Post by max on Sept 12, 2006 17:52:21 GMT -5
Name: Killua Sugita
Gender: Male
Race: Human Fire Bender
Corner Preferance: Fire
Age: 23
Description: Born in the spring under a clouded night sky, Killua has never been a typical boy. His father, Gendu, was a warrior, and the leader of a militia that constantly protected the town they lived in. Taking on after his father, he has the most unruly orange hair one could imagine. It stands up towards the back, parts at the front, and a small tuft of bangs sprinkled across his forehead. This vibrant color is definetely a great indication of his personality.
Standing five foot ten, Killua is not one that is easily overlooked. He is lean, muscular, and has unique hair. When he was just ten years old, his father took him to get a tattoo, or 'mark of his people' on his forearm. Taking the symbol for wings, Killua grew up learning to be as fast as possible. For a human, he's extremely quick, but nimble. Along with his older brother Tenchi, Killua was trained in the world of martial arts.
Killua doesn't have a sad heart-gripping story to catch you attention. If anything, most would think he was a fool. His father was very well respected, and his mother was the elegant lady of the community. Killua merely wanted an adventure, and left on his own, to find the toughest warriors out there to hone and test his own skill. Killua was expected to be married, but no, he's not into women. No! Not like that! Killua merely finds women annoying, none that can defend themselves, and they are always constantly complaining and over-analyzing everything.
Killua is bascially, a bum. For a while he was at least. If his services were needed in any sort, he'd help out, and somtimes if you were lucky he wouldn't ask you to pay him. If Killua was in a very bad mood, he'd demand sake as his pay. Killua, he has his issues with drinking. It makes him into an even more blundering fool.
He is usually seen in a skin-tight under-armor like shirt, one that makes manuverability very easy. Black slacks hug losely at his lips, giving him an almost feminine lower half, if it hadn't been for the flat toned chest he possess. To sum up and complete the outfit he wears a bright red trench coat that comes down to his shins. There are two deep pockets, one on each side, for whatever he decides to put inside. There are a few knives hidden on his body, but none that noticable, which is scary considering his clothes hug the curves. There's a white strap on his back for the tessen to sit on for easy access.
Personality:
In general, his firey hair reflects his firey personality; Killula is a loud-mouthed, rude individual. He has a short temper and he swears a lot. However, underneath his rough exterior, he's actually a kind and caring individual when it comes to the ones he loves. He'll go at great lengths to make sure that his friends are unharmed.
Killula has a habit of not being the brightest of the bunch. He's fairly blunt, and tends not to think before acting or talking. He's also a bit dense in the sense that he doesn't catch onto things quickly, unlike some of the other characters. He's far from being stupid, mind you! It just so happens that he's more of an emotional, instinctual character than an intellegent one, and prefers brawns over brains.
Though mostly a traveler, his group of friends is very limited. He appears gruff, and usually attracks only the attention of fellow travelers. Usually meeting in a ring, his friends are those he meets in a town and leaves in a town. If he ever returns to the town, they welcome him, but he takes no traveling companions. His paper wolves are fun to tease occassionally, but for the most part Killua doesn't mind being alone. He's not a loner, persay, it's just the way things turned out.
Strength is power. Not in the 'I want to rule the world' sort of way. To him, having pride and confidence is the way to be. Enjoy your life, and be able to kick the crap out of someone when you need it. Steal from the rich, party hardy, and be the best. Simple, eh? Maybe this war will open his eyes, or are there horrors he merely refusing to unveil?
Skills:
Super human speed He rarely uses this special ability so many spectators often mistake his use of fire as his true power. Killua can run about three times as fast as any normal human.
Often mistaken as his true power i, Killua has the ability to manipulate fire. He uses his ability to control fire more than any of his other magical abilities. Of course, Killua cannot use fire if he doesn't have his tessen, a relic that was handed down to every leader of the Mt. Leikaku. The tessen is used by shouting out the phrase "Lekka Shinen," but Killua is the only one who can use the tessen without knowing this incantation. Killua extremely talented with the tessen, using the fire in a variety of ways. From making a protective shield to lighting a candle, you can bet that Killua can do it.
