Kisaragi Yori
Mar 3, 2011 12:18:05 GMT -8
Post by itsuki on Mar 3, 2011 12:18:05 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Kisaragi Yori
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Faction: Spiritually Aware Human
Rank: Woodsman
Reiatsu Color: Sea Green
Reiatsu Aura: The tension of a bowstring about to snap.
Appearance: Yori is a rough looking man who has lived his entire life in the wilderness. He is a large man, several inches over six feet tall, and broad shouldered. His face is hard, and generally has several days of stubble and scruffy growth. He does attempt to shave once in a while, but rarely remembers. He is somewhat dirty, by city-dwelling standards, though he washes often in the rivers and springs of his mountain home. Hard labor has built a significant amount of muscle on his frame, but he keeps trim by stalking and hunting animals, preventing his size from being cumbersome.
His clothes are roughly stitched, hand made from leather and scraps of cloth. They are usually mute colors; tan, gray, and brown to help blend in to his environment. Both his pants and sleeveless tunic sport many patches, stitches, and repairs. Due to the cold temperatures up in the mountains, he has fashioned a long, heavy cloak from the pelts of wolves, bears, and other animals he has killed, with a hood consisting of a bear's head which sits over his own, held in place by a leather strap attached to a wolf's head on one shoulder, circling his torso. He additionally wears a sturdy leather belt with pouches for carrying his meager possessions, and some solid boots for long hikes.
Personality: Yori has spent little to no time around humans, and it shows. His speech is rough and accented, and he has difficulty reading and writing, only able to make out simple characters and short words or sentences. Drawn-out conversations tend to make him uncomfortable, and he values his solitude. Spending almost his entire life in the wilderness has given him skewed views of human interaction, as well as issues like life and death. People tend to think him cruel, or perhaps insane because of this, but, he considers it natural, and cannot comprehend the behavior of 'city dwellers'.
History: Yori remembers very little of his history. He has very faint recollections of his early life, being surrounded by buildings and people with his family. For reasons he cannot recall, however, they were forced to flee in to the wilderness. Faint images of fire and combat are the only clues he has, but, he has never bothered to put much thought in to it. Even his life beyond that, living in a remote cabin with his family are hazy to him, and he can no longer pictures of the faces of his relatives. He has no concept of time, and no way to, or interest in recording his history, so, he has long since lost track of his age, as well as the time he has spent apart from civilization.
His day-to-day activities fill his time, and he is content to simply exist, hunting, fishing, gathering resources and materials. His home is in shambles; A barely standing log cabin that used to belong to his family. Being the sole surviving member of said family, it now belongs to him alone. He has few possessions; Some books he doesn't know how to read, clothes, tools, and weapons. He needs little else, and sees no use for money. When he needs new tools, or anything beyond his capacity to make, he journeys down to the outlying settlements, and trades pelts or small wood carvings for goods and services.
Having no concept of 'normal', he didn't notice as his powers developed. In his mid-teen years, he began to see spectral figures wandering through the trees occasionally, or walking up and down the paths in the mountains. Having no reason to believe otherwise, he simply assumed it was a natural occurrence, and that everyone would see these people just as he did. He was curious that they left no tracks, and did not seem to disturb the animals, but, soon gave up on trying to explain this phenomenon. His acceptance of these spirits, and assumption that everyone else could see them as well, furthered the belief that he was insane whenever he met with another living human, as he would occasionally speak to one of the spectral images, or make reference to it, when the human could see nothing there.
His other powers also developed without his knowledge, believing them to be a normal and natural progression of his strength. They appeared one day while he was hunting. He was crouched amidst the trees, watching a pack of wolves. He studied them, watched how they moved, how they acted, how they fought. Through understanding the beasts, he could hunt them better. He tried to move like they did, to feel what they felt. He felt a strange sensation running through his body, and then, before he realized what was happening, he had become a wolf himself, acute senses and all.
These powers have come in handy on more than one occasion, when strange masked animals he had never seen before approached him. Normally, he had no trouble from the local animals, who accepted him as part of their environment, but these strange beasts attacked savagely, and had to be put down.
