Post by Kobushi Kyoumou on Jun 26, 2011 5:05:22 GMT -5
Name:
Kobushi Kyoumou - Knuckles (Nickname)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 15th
Height: 6 ft 1 in
Weight: 189 lb.
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Brown
Constitution -
-Strength: 30 [His physical strength is honed to the extreme, due to years of training and street-fighting, his overall physical strength in normal human terms, can easily dent metal]
-Endurance: 30 [His equally powerful will to live, is strong, he can take assaults like bullets and blunt weaponry and shrug them off, in normal terms. He has faced numerous gangs by himself, and came out bloodied and bruised but not beaten.]
Dexterity
-Agility: 20 [He can keep up with those who think they are fast, in normal terms, he uses this in order to catch small bastards who have agility on their side]
-Accuracy: 20 [Not the most accurate individual, he can however aim well at close-range with his fists]
Fullbring
-Offensive: 25 [Made for offense, his fullbring will be one that optimizes his own willingness to do battle, and his overall fighting capabilities with his physical body.]
-Defensive: 5 [Defense, what defense, he's all out attack, good ol' brute force]
Perception
-Intelligence: 10 [Not the smartest person, not one for planning but just taking things to the limit. He may not even know someone called him an idiot if they don't use the actual word.]
-Concentration: 10 [ (don't really know if this means actual willpower but...), he is able to break through low powered bindings with little effort.]
Presence
-Charisma: 10 [He is not really that friendly, he is more along the lines of fighting for his own purposes than to save someone he doesn't know, and he talks more with his fists than intelligence]
-Leadership: 5 [His role is to fight, no need for subordinates, he doesn't want to rule.]
Appearance:
Knuckles
An incredibly athletic young male, who is undoubtedly strong as well. Having a signature tattoo on his arm, he is easily recognizable to the people that know him as "Knuckles", a strong delinquent who has fought many battles. He also has dark red spiky hair, and small black pupils. Usually seen grinning and minding his own business on occasion, though he has the ability to sense strong people (a natural ability because of his constant fighting).
He has cream skin, and is a tall individual, buff and strong. He has various scars on his body, being on his fists and on his eyebrow. He usually wears his school uniform, even when out of school. Sometimes he is seen with a yellow tank-top on, and dark blue shorts. He is a well-toned and strong; 6"1', 189 pounds. When in a fight, his teeth usually have a large sharp grin, though this is more for comical effect, or for showing of the fierceness of a fight.
While outside of fighting, he is usually one to seem calm and poised with a not so obvious bored look. Usually serene, he is very calm, even if stupid. This happens more often than not in school, which he isn't truly interested in, thus people think he is a different person. When he hears a rumor about something interesting, his true face shows up in an instant, and he begins to seem less calm and more excited. His body tenses up to the fact that he finally found something to do, thus his muscles begin to bulge, making him seem bigger than usual.
Usually, his body language makes people stay away from him. Charged with the ability to easily scare people, he is regarded as a delinquent in looks. He also wears a cloth (which is special to him in a sense) that he wraps on his arm whenever he fights, he remembers the first ever battle he ever fought and thus stains it in the blood he has from that battle. He always keeps it on his person, and holds it in his back pocket when he doesn't use it.
Personality:
A person that likes to play around more than be serious, he is usually somebody who plays with the people he is fighting rather than actually fight with them. An incredibly powerful spirit and drive when he sees something he wants, he is absolutely ruthless in trying to obtain it, though this is less because he is devious and more because he usually has a one-track mind. He does however take great pride in his abilities, and is known for his exceptional physical abilities. However, he often comments that he is not a prodigy on this subject and is more a trainer, knowing the means of hardwork.
He isn't above using his abilities to gain him fortitude or using status in order to do something easier, though he is also unafraid to do anything of difficulty, making him agreeable with options. Usually, he is courageous, though smart not to run into a battle. He loves to have a fight, having a large smirk each time he can use his skills whether it is a life-or-death situation or a spar, he does so with full power. Laziness, does happen to linger around him, when not truly motivated. He is also someone who thinks that he should devote his entire life into beating someone, thus he isn't one to hold many grudges. He is also not above flirting, though is usually known for being corny when trying to woo females.
