MiSTing of Oodama Kishi

[tsengwei]

*Tied to a table is the applicant of the profile this provided. In the dark corners of the room, the evil cultist Tseng Wei prepares for his latest sacrifice.* (Alright. Let’s see what I will be doing the world a favor by getting rid of people like you.)


Name:[/u] Oodama Kishi (Kinda like Rikishi from WWE)

Age:[/u] seventeen (Not of legal age)

Gender:[/u] Male (I find that hard to believe)

Group:[/u] None(Wonderer) (Not a group dumbass)

Nation:[/u] Fire - defect (You can’t defect from us friend)

Bender?:[/u] yes

Physical Appearance:[/u]
Oodama stands at an average six foot. Weighing about one hundred and ninety ponds. All muscle, not a single pound of fat on him at all. (So if I throw you in water, you could never float and sink all the time? Interesting.) He has silky, dirty blond hair. (Blonde hair? Must be the sun. *Cracks him in the head with glass*) This is short, about five inches from the top of his head. His hair drapes over his eyes most of the time, (Emo bastard. You can never replace us) although he tries to keep it to the sides. He has an athletic build, his stomach and chest are very well toned, while his arms are decently muscular. (There’s nothing decent about it, since your pure muscle anyways. That just makes it a little harder to cut you with.) His lower half of his body is also muscular to an extent. (Including certain appendages?) He has no type of facial hair, nor does he have any real scars on his body. He has a tattoo though on his back. The tattoo is very well detailed, it resembles two lions, both a different shade of color. One a very light gray, nearly matching white, while the other is all black, both showing up perfectly on his tanned skin. The two lions both have horns on their foreheads. The black lion a very majestic mane, while the lighter lion, is actually a lioness. They are both facing opposite directions like they are circling each other, ready to do combat for dominance, which goes agaisnt the real world nature of a lion, but it seems to show just how some things change. (Reminds me of the Detroit Lions I’ve read about in a story book. However, they die a lot, kinda like what you will be doing soon.)

Clothing/Armor:[/u]
Oodama isn't like most benders. (Out of the box much, or out of the closet? Either way, you will die.) He doesn't wear the normal attire that should be worn. (What is normal to you?) He is very rebellious when it comes to his clothing choice, one thing he retained through his past life(Since he ran away that is) (So you knew what you were before. Only the Avatar can reincarnate. He will die eventually. Let‘s concentrate on you for now). He wears a white under shirt, better known as a "Beater". (Beat him! That’s right. HIM!) Over that, he wears an orange shirt, (For prison) the ends of the sleeves are blue. The final piece on his torso is an all gray jacket, fur on the hood. On the back of the jacket, much like his tattoo, are two lions, (There we go with the lions again) but on his jacket they are laying with each other, like two cubs would, but they are fully grown lions. He never found the clothing from his old home very comfortable. They were so..."Formal" and boring, he can't stand em at all. (I can’t stand you, but you’re here) Oodama wears blue jeans, two lions on either side of the jeans and they seem to be heading toward the ground, no huge significance with his clothes, other then they fit him very well. On his feet are two Orange shoes, blue tongue and blue brim at the bottom. On his right hip is his sword that he uses, tying through one of the loops on his pants, he never gos anywhere without it.

During formal reunions, You will find, and this is quite literally the only time, Ken in his home uniform. He hates it, it's so tight and plain, and he's still so young, and not old. The white over coat to his black uniform is like any other, but around the shoulder's, they completely blue from that point down, and from about the waist down, you will see blue flame like designs running over the entire Robe. Under his black hakama, you can find a blue shirt rather than his bare chest, like some men in the village. He always wears blue socks with his sandals. This isn't normal, so seeing him like this, well if you could get a picture, it would be a moment to cherish. (So pretty much, you can’t decide what to wear? I’m never taking you shopping.)

