Post by ryuda on Feb 23, 2008 13:22:24 GMT -5
Name: Ryuda Maki
Age: 21
Affiliation: Neutral
Physical Appearance: [x]
Ryuda has short white hair, the back parts being barely an inch while his bangs are reaching down past his chin. Pale white complexion rests upon his entire body. His eyes being a golden hue, the real reason unknown since he doesn't speak of it. He stands about five foot nine inches and weighs approximately two hundred pounds. Clothing normally consists of whatever he feels comfortable in upon that day. Most of the time, he can be found with at least one gun on him and two swords, one upon his back, the other his right hip.
Personality: Ryuda isn't the nicest person, his rude exterior is deceiving though. Beneath, he is a soft hearted man that loves to fight. Taking a leaderish stance, he tends to like to be in charge rather than be taking orders. Having a sense of honor though, he will never leave an injured man behind unless they have done harm to deserve the pain. Ryuda also prefers to fight alone, help has never been his strong point, asking for help isn't even an option for Ryuda. Even near death, Ryuda would rather die with his full honor intact rather than be saved by anyone, but he has never truly been in that position before, so it is only his guess.
Beneath is all though, Ryuda has a sensitive side that is rarely shown and even at times, he'll make jokes about things normal people wouldn't find funny, like if he had gotten his ass kicked a while ago, he would make a joke of it. Though for those he finds an attachment too, he tends to become rather protective over them. However, when he finds someone he is feel slightly attached to, he tends to act like he doesn't care. This is mostly to protect himself rather than the other person.
Likes:
History: Most of his past lay within his deep unconsciouses, repressed memories that he didn't want to remember. However, there is one that stuck out, one he managed to keep. It was of his mother and the song she wrote for him specifically. That night as a child, he will never forget, for it was the best day in his life. The song managed to keep him going as the world fell apart even more. Crumbling at the very fingertips of man and it made him into the very man everyone sees today.
His most recent history, the one he can remember, he was only twelve when he was forced to do the almost impossible. Parents dead, killed by a man that Ryuda didn't need a name for other than murderer. He was in hiding, but the man knew he was there, from the pictures. So he searched the house, scouring every inch. In a desperate attempt to survive, Ryuda killed the man. The memory is a blur to him, but he remembers the fear within the man's eyes and the man's blood upon his flesh. That was when the boy became a monster that was concealed with a man. Training after that point, Ryuda got use to the idea of the world being as it is now. All he does now is survive one day to the next, alone as he prefers it. Attachments never took kindly to his mind and body, he always wanted to be free. Even now he still is, but will you be able to tame the bird, or will it die free from the clutches of any other?
RP Sample: ((If you want an RP example of Ryuda specifically, I'll get it done after work, right now, just don't have much time to spare. xD))
Where did you find us? Through luck?
Age: 21
Affiliation: Neutral
Physical Appearance: [x]
Ryuda has short white hair, the back parts being barely an inch while his bangs are reaching down past his chin. Pale white complexion rests upon his entire body. His eyes being a golden hue, the real reason unknown since he doesn't speak of it. He stands about five foot nine inches and weighs approximately two hundred pounds. Clothing normally consists of whatever he feels comfortable in upon that day. Most of the time, he can be found with at least one gun on him and two swords, one upon his back, the other his right hip.
Personality: Ryuda isn't the nicest person, his rude exterior is deceiving though. Beneath, he is a soft hearted man that loves to fight. Taking a leaderish stance, he tends to like to be in charge rather than be taking orders. Having a sense of honor though, he will never leave an injured man behind unless they have done harm to deserve the pain. Ryuda also prefers to fight alone, help has never been his strong point, asking for help isn't even an option for Ryuda. Even near death, Ryuda would rather die with his full honor intact rather than be saved by anyone, but he has never truly been in that position before, so it is only his guess.
Beneath is all though, Ryuda has a sensitive side that is rarely shown and even at times, he'll make jokes about things normal people wouldn't find funny, like if he had gotten his ass kicked a while ago, he would make a joke of it. Though for those he finds an attachment too, he tends to become rather protective over them. However, when he finds someone he is feel slightly attached to, he tends to act like he doesn't care. This is mostly to protect himself rather than the other person.
