Post by Ryusei on Feb 18, 2012 22:33:53 GMT -5
[Ryusei]
[Ryu]
Played By: Ryusei
[Ryu]
Played By: Ryusei
Physical Characteristics
Apparent Age:
19
Actual Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Height:
5 ft. 7 in.
Weight:
148 lb.
Appearance:
Ryusei is a human, a person that came from the island Fashiko known for its incredible grasp of martial arts, now known as "cannibalistic". As a result, Ryusei is a martial artist, and is prone to strong and stubborn natures and battle-thirsty combat tactics. His fists have scars and nicks on them to show for this as he practices boxing/pugilism.
He has spiky black short hair that can be changed to different shapes and curves, and can be changed easily from spiky to divided in an instant due to a special gel he sues from the island. Brown eyes also stem with his mostly childish "baby-face", being one of the more good looking individuals in the tribe, though his face does seem "tough" still as he hasn't gained scars on it but has been punched a great deal of times. His face is usually in a sort of "stupid" expression in which case he seems calm or happy mostly.
His body type is lean, and fit, and can be considered athletic as well. Along with his body weight which is somewhere around 120 to 140 pounds or nine to ten stone in weight. He is also five foot, seven inches in height. His muscles don't have much in definition compared to some of the inhabitants of the island he is from, but he does have powerful muscles that show more definition than the regular human body. Due to boxing, he also has powerful hard legs.
Usually he wears clothing like a sleeveless gi without an undershirt, with a v-shaped collar showing his lean body. He also wears a pair of baggy pants held up by a red haramaki (a special sash said to hold in organs during combat and as a "belly warmer"). He also wears sandal-like shoes with a covering over his toes to the front.
Behavioral Characteristics
Personality:
Ryusei is a person that has a willful and powerful spirit and great amounts of vigor and enthusiasm. He is someone happy to help you if it's for the right cause and not afraid to voice his opinions against the odds of others. He is someone that is honest but can be extremely blunt not knowing how to hold his tongue very well and voices his like or dislike of something in an instant. He is not always very serious, and is someone who likes to joke around outside of combat or serious situations, and even sometimes while within serious situations to lighten the mood.
Ryusei loves to practice his boxing, and is someone who aspires to become a master fighter and the best in the world perhaps the universe. This aspiration has led to him having an ironclad drive and spirit far beyond the average person. He takes great pride in his training, and never jokes when he says he wants to get stronger. He also takes combat seriously and doesn't hold back well. He also takes great care of his fists and is a powerful boxer.
Ryusei doesn't express his inner feelings well, and isn't someone that knows how to talk to women or loved ones with his emotions properly, preferring to let his actions show instead of his words. He also doesn't understand subtle disturbances in others emotions either making him less than proper in relationships deeper than friendship and family, like love and hate (though he can still feel them and not know why he is). This happens even if he has a deep respect towards the people he is talking to.
He isn't one to be affected by idle threats easily, and pushes the limits of what he does if he feels he needs to. He is actively competitive and won't hesitate to make up a challenge towards enemies and comrades alike.
Ryusei dislikes cold weather, preferring warm and summer weather instead. He also doesn't like extremely sour foods (like lemons) and hates nagging people. He is also an intelligent individual despite his innate rude and blunt natures, and is able to think up effective strategies and methods of battle that suit him, he also understands machinery and systems well enough that he isn't a complete idiot in their use. He also prefers using hand to hand combat, as he prides his ability to fight in close-range.
Likes:
Ryusei likes boxing and aspires to be one of the greatest fighters whoever lived using this art. He dedicates his time and training to develop his footwork, instinct, speed and power to become the perfect boxer and since he wants to become the best, he must beat other strong oppositions, and become a more complete fighter. He also likes warm weather and hates snowy islands or staying out in the cold for too long, this is just due to personal preference as such he wears heavy clothing on snowy or cold islands. Fighting to its fullest degree is one of his easiest likes, he likes to push his limits forward and not to allow himself to falter in combat, driving himself forward. He isn’t someone who likes to hold back against anyone and thus is seen as highly reckless towards friend or foes.
