Post by kaska on Jul 5, 2006 14:01:30 GMT -5
Name: Metsukai (Met-soo-kigh), Saijin (Sigh-jin) (Nickname is Jin)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nation: Fire Nation
Bender: No, however, he is very renowned for his great power and skill with his fists, preferring martial arts to weapons or bending any day. At close range, it has been said that not even an earth bender can defend against his strikes. When he is at long range, his favored weapon is actually one that not many would ever consider something lethal, the chopstick. He has gotten so good at aiming and throwing these weapons that he can actually hit his mark within an inch of the intended strike point.
Physical Appearance:
Well, here is where things get a bit weird. Jin is supposedly a very attractive man from what most people would say, which leads they to question why he looks like he does in person. He has a very nice build, as has been said in the rumors, having a very toned stomach as well as rather buff arms and legs. But...that’s about where the fairy-tale looks end, I’m afraid.
He has black hair, like the rest of his nation, but only half of it is actually seen, as the entire right side of his head is bandaged. Below that bandage, there is no eye, just a scarred hole and scorched flesh. In fact, you can even see some of the burns past the bandages, extending to the left side. But, that’s not where the wounds end. Remove his shirt, and you’ll find more bandages, all over his entire torso, covering the same exact problem; there are burns all over his body. I won’t go into detail if you remove his pants, but he is still heavily burned there as well.
This is why he cherishes the left side of his face so dearly, because of the fact that every other part of his body is utterly hideous. Aside from the fine details, Jin is a man who proudly displays his great stature of six feet and six inches.
Clothing/Armour:
No longer being an accepting member of the Fire Nation’s population, Jin has refused to don their clothing. Instead, he wears his own breed of clothing, which he had made for himself by a professional tailor in the Earth Kingdom. The basic components are a tunic with sleeves that extend about a foot past the hands, a bright red sash, that is wrapped around his waist like a belt in karate, the front lengths extending to mid-calf, hakama-style pants, and flat black cloth boots with hardened soles.
Going into detail on his shirt, its base color is a dark, untainted black, but does have small parts of red. These parts are located in the form of vertical stripes that are positions around the collarbones and extend from the bottom of the shirt in the front all the way to the bottom in the back. The other areas are at the ends of the sleeves, having about a four inch area at the very end that is pure red.
His hakama are equally interesting, as they are the same black color as the tunic/shirt with the same kind of features, but in different areas. Instead of going vertically, the two red stripes are horizontal and form rings around his mid-thigh and mid-calf. The last portions are red are just like the sleeves on the shirt, making the last four inches of the hakama pure red.
He has four pieces of armour, one on each limb. The first two are armoured plates, wrapped around his forearms under his shirt. The last two are just as you may have guessed, metal shin guards.
Weapons:
Aside from his fists, all that Jin has are steel chopsticks, kept in the linings of his sleeves in such a way where he can drop just one out at any time he pleases. There are about 20 in each sleeve. If you think that the heat conduction from the metal might be uncomfortable for him, remember that he is both ex-Fire Nation, and heavily burned. The part about the Fire Nation says that he can easily take the heat produced by the chopsticks if the area is hot, as he used to working around Fire Benders. The heavily burned part means that he probably wouldn’t feel it much anyway, hot or cold, as his nerves have been scorched to a point where sensations like heat are no longer available to him.
Personality:
If you could find anyone on this planet who would be the biggest wuss...you’re definitely looking in the wrong place. Jin’s avid thrill-seeking has had a huge negative impact on his life in the past, but he really doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. If the Ava-verse had any form of theme park or whatever, he would’ve ridden every one long ago, and still thirst for more adrenaline.
This is why he loves to fight so much, because it gives him a huge amount of adrenaline if his enemy is skilled enough. Sadly, because he fights so much, most aren’t, and he is left with no one good enough left to fight. So, he has resorted to fighting benders of all shapes, sizes, and levels.
Getting away from his thrill-seeking side, he’s a very compassionate and loving person, part of the reason why he despises the Fire Nation and its horrible leaders. If there is someone in need of some quick aid, it is likely that he will help them unless something more pressing has come up.
Things that will surely get him mad are tyrants, monsters (as in horrible people), and people who fear him for the way he looks.