Likes:
~Guns~Dislikes:
~Women~
~Taking Charge~
~Drugs~
~Fighting~
~Cats~
~Swords~
~The Color Red~
~Waiting~Goals:
~Taking Orders~
~Dogs~
~Having No Ammo~
~Chinese Food~
~Sea Food~
~Survive long enough to die of old age.~Fears:
~Perhaps joining a group, after evaluating them.~
~Be able to live in 'peace', least for himself.~
~Fears his own mortality.~
~Failure.~
~Finding himself surrounded with no ammo to speak of.~
History: Most of his past lay within his deep unconsciouses, repressed memories that he didn't want to remember. However, there is one that stuck out, one he managed to keep. It was of his mother and the song she wrote for him specifically. That night as a child, he will never forget, for it was the best day in his life. The song managed to keep him going as the world fell apart even more. Crumbling at the very fingertips of man and it made him into the very man everyone sees today.
His most recent history, the one he can remember, he was only twelve when he was forced to do the almost impossible. Parents dead, killed by a man that Ryuda didn't need a name for other than murderer. He was in hiding, but the man knew he was there, from the pictures. So he searched the house, scouring every inch. In a desperate attempt to survive, Ryuda killed the man. The memory is a blur to him, but he remembers the fear within the man's eyes and the man's blood upon his flesh. That was when the boy became a monster that was concealed with a man. Training after that point, Ryuda got use to the idea of the world being as it is now. All he does now is survive one day to the next, alone as he prefers it. Attachments never took kindly to his mind and body, he always wanted to be free. Even now he still is, but will you be able to tame the bird, or will it die free from the clutches of any other?
RP Sample: ((If you want an RP example of Ryuda specifically, I'll get it done after work, right now, just don't have much time to spare. xD))
He was stuck following this girl, sure she was temper-mental at times, but she always had a reason for it, even if she didn't always share that reason. Either way, the boss found her valuable, so Envy was stuck being the pooch for the kitten, nipping at her heels to make sure she didn't get into too much trouble. Within the moment she drew her gun and shot the man standing directly beside him, Envy didn't jump or even flinch. His eyes simply moved to the man that slumped down into the darkness of death. Watching him, he felt an odd sort of petty for him, as if it couldn't have been worse. Letting a sigh push from his lips, he looked back up at Fook as she spoke. His eyes rolled as he said nothing to her words, he had nothing to say to them anyways. Today, Envy was wearing an odd set of clothing as the long shirt rested upon his body and covered his waist with ease while the shoulders held cuts within the top that caused the sleeves to be almost separate from the torso. However, they still hung around his hands with ease as white Japanese markings were randomly placed upon it and the collars of the sleeves held a dark red around them. Two pockets lay in front of his thighs within the shirt that held various items that he might need. The pants were quite similar to the shirt as they held cuts around the knees, but they were completely cut off as two straps on either side of the knee held the pant legs together. Upon the lower half of the pants, belt straps coursed around it, most of it being close to his knee as if holding it in place. Black boots rested upon his feet as he stood there before her.
As a voice entered the air, his head turned to wards the man, his auburn locks coursing down over his eyes as brown eyes stared at the man jugdingly. Of course Envy knew who he was, rarely did any senior member not know who this man was, but again, Envy saw no reason to speak before this lowly driver. Raising his arms, he crossed them over his chest, letting his left hand rest on top of his right, his finger curling around his elbow as his ring shown upon his middle finger. The ring and the necklace dangling around his neck held the same emblem, a black compass with a gray human skull inside. No one truly knew what it meant and it didn't seem Envy would ever openly talk about it either. As Fook and the man spoke to each other, Envy simply stood in silence, letting them exchange words as if he weren't there. He liked it that way. Than the driver had the gull to speak to him, speak to him about watching his step. Envy's eyes found a nice glare as they rested upon the man before him. "You should be the one to watch your step, driver," his tone was rather belittling to the man before him, clearly he held no respect for him. In Envy's eyes, he shouldn't.
Where did you find us? Through luck?