All of these events blend together for him, and he goes about his life without trouble or worry, never believing for a moment that anything out-of-the-ordinary has happened to him.
Name: Kisaragi Yori
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Faction: Spiritually Aware Human
Rank: Woodsman
Reiatsu Color: Sea Green
Reiatsu Aura: The tension of a bowstring about to snap.
Appearance: Yori is a rough looking man who has lived his entire life in the wilderness. He is a large man, several inches over six feet tall, and broad shouldered. His face is hard, and generally has several days of stubble and scruffy growth. He does attempt to shave once in a while, but rarely remembers. He is somewhat dirty, by city-dwelling standards, though he washes often in the rivers and springs of his mountain home. Hard labor has built a significant amount of muscle on his frame, but he keeps trim by stalking and hunting animals, preventing his size from being cumbersome.
His clothes are roughly stitched, hand made from leather and scraps of cloth. They are usually mute colors; tan, gray, and brown to help blend in to his environment. Both his pants and sleeveless tunic sport many patches, stitches, and repairs. Due to the cold temperatures up in the mountains, he has fashioned a long, heavy cloak from the pelts of wolves, bears, and other animals he has killed, with a hood consisting of a bear's head which sits over his own, held in place by a leather strap attached to a wolf's head on one shoulder, circling his torso. He additionally wears a sturdy leather belt with pouches for carrying his meager possessions, and some solid boots for long hikes.
Personality: Yori has spent little to no time around humans, and it shows. His speech is rough and accented, and he has difficulty reading and writing, only able to make out simple characters and short words or sentences. Drawn-out conversations tend to make him uncomfortable, and he values his solitude. Spending almost his entire life in the wilderness has given him skewed views of human interaction, as well as issues like life and death. People tend to think him cruel, or perhaps insane because of this, but, he considers it natural, and cannot comprehend the behavior of 'city dwellers'.
History: Yori remembers very little of his history. He has very faint recollections of his early life, being surrounded by buildings and people with his family. For reasons he cannot recall, however, they were forced to flee in to the wilderness. Faint images of fire and combat are the only clues he has, but, he has never bothered to put much thought in to it. Even his life beyond that, living in a remote cabin with his family are hazy to him, and he can no longer pictures of the faces of his relatives. He has no concept of time, and no way to, or interest in recording his history, so, he has long since lost track of his age, as well as the time he has spent apart from civilization.
His day-to-day activities fill his time, and he is content to simply exist, hunting, fishing, gathering resources and materials. His home is in shambles; A barely standing log cabin that used to belong to his family. Being the sole surviving member of said family, it now belongs to him alone. He has few possessions; Some books he doesn't know how to read, clothes, tools, and weapons. He needs little else, and sees no use for money. When he needs new tools, or anything beyond his capacity to make, he journeys down to the outlying settlements, and trades pelts or small wood carvings for goods and services.
Having no concept of 'normal', he didn't notice as his powers developed. In his mid-teen years, he began to see spectral figures wandering through the trees occasionally, or walking up and down the paths in the mountains. Having no reason to believe otherwise, he simply assumed it was a natural occurrence, and that everyone would see these people just as he did. He was curious that they left no tracks, and did not seem to disturb the animals, but, soon gave up on trying to explain this phenomenon. His acceptance of these spirits, and assumption that everyone else could see them as well, furthered the belief that he was insane whenever he met with another living human, as he would occasionally speak to one of the spectral images, or make reference to it, when the human could see nothing there.
His other powers also developed without his knowledge, believing them to be a normal and natural progression of his strength. They appeared one day while he was hunting. He was crouched amidst the trees, watching a pack of wolves. He studied them, watched how they moved, how they acted, how they fought. Through understanding the beasts, he could hunt them better. He tried to move like they did, to feel what they felt. He felt a strange sensation running through his body, and then, before he realized what was happening, he had become a wolf himself, acute senses and all.
These powers have come in handy on more than one occasion, when strange masked animals he had never seen before approached him. Normally, he had no trouble from the local animals, who accepted him as part of their environment, but these strange beasts attacked savagely, and had to be put down.
All of these events blend together for him, and he goes about his life without trouble or worry, never believing for a moment that anything out-of-the-ordinary has happened to him.
