Post by Dran on May 19, 2011 5:52:07 GMT -5
Name: Ziharen Ridgeway
Age: 17
Personality: He seems alof and self-centered, when in acctuality, the first thing he'll say in a fight is "No one's dying here today" meaning beneath his self-centered shell is a kind soul, he will accept any fight, but won't ussually attack, using only his legs when a chance opens up, he seems to hate fighting despite how eager he looks, seeing that he'll try to finish them as fast as he can, which is ussually true, the quickest fight he ever fought was 3 seconds long. He tends to get along well with others, his soul his malleable, he can attune it to almost anyone, but people can barely ever match personality, making him a tough partener. If you manage to get along with him, he is a friend for life, he will not, under any circumstance, allow anyone to die on a mission if he can prevent it.
Appearance: He keeps a coat drapped over his shoulder, never really putting it on, he'll sometimes wear a mask, that looks alot like the Kishins face, with the three eyes covering it, despite this he doesn't seem to be evil, or good, he simply seems there, his shirt also has the eyes on both sleeves, the eyes are red, the shirt itself is grey. His pants are jeans, that are black. if you manage to get behind him, which isn't very hard, you can see that the coat also has the three eyes on the back, this time their black and seem to be bleeding black blood, while the coat itself is grey, his hair is a smokey grey color.
Strengths: He is able to in his human form make katana blades emerge from his hands for a good defense even when alone, though in his weapon form his blade has a special feature, it can slow cell cloning, preventing healing or regeneration.
Weaknesses: He is over active, not wanting to stop fighting once its started, though he will stop eventually, its only after hes been supressed and tied to a wall.
History: Ziharen lived a nice life, he lived in luxury, his family being extremely rich, he learned at a private school. Then it began, people began to die randomly, found on the road, dead, Ziharen knew he was next somehow, He was walking the streets at night when the killer appeared, he rushed forward screaming "Your soul is mine!", Ziharen held his hand out to try to stop him, suddenly a large blade shot forth from his hand, impaling the man, his body vanished, only his soul being left, Ziharen walked up, wondering what just happened, he looked at the soul, he went to touch it, then the soul shot into a new diamond mark on his hand, he felt energized by this, he wrapped his hand in a bandage and ran home, he told his parents what happened, they didn't seem suprised, they sent him to a knew school, known as Shibusen, he quickly got used to it, but made no friends, he didn't mind, He was sent on a mission to his home town, he decided to visit his parents, they were over joyed to see how much their son had grown, suddenly, the door crashed down, and a group of thugs came through, Ziharen knew immediatly, they were all Kishin eggs, Ziharen passed his judgement, blades shot from both of his hands, he charged forward, and began slaughtering the invaders, when there were only a few left, he said "If you run, you live." they didn't listen, they charged, he killed the rest of them, collected their souls, then returned to Shibusen.
RP sample: "Enough! Don't do this!" Ziharen screamed, the man he was yelling to yelled back "Alright, if you can defeat me in honerable battle, she may live." Blades shot from Ziharens hand "Lets go." The samurai he faced drew his sword and charged at him, they locked their swords "Pathetic" said the samurai "This will be finished soon" Ziharen then realized he was trying to finish this quickly, he decided to taunt him "You honerable jerk, what kinda samurai sacrifices someone?" there was laughing "Can you find me? Slugman." the samurai got visibly angry, once he saw Ziharen, he charged not thinking, "End Game" he leaped behind the samurai and ran him through with both his swords, the samurai was reduced to his soul only, Ziharen collected his soul, freed his captive, and left, becoming a whisper in the wind.
Age: 17
Personality: He seems alof and self-centered, when in acctuality, the first thing he'll say in a fight is "No one's dying here today" meaning beneath his self-centered shell is a kind soul, he will accept any fight, but won't ussually attack, using only his legs when a chance opens up, he seems to hate fighting despite how eager he looks, seeing that he'll try to finish them as fast as he can, which is ussually true, the quickest fight he ever fought was 3 seconds long. He tends to get along well with others, his soul his malleable, he can attune it to almost anyone, but people can barely ever match personality, making him a tough partener. If you manage to get along with him, he is a friend for life, he will not, under any circumstance, allow anyone to die on a mission if he can prevent it.
Appearance: He keeps a coat drapped over his shoulder, never really putting it on, he'll sometimes wear a mask, that looks alot like the Kishins face, with the three eyes covering it, despite this he doesn't seem to be evil, or good, he simply seems there, his shirt also has the eyes on both sleeves, the eyes are red, the shirt itself is grey. His pants are jeans, that are black. if you manage to get behind him, which isn't very hard, you can see that the coat also has the three eyes on the back, this time their black and seem to be bleeding black blood, while the coat itself is grey, his hair is a smokey grey color.
Strengths: He is able to in his human form make katana blades emerge from his hands for a good defense even when alone, though in his weapon form his blade has a special feature, it can slow cell cloning, preventing healing or regeneration.
Weaknesses: He is over active, not wanting to stop fighting once its started, though he will stop eventually, its only after hes been supressed and tied to a wall.
History: Ziharen lived a nice life, he lived in luxury, his family being extremely rich, he learned at a private school. Then it began, people began to die randomly, found on the road, dead, Ziharen knew he was next somehow, He was walking the streets at night when the killer appeared, he rushed forward screaming "Your soul is mine!", Ziharen held his hand out to try to stop him, suddenly a large blade shot forth from his hand, impaling the man, his body vanished, only his soul being left, Ziharen walked up, wondering what just happened, he looked at the soul, he went to touch it, then the soul shot into a new diamond mark on his hand, he felt energized by this, he wrapped his hand in a bandage and ran home, he told his parents what happened, they didn't seem suprised, they sent him to a knew school, known as Shibusen, he quickly got used to it, but made no friends, he didn't mind, He was sent on a mission to his home town, he decided to visit his parents, they were over joyed to see how much their son had grown, suddenly, the door crashed down, and a group of thugs came through, Ziharen knew immediatly, they were all Kishin eggs, Ziharen passed his judgement, blades shot from both of his hands, he charged forward, and began slaughtering the invaders, when there were only a few left, he said "If you run, you live." they didn't listen, they charged, he killed the rest of them, collected their souls, then returned to Shibusen.
RP sample: "Enough! Don't do this!" Ziharen screamed, the man he was yelling to yelled back "Alright, if you can defeat me in honerable battle, she may live." Blades shot from Ziharens hand "Lets go." The samurai he faced drew his sword and charged at him, they locked their swords "Pathetic" said the samurai "This will be finished soon" Ziharen then realized he was trying to finish this quickly, he decided to taunt him "You honerable jerk, what kinda samurai sacrifices someone?" there was laughing "Can you find me? Slugman." the samurai got visibly angry, once he saw Ziharen, he charged not thinking, "End Game" he leaped behind the samurai and ran him through with both his swords, the samurai was reduced to his soul only, Ziharen collected his soul, freed his captive, and left, becoming a whisper in the wind.