Weapons:[/u] A katana. (Ah, another one of those made-up weapons)

Personality:[/u]
General:[/u]

Oodama is a very young hearted Bender. (Your still emo) Dama, he is trying to become what his father would want. Unlike the relationship that He had with his father in his previous life, now that both have died, tehy both realize that their was nothing for them to hate each other about. (You are not worthy of reincarnation) Dama for his father dying, and his Father for letting Oodama's Mother to die. Petty selfish eh? He hates being around people (I don’t hate being around people, I hate being around you) that think of nothing but themselves, this is different from senseless pride and being arrogant, (Your showing much of the latter) at least those people have a reason to be. No, but the ones that are obnoxious simply irk his nerves, making him want to just end them there and then. Though he wouldn’t ever do that, that would go against the pride of his family.

Dama is usually a calm man, either sleeping or sitting around inns when he’s not training. He lives as a bender, and he plans to die as one. As of so far, He can only ever recall one incident that would be considered a life or death situation, and he remembers it detail by detail. And would never dare to forget them. (*Cracks him in the head with a wooden bat* Forget already!)

Speech and thought:[/u]

Much like a few other benders, and even some that aren't benders, he is a very intelligent man. (Objection!) He can deduce a situation within minutes, and he can use that knowledge to come up with a solid counter attack and/or plan. Oodama however usually lets others do the thinking. He may be smart, and he may be able to do these things, but he doesn’t like too. (And it shows) He detests helping others with their problems, and unless it can directly affect him, he would have no part in it at all. (You can’t even help yourself right now) He can keep his conversations going as well. He will say anything, besides the downing of others, unless they bring it upon themselves, but besides that, he will talk about anything.

Oodama has perfect speech, he never adds suffixes to peoples names, and the only time you can ever find him babbling is more than likely in his sleep. He won’t go around shouting and blatantly throwing out ‘big words’ but he won’t stick to a one syllable basis. He is, as many say, a ‘Grammar Nazi’ and if someone constantly slips up, he will point it out, without fear of them feeling hurt or threatened. (*Mockery* I st-st-st-stutter!)

Love and Activity:[/u] (You will never get any)

Dama is still looking for love. (Not with that attitude) He believes that there is one person out there for everyone. He doesn’t usually talk about it freely, but he wishes to find that one person that he can call his own. His standards aren’t high, but he doesn’t want a monster stalking his corner every minute of every second of his life. He sternly follows the path his father had, and will ask a girl out, even if it means being rejected every time he makes an attempt at talking to one. Along these lines, He won’t go after a girl that rejected him the first time, that just proves he can’t get over himself, and he needs to move on. He follows a strict moral code, and would never dare to break these codes. Dama, he isn’t very active, though he is in great shape, if he can sleep, he will sleep.

Anger and being playful:[/u]

It is rare to find this young man angry, or pissed off. The one thing that will set him over the edge, the constant f**k up with grammar. (We already established this. Anything new?) He knows some do it to piss him off, and in these cases, he will beat the Sh*t out of someone for doing it. He can’t take being mocked either, and if someone ever attempts it, he will come across their jaw until they understand. Though, He is also very easy to get along with. He likes to flirt, and he likes to joke, harmless joking that is. It’s easy to tell when someone is joking and when they’re just being thingys. (Ah HA! Grammer mistake!) Oodama loves to play fight, wrestle, and even sometimes go outside, no gloves, boxing matches. Just some of the few things that battle with his being lazy attitude.

Background:[/u] (Getting closer to the end. Time to get started. *Pulls out surgical tools with an evil look on his face* Let‘s make this interesting: For every time I have to comment beyond this section, something from you get‘s taken away.)
Birth:

Oodama's birth was like all the children's back in his old village, Planned before hand by two people, married or not. His cool hearted "Parents" were fairly young, about sixteen each, they wouldn't keep track of the age but they were young in the end. His father, Ken, (HADOUKEN! *Cuts off a pinky*) and his mother Shiki, were madly in love. Ken, he had all white hair, very dark blue eyes. (Nazi scum! *Cuts off another pinky*) Shiki, she was a very beautiful women, Long silky blond hair, Light blue eyes. (More Nazis! *Cuts off middle finger*) These two seemed to be the perfect match. They never fought, they never seemed to be caught in trouble with the other villagers. Their life seemed perfect, and it was.

