Post by Ritsuko on Nov 2, 2008 20:37:33 GMT -5
Name: Ritsuko
Race: Half Elf
Allegiance: Varden
Birthplace: Surda
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weight: 160
Height: 5'11''
Magic User: Yes well rounded at using magic
Clothing:
Ritsuko wears a light white amour covering his cloths. The amour i very durably but light making it easy to move and does not add a lot of weight. Ritsuko wears a long scarf his mother made for him when he was 7 years old. He wears a black leather belt with a skull cap on it that he had won at from his old friend. Ritsuko wears a black shirt as well as black paints that he had boughten from a varden merchant.
Weapon(s):
-A sword that was given to him by his Elf father. It is full of spells and made of a very special and durable metal + steel.
Description:Ritsuko has long spiky white hair that he inherited from his mom, Ritsuko has a slim muscular build. When he was 15 hey had been given 4 earring that his father made for him, he had them put in his right ear. Ritsuko has red eye because of his mix of races. Ritsuko grew up in a middle class house; they were neither poor nor rich. Easily annoyed, Ritsuko usually try's to keep away from large crowds of people. His insomnia plays a large role in this as well. Most people that know of him classify him as a recluse person that has nothing left to love, but personally speaking he is just frustrated with the inexorable ignorance and immaturity of those his age. Furthermore, he despises failure and incompetence, hence reaching for the utmost his body and mind can give at all times. When it comes to his fighting style, he is more into the "Watch and find weaknesses" rather then running face first in to battle. This allows him to modify his fighting style at will to cope with any new opposition.
History: Right from birth Ritsuko was always on the go. Ritsuko learned how to walk at an early age and speak before anyone else he knew could. Ritsuko was at the top of his class when learning how to use a sword. He was also top of his sparing class. The only thing that stumped this other wise smart child was the ways and uses of magic, since there were so many it took him along time to remember and learn how to use them. Magic confused him but even though Ritsuko had a hard time learning it when it came to using magic he was the fastest.
As him and his parents left the safety of there city to join the Varden. Ritsuko's father began to work as the blacksmith making fine elf weapons and amour. Shortly after they had joined the Varden there had been a raid and his mother was killed, stabbed by the emperor solders. After his mothers funeral Ritsuko began to always want to be by himself thinking that his mothers death was somehow his fault. Everyone that knew Ritsuko were concerned about how it would affect his mind and the rest of his life.The only thing that made Ritsuko feel happy was watching the dragons sore through the sky and practicing with the sword his father had made for him.
Ritsuko always had dreams that one day he would find a dragon's egg and that it would hatch for him. This dream always made him smiling thinking about how happy he would be with a new friend. But as the years went by his dream never did come true. If Ritsuko wasn't sleeping or helping his father he was out at the training grounds shattering the practice dummies with his sword. Ritsuko still has the dream about becoming a dragon rider as it is one of the happiest things that he can think about.
RP Sample:
( this is from legends of a shinobi )
It was a cold morning this day, and the only sign of relief was the sun which was just starting to rise. Creeping through the shades, the light flooded Rogues room falling to his face. Slowly waking, he opened his eyes and let out a yawn.
"Rogue! Wake up, its time for work." Echoed his grandmother. He knew his grandfather couldn't handle the shop by himself, but that didn't take away from the slight distaste of working daily. 'I'm a shinobi, I'm practically a hero and I still have to work?!' is what he thought every morning when his grandmother would call for him.
"Alright, I'll be down in a moment." Was called in reply as he rolled over to sit up. letting out a sigh he stood up and began to get ready. Grabbing his sword rogue dashed out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Well good morning" Smirked his grandmother. The smell of eggs and rice was singing of breakfast. Rogue, winced at thinking about missing it but he was already late enough. Racing past her he was almost out the door before she called to him. "Wow, you haven't eaten breakfast yet!"
"I'll grab something to eat on the way to the shop..." was all he could get out as the door shut behind him.