Dislikes:
He severely dislikes people that are reckless towards innocent people, placing those not in the situations in harm’s way, he gets incredibly angered if anyone that wasn’t a part of the battle or can’t defend themselves is attacked and doesn’t take too kindly to oppressive individuals and will attack them. He hates cold places and places on layers upon layers of clothing in order to keep himself warm resulting in some funny instances. He also hates to reveal his feelings and can’t really express himself well due to his tough outer shell, it doesn’t mean he can’t have fun he’s also someone that likes joking around, however deeper relationships like love, or deep-seated hatred don’t really get him in understanding.
Strengths:
He has an incredible boxers’ sense and a knack for using his skills to their fullest extent in combat. He deals in all areas, and is well-versed in power, speed and technique. He also lives for the ability to become much stronger and is someone who takes pride in his ability to be a skillful close-combatant though he only uses his fists and opponents may have a lot more freedom, this all came from his will to work hard and he is not a genius as it took him far too long to grow this adept at boxing to be one. He has an intense will and fighting spirit within battle and loves it when he is fighting head-on for his life as he uses this to decrease his limitations and increase his power.
He cherishes those he considers friends and comrades and is loyal to a fault towards them, he will do anything he can to help in situations with them due to his trust in their actions even if they are seemingly illegal, he also holds his own brand of “Gray” Justice, which means one side can be good in their own way just like one side can be bad in their own way. This means that not all pirates are inherently bad, just as not all marines are inherently good.
Weaknesses:
He is reckless, to the point where he can sometimes do more harm than good in situations. Examples include if he spars with someone, his ability to negate his limits in combat and attacks with a great deal of his physical power making him someone not too safe to spar with or someone that isn’t good for “soft” jobs. He isn’t one to use the weaknesses of his opponents unless he inflicts the wounds himself, and though he is reckless, he doesn’t attack people when they have hostages unless he knows he can save them.
He also has a great deal of pride in his close-range combative skills and has no ability in wielding weapons of any kind, though he can make up strategies to beat them, and has does not use his legs lest for agility and footwork skills. He also has a very stubborn mindset, and will fight in the thick of combat, and doesn’t seem to understand running away unless there is good reason to.
Fears:
Losing his fists, his fists are his most important assets in life and he cherishes them, he is not scared of punching something that is harder than his fists however. A true peacetime, where there is no fighting or violence, this is something in a psychological sense because if there is a true peace time, his fists will have no meaning.
Affiliation: Marine
Affinity: Chaotic Good
Rank: Warrior
Level: D
Marine Rank: Ensign
Biographical Information
Profession: Warrior, Navigator
Hometown: Karate Island.
History:
Ryuusei was born within the South Blue, in which his birth place is unknown.A boy who was ship-wrecked during a storm with his parents, in which he was left for dead in order for them to gain their own safety they died right in front of him during a perilous storm in which he almost perished as well, saved by a stroke of luck in being shipwrecked on a mystical island where martial arts was supreme and fighting ran rampant. Fashiko Island.
On this island he was found by a tribe that used their fists and thought that fists were the supreme in battle. He began to learn their skills, abilities and ways of life such as combat, and as he became more and more adept in his fighting skills, he would also treat them as he would family in the way he cared about them. He also gained their lusts for combat and gaining more power. Though table manners were out of the question for him.
As this young man grew from the constant battles, and hard training he made himself endure, he would create things such as stances with the help of the other pugilists of his tribe. Taking extra care of the four basic punches that he would teach such as the straight, the jab, the hook and the uppercut as well as posturing and footwork. And as the battle art became more refined, so too did the combative art of pugilism turn to boxing. Ryusei became one of the stronger combatants of this art in his clan, due to him placing special attention in his training.
As he got older, he would want to know what lied beyond the shores of Fashiko. And would learn navigation from one of his comrades in the Pugilist Tribe. With these skills he would row a boat into the next town after saying goodbye to his family. Reaching Firmdi Island, he would witness a combative situation between a marine and a pirate and after the marine had captured the pirate, he'd ask where he could sign-up so he could also become apart of the marines.
