Post by Koori Volk on May 22, 2006 17:02:56 GMT -4
Name:Koori Schtalashnya Volk
Gender:Male
Age:18
Occupation: Mercenary/EX Ninja
Nationality: Russia, more specifically, Irkutsk Province
Physical Appearance: A thin built fellow, His eyes are glacier blue, and his hair is a matted white. He stands at 5'11" and weighs 145lbs. Despite his appearance he is quite strong, and because of his appearance, he is fast. He has a normal nose, as normal as one would classiy a nose. He has a few stab scars around his face from throwing needles. He is usually seen wearing heavy winter jackets, and a balaclava at any time, anywhere. His hair is very short, about 3 inches from his scalp. His face, under his Balaclava, is solemn-looking, but his eyes have a burning passion to them. It's as if he shows a different personality on his face, than what his personality is like. When he looks at you when he is not in a fight, it almost huirts, as he shows much pain, though he does not know it, he has had many tragedies in his life. When in battle his eyes change, when he looks into yours, its still painful, but in a different way, the kind of pain that would make a man go insane. On his body, left upper arm, he has a tattoo in russian writing: Âîëê.
Weapons/Fighting Style:
Volk hides many things in his jacket. Fragmentation Explosives, a few Swords, knives, and Shuriken, and in vast quantities. The actual quantity of swords he carries is three, two on one side of his hips, and one on the other side. The rest is varied from 20 to none at all. His main weapon is his special 'Serrated Kunai' Which he has taken chips out of it, in order to give it a better slicing profile. His kunai is serrated on both edges, and looks like any other standard ninja Kunai. His fighting style is mainly hand to hand, with the exception that he uses his kunai, but only in melee situations. Because of the modifications he made to his Kunai, it is now terrible for accuracy, and is basically useless to throw. His hand to hand fighting style is mostly comprised of kicks, because of his steel-toed boots, and elbows, because of the light amour that he wears underneath his coat.
Clothing/Armor: Volk wears a Heavy brown winter coat, which seems to be made of animal pelts. His Balaclava is wool, and a tan color. His coat goes down to about his knees, and is a button-up. It has a few singes, as if it had been hit by fire, as well it has some damage to the hems, and is well-worn. He wears a white T-Shirt underneath his Winter Jacket, it has a few small rips in it, but it is quite clean. He had heavy winter pants as well. They are quite baggy, to confuse enemies, and are made of the same material, and have the same general damage as his Coat. His hands are covered by brown Fingerless gloves, that are thick, and are made of a Pelt. His boots are black, and have metal plates on them. They appear to be leather, but on the toes of the boots, the leather has worn off, and torn revealing that under the boots, are steel toes meant for fighting. Over his T-shirt, but under his Coat, is a plated chain vest that stops at elbow length. The plates are made of steel, and are on his chest, and elbows. These elbow plates are for fighting, and defense. The rest of the vest is a layered chain armor, which is made of a tin/iron alloy, which is light but durable. This armor is somewhat durable, but cannot width stand a direct attack from a sword, and will break on contact.
Personality: Volk shows a dark personality to people he does not know, he shouts in foreign tongues at his enemies, and has a short temper. This however, changes as you get to know him. Deep inside, he is a kind fellow, whom rarely shows this. Volk's mindset is mostly on living through the day. He basically lives for the day, and has little or no plans for the future. He plans his days, not his months, or weeks, or years. He is detrimental to wards jackassery, and doesn't much approve of it. He seems very serious, but hides an inner jackass himself. Volk wishes to live on, and fight for himself, and the people close to him. Though there are none close to him, as of yet, he feels that obligation to be ready. He enjoys self-satisfaction, being able to get a good job done. He sets personal goals, and time limits for each job he is given, he likes pressuring himself to do better, and will always complete these goals, and sets harder ones. Being a Mercenary is like a game to him, jumping from job to job, contract to contract. Though he makes a fine living out if it, he dislikes it when he is forced to kill someone, especially when that other person is a fellow Mercenary.
History:None really know much about his history, and he keeps it hidden, even from himself, repressing memories. He is only able to remember the events of the past year, and his home country, Russia. Volk does not know why he represses his memories, but he does not want to find out, as they could be damaging to his mental health. Volk knows his full name because it is craved into his chest plate, and does not question why this was done. So far, in what little of his life he can remember, he has walked through many cities, and looked for jobs, so far, he has been very successful as a Mercenary. He has no idea why he ended up in japan, or why he is there, or how he learned to speak Japanese either. Some tell him, he just has a natural flare for speaking the language, others tell him a guru whom died last year taught him. These contradictions confuse the hell out of him, and he decides not to listen. He will find out himself, when he deems the time is right.