Background:
When born, the girl, Princess Yue, did not cry. You certainly can’t say the same here, oh god no. When this boy was born, you could hear him in the next town, he was so loud! Not only that, but he cried so much that, for his first three months of life, it’s basically all he ever did! Of course, it was probably reasonable. When he was born, he was also born with a lung disorder, possibly from the smoke of the fire benders that always worked around his mother when she was pregnant.
He was actually born into a family that was of the lower class, living in a small servant house next to a great fire bending school as the master’s helpers and servants. Sadly, they knew that this was also the destiny of their son, Saijin. There were few benders in his family, and the ones that were benders were very poor benders. Gladly though, there was still hope that he would bend and, when he was eight, his parents, Piran (Father) and Fuera (Mother), begged their master to allow him to join his school as a fire bender, and offered to work twice as hard in exchange.
His reply was a tad long-winded, and Jin was just in the other room, “Absolutely not! The filth of the peasant class has no place in a school for the upper class! Be grateful that I gave you a place to live, instead of rotting on the streets like you were ten years ago!”
The parents, though shattered, understood him completely. Jin, however, was shocked and deeply hurt. Up until that point, he really never thought about the distinction between social classes, and his reality got a lot more complicated. What was he supposed to do with his life at this point if his social class was actually that low? He stopped thinking of himself as a servant and more of a slave at this point. Was he any better? Did he have any more rights? He could leave at any time but, with his status, could he afford to?
He made his decision, though; he would stay. He had no real choice other than that. But, while he worked, he would watch the Fire Benders bending. He knew full well that he could never bend, but saw the way that they bent to be a fairly decent fighting method. This method of fighting on Earth is known as Northern Shaolin, the Pine Forest style of Kung Fu, as well as a very renowned one when it came to fighting.
So, in his free time, the boy, Saijin, would imitate the movements, slowly gaining a mastery over their fighting style, even though he was not being taught how to bend the fire. However, by the time he was 15, and almost a master of their imitation style, he was caught by the teacher. “Bring the boy over to me! Use any force necessary!” The snobby upper class children took rather kindly to this, chasing him throughout the school while flinging flames at him. While slowed down by the flames, he was caught by the other students, who he quickly disposed of with his Kung Fu.
The students had been taught how to bend by fighting, but not how to actually fight. Once all of the students were down, he thought he was safe, as the master was old and flames could not travel so long a distance. That is, until he was struck with a fearsome bolt of lightning; it had been directed by the teacher’s hand. The teacher then went over to the boy and lifted him by the hair, “You, by mocking our art as well as the upper class, have disgraced our school! You will be punished for such insolence!” It was at this point that Jin was afraid that he was going to die, but the punishment was to be much worse than that.
There he was, naked and tied to shortened cross, so his feet could touch the ground, also tied down and spread. This would make him a wide target, all over his body. “Do not hit his face! Practice was I have taught you! This is what happens to those who commit treason against the Fire Nation!” One by one, fireballs, rings, whips, whatever you could think of, where slamming against his body. Jin was screaming in what could be described as utter agony. When they were done, there he was, just hanging there, burns all over his body.
But, the sensei wasn’t finished. He walked up to the boy and once again pulled his head up by the hair. “And this is so you may never again see us or mock us again!” He then took his hand and built up intense heat, forming flame, and prepared to smash it into the boy’s eyes. But, the instant before he hit the boy’s face, his mother charged the sensei, knocking him over just as his palm was to hit Jin’s eyes, only hitting his right one instead of both. When he was knocked down, the woman was viciously stabbing him with a pair of chopsticks, screaming about what he did to her baby.
Within thirty seconds, the teacher was dead, the students just standing there in total awe, as they didn’t have the time to contemplate on what just happened. Just now realizing that she killed someone, Jin’s mother was thrown into a state of shock and awe at herself. However, her husband knew exactly what to do, running to their injured child and dousing him in water. It hurt like hell, but it would help the wounds that he had received, not like he could feel anything else at this point.
Within the next month, they were gone. They emigrated from the Fire Nation and moved to the Earth Kingdom. Their red-tinted outfits got them very strange looks, and the boy fully bandages made him look like a severely wounded soldier, so they were attacked a few times. But, by this time, his burns were fully healed, save for the scars that would remain all over his body for the rest of his life, so any attackers were dealt with.