The city was bustling with people. ranging from people pushing carts, and homeless men begging for money to men in suits and Shinobi in their garb. The sun was above head shining as bright as ever. Even so with the exclusion of the normal sand blowing about the city streets almost gave off a more, peaceful illusion in comparison the normal sand storms which rained havoc. Making his way through the city the small of ramen filled the air. The only dilemma that day was which shop to stop by on his way to work. It wasn't really relevant and a simple meal would suffice, so stopping at the first shop Rogue quickly grabbed a bowl of ramen and made his way to the shop.
"Ding Ding" Rogue said dropping his bag and sword next to the door. Walking further in he could see his grandfather struggling to lift a large box of kunai and shuriken. "Hey pop let me get that for you" he spoke as he laid his ramen on the counter. There was still a good hour before the shop opened, so leaving his stuff around wasn't a problem till then.
"Thanks Rogue, I think I would have broken my back if you hadn't just walked in." His grandfather let a little laugh out as he handed the box to Rogue. Quickly grabbing the box Rogue made his way to the storage room to drop it off.
"Rogue!" his grandfather shouted shakily. "That was the last of the equipment, why don't you go train in the back?" Rogue popped his head out from behind the storage room door, revealing a large grin.
"Are you sure? hehe, I'd much rather be doing that" It wasn't much of a question, for rogue had already crossed the shop, and grabbed both his ramen and sword. The smell of ramen was weakening his knees. Rogue was one of those type that had to have food to function. The thought of uneaten ramen was almost unbearable.
"Of course my son! Having trained shinobi is much more important then doing mere shop work." Rogues grandfather didn't care much for having him work at the shop, he knew being a shinobi was much more important but Rogues grandmother wouldn't have any other.
"Alright if you need any help just call, Alright." Rogue dashed out the back door. The sun blindingly bright forced him to cover his eyes at first. 'Must it always be this bright?' He contemplated as he pulled his sword up in front of him. once he regained his vision several dummies where revealed as well as small ranged weapon field. How good it felt to hold Doragon Kisoku again. Pulling the blade high he sprinted forward in motion to strike. Quickly channeling the blade ignited into a fiery blaze. 'Lets do this...'
Anything Extra:
( i hope this is alright i really want to become a dragon rider because i already know what my dragon should look like and i love dragons so i hope this character creation is alright if not i will fix it.)
( For The Varden)
Race: Half Elf
Allegiance: Varden
Birthplace: Surda
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Weight: 160
Height: 5'11''
Magic User: Yes well rounded at using magic
Clothing:
Ritsuko wears a light white amour covering his cloths. The amour i very durably but light making it easy to move and does not add a lot of weight. Ritsuko wears a long scarf his mother made for him when he was 7 years old. He wears a black leather belt with a skull cap on it that he had won at from his old friend. Ritsuko wears a black shirt as well as black paints that he had boughten from a varden merchant.
Weapon(s):
-A sword that was given to him by his Elf father. It is full of spells and made of a very special and durable metal + steel.
Description:Ritsuko has long spiky white hair that he inherited from his mom, Ritsuko has a slim muscular build. When he was 15 hey had been given 4 earring that his father made for him, he had them put in his right ear. Ritsuko has red eye because of his mix of races. Ritsuko grew up in a middle class house; they were neither poor nor rich. Easily annoyed, Ritsuko usually try's to keep away from large crowds of people. His insomnia plays a large role in this as well. Most people that know of him classify him as a recluse person that has nothing left to love, but personally speaking he is just frustrated with the inexorable ignorance and immaturity of those his age. Furthermore, he despises failure and incompetence, hence reaching for the utmost his body and mind can give at all times. When it comes to his fighting style, he is more into the "Watch and find weaknesses" rather then running face first in to battle. This allows him to modify his fighting style at will to cope with any new opposition.
History: Right from birth Ritsuko was always on the go. Ritsuko learned how to walk at an early age and speak before anyone else he knew could. Ritsuko was at the top of his class when learning how to use a sword. He was also top of his sparing class. The only thing that stumped this other wise smart child was the ways and uses of magic, since there were so many it took him along time to remember and learn how to use them. Magic confused him but even though Ritsuko had a hard time learning it when it came to using magic he was the fastest.