Though his actual history is this - He was born in the Irkustk Province of Russia, where he lived for the first 5 years of his life. He was then moved around, down into southern Kamchatka Province, near Japan. There when he was the age of Twelve, his parents were killed by Pirates, and the city in which he resided in, was burned to the ground. He was on a refugee boat, headed for Japan now, and at the age of thirteen, he was adopted by a Japanese Monk. He was taught the local language, and became fluent in it when he was sixteen. Though he still had a thick russian accent, he could still speak Japanese quite well. Whilst learning Japanese, at 14, the Monk inducted him into a ninja academy, where he trained while studying the language. At the age of 17, the village where he and the monk resided, was attacked by an unknown force. These men pillaged and killed everyone in that village, and once again Volk was the only survivor, using his skills as a ninja to fight off, and protect as many people he could, there were too many, and he was forced to retreat. Though his retreat was short-lived, he was captured and beaten by the attackers, and left for dead. Volk awoke with almost no memory, and heavy wounds. Volk was forced to treat his won wounds, and he was able to, with his mediocre medical skills. Wounded, and with almost no memory he proceeded to the nearest town, and found out where he was. He tunred eighteen that day, and since then, he has yet to find out his memories, though he has learned about his skills, and has taken up the job as a Mercenary for hire. With this newfound skill, and disposable income, he bought many weapons, and has been living for six months without any past.
Sample RP:
((Taken from Shinobi Hearts RP))
Dosu was busy adventuring around the village. He couldn't find his teammates, he assumed that they were finding accommodations for their stay, Dosu didn't mind, he wanted to get his bearings in this metropolis of a village. Dosu walked down the streets for hours, pondering on the exams, on what he would do. He was spaced when he suddenly realized he was in a forested area. He turned around, and saw the village, he shrugged, and decided to take a look around this forest. Dosu walked down the dirt path for a few minutes, and began hearing the sounds of training. Dosu closed his eyes, and analyzed the sounds as he walked. His analysis confirmed that the sounds were familiar, Dosu opened his eyes, and whispered. "Tenten..." Dosu jumped, quick as sound, into the canvases of the trees, and hopped his way through to the source of the sound, he stopped on a high branch, his arms swung forward, and limply hung down beside him, he looked down at the clearing. He was the girl training, throwing kunai and such at a target suspended from a trunk. Dosu smiled, and thought 'well.. my last observation was a semi-success, lets see how this turns out..' He smiled, as he watched her.
Affiliation: Freelance
Gender:Male
Age:18
Occupation: Mercenary/EX Ninja
Nationality: Russia, more specifically, Irkutsk Province
Physical Appearance: A thin built fellow, His eyes are glacier blue, and his hair is a matted white. He stands at 5'11" and weighs 145lbs. Despite his appearance he is quite strong, and because of his appearance, he is fast. He has a normal nose, as normal as one would classiy a nose. He has a few stab scars around his face from throwing needles. He is usually seen wearing heavy winter jackets, and a balaclava at any time, anywhere. His hair is very short, about 3 inches from his scalp. His face, under his Balaclava, is solemn-looking, but his eyes have a burning passion to them. It's as if he shows a different personality on his face, than what his personality is like. When he looks at you when he is not in a fight, it almost huirts, as he shows much pain, though he does not know it, he has had many tragedies in his life. When in battle his eyes change, when he looks into yours, its still painful, but in a different way, the kind of pain that would make a man go insane. On his body, left upper arm, he has a tattoo in russian writing: Âîëê.
Weapons/Fighting Style:
Volk hides many things in his jacket. Fragmentation Explosives, a few Swords, knives, and Shuriken, and in vast quantities. The actual quantity of swords he carries is three, two on one side of his hips, and one on the other side. The rest is varied from 20 to none at all. His main weapon is his special 'Serrated Kunai' Which he has taken chips out of it, in order to give it a better slicing profile. His kunai is serrated on both edges, and looks like any other standard ninja Kunai. His fighting style is mainly hand to hand, with the exception that he uses his kunai, but only in melee situations. Because of the modifications he made to his Kunai, it is now terrible for accuracy, and is basically useless to throw. His hand to hand fighting style is mostly comprised of kicks, because of his steel-toed boots, and elbows, because of the light amour that he wears underneath his coat.
