Post by Cake-Chan! on Mar 3, 2011 21:03:35 GMT -5
A Long and Tedious Journey Awaits
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Username: musashi
Is This Character Canon?: Nu.
Before I move on, I shall give the reader a quick guide to this profile. For several reasons, I have decided to do a narrative approach to the profile and have my character himself give out information. However, due to the very nature of this character, he is not entirely trustworthy for information. So it was my decision to separate this profile into two different parts: Yukimura’s words and The Real Deal. Yuki will be in italics and it’ll be his words from what he believes to be true. The truth will be underlined and it’ll be my own words on what the truth really is. So with this, continue on my dear reader.
Your Destiny is to Venture Upon It
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Name: I am Yukimura Yoshino…
Race: …Human as can be…
Age: …About 19 now…
Gender: …With the body of a male…
Homeworld: …Residing from Radiant Garden.
Your Decisions Will Decide the Outcome of the Universe
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Appearance: So hey there! Too bad you can’t see me otherwise this would be much easier. So where should I start…I am rather tall. I think I’m like 6’0’’ now. I am not at all large in width. I am rather skinny and fragile compared to other males my age. My skin is like fine porcelain except soft. Most comment that I’m as white as a sheet. My eyes are not so dull however. They are of an emerald green, bright yet dark. My hair is just a bit past the jawline. It is jet black, just like my mom’s. My dear sweet mother…well, that’s pretty much it for my body. Now onward to clothing. I tend to wear suits and a fedora. I will admit that I do stand out from the crowd quite a bit, but I like to present myself well. After all, I was well off at one point. The suits come in different colors, my main color being black with a white top underneath. They’re casual styled suits, which prevent me from looking like I’m going to a wedding. Rather I tend to look businessman like. Grandpa did want me to go into business. Well that’s that folks!
Yukimura is 6’1’’ and skinny. His skin is rather pale and his eyes are green. His hair isn’t truly black, but is actually a very dark brown. His mom actually had reddish brown hair and he never met his father or grandpa. He’s also not exactly well off, but does dress the part as he struts around town in fine casual suits with his featherless fedora.
Personality:•General Persona: I’m just your average joe personality wise. I like going out for a stroll around Radiant Garden, hanging out in restaurants, and acquiring information. As of recent there have been reports of new worlds. Once I can figure out how to get to them I will go. People say I’m rather weird. Really? Is it because of the clothes? Or is it because I like to dance? Who knows? In fact I feel like dancing right now. Now someone play some music.
Yukimura didn’t give much of a description. He’s known to speak in a rather proper manner, making people’s eyebrows raise. Questions don’t always give straight answers from Yuki. He a lot of times will make a statement and it will make no sense to the other person. Sometimes he comes off as cocky due to a combination of his dress and his way of speech. He’s a fan of music and is known to randomly break out dancing. Another thing: the way he speaks makes one unsure if he’s serious or joking.
•Inner Thought Process: This society needs to lighten up…I think remodeling is in order. A complete makeover will make things right!
This man supports the Storm. He finds society to be rather corrupt and rotten. He believes that this extends to the foundation even; therefore changes must be made. Drastic changes. Yuki will go as far as saying the Anomaly should not be stopped. Rather, the worlds should be destroyed entirely and then made anew.
•Fears: Will this corruption continue to revolve? Will the Storm fail?
In reality he’s afraid of getting his real memories back. He doesn’t know this, but the true ones are locked away in the back of his mind in fear of them going all out.
•Pleasures: Music, dancing, and darkness!
By darkness he means night.
•Quirks: Hm…well I do get mad when my hat is removed. I don’t like being without my hat. Does that count?
DO NOT TAKE HIS HAT. And he has moments of random dancing. A more serious note is that he has mental problems involving memories. More later on.But With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility
Character Class: Initiate, 1st tier
Stats:
•Strength: 5
•Cunning: 20
•Agility: 5
Weapons:
Weapons:
Primary Weapon Name: Retsukiru
Primary Weapon Type: Blunt
Primary Weapon Description: A wand made of a fine black wood with a mysterious green tint. The wand is twisted in shape and is pointed at one end. Its curves remind one of a snake wrapping itself around something. Though it’s not a blade, Retsukiru, Japanese for “Cold Kill”, is not to be underestimated by anyone. Its sole purpose is for spell casting. Using it for anything else will most likely result in utter failure.