The house was two floors, nicely built, even for the sixteenth century. In all it's marvel, the inside was what really brought people back. Four rooms inside, each one with it's own unique style. The main room was lined with wood, a very primitive carpet on the floor. Primitive for the future, but quite elegant for the sixteenth century. A wooden table with six chairs at it. Chandelier over top of it, china closet with some of the finest plates, bowls, cups, forks, so on and so forth inside. (Guess what? That table? Your on it! *Pries off one finger nail*)

The next two rooms were basically the same. Both rooms, each with their own bed in it, but one for the child soon to be born, and the other for the two parents. In the child's room, it had a crib, that being about all they had made by that time. The parents room had their bed, and that was also about all it had. The last room on the first floor, the birth room, was the largest. I had nothing but a soft cushion across the floor, while their was hot water and towels ready for her. The birth was about to begin.

Oodama was born around the time of Fall, heading into winter, what would be October seventeenth. The small house was actually rather big compared to the other people's homes. No two parents felt more welcoming of their child then these two. From there, their life would begin.

Early youth:

Oodama was now turning seven. He attended a local village school. His life had been a perfect as to yet. Nothing making him cry, the occasional trip, scrapped knee, a fallen tooth here and there. Nothing that really made him cry though. He was a very happy child. Nothing could ever make him sad, until...

Oodama had become sick, and with such a very primitive medical expenses to date, he would and could only rely on luck. His life hung in the balance, his mother and his father, both stayed with him every night and every day. They prayed to what ever being would hear to let their only son survive such a horrendous illness. (Your spirits can’t save you now! *Pries a toe nail*) All the villagers had given up on the child, in a astonishing two days, he had become worse. All hope was lost.

Oodama, only after a few days, woke up with nothing wrong with him. He didn't know why or how but, he was perfectly well. (I’m here to remedy that. *Cuts open an eyeball*) He thought it was the lord and savior that they all so willingly and naively believed in. (Jesus will not save you from me. *Pulls out tooth*) The cause for his cure, whether it was natural or not so natural, cured him nonetheless. Oodama was cured by his body heating up to an extreme heat, it left his body weak still, but it had killed the infection. Luckily, nothing else got to him before his body could recover.

Teen's:

After nine years of Oodama's life, a lot has happened. Some for the better and some for the worst. He wasn't sure what to think of it all. On the plus, he gained much better control over his powers that he gained, even learning new styles and ways to use these powers. On the negative end, the village was now becoming suspicious of "witch" craft within their home. To top it all off, two years after his tenth birthday. his father had lost his life to what seemed to almost have killed him. (Burning you at the stake would be considered an act of mercy. *Slices the base of his ear*)

Oodama slowly became a cold hearted young man, he was thirteen and he wanted to leave his judgmental village, start a new life, become something more. His wish would soon come true, but not the way he suspected. His mother had gone into town, she was shopping for food. Normally she would pay for it and leave, but today, she was forced to clean and cook, and pay double. She couldn't refuse, she needed the food. After leaving the shop and the inner walls of the town, she was jumped and raped by three men. They stole all of her food, leaving her to sob in her pain.

She had gotten home, her face filled with sorrow, her body aching from the bruises and scrapes she had received during the whole ordeal. Oodama wanted to help, but she didn't want to hear it. Leaving him to do what he wanted, she had killed her by hanging herself with a rope in her room. Hanging from her window, Oodama had to discover this on his own.

Oodama had no idea what was going on. He thought she was just upset about his father still. He didn't think much of it, until of course his mother hadn't said a word for hours on end. 'Mother!' He would exclaim on an endless rampage. Tears rolled down his cheeks running to her second floor room. The door was locked, and Oodama knew something was wrong.

