Kurosawa Yoshimaru
Jul 28, 2010 12:32:30 GMT -8
Post by yoshi on Jul 28, 2010 12:32:30 GMT -8
PROFILE
[/font]Name:
Kurosawa Yoshimaru
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Faction:
Spiritually Aware Human
Rank:
Wanderer
Reiatsu Color:
Modena
Reiatsu Aura:
Vertigo - a real head spinner.
Appearance:
Nearly six feet in height and weighing in at around one-hundred and sixty-five pounds, Yoshi is the definition of a lean, mean killing machine; well, in the aspect of not necessarily being one.. His crown is caked with spiky, rosy-pink hair; his eyes a standard black hue. His most prominent feature (aside from those physical) is his scaly white scarf that hangs loosely around his neck. Draped over his torso is an all black sleeveless coat with double gold trimming, which can also be seen worn as a sash over his baggy white pants.
Personality:
The wholesome protagonist you could say: carefree, reckless, simple-minded in the aspect of finding the easiest route to accomplish things, fighter of evil-- the whole nine yards; and yet there is more, always more, to someone than those things that label them what they are, more things that allow one to get a feel for a character's motivation, their reasonings. An astute intuition allows Yoshi to keep cool on his toes; his actions (many sporadic and otherwise childish shenanigans) come quick and fluid as he smoothly adapts to any curve-ball scenario thrown his way.
History:
On the outskirts of Edo lived a band of nomads, or so it was told-- they never were welcomed respectfully into the city-limits of any Japanese village for their infamous spiritual manipulation of fire. One slip of the tongue or a chanced mishap of a child using their reiatsu could lead to a concoction of flame and destruction. Yoshimaru's impromptu tendency to display his traits of fire manipulation lead to the countless atrocities that followed the Kurosawa ichizoku. In his third year of living, Yoshi had already experienced the uprooting from village to village countless times; and each time his family was forced to move, a friend here or there was lost in the tide of life. But that's not to say that Yoshimaru grew up into being a hard boiled man like most men in his household, he was much more aloof and simple-minded, rarely taking into consideration the consequences or affects of using his fire.
For the five years (Yoshi now eight) living outside of Osaka were all good times. The seaport brought a multitude of food for he and his family and someone in the town actually took an interest into the family's unique flame manipulation to the point he offered several of them a job at his inn three nights a week. But as each night passed and went on, something sinister grew closer toward Osaka. In the heart of the night Yoshi had been practicing several new techniques with his father (for both entertainment and attacking purposes) when the masked beasts came. Three of them, each one far worse than the one before it. His family was startled to a sudden awakening and Yoshimaru could do nothing but watch as his father and the other men attempted to ward off the malefic entities. A successful attempt, or so it seemed, as the three beasts turned tail and exited the human realm through a black slit in the sky; but as the Kurosawa men lowered the defenses only momentarily, a menacing red ball of reiatsu came whizzing down toward the group, its target one of his kin. What came next altered the whole perspective of the eight year old child wholly-- one of his closest childhood friends had been hit by the doom blast, and eradicated completely on the spot.
The Kurosawa peoples moved back to the quite forest of Edo the following day to avoid another chance encounter with these deathly beings, but Yoshi knew this wasn't going to be his last time seeing such a monstrosity. By the time he'd reached age fifteen, he had learned how to fight and kill these beasts from several local-men who had heard tales of the spiritual beings donned 'Hollows.' "Go for their masks," they said, "Or that gaping hole in their chest." Some claims were left to chance, so Yoshimaru decided from himself to see just which of these wily claims from town drunkards were true. He whisked off away from his slumbering family in the heart of the night, channeling his reiatsu to the focal points of his body to lure the hollows from their black gate. His ploy had worked, but not how he had wished for. A single, grotesque entity answered the call of Yoshi's reiatsu flaring and for yet another time in his life, he was scared shitless.
With no aid from anyone in sight and the ghoulish fiend closing in on him, Yoshimaru was left with one choice: fight or die. His innate talent for his clan's fire techniques flourished in his vehement rage (he thought back on the day where one of these beasts had killed his cousin), so much to the point where he actually proved a worthy challenge to the masked murderer. Stupid, but not incredibly so, the hollow knew he'd perish if he continued his skirmish with the near reiatsu deprived human. An instantaneous rip through the dimensions left Yoshi alone bruised and battered at the edge of a lake outside of Edo. A traveling villager found his tattered body and brought him back to the town to be nursed back to full health; and it was within that near death experience that he knew what he had been destined to do..
Two years later (and not anywhere near maturity), Yoshi began to focus less on his reiatsu talents and more on mundane ones such as swordplay and hand-to-hand combat. His skill with a weapon was maladroit, but that didn't stop him for hacking and slashing at hollows every now and then. On his eighteenth birthday, Yoshimaru left his family to take on the old (and surprisingly upcoming) challenges of the world. Some time in Kyoto brought him closer to his techniques: the continuous amount of hollow activity in the reiatsu-laden area was more than enough to lead him down the good ole straight and narrow path toward "heroism."
.. For now, anyway.
