I would also like my user name changed and long in name changed to my characters first name only. If at all possible I would liek my training thread wiped to.
Name: Hebi Tsuri
Age: 20
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Thief
Fighting Style:
Hit and Run- Hebi is a master of strike and flee tactics as he does not stick around long for a target to retaliate. The young fighter seems to strike like a snake and vanish just as quickly as he came only leaving the pain as a reminder. When he can’t kill the opponent out right he will continue the process until the opponent falls. If he can’t defeat an opponent in this way he will use this tactic to retreat.
Short Bio:
Hebi was a run away child who strayed into an ancient Japanese martial artist temple. Hungry and wet from head to toe the young child entered in hopes to find shelter. He found shelter but at the expense of a life times worth of training and obedience as he been found. The monks didn’t wish for him to wonder alone any more then he already had as he would not survive very long in the jungle habitat of there home land.
The training was hard for such an uncivilized youngster who had been alone for most of his years. What happened to the youngsters parents was unknown to his teachers but they figured it was a falling out of sorts. The young white haired boy had come from the city from the way he dressed and seemed to harbor a lot of anger.
Over the years his teachers worked on having him control that anger and release it in some useful way. Something that would not get Hebi into trouble but for some reason his street lessons seemed to seep into his training. It was like some form of deep seeded corruption the monks could not understand, however since he did not use his talents for evil to their knowledge they still taught him their ways.
Over the years as he grew into a fine young man Hebi didn’t seem like much of the same troublesome brat he had been. Still his past seemed to still haunt him and as the last of his masters past away he headed back out into the world. The young boy now a young man hoped to never return to these lands. As he returned to the civilized world he found much of what he had left behind changed.
Hebi also found himself quickly turning what he had learned from the monks into his own form of street fighting, boxing, and just plan out random maneuvers. He no longer was a martial artist but a street fighter. Taking the must simple lessons of all and abusing to his own ends and perfecting it to a long forgotten profession he fell back into rather quickly. His lessons quickly become a perversion of what they once were.
General Description:
Hebi is a rather thin and lean built young man standing 5’7” and weighing 120 pounds. He has brownish red eyes and white hair. Usually he can be seen wearing anything thing from casual clothing to his normal outfit which has a blade attached to the left wrist in his glove. His clothes always consist of black and white nothing else except maybe a bit of red. The young mans hands are always gloved even in a casual setting.
Around the young mans neck is a leather strap similar to a belt. Sometimes this is covered by a turtle neck but most of the time it is visible. In some occasions there may be things attached to this strip of leather such as someone else’s dog tags. Whatever is tied to that strip seems to be worn in some fashion of honor. Other then that he may do the same thing with his wrists.
Starting Abilities: Combat Teleportation and Ki Sense
Trait: Crafty
Stats:
• Strength - 5%
• Focus - 0%
• Endurance - 5%
• Agility – 90%
Role-play Sample:
Hebi sat in his dark chambers meditating as he had, had a very disturbing realization that he was loosing control over his mental stability. He was becoming rather rash in his decision making and his judgment had been being clouded by a guilt long forgotten. At least until recently when a strange man came knocking at his door. It was a matter that he hoped that would have never been brought up again but it was only matter of time before someone used it against him. Still as cruel as it would be he would not let the man drive him into being used as a tool for whatever the stranger wanted.
The fact of the matter was the pressure from this man was more then what it should have been it might take the young thief a bit to get himself under control again. After all it was his family they were trying to shove back into his life and the man had the proof it was them to back it up. It wasn’t odd that this would happen in his profession but still it was not something he appreciated in the slightest. The job the man wanted him to do was rather dull as well. Steal a painting or two and give them to him. There had been no need for the suited man to have pushed a threat like this on him.
The white haired male didn’t much care for his family but he was still against the useless loose in life. So after he cooled himself off a bit he would handle this in his normal fashion. Still if he was going to do this he was going to do it his way and get paid for it. If he had to protect his family in the process of getting paid so be it. If it came to that he would just take the lot of them out of the picture and take a bigger prize in the end.