The day was October seventeenth. Oodama's birthday. Kicking in the door, he found the rope, and his mother hanging from the window, her cold cheeks a sign of her death. Cutting her down and pulling her up to him, Oodama cried for the next three days. He swore it, he would get his revenge. Though he did not know it was the village, they were the main cause for his grief. The next three years were going to be the biggest part of his life. (Guess what? That was me that killed your parents to my dark spirits. *Cuts off remainder of ear*)

Sample RP:[/u]
Cascading waters. Flickering moonlight, destruction from above, corroding from the inside out. Silent bells rang across the courtyards, Shinigami (A fellow dark spirit? Excellent. *Takes off other ear*) conversed with one another, unaware of all that was around them. They seemed so lost in what they considered to be their world, their home, their freedom. A sanctuary that they could confide in. Just what was the meaning of such fickle behavior? Why did they believe such naive sentiments? Was it the life that they once held that tied them to this home? Or was it morals that made them stay, unable to let go of all that they once stood for. Maybe so, maybe that's what drove one man in particular, maybe it was the moral of keeping his family alive, one way or the other. Memory blocked by the years lost, just who was this man, and what was his dream? Well, that is for another day. Another hour, another moment.

Soft coughs came from the room of a certain man that gos by many alias. Some call him captain, some call him sensei, which is basically the same as Captain, but he doesn't argue. though, he is wildly known as Kenshiki, the new thirteenth division taichou. After the man who was once renowned for his abilities betrayed the trust of all his fellow shinigami, and after the war, the gotei thirteen were left with a hole that could not be left open. It spelled utter disaster, and at any moment, they could be attacked. that's why the Soutaichou, along with two other captains tested this man. On three grounds, but that was boring stuff, useless information, irrelevant to the case at hand. (This makes absolutely no sense. *Cuts off genitals*)

Sitting up, he let out a soft yawn, his lips parting, the powder blue eyes staring off into the blank corridor of his champers. A soft coo, head falling back, he laid across the floor, curling up into an almost baby like position. He was so tired, he wanted to just go back to sleep, but his officers insisted that he hold a party with the other captains to get to know them better, to become one with the others. What did he look like? He didn't care about the lot of them. Well that was a lie, but he didn't want to meet them yet, no he wanted to spend a few more days with just Sirius. An uneasy feeling creeping over him, he needed this time. Grinning wildly, his flirtatious behavior drove him far enough to agree to such terms. He was going to get slapped, punched, and beaten to a pulp one of these days if he didn't settle down. Especially now what with Sirius. Though who knew, maybe a party was for the best. But again, that was for later. Now, how did that chant go? For 'specializing' in kidou, he hardly knew this one simple chant. He let out a growl, and right when he was about to kick his stand, he remembered, a smile returning to his face. There wasn't a need for a chant for the hell butterfly.

"Er, oh right right. Umm...what to say...er, hmmm...uh. Eh, whatever." It was easy to tell, he was getting irritated with himself. Though a smooth talker for the most part, he wasn't a good speech giver, or good at giving orders either. He was a smooth talkin, lazy captain that related with shunnsui kyoraku far too much. What with the drinking and the chasing of girls, or rather, that's how he used to be. Everything from that to dropping all the work on his other officers. Sighing, he spoke once more, this time finally finishing what he started to say. "Sirius, come on by to my division, I miss yooooooou!" Letting a hell butterfly go around, he waited, almost like the leisure of not having to be a captain anymore ran rampant over his being. opening one eye, his mouth closed, and his hands propping his head up, he waited for the other captain to show herself. He laughed softly. She was always a fun one, sirius that was.

(*Looks over the profile in disgust* Now your writing with power. Now your running with fragging~ slag~. Your better off fragging~ slag~ than fragging~ with this fragged~ up slag~. Frag~ this slag~! You don’t know slag~ about how fragging~ slaggy~ this fragging~ slag~ is. It’s so bad it sucks! It’s so fragging~ sucks it frags~, and I can’t take it anymore! *Takes the obsidian scalpel and cuts into the flesh from Oodama’s neck to his lower abdominal, drowning in his own blood*)