently, expertly a knife slides from his sleeve into his hands. He tilts the blade into the key hole and jimmies the blade around, feeling around for the sweet spot. A moment later a small :click: is heard, and the latch pops up. A wry grin spreads across his face as he stands up, sliding the knife back into his pocket and turning to walk back towards the window. He opens the lid to examine the contents as he slides along the floorboards below. In the light spilled from the moon when he reaches the window his eyes are greeted with a flash and glimmer of deep green. An emerald, the size of a baby's fist, dangling from a solid gold chain. Expensive, flashy, horde-able, just the style for a pirate. This is what he was hear to steal alright. Another smile on his face as he stuffs the box and necklace into his coat pocket. As he swings himself out of the window and onto the ledge and back down the side of the house he can't help but laugh. Having him steal jewelery, how woman like indeed. Hopefully this would put her in good spirits and convince her to let him join her crew. He didn't know much, but knew straight away that she was a quirky one this Captain Sankari. Quirky indeed. Maybe this lovely little trinket would win her over, and maybe he'd have his first friend in a long while. Maybe, just maybe.
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