After a bit of testing and entrance exams over the course of a month, while working and showing his skills to the villagers of the Firmdi, he made his way to becoming a marine on a whim. He would go back to the island and once more say goodbye going back to Firmdi in order to finally become part of the marines, in which he was instated as an "Ensign".
Relationships: No.
Relatives: None.
Possessions and Weaponry
Everyday Items: -
Other Items: -
Weapons: What Weapons do they Own? (Nothing Custom Yet, check the Basic Weapon Store)
Devil Fruit:
Name: -
Type: -
Rank: -
Fruit Appearance: -
Powers Given: -
Abilities and Battle Information
Total Bonus Points: 6
Total Spent Bonus Points: 5
- Current Skills:
- Strength Training (+15 Strength)
- Endurance Training (+15 Endurance)
- Willpower Training (+15 Willpower)
- Master Warrior (+50 STP)
- Speed Training (+15 Speed)
- Strength Training (+15 Strength)
- Current Racial Bonuses:
- Human (Can Eat a Devil Fruit)
Total Stat Points: 130
Total Spent Stat Points: Fill Out by Staff
- Strength: 45 (30+15)
- Speed: 35 (20+15)
- Endurance: 40 (25+15)
- Willpower: 45 (30+15)
- Accuracy: 25
- Stamina: 650
Roleplay Sample:
My fists were on fire as I began to punch the air with incredible vigor, the weight of my hands becoming more apparent as I started to think on what my life would become and what I needed to accomplish in the mist of these last few years. The relentless training of the days when I felt that these fists could accomplish anything and that nothing was out of my reach. This was my true calling, the calling to become something greater, to be all I could be. I aspired to be like him, that man that led me to be within the marines.
As my fists hit against the leather, my arms began to sweat vigorously, in anticipation that tomorrow would be what I wanted it to be all along, the greatest day of my life. My skin tingled all over, as the soft winds of the outside went against my body. I pushed my fist against the bag as I began to pummel it with a few jabs and then a single hook, my leg pressed tightly as my foot pressed powerfully into the ground. Twisting my hips, I could feel the energy build inside my fist as I built up power within a straight punch, I'd land my fist into the bag, and release extreme force, almost sending the bag away with my almighty punch, with only the overly large and strong chain keeping it in place.
"That felt good."
I said to myself, taking a glance at my fist for but a moment, my eyes closed as I realized all the memories of both my training. The good and the bad of those memories flowed through me. A wide smile pierced my lips as I pressed my fingers into the bag. I thought about my father, the man who raised me to become a strong as I could be for the simple gesture of becoming a marine. Slowly tears would form on my eyes, this shouldn't have happened as I was taught to be tough, strong, and a man never showed tears. And as I heard footsteps, I began to wipe my eyes quickly in order to overshadow what just happened to me.
"You down here, kid?"
A familiar voice would ask me, and one I would smile at with a large grin. She came towards me slowly rubbing her eyes, her lips pressing into her mouth softly, as she looked down to me with her own eyes. She would begin to sigh deeply, agitated at me for what I've been doing. It was Kokoro-sensei, someone who trained and took me up as her adoptive son after father died. She isn't one to easily show her emotions, but when she does, it's always from her heart.
"Yeah."
I'd say trying to make sure she wouldn't have seem me crying. She always punched the hell out of me if she saw me crying, just as father did. She was more of a tomboy than even me. She was also thirty years old and not even thinking of getting married. After my father died, she decided to teach me to box and how to scrap with the best of my ability. Because of her, I am the man I am today.
"You're supposed to be in bed, right getting ready to go tomorrow."
She seemed to be semi-worried about me, but not so much because of me overdoing myself. Maybe more because I was keeping a racket while she was trying to have her, "beauty sleep". Whatever the held that meant. At any rate, I wouldn't really look at her as she sighed. She began to scratch her head. Her eyes positioned towards the bag as a smile appeared on her face.
"You've been doing pretty well, you've gotten and mastered all the basics of boxing. Now all you need to do is use them to combat those jackass pirates and you should be finished."
