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Post by thetruekey on Sept 22, 2007 1:53:42 GMT -4
Name: Tonaki Ishida Nickname(optional): (To those who know him well) Dukeye (pronounced: D-oo-k-ee)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Position:Neutral (Although more persuaded to good. But he will fight anyone if he feels threatened.)
Weapon: A large, bulky sword with a silver blade. The hilt is a red color and rather simple, two bars extending to protect his hands from sliding into the blade, the hilt wrapped in red cloth. The handle too is rather simple, just wide enough for him to grip, but not too large, and the handle is wrapped in white cloth.
(Update) : Tonaki now possesses a Keyblade (Unnamed Currently)
*Note* (Update)- when he 'activates' his sword it changed to look something like this: I has a blade bright as a diamond, and a handle, much like the previous one, except that it is black as the night,and it has imbedded in it two purple crystals, one on each side of the handle, matching the broad sides of the blade. The hilt is comprised of a dark-feathered wing shooting out of the blade where the hilt should be; accompanied by a pure white wing, identical to the other, only the opposing color. Jutting out of the hilt and up the side of the blade is a grey wing identical to those that comprise the hilt, only it is larger in size and it fans out at the tip to create a sort of semi- circle. Embedded in the center of each of the broad sides of the blade are two blue crystals that are always shinning bright.
Picture(optional):None
Appearance: Tonaki stand at five foot nine inches and weighs one-hundred thirty-six pounds. He has short, slightly spiked , dirty blonde hair. His eyes are a deep, ocean-blue color, but usually seem emotionless due to his demeanor. His complexion is a light olive color, some believed he is tanned, but it is nothing more than his natural skin color. A white shirt on top of a long-sleeved black shirt is part of the attire he chooses to wear. Along with a pair of black, cargo pants, a black vest with a broken zipper and, oddly enough, a set of shoulder guards connected to the shoulders of his vest, just before the vest's arms cut off; and finally, a pair of black, leather gloves, where he has ripped the fingers off, more for a comfort issue.
Personality: Tonaki tends to keep to himself allot, giving him somewhat of a 'lone wolf' label by all of those who meet him. He doesn't say much, but when he does it is usually due to the fact that he deems it important. Now, from that statement one would assume that what he said was informational or helpful, etc; but, contrary to popular belief, most of his comments belong to either the insult or criticism families. Knowing this would most likely give Tonaki the modified label of being serious or 'dark'. This, in turn, provides Tonaki with his stand during battle, neutral, he will fight anyone without a second thought, as long as he feels threatened or angry.
History/Background: As a child Tonaki was your average kid, fun-loving, happy-go-lucky, and joyful in general, it almost seemed impossible for anything to upset him or even make that oh-so-annoying smile disappear from his face. Well, someone found what it took. For, when he was ten years of age disaster struck his life as his mother passed away. Tonaki was devastated and many people thought he would never be his old happy self ever again. But with his father’s encouragement Tonaki managed to regain that long-lost glint of hope and happiness, and life returned to normal for him, or so people thought. But what they didn’t know was what he really felt, inside, hidden away from everyone, save his father of course, Tonaki was still devastated and hurt, but he only let his true emotions show whenever his mother was brought up. So, for his sake, and the sake of his father, they both agreed to seldom bring up that subject until Tonaki was truly happy again. But just when Tonaki thought things were looking up for him disaster crept upon him once more, this time even more devastating than the last time it reared its ugly head. This time disaster struck in the form of the heartless invasion of his home world. As the invasion began, Tonaki, like so many others, ran in pure terror, not knowing what this menace was, and thus, scared of it. But there rose from the terror and worry a group of people who were unafraid of this new menace, Tonaki’s father included. This group of citizens fought back the Heartless as best they could, but in the end the sheer number of the Heartless overpowered the group and one by one they fell to the creatures. Tonaki’s father was the last to fall, and Tonaki, the unlucky soul that he was, happened to be there to witness this. But, had he not been there, he would not have received, as a parting gift from his dying father, the weapon that would save his own life. His father handed to him, at the age of fifteen, a sword, the very one his father had used to fend off the Heartless menace. As his last words to his son Tonaki’s father bestowed upon him the secrets of the sword’s history and its place in his family line. The teary-eyed Tonaki accepted the gift and watched as his father slipped away from him to join once again with Tonaki’s mother. After his father’s death in the heat of battle Tonaki took up the sword and began to fight, but, like his father, found himself overwhelmed by the massive number of Heartless. But, just as the situation looked its bleakest something happened; a flash of light came from Tonaki’s sword. The blinding light forced Tonaki to close his eyes, and when he could manage to open his eyes again he found himself in an unknown world to him. Over time Tonaki began to unlock the secrets of his family's blade, but there are many things left for him to unlock. So, for now he wanders through the worlds, the memories of his past haunting him and bestowing upon him his seemingly stone-cold heart and ‘dark’ demeanor. Not even he knows his true purpose for his journeys, but none the less he continues to travel, fighting and training himself.