Of course, one such attack came with a high price. A group of disgruntled Earth Kingdom police approached the three, each with a spear, and Jin’s parents didn’t know how to fight. “Fire Kingdom scum! It appears that, with you, you have a leper. Give us the leper or die. We cannot risk such a contagious threat such as this in our kingdom.”
“Please, sir, this is our son, he has burns all over his body.” Explained Jin’s father to the soldiers.
“If you want to keep your son, and he is indeed not a leper, then you will beg!” replied one of the police. Without hesitating, Jin’s father dropped to his hands and knees, face to the ground and begged him.
“Please, sir, let us and our son pass. We mean no harm and only wish for peaceful citizenship.” The soldier simply chuckled in a malignant way.
“So, you’re spies then! Men, kill them!” he commanded, his men complying. Each man had a spear, and attacked one of the travelers. Jin was able to take out any that came out him, but was too busy defending himself to help his parents. When he finished off the last guard, there he saw his two parents, dead before his eyes. He simply clenched a fist and buried his parents in the soil of their new home, the Earth Kingdom. It is how they would have wanted to die.
And so, Jin went on, living out his life, eventually mastering chopstick throwing in honor of his mother, who saved his life. In two pieces of stone along the road, one can still see, poorly chipped into then by an Earth Kingdom spearhead:
Sample RP:
~pat pat pat~
Went the heels of the boots of a man that was walking into town, little puffs of dirt rising and walked along the unpaved streets. There were many stares and glances that were shot his way, for he was dressed in such an odd manner, and half of his face was entirely covered by bandages. “Mommy, she won’t come down!” yelled a little girl, sobbing about her Parrot-Cat not coming down from the top of a building.
Without anyone’s consent, the man, Jin, simply ran up to the building, using only his momentum to run up the wall and land sideways on the small patio shade. It took him a few tries, as the animal was jumpy, but he eventually grabbed the little girl’s pet and jumped back down, handing it too her. Were she not so young, she may have appreciated it, but instead, she cried and ran to her mother, as his appearance was a fairly menacing thing to behold.
“And so goes another thankless deed.” Jin said, just before continuing on into the inn.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nation: Fire Nation
Bender: No, however, he is very renowned for his great power and skill with his fists, preferring martial arts to weapons or bending any day. At close range, it has been said that not even an earth bender can defend against his strikes. When he is at long range, his favored weapon is actually one that not many would ever consider something lethal, the chopstick. He has gotten so good at aiming and throwing these weapons that he can actually hit his mark within an inch of the intended strike point.
Physical Appearance:
Well, here is where things get a bit weird. Jin is supposedly a very attractive man from what most people would say, which leads they to question why he looks like he does in person. He has a very nice build, as has been said in the rumors, having a very toned stomach as well as rather buff arms and legs. But...that’s about where the fairy-tale looks end, I’m afraid.
He has black hair, like the rest of his nation, but only half of it is actually seen, as the entire right side of his head is bandaged. Below that bandage, there is no eye, just a scarred hole and scorched flesh. In fact, you can even see some of the burns past the bandages, extending to the left side. But, that’s not where the wounds end. Remove his shirt, and you’ll find more bandages, all over his entire torso, covering the same exact problem; there are burns all over his body. I won’t go into detail if you remove his pants, but he is still heavily burned there as well.
This is why he cherishes the left side of his face so dearly, because of the fact that every other part of his body is utterly hideous. Aside from the fine details, Jin is a man who proudly displays his great stature of six feet and six inches.
Clothing/Armour:
No longer being an accepting member of the Fire Nation’s population, Jin has refused to don their clothing. Instead, he wears his own breed of clothing, which he had made for himself by a professional tailor in the Earth Kingdom. The basic components are a tunic with sleeves that extend about a foot past the hands, a bright red sash, that is wrapped around his waist like a belt in karate, the front lengths extending to mid-calf, hakama-style pants, and flat black cloth boots with hardened soles.
Going into detail on his shirt, its base color is a dark, untainted black, but does have small parts of red. These parts are located in the form of vertical stripes that are positions around the collarbones and extend from the bottom of the shirt in the front all the way to the bottom in the back. The other areas are at the ends of the sleeves, having about a four inch area at the very end that is pure red.
His hakama are equally interesting, as they are the same black color as the tunic/shirt with the same kind of features, but in different areas. Instead of going vertically, the two red stripes are horizontal and form rings around his mid-thigh and mid-calf. The last portions are red are just like the sleeves on the shirt, making the last four inches of the hakama pure red.