Name: Hebi Tsuri
Age: 20
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Thief
Fighting Style:
Hit and Run- Hebi is a master of strike and flee tactics as he does not stick around long for a target to retaliate. The young fighter seems to strike like a snake and vanish just as quickly as he came only leaving the pain as a reminder. When he can’t kill the opponent out right he will continue the process until the opponent falls. If he can’t defeat an opponent in this way he will use this tactic to retreat.
Short Bio:
Hebi was a run away child who strayed into an ancient Japanese martial artist temple. Hungry and wet from head to toe the young child entered in hopes to find shelter. He found shelter but at the expense of a life times worth of training and obedience as he been found. The monks didn’t wish for him to wonder alone any more then he already had as he would not survive very long in the jungle habitat of there home land.
The training was hard for such an uncivilized youngster who had been alone for most of his years. What happened to the youngsters parents was unknown to his teachers but they figured it was a falling out of sorts. The young white haired boy had come from the city from the way he dressed and seemed to harbor a lot of anger.
Over the years his teachers worked on having him control that anger and release it in some useful way. Something that would not get Hebi into trouble but for some reason his street lessons seemed to seep into his training. It was like some form of deep seeded corruption the monks could not understand, however since he did not use his talents for evil to their knowledge they still taught him their ways.
Over the years as he grew into a fine young man Hebi didn’t seem like much of the same troublesome brat he had been. Still his past seemed to still haunt him and as the last of his masters past away he headed back out into the world. The young boy now a young man hoped to never return to these lands. As he returned to the civilized world he found much of what he had left behind changed.
Hebi also found himself quickly turning what he had learned from the monks into his own form of street fighting, boxing, and just plan out random maneuvers. He no longer was a martial artist but a street fighter. Taking the must simple lessons of all and abusing to his own ends and perfecting it to a long forgotten profession he fell back into rather quickly. His lessons quickly become a perversion of what they once were.
General Description:
Hebi is a rather thin and lean built young man standing 5’7” and weighing 120 pounds. He has brownish red eyes and white hair. Usually he can be seen wearing anything thing from casual clothing to his normal outfit which has a blade attached to the left wrist in his glove. His clothes always consist of black and white nothing else except maybe a bit of red. The young mans hands are always gloved even in a casual setting.
Around the young mans neck is a leather strap similar to a belt. Sometimes this is covered by a turtle neck but most of the time it is visible. In some occasions there may be things attached to this strip of leather such as someone else’s dog tags. Whatever is tied to that strip seems to be worn in some fashion of honor. Other then that he may do the same thing with his wrists.
Starting Abilities: Combat Teleportation and Ki Sense
Trait: Crafty
Stats:
• Strength - 5%
• Focus - 0%
• Endurance - 5%
• Agility – 90%
Role-play Sample:
Hebi sat in his dark chambers meditating as he had, had a very disturbing realization that he was loosing control over his mental stability. He was becoming rather rash in his decision making and his judgment had been being clouded by a guilt long forgotten. At least until recently when a strange man came knocking at his door. It was a matter that he hoped that would have never been brought up again but it was only matter of time before someone used it against him. Still as cruel as it would be he would not let the man drive him into being used as a tool for whatever the stranger wanted.
The fact of the matter was the pressure from this man was more then what it should have been it might take the young thief a bit to get himself under control again. After all it was his family they were trying to shove back into his life and the man had the proof it was them to back it up. It wasn’t odd that this would happen in his profession but still it was not something he appreciated in the slightest. The job the man wanted him to do was rather dull as well. Steal a painting or two and give them to him. There had been no need for the suited man to have pushed a threat like this on him.
The white haired male didn’t much care for his family but he was still against the useless loose in life. So after he cooled himself off a bit he would handle this in his normal fashion. Still if he was going to do this he was going to do it his way and get paid for it. If he had to protect his family in the process of getting paid so be it. If it came to that he would just take the lot of them out of the picture and take a bigger prize in the end.
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