Post by xin on Oct 24, 2012 20:12:09 GMT -5
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• WAKE FROM YOUR SLEEP
THE DRYING OF YOUR TEARS •
» Ryo Nyogetsu ,
"When you want something as bad as you want to breath it will come to you. "
• BREATHE, KEEP BREATHING
DON’T LOSE YOUR NERVE •
NAMEGENDER
Ryo Nyogetsu
White LionAGE
MaleSEXUALITY
21RACE
StraightOCCUPATION
Human
None
• SING US A SONG
A SONG TO KEEP US WARM •
A SONG TO KEEP US WARM •
PERSONALITYWEAPONS
Ryo has a compulsion and capability to help others in need. This implies that when others are in need, Ryo will face things others would not, and put the needs of others before his own needs this is on impulse; not just a favor, but through a psychic and psychological urge. Ryo is very strong willed, and honorable being. If he gives his word or makes a promise he will keep it even if his life is in danger. Ryo overall prefers a peaceful solution opposed to a violent one, but he will engage in combat if there is no other way to resolve the conflict.
The main reason Ryo will fight is to protect the people, and provide peace to the land. He is a man of virtue and great patience unlike any other. Capable of perseverance unlike any other. If he is accused or threatened or the like Xin is man who will hold his head high, and keep his mouth closed.
When engaging with other people he has a bad habit of giving them doll like replicas of themselves. Born with a handsome constitution, he may unintentionally attract members of the opposite gender. He compliments the ladies he encounters, voicing his honest praise without sarcasm or jest as a gesture of politeness.ABILITIES
Sickle with nine feet of chain.
Yumi Bows, With 12 Regular Arrows, 12 Explosive/Fire Tipped Arrows, 12 Poisons Tipped Arrows.
Pair of Golden Gauntlets capable of resiting repeating blowes from the finest blade.LIKES
Super Human Strength & Endurance
Super Human Senses
Ability to Manipulate Light in various forms.DISLIKES
Horse Back Riding
Testing Different Types of Tea
Rainy Days
Peaceful Solutions
Hot Springs.HISTORY
Death
Suppression of the Weak
Hot Days
Being woken up
Being unable to protect
Ryo was born into a high class political family who had wealth and a moderate amount of power. Ryo was the youngest out of thirteen children. On the night of Ryo's fourth birthday a squad of forty eight soldiers had entered his house. Stepping out of bed with his bare feet tracking across the icy wooden floor Ryo stuck his head out as he heard his father arguing with the men. The conversation didn't last long. The head of his father rolled clean off the shoulders, his body soon knelled to it's knees as the geyser of crimson liquid shot forth from it's neck. His eyes widened as the men began forcing themselves upon his sisters. Their bare flesh exposed and their attire now in fragments. As they cried in anguish and pain the men simply laughed. Ryo stepped out from his room as he saw his mother fight back against the assult. the men held her down by slamming her on the table. Ryo ran onward attempting to engage the men in combat, but was simply swatted away like the four year old child he was. Forced to watch his family defiled, His mother was impaled on a spear, and hosted on the wall as if she was a painting. The pain, and fear was to much for Ryo, He broke free of the boney soldiers grasp he took one of his sisters hair pen needles and rushed back into the room stabbing one of the men to death in the neck. The other men easily removed Ryo off of him. Tears of rage began to disposition from his optics as one of the men withdrew his arm, and pulled the trigger. Ryo's body went numb and his existence was no more it seemed. The hole in his head made sure of that.
Ryo half dead crawled out of his house, and into the middle of the street where he was rescued from certain death by a man and woman. They patched him up, and took him in as one of their own. Two years would pass by before his mother would fall ill. Attempting to repay his debt to them the six year old took off on his own to try to get the medicine for his family. He was attempting to gather make it to the imperial palace and ask for medicine. However on his expedition Ryo fell off a cliff, and into a trench where he met a mystical creature who had also fallen off the same trench. The beast spoke to him, telling him that they were both dying. Yet Ryo said nothing, he only attempted to fight on in order to live it. Inspired by this the beast bit Ryo and the two became one. With renewed vigor and abilities. Ryo climbed the cliff in only to find out that the boy didn't have enough money to play for the medicine. What else could he do but enlist in the imperial army. The same army that slayed his previous family. The boy would stay with in the imperial army for 14 years hiding his unique abilities. The money he earned while working for the Emperor went back to his father and mother, where they were living the lives they deserved.
One day after returning from a day of duty Ryo witnessed similar events that were going to play out when he was four. Acting without thinking Ryo attacked and killed 32 Imperial Soldiers as well as faking his death. His has no contact with his family, and simply travels the world providing justice for those in need hoping to meet like minded people who care for the people. So one day he can unite the land with his fist.