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But Your History Decides Your Version of "Responsibility"
[/b][/size][/center][/u]History: Oh, you’re interested in knowing my history? Sure! So uh, I was born from a well off family in Radiant Garden. My grandparents had cash so even when my bastard father left my mom she didn’t have to worry. We lived in a good sized house decorated with a fabulous paint job and a pretty garden my mom tended. My grandma unfortunately died when I was a toddler. God bless her. It ended up just being my mom, my grandpa, and me. My grandpa was a businessman and due to this wanted me to follow in his footsteps. My mom was open for whatever way I chose.
My mom…she was such a lovely woman. So loving and caring of little ol’ me. Fed me, gave me the nicest clothes to wear, and always gave me lots of hugs. She was gorgeous too. Her hair was jet black and long, reaching all the way down her back. Her eyes were amber and shined in both day and night. Her skin was slightly tanned and was always so baby soft. Her almond-shaped face was the prettiest face I have ever seen. I remember when she would kiss me on the forehead with those soft lips of hers. It broke my heart to see her cry on the day my grandpa died. Her crystal tears rolled down that lovely face of hers.
Ever since then, she wasn’t the same anymore. My mother became dishearten by the deaths of both her parents. She however still took the time to be a great mom for me, her one and only son. It was sadly not enough to keep Death at bay. She acquired an unknown illness that caused her to become sick more often and to feel rather weak. I saw my poor beautiful mother become pale and sickly before my eyes. The flower she was withered away slowly but surely. Finally the sickness caught up to her and she died. I made sure to bury her within her lovely garden. Let her memory remain through her flowers.
Because of her, I had desires to make the world better for people. She had shown me what joy and happiness felt like and I wanted to pass it along to everyone else. So I went out and looked around me. I saw a large numbers of problems with Radiant Garden. Corruption was spreading throughout my hometown. Criminals made the streets less peaceful. The greed of people made them treat others badly. It made me see just how much of a pure heart my mom had. It would take drastic changes to make this world better.
Then news of the Storm came. The Storm was a mass of creatures known as the Anomaly whom came to worlds and destroyed them. Many people saw this as a threat. I saw it as an opportunity. The Storm must’ve been the time of judgment. It was time to clean away the corruption and start anew. It was for this reason I chose to support the Anomaly in their efforts to destroy everything. That way a clean slate could be made for not only Radiant Garden, but for all the other worlds out there. Believing in this goal, I decided to learn magic to assist in cleaning the worlds of their corruption. I’m ready for a bright new world for everyone.
Yukimura’s so called memories are a lie. He was never well off. He never lived in a large house with nice grandparents and a loving mother. He never even knew his grandparents. He was born to an abusive mother whose boyfriend had left her. She was cruel and angry. Her own origins are unknown, but what is known is that she took out all of her anger on her son. This cruel woman had a bit of meat on her bones, had reddish brown hair that was always very frizzy, and cold black eyes. Her skin was pale, making her appear even more fearsome. Her hands were always red from beating on something.
Poor Yuki grew up with this woman and had to face terrible treatment every day. He didn’t get much to eat and his body was often covered in bruises. Holes were left in the walls of his cold, unfriendly household from the times that his mom shoved something through the walls, many times his head. He often cried while in his tiny bedroom about how miserable his life was. It was often rather cold and vermin made frequent visits. Instead of bothering to feed her son, often his mom would drink. Drinking made the beatings worse. It didn’t help that the mom knew a few spells and had a wand.
As a result of all the torture, Yuki began imagining what he would like as the perfect mom. Soon his mind formed the picture of a beautiful loving mother who cared deeply for her son. That image comforted him. Soon more images sprang up from that one image and began to flood his mind. A fantasy was formed where he had a loving mom and grandpa who had a good amount of munny and lived in a nice large house. The fantasy felt so real to the boy that it soon became reality for him. He ended up mistaking the fantasy as real life and truly believed he had a nice wealthy family. The memories of beatings were locked away and traded in for nicer yet false ones.
His real mother did in fact die. Instead of a mysterious illness, it was due to years of constant drinking. She had destroyed her insides and essentially killed herself with her bad habits. She was buried under a plot of land by her own son. He called it “his mom’s beautiful garden” when in fact it really wasn’t. Yuki was deep within his fantasy world. He followed this fantasy loyally through acquiring nice suits and fedoras which he really didn’t have the munny for and through his speech. He had created an entirely new identity and didn’t realize that it was fake.
He acquired a major goal: create a new and better world for people to live in. Going back to his home, he took the wand his mother once owned. Its name was Retsukiru or “Cold Kill”. He however meant to use it for the better, or at least so he believed. And so the young man continues on with his life, not knowing the truth of his existence.
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