Post by hirari on Oct 12, 2010 17:27:56 GMT 10
I am Human
.:My Life Is In Your Hands:.
Name: Hirari
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Origin: North
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance:
Feminine in appearance, Hirari wears his hair long, keeping it neat in a tight ponytail. He wears little to no armor, finding it cumbersome and uncomfortable. This leaves him extremely vulnerable to injury, and he relies heavily on his agility and wit to escape major conflicts. His clothes are light, and loose, making it easy to hide things beneath the folds, and allowing him to move freely without restriction. On his feet he wears a pair of light single-tooth geta.
.:Do I Look Like I'm Laughing To You?:.
Personality: Understanding of the danger in demon and dragon-hunting, Hirari tends to dwell on the safe sides of things. He takes great care to avoid conflict, and dislikes the idea of actually having to kill, or even fight. He was raised to have a great fear of dragons and thinks lowly of the tribes-people to the South, being taught by his parents that they are dirty and uncivilized. He has a strong sense of "'Us' vs 'them'" and can be quite stubborn when it comes to certain topics. Often, he'll voice his opinions, which will sometimes get him into a bit of trouble with others.
Hirari has a sharp tongue and a short temper, but is never violent, unless completely cornered. Instead of sticking around and fighting, he'll usually attempt to flee, using various tactics to get away. Hirari has a deep love for birds and often kept them as pets growing up. Being such fragile creatures, he developed a habit of handling things very gently. Whether it be a rock, a small animal, or even someone's hand, his grip is always firm but very soft.
Quiet and sullen most of the time, Hirari tends to give out a mildly depressing vibe. He hardly smiles, and when he does it's usually forced and almost painful-looking. There are times when a genuine smile does shine through. Particularly during the rainy seasons, when he thinks no one is looking, Hirari will play in the rain like a small child, hopping from one puddle to the next. Having a love of travel, it's not uncommon for Hirari to end up someplace far from home in a short amount of time.
.:Feel My Wrath:.
Weapons: For the most part Hirari is unarmed, and avoids conflict whenever possible, however, his mouth sometimes gets him into a bit of trouble. He was raised to believe that violence was only implemented by the inhuman and uncivilized. Despite this, he is able to defend himself should the time arise.
Hirari often travels around with a walking stick which he can use as a sort of makeshift weapon. He's not particularly skilled at using staff-type weapons, but makes due when he must.
Hidden beneath his clothes is a small dagger, it's much too short to do any real damage, unless it hits a major artery by chance. Though, its blade is coated in a mild poison, which paralyzes for a short period of time, then is often followed by a mild nausea.
The only true weapon Hirari possesses is cleverly disguised as a parasol, which he takes everywhere with him. The handle is made of dark ebony wood, and it can be removed from the umbrella, revealing a sharp, medium-length, crystal blade.
Skills:
Expert Swordsmanship: The only fighting style Hirari can properly utilize. He can move faster than most can follow with their eyes, but it can't be kept up for extended periods of time.
Smoke screen: Using a special mix of powders kept in small capsules, Hirari can throw these, breaking them open to fog an area, making it easy to escape combat. Useless on windy days.
Natural Medicines and Weaponry: After extensive study, Hirari has become knowledgeable on the various properties of local plants. He can create various healing salves, or poisons while traveling about.
Magic: None
Fighting Style: Whenever possible, Hirari will avoid conflict. If that's impossible, then he will end the fight as quickly as he can. Trained to be a swordsman by his father, Hirari is nothing less than an expert when using short to medium-length blades. He draws his weapon with absent guile and can quickly run and opponent through without wasting a single movement, or breaking a sweat. Specializing in this art, and this art alone, he's not very good at fighting with any other method. Perhaps he could punch his way out of a pinch, but he's still quite vulnerable without a blade in his hand.
.:I Was Once Younger:.
History Hirari was born on a warm summer day, the sky rumbling overhead, heavy with rain. For whatever reason, he was a sickly child. As an infant he was often listless and quiet, and for the longest time his parents were unsure if he'd live to see his first birthday. As he grew, his parents remained distant from him, wanting to spare themselves any grief if Hirari happened to pass away. He was a lonely child, and thrived on what little attention he received from his parents. Everything they taught him, he took to heart and made sure he remembered their every word. He did everything he was told, and was a model child. Obedient and silent.
Impressionable, Hirari picked up on the cold behavior of his parents and adopted their attitudes about the world around them. He refused to make friends with the other children, and only wanted to play by himself. About this time, he had stumbled upon a baby bird, and raised it on his own, hidden away in his room. Once it was grown, he released it, keeping a dusky brown feather as a memento. As he got older, his immunity to sickness began to pick up. No longer was he always ill, and his body grew stronger than most.
It wasn't too long after this, that his father began teaching him to defend himself. Hirari was often bullied by the other children for his odd anti-social behavior, and his father wanted to put a stop to it. The training was intense and went on all the way up until Hirari's first departure from home. Hirari was practically beaten black and blue by his father, who believed that it was good for the boy and would toughen him up. Meanwhile, his mother began to teach him about the many different properties of plants. However, this was far from a bonding experience. If anything, Hirari grew even farther from his parents, and no longer wanted to live under them.
...So he left. Packing up only what he needed, Hirari began to travel. Unfortunately, he was only away from home for a year before he caught wind of his father's death and quickly returned. Hirari was never informed of how his father died, but was left with his father's sword. Made of a fine crystal, a material foreign to northern lands, Hirari's mother explained that in his youth, Hirari's father was a traveler and had obtained it on one of his journeys. Light as a feather, but strong as diamond, Hirari treasured the fine blade. He had his parasol custom-made to set the sword within, and gradually began his travels again, sending his mother any fortune he happened to come by. To this day, he continues to travel, but not as extensively as he wishes.
Role play Sample: The light rustling of tall grass was all that was audible in the open field. Hirari stood completely still, his brown eyes gliding slowly across the peaceful landscape. He had no idea where he was anymore, but it wasn't often that he ever did. In the end, what did it matter? As long as he was able to take in what he felt here and now.
The male slowly closed his eyes, the orange glow of sunset warming his cool cheeks. Evening would be coming soon, and that meant he had to find shelter. Picking up his parasol, he flicked it open with ease, casting a dark purple shadow across his features. He could hear the birds settling in for the night, the cheerful chirping fading into the silence of night. Hirari opened his eyes to give the sunset a final look. His eyes, half-lidded stared out at the expanse. He watched the sun move, creeping along to sleep on the other side of the world.
Slowly, he began to walk, his feet thudding against the soft earth below him. The Parasol rested on his shoulder, his arm wrapped comfortably over it. Again the thought came into his head: he didn't know where he was going. Hirari reminded himself that the point of his journey wouldn't be where he ended up, the point of it wouldn't be the end. Comforted, he nodded to himself he continued on his way.