Role Playing Sample: "Hm, never thought I'd be back here again," came the words from a figure as he wandered through the streets of the World that Never Was. As he walked he watched the dark, damp streets as they passed. Slung over his back, covered by a sheath was a sword. This sword was no ordinary sword, it possessed the powers of his heart, of both light and darkness, unfortunately, at this moment in time it was only an ordinary sword. For you see, this boy was not the first wielder of this blade, it was given to him by his father, and had before been passed through his family line. And, unfortunately for this boy, he did not yet understand the true power of his sword; although some things he had been taught, others remained out of his grasp, for now. The boy lifted his head to the sky, his ocean blue eyes catching a glimpse of a far off star. He paused for a moment in complete silence, before raising his gloved hand up to the handle of his sword. His head dropped and his eyes scanned his surroundings. With great speed and force he pulled the blade from its sheath, slashing through the body of a Neoshadow. Knowing more would follow the boy took off in a sprint, the sword still gripped in his hand; his dirty blonde hair blowing in the wind as he ran. He stopped abruptly just before an open square, eyes appearing from the ground and slowly rising up to form countless Shadows and Neoshadows. One jolted at him, clinging to his black zip up vest, tearing the zipper in the front and nearly pulling it off. He swung around quickly, throwing the Shadow back into a wall, where it immediately disappeared in a puff of purple and black smoke that vanished as fast as the shadow had. He stood there, sword in the air, surrounded by a hoard of Heartless. His other hand rose to touch the blade of his sword, and when he did it began to glow. When the light faded he now held two swords, almost identical to each other, except one was as black as the night, the blade a dark shade of grey, a dark-feathered wing shooting up the side of the blade and stopping in a point at the top of the blade, the hilt now comprised of two wings similar to the one on the one side of the blade, both wings smaller in size and protruding from the point where the handle and the blade met. And in his other hand existed a blade almost identical to the other, except this one was colored a pearl-white, the blade a shimmering silver. Around his neck now, appeared a necklace, and on the end existed two pieces, one a white angel wing, and the other a black wing. They clanked against each other and bounced off his white shirt as he moved, avoiding swipes and dishing out some of his own. He felt a sharp pain in his leg at one moment and looked to see a Shadow clinging to his left almost for dear life, its claws extending through the leg of his black pants, and into his skin. He lifted his leg and slammed the Shadow into another, convincing it to release its hold, freeing his leg. He looked around him at the ever-increasing number of Heartless. His body was already being overrun by fatigue, the journey here had taken more than he had expected. Seeing the fact that in his condition he could not win he shot up into the air, attempting to land beyond the crowd, giving him a chance to escape.
Questions? Nope
*UPDATED* - 9/17/07
Sept 22, 2007 1:53:42 GMT -4
Last Edit: Mar 26, 2009 12:50:54 GMT -4 by thetruekey