As him and his parents left the safety of there city to join the Varden. Ritsuko's father began to work as the blacksmith making fine elf weapons and amour. Shortly after they had joined the Varden there had been a raid and his mother was killed, stabbed by the emperor solders. After his mothers funeral Ritsuko began to always want to be by himself thinking that his mothers death was somehow his fault. Everyone that knew Ritsuko were concerned about how it would affect his mind and the rest of his life.The only thing that made Ritsuko feel happy was watching the dragons sore through the sky and practicing with the sword his father had made for him.
Ritsuko always had dreams that one day he would find a dragon's egg and that it would hatch for him. This dream always made him smiling thinking about how happy he would be with a new friend. But as the years went by his dream never did come true. If Ritsuko wasn't sleeping or helping his father he was out at the training grounds shattering the practice dummies with his sword. Ritsuko still has the dream about becoming a dragon rider as it is one of the happiest things that he can think about.
RP Sample:
( this is from legends of a shinobi )
It was a cold morning this day, and the only sign of relief was the sun which was just starting to rise. Creeping through the shades, the light flooded Rogues room falling to his face. Slowly waking, he opened his eyes and let out a yawn.
"Rogue! Wake up, its time for work." Echoed his grandmother. He knew his grandfather couldn't handle the shop by himself, but that didn't take away from the slight distaste of working daily. 'I'm a shinobi, I'm practically a hero and I still have to work?!' is what he thought every morning when his grandmother would call for him.
"Alright, I'll be down in a moment." Was called in reply as he rolled over to sit up. letting out a sigh he stood up and began to get ready. Grabbing his sword rogue dashed out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Well good morning" Smirked his grandmother. The smell of eggs and rice was singing of breakfast. Rogue, winced at thinking about missing it but he was already late enough. Racing past her he was almost out the door before she called to him. "Wow, you haven't eaten breakfast yet!"
"I'll grab something to eat on the way to the shop..." was all he could get out as the door shut behind him.
The city was bustling with people. ranging from people pushing carts, and homeless men begging for money to men in suits and Shinobi in their garb. The sun was above head shining as bright as ever. Even so with the exclusion of the normal sand blowing about the city streets almost gave off a more, peaceful illusion in comparison the normal sand storms which rained havoc. Making his way through the city the small of ramen filled the air. The only dilemma that day was which shop to stop by on his way to work. It wasn't really relevant and a simple meal would suffice, so stopping at the first shop Rogue quickly grabbed a bowl of ramen and made his way to the shop.
"Ding Ding" Rogue said dropping his bag and sword next to the door. Walking further in he could see his grandfather struggling to lift a large box of kunai and shuriken. "Hey pop let me get that for you" he spoke as he laid his ramen on the counter. There was still a good hour before the shop opened, so leaving his stuff around wasn't a problem till then.
"Thanks Rogue, I think I would have broken my back if you hadn't just walked in." His grandfather let a little laugh out as he handed the box to Rogue. Quickly grabbing the box Rogue made his way to the storage room to drop it off.
"Rogue!" his grandfather shouted shakily. "That was the last of the equipment, why don't you go train in the back?" Rogue popped his head out from behind the storage room door, revealing a large grin.
"Are you sure? hehe, I'd much rather be doing that" It wasn't much of a question, for rogue had already crossed the shop, and grabbed both his ramen and sword. The smell of ramen was weakening his knees. Rogue was one of those type that had to have food to function. The thought of uneaten ramen was almost unbearable.
"Of course my son! Having trained shinobi is much more important then doing mere shop work." Rogues grandfather didn't care much for having him work at the shop, he knew being a shinobi was much more important but Rogues grandmother wouldn't have any other.
"Alright if you need any help just call, Alright." Rogue dashed out the back door. The sun blindingly bright forced him to cover his eyes at first. 'Must it always be this bright?' He contemplated as he pulled his sword up in front of him. once he regained his vision several dummies where revealed as well as small ranged weapon field. How good it felt to hold Doragon Kisoku again. Pulling the blade high he sprinted forward in motion to strike. Quickly channeling the blade ignited into a fiery blaze. 'Lets do this...'
Anything Extra:
( i hope this is alright i really want to become a dragon rider because i already know what my dragon should look like and i love dragons so i hope this character creation is alright if not i will fix it.)
( For The Varden)