He has four pieces of armour, one on each limb. The first two are armoured plates, wrapped around his forearms under his shirt. The last two are just as you may have guessed, metal shin guards.
Weapons:
Aside from his fists, all that Jin has are steel chopsticks, kept in the linings of his sleeves in such a way where he can drop just one out at any time he pleases. There are about 20 in each sleeve. If you think that the heat conduction from the metal might be uncomfortable for him, remember that he is both ex-Fire Nation, and heavily burned. The part about the Fire Nation says that he can easily take the heat produced by the chopsticks if the area is hot, as he used to working around Fire Benders. The heavily burned part means that he probably wouldn’t feel it much anyway, hot or cold, as his nerves have been scorched to a point where sensations like heat are no longer available to him.
Personality:
If you could find anyone on this planet who would be the biggest wuss...you’re definitely looking in the wrong place. Jin’s avid thrill-seeking has had a huge negative impact on his life in the past, but he really doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. If the Ava-verse had any form of theme park or whatever, he would’ve ridden every one long ago, and still thirst for more adrenaline.
This is why he loves to fight so much, because it gives him a huge amount of adrenaline if his enemy is skilled enough. Sadly, because he fights so much, most aren’t, and he is left with no one good enough left to fight. So, he has resorted to fighting benders of all shapes, sizes, and levels.
Getting away from his thrill-seeking side, he’s a very compassionate and loving person, part of the reason why he despises the Fire Nation and its horrible leaders. If there is someone in need of some quick aid, it is likely that he will help them unless something more pressing has come up.
Things that will surely get him mad are tyrants, monsters (as in horrible people), and people who fear him for the way he looks.
Background:
When born, the girl, Princess Yue, did not cry. You certainly can’t say the same here, oh god no. When this boy was born, you could hear him in the next town, he was so loud! Not only that, but he cried so much that, for his first three months of life, it’s basically all he ever did! Of course, it was probably reasonable. When he was born, he was also born with a lung disorder, possibly from the smoke of the fire benders that always worked around his mother when she was pregnant.
He was actually born into a family that was of the lower class, living in a small servant house next to a great fire bending school as the master’s helpers and servants. Sadly, they knew that this was also the destiny of their son, Saijin. There were few benders in his family, and the ones that were benders were very poor benders. Gladly though, there was still hope that he would bend and, when he was eight, his parents, Piran (Father) and Fuera (Mother), begged their master to allow him to join his school as a fire bender, and offered to work twice as hard in exchange.
His reply was a tad long-winded, and Jin was just in the other room, “Absolutely not! The filth of the peasant class has no place in a school for the upper class! Be grateful that I gave you a place to live, instead of rotting on the streets like you were ten years ago!”
The parents, though shattered, understood him completely. Jin, however, was shocked and deeply hurt. Up until that point, he really never thought about the distinction between social classes, and his reality got a lot more complicated. What was he supposed to do with his life at this point if his social class was actually that low? He stopped thinking of himself as a servant and more of a slave at this point. Was he any better? Did he have any more rights? He could leave at any time but, with his status, could he afford to?
He made his decision, though; he would stay. He had no real choice other than that. But, while he worked, he would watch the Fire Benders bending. He knew full well that he could never bend, but saw the way that they bent to be a fairly decent fighting method. This method of fighting on Earth is known as Northern Shaolin, the Pine Forest style of Kung Fu, as well as a very renowned one when it came to fighting.
So, in his free time, the boy, Saijin, would imitate the movements, slowly gaining a mastery over their fighting style, even though he was not being taught how to bend the fire. However, by the time he was 15, and almost a master of their imitation style, he was caught by the teacher. “Bring the boy over to me! Use any force necessary!” The snobby upper class children took rather kindly to this, chasing him throughout the school while flinging flames at him. While slowed down by the flames, he was caught by the other students, who he quickly disposed of with his Kung Fu.
The students had been taught how to bend by fighting, but not how to actually fight. Once all of the students were down, he thought he was safe, as the master was old and flames could not travel so long a distance. That is, until he was struck with a fearsome bolt of lightning; it had been directed by the teacher’s hand. The teacher then went over to the boy and lifted him by the hair, “You, by mocking our art as well as the upper class, have disgraced our school! You will be punished for such insolence!” It was at this point that Jin was afraid that he was going to die, but the punishment was to be much worse than that.