He can be a jerk, easily, not wanting to help someone, laying back and watching the action unfold in front of him. His recklessness takes it up to a whole new level, as he is used to fighting by himself, and isn't one to rely on allies to help him. He also understands pride well, and has pride when pride is due, and is not a person who fights others battles for them. If he may need to bend any rules he shall, he may not even follow the orders of a person of powers decree decree if he sees fit. He thinks on living his life to the fullest, whether enjoying, going in adventures, or having to pursue his own way of life in situations he shall. Voicing his own opinions towards people also allows for him to be free to speak, even when people think that the words are too harsh.
Often he can be seen laughing or joking around. He also can produce grand vulgarity, and is not above trash-talking others. He doesn't care about what others do, and as such isn't someone who takes up leadership, and doesn't plan to be followed. He prefers fighting alone than with others, and is someone who loves the fight more than the actual cause. Thus, he is more-so a battle monger, or someone who lives to fight. He is also not above scaring others, and has a very strong sense of blood-lust.
Strengths:
His fighting style is a rigid brutal force, which he uses for intimidation and strength purposes. He possesses an immediate threat to anyone he faces and has shown a strong willingness to fight, even at the expense of his own body. In other words, he is like a demon towards someone he fights against, someone that just won't die under normal pretenses. He is use to battles, and knows that life and death are the situations each person goes through. So forth, he holds his fist, and talks with his fist. He is a brawler, using whatever means to win he needs.
Weaknesses: His own strength is his greatest weakness. He fights with his own body, thus, whatever damage his body takes during the battle, he shrugs off and tries to keep fighting. However, accumulating damage can lead to loss of blood, and that can literally destroy him for later fights. He also has no care for whoever gets in his way, and is thus reckless, willing to fight allies if they get in his way. He fights alone, has no leadership skills, and relies on sheer brute strength to bring down the enemy. He is regarded as a Hollow in this mentality. He doesn't use much in long-range attacks, and thus he can only really use close-range to its maximum power.
Fullbring Name: Blazing Fist
Fullbring Focus: Ragged Cloth (Bloodied)
Fullbring Description:
A piece of his shirt ripped from one of his earliest battles, that he never let go for it was his first major street-fighting victory. Though torn, it produced the effect that allows him to remember where he came from as a brawler during the early days, and thus tied it around his arm. Each time he has battle, he has wiped blood from his body on it to commemorate the event, thus it is red even though it should be white. The cloth is tied tightly, and was made from a large shirt, so its capable of fitting his arm.
When activated, a flame appears on the side of his arm, which represents the flame of his fighting spirit, incarnate with its fierce power. While having this power active it doesn't release a true flame, but a spiritual flame (similar to will-o-wisps as the flame is not hot). Which is seen on the side of his arm. He also gains flaming fists, and dark orbs around his wrists, five on each. These hold special powers connected to him.
Technique Name: Counter - Kaunta
Technique Category: Offensive
Technique Range: Close
Technique Description:
The ability he has called his power is counter, the ability to release power through gaining damage from opponents. Taking a hit generally leads to gaining more of these orbs. The more hits he takes, the more fiery orbs he gains. With this ability, it allows him to build up the power from the orbs, in which case he can use them for an explosive counterattack against opponents. He can use one orb for a powerful impact, five orbs for an extremely powerful impact and all ten orbs for a devastating impact. Even while blocking against attacks, the power still grows from each blow.
If one synchronized powerful attack is used, the damage is one explosive move, thus it counts as one orb, no matter how much damage it actually does. Also, the user must keep taking attacks to gain damage, though he can gain it by having small scrapes across from the attacking blows, the user must take them, which means his endurance will have to withstand multiple assaults. He can not use in between the recommended number of orbs for an attack, they must be 1, 5, or 10 orbs to produce the attacks needed for the impact power.
The maximum amount of orbs is also ten (5 on each arm). Also each time the powers are disengaged, the number of orbs that are activated are rest.
History:
A young man, whose life remains that of a fierce predator, searching for his own strength. However, everyone has their beginnings, what was his?