The teseen can produce a flame about the size of his body, 5'10". It cannot become any longer than that, and it does not linger in the air for that long. Once the fan emits the flame, if it does not have kindling, it won't burn for too long. Killua constantly has to re-chant his famous 'Lekka Shinnen' if he wants constant fire attacks. How does the fan work? Well the flames are produced thorugh his spiritual energy, when Killula is weak, the flame will not work, or be extremely puny. Consider the fan is almost like a sword with flames, in the sense it can not be shot far from the fan, but mix in the power of like long-range fireballs.
Killula met a monk during his travels and received some ofuda as a parting gift. To use the ofuda, Killula must write the name of the object he wanted to appear (usually wolves) and he says the incantation ("Genjitsu Shinzarou") to make the object come to life. Ofuda is short for "ujikofuda" which are charms given out to visitors in shrines.
To destroy a wolf made from the ofuda, one must find the piece of paper and destroy it. Picture a wolf, the ofuda is most likely in the head, and a warrior would merely have to strike the head with a strong enough force.
Weaknesses
1. Sake- although not a magical weakness, when tempted with any sort of alcohol, Killua can't help but party hardy. He's been mugged quite a few times.
2. Large bodies of water- Killua. Can. Not. Swim. Hillarious, yes? A strong fighter, distinguished, like himself, cannot swim. He hates boats, and being anywhere away from the land.
3. Flying creatures- they tend to have the ability to dodge his fire attacks from his tessen. Martial arts also don't help when the animal flies over his reach.
4. Water attacks- Simple, fire loses to water.
5. Energy- being a human, his magic takes its toll. The energy is used up through soul energy, something that's fragile and can be used up very quickly if not kept in check. If he fights with the tessen for too long, he'll have to rely on hands and fists.
Images
bishounen.info/tasuki/tasuki19.jpg
tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs4/300W/i/2004/263/7/8/Tasuki_by_SoukatsuKuro.jpg
(This is credited to ~SoukatsuKuro)
Sample Post
It was raining. Correction. It was pouring. Killua hissed between clenched teeth, using his tessen as a shield for his wild hair. "Damn rain, it is summer, why is it raining? Where is the sunshine!" Black combat boots splashed in the puddles forming from the rain, weaving between the trees. Killua was not in a good mood. He had been traveling this road for what seemed like ages, with no food, a hangover, and now the blasted rain!
Spotting a cave up ahead, a tooth smirk appeared on his face, "Ah finally I'm on some god's good side! And that wrinkled old fortune teller thought I was cursed, ha! Shows her!" Picking up his jog, beads of water flying from his face, he used his heightened speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in the cave, and sighed happily.
Hunger knawed at his insides, stomach rumbling. A faint blush on his face, eyes toward the ceiling, as he scratched his chin with his pointer finger. "Yeah yeah stomach, I know you're empty, sake doesn't fill you, damn organ." Pulling the tessen from his back, he flipped the fan flightly, muttering his incantation 'Lekka Shinen', producing a sort of temporary candle. The cave was deep, water dripping inside, that annoying sound would definetely turn into a torture mechanism within the next hour. "Now food...food food food."
The rocks were smooth despite the jagged appearance they seemed to have. Running his hand along the wall, Killua maunvered between the growing rock, his small frame just barely rubbing against the stone. His trench jacket scrunched, occasionally getting stuck and yanking him backwards. Killua traveled a quarter mile when his ears picked up on a sound. Scurrying. "Keh, poor little fool," he grinned evilly, pulling a hidden dagger from under his shirt. Throwing it into the darkness not illuminated by the tessen an animal screeched and then was silent. "Hurray for dinner!" he cheered, running farther into the cave.
