Post by Gin on Jan 10, 2018 8:58:04 GMT -5
Gin
Street Fighter - Akuma
Street Fighter - Akuma
Name: Gin
Age: 21
Race: Genetic-Seijin (Beast)
Gender: Male
Universe: N/A
Height: 5'6
Weight: 155LB
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Age: 21
Race: Genetic-Seijin (Beast)
Gender: Male
Universe: N/A
Height: 5'6
Weight: 155LB
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers:
Two diagonal red stripes on both cheeks. He also has three on either side of his ribs and one straight down his center skipping over his belly button.
Personality:
Gin can be rather awkward at times, his seriousness knows no bounds and he tends not to really show much of himself besides his straight face and the occasional smirk. He is a bit strange and honest to a fault, with no problem disclosing his immediate thoughts and reasons when questioned. He takes training quite seriously. But he enjoys social interactions, finding time to learn about people, their methodologies and all things that could add to his understanding of the universe.
He takes on a very dull persona, tending to deflect or ignore harsh words and jump straight into the action. He is known for being a bit wild and does himself no favors on that front. He is incredibly direct, has a very alpha male persona and tends not to beat around the bush if he can help it. Subtly is not is strongest suit but that does not mean he is incapable. He lends himself to all manner of scenarios, finding himself in trouble or in some kind of action more often than not. He thinks other races are whatever, no species will ever stand taller than the Seijin whether they like to admit it or not.
He is humble, but confident, quick to bow and show respect, but also a very no nonsense individual, choosing not to waste his energy on foolish pursuits. He can be found studying, training or merely traveling as he doesn't enjoy much else Earth has to offer.
All in all he is an open minded individual, showing a raised brow to much of the craziness he has experienced while trying to understand it all. Realizing the world is only weird because of our own centers, our normalcy, having a shifting center makes for a great martial artist, but a greater individual.
He has a fondness for round things that is almost entirely unheard of, decorating even his home in round paper lamps, bean bag cushions and spots.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
- Training
- Discipline
- Mental Fortitude
- Chocolate
Dislikes:
- Lies
- Cowardice
- Gingerbread
- "Justice"
Aspirations: To prove the existence of an Apex being
Homeworld: Earth
Allegiance: Himself
Starting Planet: Namek
Appearance:
Gin is a bit bulky, his skin taking on a tan tone with a bright glow beneath it keeping him more in line with some of his kin. His hair is a crimson color saved for the most brutal warriors and the markings along his body follow suit.He is average height, standing at about 5'6 normally, but shrinking a bit down to 5 feet when he uses enough of his power, requiring him to feast to regain his size and bulk.
His face is wide, his nose flat and thick clearly becoming his selling point against his other more dull features, his mouth and eyes are not as stunning, though the red hue they carry can be quite intimidating. His teeth carry a strange whiteness to them that never seems to fade, could be their color in contrast to his darker more aggressive features but his teeth can be strangely noticeable. He also carries two grey streaks in the front of his hair.
His body is muscled from his years of training, his eyes a deep red hue showing off his bloodline. His appearance is not for the faint of heart as his animalistic nature is known to give small children nightmares.
Backstory:
Gin was a trouble maker, as a youth he spent much of his time running around causing mayhem, testing his own abilities versus any who dare so much as comment on his hair. He was rambunctious and annoying in all accounts, holding himself in high regards due to his king of the jungle mentality. While he did learn about his people, coming to understand that they were not all born equal, he understood the mammals, like him, sat in the middle, the position best fit to rule. He trained alone, finding people tended to fear him or wish to conquer him, leaving him with few in the way of friends and allies even within his own species.
His parents vanished some time after his birth leaving him to fend for himself as a child, he had read a few books they left but nothing was substance was left behind for the child to start a significant future. As such he fell into the wrong crowds as a teen, did a few things he wouldn't dare repeat and groomed him into the man he is today. He is proud of his heritage and even more proud of the service his parents did during their time back home, images of them in uniform and his ancestors role in the rebellion bringing joy to his heart. He ultimately decided living away from humans would be his best bet to bring honor onto his family.
