Name: Isamu
Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Position: Neutral
Powers: Usually does not use magic, except to summon great strength. Not that he needs it...
-Sword in the Stone-
He lifts his sword into the air and it turns into a glimmering stone sword that contains unbelievable colossal power.
-Knuckle Punch-
He brings back his fist and summons power, then as his fist goes forward for the punch, silver jagged stones are produced from his knuckles.
-Charge and Kill-
This attack takes a while to charge, but when attack is ready, he runs at a nearly-impossible-to-dodge speed and plunges sword into opponent, usually causing near death.
-Tornado-
Not sure if I'm allowed to take this from Goofy, but it's Goofy's cool little tornado spin thing in KH1.
-Bird's Eye View-
He plunges sword into ground and launches himself in the air, then charges down at opponent at flying speed, causing a Graviga-like affect.
Weapon: Quite large black sword.
Picture(optional): Something like this...
[Note: I took this from photo bucket. I'm not sure where it came from but please note that I'm not stealing this -- it's just nearly the exact picture I had in mind for this guy.]
Appearance: Isamu is tall (from 5 to 6 feet) and quite strong as he has built up this strength over many years, with his large muscles hidden by his dark clothing. His has large brown eyes that show (if you look closely) all the hardship, struggle, and experience he has gone through. He has long carefully-styled black hair, which forms into triangular shapes at the back, while the front is curved gentle hair that either goes off to the sides and grows very long or forms bangs that cover his face. The front also has many white highlights. He conceals most of his body with a mixture of loose and tight torn clothing, all in shades of grey, black, red, white, and brown. His top and pants are both black, the other colors show in his cloak and accessories. His cloak has an interesting pattern of curving lines running vertically across the torso. It has white hemming and is button-less. He has red fingerless gloves that reach to his elbow, black leather strips wrapping around each one. To stand out from a crowd, he sometimes wears a belt around his neck. The style and colour of the belt varies as he has many that he wears, chosen depending on mood.
Personality: Isamu is a mysterious young man, who sneaks around wherever he goes, casually casting suspicious glances at those around him. Most people see him as an evil or bad character, yet if he was not neutral but either bad or good, then he would be good. He has a good mind, a good heart not consumed by darkness as it may appear, and he will be willing to help in a life-death situation. Occasionally does he find himself in an argument as he keeps quiet, but when in one he would not shout, but insult the opposition as if shouting. If attacked, he would defend himself immediately and try to bring the opponent down to a position where with one strike death would occur. Yet, Isamu would never kill anything but heartless.
History/Background: Isamu would never tell a soul his past, but as this is an OOC thread, I can tell you a little about it *evil laughter*.
Isamu was born into a poor family as an only-child in an unknown world. He grew up strong and resistant, but yet young and naive. The people around him were strange to him, and he understood little. This concluded in him either loving someone or hating them. Never anything in between. Isamu grew to the age of seven, learning how to fight from his parents (who kept many secrets and he knew he could never understand them) and hearing stories of other worlds and places, until they moved towns.
The move had something to do with his father's work, but as Isamu didn't even know what his father did, he knew nothing more of why they moved. When he turned ten, his father died and, although he didn't know how the money was earned, he knew there would be financial problems. His mother, distraught, moved away to a small village, suddenly becoming over-protective of her son. Isamu grew to be quite rebel, concealing everything from everyone, staying as far as possible from the protection of his mother, and practising every day and night with his sword, just as he had been taught.
At sixteen, Isamu ran away from his mother and began to travel to the worlds he had heard so much about as a child. He didn't know much on getting there, but enough to get him somewhere...
Role Playing Sample: The man's dark brown eyes shifted across the cafe, scanning each person thoroughly. He brought a heavy hand to his fork and clutched it tightly, shoving bits and pieces of his meal into his mouth. He would be travelling to the coliseum tomorrow, and he knew little opponents stood a chance against him. Modest? No, not in terms of fighting. Of course the man had weaknesses, but he made sure his opponents knew nothing of them. He grasped his tall glass of water with his left hand, slowly lifting it to his mouth. He stared down into the clear liquid, picturing only what he could know as he tilted the drink from side to side, watching the smooth wet beverage sway gently from one side of the glass to the other.
He glanced up as he heard the heavy door of the cafe swing open with a quiet creak. Just a simple boy, looking for a snack to munch on. Every time the man heard a sound, he would cautiously look up, as if fearing someone - or something - to enter the room and see him. It was one of the man's greatest fears, and although his name meant courageous warrior, he believed himself foolishly fearful. Isamu. That was his name. What a fake... what an impostor... There was a voice inside his mind, telling him he was simply being modest, but Isamu didn't believe the voice. In fact, he hardly believed a thing a all. Even those things he had seen with his own eyes.