Finally he found his prize. It was a small hare, and although adorable, it was his meal. Killua had money on him, but had not been able to find a decent inn in all of this unclaimed territory. After picking up his hare by the hind legs, he traveled back to the front of the cave. Sitting down, he examined his new shelter slowly. There was barely any fire wood around, he could create fire, but it would sure be a pain to cook with one hand while chanting his incantation like a looney. He looked at the knife the rabbit had been slaughtered with; it was a longer blade, maybe six inches, which was pretty big for his liking. Looking around for some loose rocks, he found none useful. A lightbulb went off in his head. Placing the knife between his feet, he pressed the soles of his shoes together at the handle of the blade, sort of holding the rabbit up like a cross. Muttering the incantation again he attempted to char his rabbit.
Being the idiot that Killua is, he seemed to forget how big his flame could be. Also that, his sword would be warmed by the fire, and steel in his shoes as well. His boots made of a rough leather, were now on fire. Kicking the cooked rabbit he jumped up and started running around the cave dragging his feet, trying to put out the flames. "Damn it damn it damn it! You ugly wench I hate you!" he screamed to the sky, jumping out into the rain.
"Great, now I'm fucking wet all over again!" Shoes now burned, and his toes getting way too close to being barbequed, he wandered back into the gave. His fire hair was drooped, as was his usually arrogant but cheerful mood. He threw the trench coat onto the floor and pealed away his shirt as well. Killua was careful this time; getting down on his knees, it raised the tessen so it was at least two feet above the clothes on the floor. Using the heat emitted by the flames, he got the heavy wetness of his clothes so they would not mold. He'd let them fully dry later. The cavern smelt of smoke, something he took comfort in. He reclaimed his now slightly dirty, charred hare. Sitting against the cavern wall, he began to eat, feeling rather annoyed and hostile. "That's the last time I steal from a fortune teller."
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
If there are typos and stuff I'm sorry, my computer is slow so it keeps aborting the friggin spell check. Gah!
Gender: Male
Race: Human Fire Bender
Corner Preferance: Fire
Age: 23
Description: Born in the spring under a clouded night sky, Killua has never been a typical boy. His father, Gendu, was a warrior, and the leader of a militia that constantly protected the town they lived in. Taking on after his father, he has the most unruly orange hair one could imagine. It stands up towards the back, parts at the front, and a small tuft of bangs sprinkled across his forehead. This vibrant color is definetely a great indication of his personality.
Standing five foot ten, Killua is not one that is easily overlooked. He is lean, muscular, and has unique hair. When he was just ten years old, his father took him to get a tattoo, or 'mark of his people' on his forearm. Taking the symbol for wings, Killua grew up learning to be as fast as possible. For a human, he's extremely quick, but nimble. Along with his older brother Tenchi, Killua was trained in the world of martial arts.
Killua doesn't have a sad heart-gripping story to catch you attention. If anything, most would think he was a fool. His father was very well respected, and his mother was the elegant lady of the community. Killua merely wanted an adventure, and left on his own, to find the toughest warriors out there to hone and test his own skill. Killua was expected to be married, but no, he's not into women. No! Not like that! Killua merely finds women annoying, none that can defend themselves, and they are always constantly complaining and over-analyzing everything.
Killua is bascially, a bum. For a while he was at least. If his services were needed in any sort, he'd help out, and somtimes if you were lucky he wouldn't ask you to pay him. If Killua was in a very bad mood, he'd demand sake as his pay. Killua, he has his issues with drinking. It makes him into an even more blundering fool.
He is usually seen in a skin-tight under-armor like shirt, one that makes manuverability very easy. Black slacks hug losely at his lips, giving him an almost feminine lower half, if it hadn't been for the flat toned chest he possess. To sum up and complete the outfit he wears a bright red trench coat that comes down to his shins. There are two deep pockets, one on each side, for whatever he decides to put inside. There are a few knives hidden on his body, but none that noticable, which is scary considering his clothes hug the curves. There's a white strap on his back for the tessen to sit on for easy access.
