Post by Fiuth on Oct 16, 2009 20:37:53 GMT -5
The Player
[/size]OOC Name:
Fiuth
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Other Characters:
Not yet
The Character
[/size]Name:
Fiuth Karesawa
Aliases:
Wordless Killer
Age:
48 years Old
Species:
Human
Planet of Origin:
Earth
Gender:
Male
Current Standing:
Rising Battlesquare Fighter And Member of Assassin's Guild
Detailed Appearance:
Fiuth is a normal human, no enhancements, no changes. He is an average, unassuming height of 5' 7" that makes him smaller than most of his opponents. Most of his height is in his legs, giving him an almost spider look when coupled with his slim build. He does look skinny, but he is very lean. He has very ropy muscle that is perfect for a dancer, or a martial artist.
Fiuth has steel gray hair that drapes over his head in an unorganized mess; although he sometimes has trouble with it falling over his goldenrod eyes. He rather doesn't care about his looks, however. A complicated 3-part tattoo is imprinted over his right eye. Over his eye is a tribal 'A' on top of his eyelid is a maori-style eye that has cross-hairs, and underneath his eye is a tribal style 'Y'. All of that is in black ink that contrasts greatly with his literal pasty white skin. He doesn't get out much.
He has three different outfits that have different functions. His first is what he wears when he walks around the city. Its a cream trench-coat that has a white stemmed heart pattern on black on collar. It usually hangs open, revealing a white button up under a black leather weaved vest. The shirt is tucked in a pair of khaki cargo pants that are held on by a simple black belt with silver fastenings. The finish of his first outfit is some plain black leather, steel-toed shoes and black socks that go halfway up his shin.
The second is his dressy outfit, what he wears when he wants too look nice. He usually wears a black and gray pinstripe, double-breasted suit with black dress shoes, a white dress shirt, and a maroon tie that is cross-striped with navy.
His third outfit is his battle outfit. He has a normal white cotton long-sleeve shirt and black cotton pants for the first layer. Over that goes a black doublet that is open down to the light gray, broad sash over the padded black pants. Over the pants go black leather boots that go halfway to the knee with straps up the length. The finishing touches are some light armor over the shoulders, arms, legs, chest, and a helmet with a faceplate. The armor and faceplate are slightly insectoid in appearance.. Although the vambraces seem bigger than they should, because they are his primary weapons. Blades that come out through medium impact are hidden through those devices. They can be re-primed with a slide button on top. Simple leather gloves with extra padding on the knuckles are the last.
Strengths:
- Very fast and agile
- Intuitive
- Loyal and obedient
Weaknesses:
- Very cold-blooded
- Very awkward socially
- Gets clumsy and tongue-tied around women.
Personality:
When it comes to Fiuth, you find the cliched cold blooded killer.He will finish off his opponent if required, but won't argue if mercy must be given. He will obey any orders with unquestioning loyalty, however. He will speak only when it is absolutely necessary, and only with as few words as possible, preferring to suit actions over the spoken word. Now, he isn't the strong silent type that is a brainless robot without any opinions or ideals of his own. He just doesn't express any of his ideals for the world to see. If you wrong him, he will take a while, but he WILL get you back almost tenfold. He doesn't like the killing of innocents or women, and he makes sure that his employer knows that.
Fiuth has formed an unusual friendship with his Battlesquare Manager, Tobinawa Karasue. Only with him will the killer open up and speak for any length of time. It has even gotten to where Fiuth is Tobinawa’s Main bodyguard, and he performs that job with ruthless efficiency, destroying any possible would-be assassin.
In his membership to the Assassin’s guild, he mainly kills. Not that he enjoys it, but because he is good at what he does. Sabotage, Espionage, Assassinations; he meets them all with the same, uncaring and unbiased view.
As for a social life, he has none. He finds the conversations of everyday people tedious and petty, pertaining only to gossip or fashion. He despises both. He does spend some of his evenings with his manager, but not to public places. Also, he is very teenage-awkward with the female gender. If she is in anyway his ideal, he will not be able to move as smoothly or speak as smoothly as he usually does. It is an inexplicable phenomenon, and he is currently getting doctors of the mind to study this event.