As such he lived on his own, traveling around meeting people, holding conversations and developing short term friendships. In his quest for knowledge and power, the beast was known to leave suddenly, hoping to keep good memories of those he had met who showed him any sort of kindness, leaving before he saw them turn like everyone else. He lives a pretty basic life, living off the earth by hunting, washing clothes in rivers and spending few times in the cities. He was known to aid farmers he passed by, leaving good impressions on those with no combat ability as he viewed them not as threats, but humble people.
All in All he lived a relatively uninteresting life on Earth, leaving him with some knowledge of his people passed down by his parents. Deciding maybe this place wasn't for him, he took off in search of another place to call home before discovering Namek, where he now calls home.
Techniques
Technique Tree: Defensive
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1]Wild Magnum
[25% of your PL in damage]
[li][OT-2]Feral Magnum[/li]
A merging of two Wild Magnums into one single double handed blast.
[50% of PL in Damage]
Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Ki Sense
[li][PT-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
allows to hide ki signature if no techs are used.
[li][ST-1] Rapid Movement[/li]
Can dodge a technique up to 100% the users PL
[Dodge 100% of PL]
[li][ST-1] Beast Roar [/li]
A Ki powered roar that damages the enemy's hearing.
[Pain for 1 Turn]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Jumping between buildings was so passe.
He stood on the ground as he watched three thieves jump across a series of tall buildings, laughing and grinning as though they were the hottest thing in the world. Clearly they were fresh, no one with experience showed so much joy on such a simple job. An old lady gripped his muscled arm, moving it loosely as she begged and cried. Nothing seemed to move him, he was already in his zone. His head turned slowly, his eyes opening and closing as he faced the woman, a single hand coming before her, the open palm telling her to stop as he faced the perps once more. "You will have your bag." He uttered, his voice deep enough to rival Mariana's Trench as he calmly removed his bag from his person, watching as the thieves leapt into a single building. "I swear it." He ended, the weighted bag falling with a loud thunk as the woman jumped back from dismay. Had the man decided not to stop off here, he would never had been able to help this woman, but the world would turn even without his presence so was his action even demanded?
Maybe.
Without much more he had broken into a sprint, his feet beating the pavement with purpose as he took off, landing gently onto a bus shed before leaping to the other end and hurling his mass at a light pole. Both hands gripped the cool metal, his momentum thrusting him into an orbit around the object before he curled his body, angling the turn and placing his feet onto the top of the light pole and marking the window he had seen them fly into. He had his share of time with hooligans, he knew they would divide the loot and run separate ways escaping before the cops showed up and making it difficult for them to pinpoint their location. Seventeenth Floor it seemed. He watched eagerly, scanning about for a ledge as he jumped yet again, entering the air quickly before easily latching onto the railings on somebody's balcony. The sound of traffic and onlookers attempted to distract him as he felt camera's flash against his back, his shadow on the wall pulsing with each flash seemingly feeding it. He had no time though.
He climbed up, jumping and climbing about with relative ease before he found himself throwing his feet forward, kicking in a window and landing in the home of some woman who screamed, terror flashing in her green eyes as her blonde haired danced, her head whip quick and nearly too dramatic. Clearly he had miscounted, falling onto 14 not 15. The man moved quickly, leaping straight upwards as the woman fainted tragically beneath him, his mass cutting through the building like dry wall as he appeared behind the men. White material dotted his hair and clothes as he stood tall, brushing himself off slowly as he spoke. "The bag, please." The men looked confused before the tallest pulled out a gun, firing once as Gin looked forward, his high speed movement taking him behind the man as he thrust his hand before his neck, squeezing and pulling upwards, easily taking him off the floor as he panicked, struggling against Gin's swollen chest.
"Wh-What The!" A second began, only to find the first man thrown swiftly into his chest, incapacitated and pinning him down. The last one struck him, his face unmoved by the weak attempt. Pushing against the hand he turned, his red eyes eating him alive as he tossed him by his collar across the room. He sighed.
"Pride will kill you faster than any weapon known to man..." His words hanging on the sounds of grunting and struggle as he opened the bag to see rocks. Raising a brow he knew.
The old lady was in on it.
He leaped out of the building, coming to the ground like a meteor, softening his landing with his ki as he ran back to his stuff. His bag now empty save the heaviest of his weights he smirked to himself. He had not but a few dollars and 3 men got their butt's handed for it. Served them right, but this was why he never came to the city. Picking up his bag he smiled to himself, he wasn't bothered or phased, just glad he would be moving on from here.
Reward Requested: PL