Personality:
In general, his firey hair reflects his firey personality; Killula is a loud-mouthed, rude individual. He has a short temper and he swears a lot. However, underneath his rough exterior, he's actually a kind and caring individual when it comes to the ones he loves. He'll go at great lengths to make sure that his friends are unharmed.
Killula has a habit of not being the brightest of the bunch. He's fairly blunt, and tends not to think before acting or talking. He's also a bit dense in the sense that he doesn't catch onto things quickly, unlike some of the other characters. He's far from being stupid, mind you! It just so happens that he's more of an emotional, instinctual character than an intellegent one, and prefers brawns over brains.
Though mostly a traveler, his group of friends is very limited. He appears gruff, and usually attracks only the attention of fellow travelers. Usually meeting in a ring, his friends are those he meets in a town and leaves in a town. If he ever returns to the town, they welcome him, but he takes no traveling companions. His paper wolves are fun to tease occassionally, but for the most part Killua doesn't mind being alone. He's not a loner, persay, it's just the way things turned out.
Strength is power. Not in the 'I want to rule the world' sort of way. To him, having pride and confidence is the way to be. Enjoy your life, and be able to kick the crap out of someone when you need it. Steal from the rich, party hardy, and be the best. Simple, eh? Maybe this war will open his eyes, or are there horrors he merely refusing to unveil?
Skills:
Super human speed He rarely uses this special ability so many spectators often mistake his use of fire as his true power. Killua can run about three times as fast as any normal human.
Often mistaken as his true power i, Killua has the ability to manipulate fire. He uses his ability to control fire more than any of his other magical abilities. Of course, Killua cannot use fire if he doesn't have his tessen, a relic that was handed down to every leader of the Mt. Leikaku. The tessen is used by shouting out the phrase "Lekka Shinen," but Killua is the only one who can use the tessen without knowing this incantation. Killua extremely talented with the tessen, using the fire in a variety of ways. From making a protective shield to lighting a candle, you can bet that Killua can do it.
The teseen can produce a flame about the size of his body, 5'10". It cannot become any longer than that, and it does not linger in the air for that long. Once the fan emits the flame, if it does not have kindling, it won't burn for too long. Killua constantly has to re-chant his famous 'Lekka Shinnen' if he wants constant fire attacks. How does the fan work? Well the flames are produced thorugh his spiritual energy, when Killula is weak, the flame will not work, or be extremely puny. Consider the fan is almost like a sword with flames, in the sense it can not be shot far from the fan, but mix in the power of like long-range fireballs.
Killula met a monk during his travels and received some ofuda as a parting gift. To use the ofuda, Killula must write the name of the object he wanted to appear (usually wolves) and he says the incantation ("Genjitsu Shinzarou") to make the object come to life. Ofuda is short for "ujikofuda" which are charms given out to visitors in shrines.
To destroy a wolf made from the ofuda, one must find the piece of paper and destroy it. Picture a wolf, the ofuda is most likely in the head, and a warrior would merely have to strike the head with a strong enough force.
Weaknesses
1. Sake- although not a magical weakness, when tempted with any sort of alcohol, Killua can't help but party hardy. He's been mugged quite a few times.
2. Large bodies of water- Killua. Can. Not. Swim. Hillarious, yes? A strong fighter, distinguished, like himself, cannot swim. He hates boats, and being anywhere away from the land.
3. Flying creatures- they tend to have the ability to dodge his fire attacks from his tessen. Martial arts also don't help when the animal flies over his reach.
4. Water attacks- Simple, fire loses to water.
5. Energy- being a human, his magic takes its toll. The energy is used up through soul energy, something that's fragile and can be used up very quickly if not kept in check. If he fights with the tessen for too long, he'll have to rely on hands and fists.