Prized Possessions:
Fiuth does have his impact blades, which are his own invention. They are contraptions that fit closely to the forarm with a slide switch on top. The blades, when sprung will stay out, and they are steel blades that resemble shortened thickened katanas. He also has a rectangular token around his neck that has the first initial of every single one of his martial arts instructors in the arts native language/size]
History:
Fiuth was born to two very angry parents. Although they lived on a peaceful satellite city, they disagreed about everything. When baby Fiuth was born to more screaming and yelling. At the tender age of 5 years, his father killed his mother in cold-blood in front of his eyes. The enraged man then turned the knife upon himself, and died before the young boy. Covered in his parents' still warm blood, the young child ran from his house sobbing, blind to the tall dark man. When Fiuth ran into his leg and fell down, Dezarius adopted the boy and taught him Judo. Fiuth managed to learn the basics of both Japanese and Brazilian Judo before Dezarius transferred him to a Kung-fu instructor. It was in such a way that Fiuth learned karate, ninjutsu, and kickboxing. Unfortunately, each of his instructors taught him only the technique and discipline of their callings, not the ethics. The consequence was that Fiuth grew up to still reeling emotions about violence and anger.
It was as such, that he found himself in Touchdown, in front of the Battlesquare building with an application in his hand. He had joined the Assassin's guild, and that is where they wanted him to be most. He was quickly tested, then put in the crowd of waiting fighters. Before he knew it, he was chosen for Tobinawa's Battlegroup. At first he only killed to release the memory of his childhood. Soon he killed because Tobinawa asked it of him.
Roleplay Sample:
The howl of the wolf made the hairs stand up on the back of Raul's neck as he nervously fingered his dagger's blade. The cold wind sliced through to his soul, and he pulled the cloak tighter in a vain attempt to seize some warmth for himself. He cast a hurried glance at sister moon, but she hadn't moved hardly. He wiped some sweat off his brow. This was not good, his target was late.
"Well. Waiting for something, are we?" The poor kid jumped out of his skin as he turned around. Standing there, brazen in his bronze armor was the Champion of Arelazia; Carserous. Raul went ashen as he realized the likelihood of his remaining lifespan lasting more than a few minutes. Then he noticed his target striding up behind Carserous. He might just salvage this mission yet. With a yell, Raul launched himself at the prince, dagger upraised. He never came close.
"Another assassin from your brother, My Lord." Carserous wiped his sword on the corpse's cloak. Following a sudden urge, the man turned the body over. "Damn it. He's just a kid."
"What do you expect. My dear brother grows desperate. Its been a month and Father hasn't chosen his heir. You'd think that he would take more care with the proficiency of his hired daggers, though." Malel looked down at the body. "Find this boy's family, and send him there with my sincere regrets, would you?"
The bronze bodyguard nodded. "It shall be done, sir." With a click, the long-sword was sheathed, and Carserous picked up the body with a grunt of effort. Malel nodded at the knight, and turned back to his horses. Something seemed remiss though. With a cold chill racing up his spine, he faced the forest. He caught a glimpse of Lady Night, and then nothing. It was a bad omen. Malel was going to die. He turned to his bodyguard, but Carserous was busy fastening the body to his charger. He looked back at the woods, but didn't see another glimpse of the phantom lady. Was it just nerves from the assassination attempt? It must be. He climbed on his own horse and set off for his sanctuary, the only place in all of Arelazia that he was safe from the vile machinations and evil schemes of his brothers. Or so he hoped. It wouldn't remain as such for long. Already his brothers were banding against him, of all people. Away the hope that they would kill off themselves.
"Are you alright?" Carserous brought his charger up to pace Malel and was currently looking at him, concern written all over his scarred face.
"As much as one could be after facing his brother's wrath and watching a young boy die."
Carserous gave a sympathetic look. " It will all be over soon, My lord. Surely the king will choose an heir, and you will be free from your siblings' plots."
Malel gave a weak laugh. "It may not be soon enough to save my life."