That was just the thing she would say, as if it would of been that easy to destroy the pirate way after so many years of being within its shadow. I've never been able to beat her in combat. Even at this stage, whenever I tried to beat her I would be thoroughly defeated with ease. Just how strong was she. All I know is that she used to be some big shot bounty hunter, pirates feared her fists. Will they fear mine as being part of the marines, could I become as legendary as my father or her? I didn't know.
"Sensei?"
I'd ask with a small sigh looking towards the ring. As I turned directly towards her, she turned to me and her eyebrow arose. My body would begin to sweat slowly, grasping my fists as I tightly clenched them in my hands.
"What's up, ready to confess your love for me!"
A soft pink tint appeared on my cheeks, I couldn't believe what she had just said. Taken back a bit, I regained my composure, but not a lot of it almost slipping backwards on my own two feet.
"W-what?!"
She began to laugh and tapped her chin pressing it to her cheek, but as she did this, I sighed. I couldn't believe how she always got me with such things as confessing love, or being so "provocative". As I regained all of my composure, my eyes looked to the right. I gestured my head towards the ground to the left, a bit of tint on my cheeks still stayed.
"No. I wanted to ask you to have one last match with me before I left."
Her lips went wider, her arms crossed as she nodded. She placed her hands to the cabinet where the equipment for gloves was and with some time wrapped her fists in bandages. Clenching her fists slowly, I started to move towards the large boxing ring. And as I did, she would start to stretch her arms. My fists were already wrapped, and strong. They were ready for this last match between teacher and student.
As she went for the ring, I began to do a few practice punches, slipping towards the side as I punched in a slow rhythm, making myself ready for what would be my next obstacle of how far I have come in my training. She leaped over the ropes pressing her hand against the large elastic band, and began her own volley of rapid punches. Pushing to the side as she pressed both fists together.
"Speed, power, technique, and rhythm... The fundamentals of boxing are easy to remember but hard to master, to be a strong boxer you need all four of these or you will not be strong."
I listened to her. Her words were true to form, I was someone who listened to them as if my life depended on it. Considering just as I was someone who couldn't hold myself from going all out, she couldn't either. I watched her eyes, she had a small smile on her face. My face however, was terribly serious. She was always like this, always this confident. But it was never for show. In the eight years since I was with my father. She has been training with me, and for all those years, I could never defeat her. This was important, and I needed to fight with everything I got.
"I'll let you go first, Ryu-kun."
And there it was once more, that voice that I didn't so much despise but was annoyed by. So much so that it made me seem like a kid, like something less than myself. I'd need to move on the defensive, take this fight into my own hands. My arms pressed tight into my body as I moved quickly towards her. My fists clenched as the atmosphere changed, her eyes turned mischievous as I watched her move to the side. Starting myself off, I would use my jab to try and catch her within the attack, but it would fail as she swayed her head. With this i fired another jab towards her chest, which she would inch backwards, taking her time to slap me with her glove. It was a bit of a playful slap, one used to get people riled up, I needed to stay calm.
Leading with my left foot, I pressed onward as my attacks would fire off another set of jabs towards her head. I needed to pressure her inward. I couldn't allow her to get too far. After all, she was taller and had better reach than me as a result. She was definitely a hybrid fighter however, someone that could fight using all styles of boxing to their fullest extent. As I finally saw her move with the use of her own two legs, I pressed forth with a twist in my body. My thoughts ringing with the expression of finally gaining the upper hand. My hips twisted as the rotation of my lower body would allow for a powerful straight punch from my right to fire off. This wouldn't come to pass, feeling my attack batted away with her glove.
"Too slow, Ryu-kun!"
Her body also turned, her expression changing as a sly smirk appeared on her lips, pressing forth with her enormous speed, she would begin hitting me with a rapid set of jabs that I could barely see. Her straight punch sending me away as I tried to regain back my composure. My arms moving back into defensive position as I set aside my pain and watch her. She would lick her tongue out at me, annoying me with this display once more. She could always get inside my head easily. But I had to focus, I couldn't allow her to do this.