• NOW WE ARE ONE
IN EVERLASTING PEACE •
IN EVERLASTING PEACE •
YOUR NAME/ALIASHOW YOU FOUND US
Don't have onePASSWORD
AdvertismentCUSTOM TITLE
Cocoa BeansSAMPLE RP
The First Black Tea & Ribbon Member
The four hundred scarlet flares began to waltz wildly, and untamed as it it gave birth to light in the darkness. The Hokage was one with this darkness, as he was alone in a room which held no illumination, but that of the candles. This dim-lighted room was voluminous, making it's existence well over three hundred meters, and Hazama sat in the middle of this ivory chamber that held nothing but himself candles. The riverbed beneath him was made from the very trees of Konoha's lands themselves. They were a deep wood brown, with a slightly tint of crimson that glistened from the refection of the flames. It took Eighteen hands to polish this wood each day, and Hazama's hands were one of those that gave aid to this task. Even though he was a Hokage he firmly believed he should dally a function in this endeavor. There where a total of two exits in this chamber, one being a sliding screen door at the end of three hundred meters, and the other being it's opposing analogous at the omega of the room. Seven Foot, Eleven Inched human ascended to his legs, with his fingers engaging in polka. He optics began to skeet, and he he went into a temporary hiatus before unlatching his eyelids. His facial expression hadn't changed, but his eyes... his eyes went through a metamorphosis which his akin called the White Evil Eye. His face now branded and laced with vascular tubular blood vessels that began branching around his visage. His tongue slithered around his bottom lip, leaving a very thin coating of saliva.
Hazama erected his arm forward with it's palm unobstructed, his left arm bending at his side at a ninety degree angle. His solar plexus began to constrict as he began to absorb zephyr through his nasal and mouth. He raised his right leg and took a slight onward slamming it into the foundation. The audio melody popped generating enough sound to pop ones ears, His body moved in harmony as he simultaneously expelling a large burst of fuuton chakra. The Hyuuga's mass would then recoil fifteen meters opposite from where he previously held his anatomy. Before his anatomy even finished migrating backwards, Hazama had already crouched his brute with his arms slanted left and right. This stance was very familiar to him, and one of his most prized to employ. A large green circle was deployed beneath him, it's light was fierce and blazing with energy. Hazama began delivering blows to the air as he was simply shadow boxing with another man in the form of a shadow. Each blow made a sharp high-pitched blast with every stab that was made. Hazama's muscle's began to tighten while the bang away continued to drizzle from his abdominals. With his final palm striking upward a burst of moisture ejected from his body as he stood with both fist forward in a thrusting position. The flares had finally given out, and whisk of each candle head was no more, but a crippled string. There was no more light in the darkness, the creators of light had forsaken Hazama, and thus his enlightenment was gone, and over.
The seven foot ten lockets of hair were wet, and waving from side to side as Hazama transcended towards his domain of living. Hazama himself had been a training for six days and six nights without proper rest the shinobi was slightly exasperated, and his next assignment was a shower, and possibly a good nights rest unless fate itself had other plans for today. Hazama shut the door to his personal Doju behind him, and took a gaze around his village viewing his people and the land he was to protect. He stood erect holding his position watching attempting to watch everyone in Konoha with his eyes.
(I don't type like this all the time, but it's one I thought I did pretty good at)The four hundred scarlet flares began to waltz wildly, and untamed as it it gave birth to light in the darkness. The Hokage was one with this darkness, as he was alone in a room which held no illumination, but that of the candles. This dim-lighted room was voluminous, making it's existence well over three hundred meters, and Hazama sat in the middle of this ivory chamber that held nothing but himself candles. The riverbed beneath him was made from the very trees of Konoha's lands themselves. They were a deep wood brown, with a slightly tint of crimson that glistened from the refection of the flames. It took Eighteen hands to polish this wood each day, and Hazama's hands were one of those that gave aid to this task. Even though he was a Hokage he firmly believed he should dally a function in this endeavor. There where a total of two exits in this chamber, one being a sliding screen door at the end of three hundred meters, and the other being it's opposing analogous at the omega of the room. Seven Foot, Eleven Inched human ascended to his legs, with his fingers engaging in polka. He optics began to skeet, and he he went into a temporary hiatus before unlatching his eyelids. His facial expression hadn't changed, but his eyes... his eyes went through a metamorphosis which his akin called the White Evil Eye. His face now branded and laced with vascular tubular blood vessels that began branching around his visage. His tongue slithered around his bottom lip, leaving a very thin coating of saliva.
Hazama erected his arm forward with it's palm unobstructed, his left arm bending at his side at a ninety degree angle. His solar plexus began to constrict as he began to absorb zephyr through his nasal and mouth. He raised his right leg and took a slight onward slamming it into the foundation. The audio melody popped generating enough sound to pop ones ears, His body moved in harmony as he simultaneously expelling a large burst of fuuton chakra. The Hyuuga's mass would then recoil fifteen meters opposite from where he previously held his anatomy. Before his anatomy even finished migrating backwards, Hazama had already crouched his brute with his arms slanted left and right. This stance was very familiar to him, and one of his most prized to employ. A large green circle was deployed beneath him, it's light was fierce and blazing with energy. Hazama began delivering blows to the air as he was simply shadow boxing with another man in the form of a shadow. Each blow made a sharp high-pitched blast with every stab that was made. Hazama's muscle's began to tighten while the bang away continued to drizzle from his abdominals. With his final palm striking upward a burst of moisture ejected from his body as he stood with both fist forward in a thrusting position. The flares had finally given out, and whisk of each candle head was no more, but a crippled string. There was no more light in the darkness, the creators of light had forsaken Hazama, and thus his enlightenment was gone, and over.
The seven foot ten lockets of hair were wet, and waving from side to side as Hazama transcended towards his domain of living. Hazama himself had been a training for six days and six nights without proper rest the shinobi was slightly exasperated, and his next assignment was a shower, and possibly a good nights rest unless fate itself had other plans for today. Hazama shut the door to his personal Doju behind him, and took a gaze around his village viewing his people and the land he was to protect. He stood erect holding his position watching attempting to watch everyone in Konoha with his eyes.
(I don't type like this all the time, but it's one I thought I did pretty good at)