Born from his mothers womb, being saved by the fact that it was only a small wound a scar showing at her hip and ribs. He had been born into this world, with the ability to see spirits at a young age. With this, people thought he was actually looking for imaginary friends. Though in reality, he was speaking and interacting with spirits.
Growing up was tough for someone like him, seen as a weirdo who was disliked by his peers he grew into an angry soul. Thus would start his rampage of the soul, within the second grade, tired of being pushed around, his fist would resound. Taking fights to the peers that would mess with him, at a young age he would wield an iron fist in school. His teachers and his parents were concerned at such a thing.
His father would begin to take him to boxing classes, to decrease his anger issues, this would not work. He would only become stronger, learning the ways of battle in the process, being able to build his muscle and fight. He would be a mean contender, and by his parents was forced out of boxing at the age of eleven. He would set his sites on the streets. His lust for battle would take to the streets. It was within this time he would gain his bloodstained cloth, which he kept as a memento of all his fights.
He was known as a ruthless fighter, who could fight with the best with them. His legend would grow as he would gain the nickname of "Knuckles", so would his strength, taking on gangs and strong fighters and winning each of his fights. He would seem unbeatable, his stamina, his ruthlessness and his will were all strong. Until meeting against an opponent that he hadn't counted upon, a spiritual being known as a Hollow.
Within this battle, he would fight fiercely, his strong aura of power guiding the creature to him. Within the fourth hour of his supposed defeat, the power would activate under a fierce and willful lust for more strength. Taking an attack from the creature one of the orbs would ignite for an attack, the punch would be so strong, he would destroy the creatures head with a single punch. A new found power would be borne.
Seeing his ability to fight, and the seeming fierceness of his eyes and ability, the Fullbring cult used his ability of being delinquent as a way to get him in the cult. All that was needed to be said was he would be able to fight stronger opponents, and he went with it. And with that, Knuckles joined into the cult with little to no fight.
RP Sample: The use of whatever means you may have around you, the power to decide whether to attack with something completely different or to attack with the forces own way of assault. That is the way to fight, to flow like water, to never stop learning, to always utilize creativity. For that is the way of life, to become something that no one else can predict, to make use of your own opponents strengths and weaknesses for your own benefit. This. is. Jeet Kune Do...
"HA!" The waves of a scream would pierce the skies, with the power of his foot going across the rock, switching his foot in order to attack with his fist going deeply into the rock. Struggling to gain the momentum needed in order to test out a new ability. Straightening himself, backing his foot away with a yelp, he would sway another punch forward growling loudly. "I just can't get that move, One Inch is amazingly difficult..." He took back his stance, placing his arms into position, he would silently gaze at the rock.
The training had taken almost all of his time in order to do, it was one of the things he hated, in regards to his fathers methods. Though, effective they were punishing on his sleeping and resting methods. Couldn't he get more than just a single day off, it wasn't really fair, just because he beat up a couple of guys for harassing a female. Actually, it was because of the fee that needed to be paid for all the damages, but still. He was dead tired though, but that was because his father made him act double time.
Grasping an item from his pocket, he would lay on his back, a red juicy apple was in his firm grasp taking a bite. He laughed a bit, the situation he had gotten himself in, though he never actually lied to his father... OK once, but after that, he could never lie again. "Lying eh, double the training..." He said, it was kinda evil of him, sometimes, Knuckles wondered who the real "Demon" was, the monsters he had to fight or his father. Sometimes, he truly didn't know.
Making a considerable amount of bite marks in the apple, it had been fifteen minutes since the young male had laid. But now, he was going to try and start train once more. His hands went towards the back of his head, popping with his arms to build up the power and stand-up straight. Tapping his feet against the ground, he would begin once more, taking a step towards the rock, his rugged fist would go against the hard stone, a few fist prints engraved in the rock. The eyes he would use would become focused once more, he would take a pose, sighing, he would then focus an incredible amount of inner power. "WAH!" The punch went forward, an intense amount of strength would break straight through such a structure.
The stones would crumble, as he laughed, the excitement building forward into his screaming of happiness and cheers. "HELL YEAH!" A forward flip would produce a powerful step as he chuckled. "The One Inch Punch ain't simple, but this is awesome, its taken me two months dammit!" Raising his fists to the air, he would laugh once again.
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