As I arose with a plan, my eyebrow sweating as she started to position herself closer to me. Moving into my space, I had to move into hers before she got to me. My body swept forth like a gale as I used my footwork to press on to attack, once again I pressed into her with a set of quickened jabs. She would begin to dodge them, fast her bob and weave was as excellent as always. However, I used one feint in order to capture her within my right hook, crossing into her body with my own twisting punch. I weighed my options as she once again dodged, going into her own rhythm, as she punched towards my gut with a low uppercut, I moved forward to take the damage, and attacked her with my own right cross using my fist to drive into her face. She began to wallow back a bit from the punch, regaining her composure instantly.
"Good punch..."
What incredible durability Kokoro-sensei had, my punch was enough to usually break things like brick or stone. But she was strong enough to shrug such a perfect and clear shot away. I watched as she began to smirk once more. It came to pass that I'd need a lot more than that to even damage her. Even more now, the atmosphere changed once again, the terrible feeling that she was about to strike with more force than I would have been able to predict. As I saw this change, my body went into a cold sweat, my eyes surprised by the amount of weight the atmosphere had as I tried to move my feet back. I couldn't run away, but if I stayed I would be killed.
"You dare hit a lady with such a furious blow?"
Darkness... I couldn't remember much after that, all I knew was that I had pains all over my body. And when I woke up, she had been relieved from me having been alive after her anger got the best of her. After all was said and done, I was now awaiting for what would be my last day on this island as a citizen but my first as a seaman. I was still pumped, the bandages and pain all over my body couldn't affect my excitement at all. I wouldn't even allow it to be weighed down. As I would go out onto the island. Saying goodbye to my old friends, my old rivals and the ones I respected the most, the adults.
I would bite into an apple I'd gotten from the local market. Sucking in the juices from such a succulent piece of fruit. I enjoyed fruits that were sweet, hating the sour ones with all my strength, lemons were definitely off the list of my liking. My feet pressed against my old stomping grounds, when I did three mile runs, or when I practiced punching against the tough bags stationed all over the island to get stronger. It was nostalgia. This feeling that I had couldn't be more filled with the spirit I felt all over just being on Karate Island.
My last stop would be the beach, looking out towards the vast blue. I'd take in the salty scent of the water with a large smile on my face. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the cold winds. His last days on this island were upon him. All the memories that he had, they'd never leave him...
| Boxing Techniques: Name: Boomerang Hook Form: Martial Art Rank: C Type: Offensive Stamina Cost: 35 Description: An incredibly powerful hook, done from what Ryusei likes to call "The Dragon Wrists". The user attacks with a hook in which all the power derived from the attack is done from the momentum of the hook. In stroking the entire arm forward the attack creates a whipping cutting wind that can travel for at least seven meters before turning into a breeze. The attack is named after a boomerang in the way it is thrown to the other-side of the body. If the attack hits the opposition physically the power from which its thrown is truly shown and is quite devastating, unlike "pressure blades" from sword, this attack can only pierce the skin and not bone. Bonuses: - Name: Jet Uppercut Form: Martial Arts Rank: C Type: Offensive Stamina Cost: 35 Description: A much more powerful than average uppercut. The user gathers great force into their fist and swings their wrist with incredible speed, to attack opponents with great speed. The uppercut attacking the opponent sends the opponent flying usually behind the user and throws them through the air as if stunned from its force. This uppercut though strong, can be seen easily if the opposition watches the stance of the user as they get ready, otherwise the follow-through is quick once its unleashed. The attack causes an incredible amount of updraft throughout 5 meters of the area but this is just aesthetics to show the might of the upper. Bonuses: - Name: Galactica Phantom Form: Martial Arts Rank: B Type: Offensive Stamina Cost: 75 Description: An extremely powerful straight. Being one of the most powerful of the punches in a boxers arsenal due to the amount of force it can produce, it is a blow that is considered his strongest technique. Shifting his fist forward with extreme speed and power, the user attacks the opponent with his full limit of strength. Punching straight into the opponent. The resulting blow can easily shatter normal oppositions torsos and send them flying. Bonuses: - |