There he was, naked and tied to shortened cross, so his feet could touch the ground, also tied down and spread. This would make him a wide target, all over his body. “Do not hit his face! Practice was I have taught you! This is what happens to those who commit treason against the Fire Nation!” One by one, fireballs, rings, whips, whatever you could think of, where slamming against his body. Jin was screaming in what could be described as utter agony. When they were done, there he was, just hanging there, burns all over his body.
But, the sensei wasn’t finished. He walked up to the boy and once again pulled his head up by the hair. “And this is so you may never again see us or mock us again!” He then took his hand and built up intense heat, forming flame, and prepared to smash it into the boy’s eyes. But, the instant before he hit the boy’s face, his mother charged the sensei, knocking him over just as his palm was to hit Jin’s eyes, only hitting his right one instead of both. When he was knocked down, the woman was viciously stabbing him with a pair of chopsticks, screaming about what he did to her baby.
Within thirty seconds, the teacher was dead, the students just standing there in total awe, as they didn’t have the time to contemplate on what just happened. Just now realizing that she killed someone, Jin’s mother was thrown into a state of shock and awe at herself. However, her husband knew exactly what to do, running to their injured child and dousing him in water. It hurt like hell, but it would help the wounds that he had received, not like he could feel anything else at this point.
Within the next month, they were gone. They emigrated from the Fire Nation and moved to the Earth Kingdom. Their red-tinted outfits got them very strange looks, and the boy fully bandages made him look like a severely wounded soldier, so they were attacked a few times. But, by this time, his burns were fully healed, save for the scars that would remain all over his body for the rest of his life, so any attackers were dealt with.
Of course, one such attack came with a high price. A group of disgruntled Earth Kingdom police approached the three, each with a spear, and Jin’s parents didn’t know how to fight. “Fire Kingdom scum! It appears that, with you, you have a leper. Give us the leper or die. We cannot risk such a contagious threat such as this in our kingdom.”
“Please, sir, this is our son, he has burns all over his body.” Explained Jin’s father to the soldiers.
“If you want to keep your son, and he is indeed not a leper, then you will beg!” replied one of the police. Without hesitating, Jin’s father dropped to his hands and knees, face to the ground and begged him.
“Please, sir, let us and our son pass. We mean no harm and only wish for peaceful citizenship.” The soldier simply chuckled in a malignant way.
“So, you’re spies then! Men, kill them!” he commanded, his men complying. Each man had a spear, and attacked one of the travelers. Jin was able to take out any that came out him, but was too busy defending himself to help his parents. When he finished off the last guard, there he saw his two parents, dead before his eyes. He simply clenched a fist and buried his parents in the soil of their new home, the Earth Kingdom. It is how they would have wanted to die.
And so, Jin went on, living out his life, eventually mastering chopstick throwing in honor of his mother, who saved his life. In two pieces of stone along the road, one can still see, poorly chipped into then by an Earth Kingdom spearhead:
Kirim | Kamo |
Mother of Two | Father of Two |
Died at 38 at the Hands of Renegade Policemen | Died at 39 at the Hands of Renegade Policemen |
Sample RP:
~pat pat pat~
Went the heels of the boots of a man that was walking into town, little puffs of dirt rising and walked along the unpaved streets. There were many stares and glances that were shot his way, for he was dressed in such an odd manner, and half of his face was entirely covered by bandages. “Mommy, she won’t come down!” yelled a little girl, sobbing about her Parrot-Cat not coming down from the top of a building.
Without anyone’s consent, the man, Jin, simply ran up to the building, using only his momentum to run up the wall and land sideways on the small patio shade. It took him a few tries, as the animal was jumpy, but he eventually grabbed the little girl’s pet and jumped back down, handing it too her. Were she not so young, she may have appreciated it, but instead, she cried and ran to her mother, as his appearance was a fairly menacing thing to behold.
“And so goes another thankless deed.” Jin said, just before continuing on into the inn.
Also be careful with burn scars. They shrink with time and often cause a tightening up. They really aren't.. well.. good for movement as they don't stretch and they tend to crack open too alot too.. However, he seems very active which I'm sure helps in keeping the scars looser.