Images
bishounen.info/tasuki/tasuki19.jpg
tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs4/300W/i/2004/263/7/8/Tasuki_by_SoukatsuKuro.jpg
(This is credited to ~SoukatsuKuro)
Sample Post
It was raining. Correction. It was pouring. Killua hissed between clenched teeth, using his tessen as a shield for his wild hair. "Damn rain, it is summer, why is it raining? Where is the sunshine!" Black combat boots splashed in the puddles forming from the rain, weaving between the trees. Killua was not in a good mood. He had been traveling this road for what seemed like ages, with no food, a hangover, and now the blasted rain!
Spotting a cave up ahead, a tooth smirk appeared on his face, "Ah finally I'm on some god's good side! And that wrinkled old fortune teller thought I was cursed, ha! Shows her!" Picking up his jog, beads of water flying from his face, he used his heightened speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in the cave, and sighed happily.
Hunger knawed at his insides, stomach rumbling. A faint blush on his face, eyes toward the ceiling, as he scratched his chin with his pointer finger. "Yeah yeah stomach, I know you're empty, sake doesn't fill you, damn organ." Pulling the tessen from his back, he flipped the fan flightly, muttering his incantation 'Lekka Shinen', producing a sort of temporary candle. The cave was deep, water dripping inside, that annoying sound would definetely turn into a torture mechanism within the next hour. "Now food...food food food."
The rocks were smooth despite the jagged appearance they seemed to have. Running his hand along the wall, Killua maunvered between the growing rock, his small frame just barely rubbing against the stone. His trench jacket scrunched, occasionally getting stuck and yanking him backwards. Killua traveled a quarter mile when his ears picked up on a sound. Scurrying. "Keh, poor little fool," he grinned evilly, pulling a hidden dagger from under his shirt. Throwing it into the darkness not illuminated by the tessen an animal screeched and then was silent. "Hurray for dinner!" he cheered, running farther into the cave.
Finally he found his prize. It was a small hare, and although adorable, it was his meal. Killua had money on him, but had not been able to find a decent inn in all of this unclaimed territory. After picking up his hare by the hind legs, he traveled back to the front of the cave. Sitting down, he examined his new shelter slowly. There was barely any fire wood around, he could create fire, but it would sure be a pain to cook with one hand while chanting his incantation like a looney. He looked at the knife the rabbit had been slaughtered with; it was a longer blade, maybe six inches, which was pretty big for his liking. Looking around for some loose rocks, he found none useful. A lightbulb went off in his head. Placing the knife between his feet, he pressed the soles of his shoes together at the handle of the blade, sort of holding the rabbit up like a cross. Muttering the incantation again he attempted to char his rabbit.
Being the idiot that Killua is, he seemed to forget how big his flame could be. Also that, his sword would be warmed by the fire, and steel in his shoes as well. His boots made of a rough leather, were now on fire. Kicking the cooked rabbit he jumped up and started running around the cave dragging his feet, trying to put out the flames. "Damn it damn it damn it! You ugly wench I hate you!" he screamed to the sky, jumping out into the rain.
"Great, now I'm fucking wet all over again!" Shoes now burned, and his toes getting way too close to being barbequed, he wandered back into the gave. His fire hair was drooped, as was his usually arrogant but cheerful mood. He threw the trench coat onto the floor and pealed away his shirt as well. Killua was careful this time; getting down on his knees, it raised the tessen so it was at least two feet above the clothes on the floor. Using the heat emitted by the flames, he got the heavy wetness of his clothes so they would not mold. He'd let them fully dry later. The cavern smelt of smoke, something he took comfort in. He reclaimed his now slightly dirty, charred hare. Sitting against the cavern wall, he began to eat, feeling rather annoyed and hostile. "That's the last time I steal from a fortune teller."
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
If there are typos and stuff I'm sorry, my computer is slow so it keeps aborting the friggin spell check. Gah!