Clothing/Armor: Volk wears a Heavy brown winter coat, which seems to be made of animal pelts. His Balaclava is wool, and a tan color. His coat goes down to about his knees, and is a button-up. It has a few singes, as if it had been hit by fire, as well it has some damage to the hems, and is well-worn. He wears a white T-Shirt underneath his Winter Jacket, it has a few small rips in it, but it is quite clean. He had heavy winter pants as well. They are quite baggy, to confuse enemies, and are made of the same material, and have the same general damage as his Coat. His hands are covered by brown Fingerless gloves, that are thick, and are made of a Pelt. His boots are black, and have metal plates on them. They appear to be leather, but on the toes of the boots, the leather has worn off, and torn revealing that under the boots, are steel toes meant for fighting. Over his T-shirt, but under his Coat, is a plated chain vest that stops at elbow length. The plates are made of steel, and are on his chest, and elbows. These elbow plates are for fighting, and defense. The rest of the vest is a layered chain armor, which is made of a tin/iron alloy, which is light but durable. This armor is somewhat durable, but cannot width stand a direct attack from a sword, and will break on contact.
Personality: Volk shows a dark personality to people he does not know, he shouts in foreign tongues at his enemies, and has a short temper. This however, changes as you get to know him. Deep inside, he is a kind fellow, whom rarely shows this. Volk's mindset is mostly on living through the day. He basically lives for the day, and has little or no plans for the future. He plans his days, not his months, or weeks, or years. He is detrimental to wards jackassery, and doesn't much approve of it. He seems very serious, but hides an inner jackass himself. Volk wishes to live on, and fight for himself, and the people close to him. Though there are none close to him, as of yet, he feels that obligation to be ready. He enjoys self-satisfaction, being able to get a good job done. He sets personal goals, and time limits for each job he is given, he likes pressuring himself to do better, and will always complete these goals, and sets harder ones. Being a Mercenary is like a game to him, jumping from job to job, contract to contract. Though he makes a fine living out if it, he dislikes it when he is forced to kill someone, especially when that other person is a fellow Mercenary.
History:None really know much about his history, and he keeps it hidden, even from himself, repressing memories. He is only able to remember the events of the past year, and his home country, Russia. Volk does not know why he represses his memories, but he does not want to find out, as they could be damaging to his mental health. Volk knows his full name because it is craved into his chest plate, and does not question why this was done. So far, in what little of his life he can remember, he has walked through many cities, and looked for jobs, so far, he has been very successful as a Mercenary. He has no idea why he ended up in japan, or why he is there, or how he learned to speak Japanese either. Some tell him, he just has a natural flare for speaking the language, others tell him a guru whom died last year taught him. These contradictions confuse the hell out of him, and he decides not to listen. He will find out himself, when he deems the time is right.
Though his actual history is this - He was born in the Irkustk Province of Russia, where he lived for the first 5 years of his life. He was then moved around, down into southern Kamchatka Province, near Japan. There when he was the age of Twelve, his parents were killed by Pirates, and the city in which he resided in, was burned to the ground. He was on a refugee boat, headed for Japan now, and at the age of thirteen, he was adopted by a Japanese Monk. He was taught the local language, and became fluent in it when he was sixteen. Though he still had a thick russian accent, he could still speak Japanese quite well. Whilst learning Japanese, at 14, the Monk inducted him into a ninja academy, where he trained while studying the language. At the age of 17, the village where he and the monk resided, was attacked by an unknown force. These men pillaged and killed everyone in that village, and once again Volk was the only survivor, using his skills as a ninja to fight off, and protect as many people he could, there were too many, and he was forced to retreat. Though his retreat was short-lived, he was captured and beaten by the attackers, and left for dead. Volk awoke with almost no memory, and heavy wounds. Volk was forced to treat his won wounds, and he was able to, with his mediocre medical skills. Wounded, and with almost no memory he proceeded to the nearest town, and found out where he was. He tunred eighteen that day, and since then, he has yet to find out his memories, though he has learned about his skills, and has taken up the job as a Mercenary for hire. With this newfound skill, and disposable income, he bought many weapons, and has been living for six months without any past.
Sample RP:
((Taken from Shinobi Hearts RP))
Dosu was busy adventuring around the village. He couldn't find his teammates, he assumed that they were finding accommodations for their stay, Dosu didn't mind, he wanted to get his bearings in this metropolis of a village. Dosu walked down the streets for hours, pondering on the exams, on what he would do. He was spaced when he suddenly realized he was in a forested area. He turned around, and saw the village, he shrugged, and decided to take a look around this forest. Dosu walked down the dirt path for a few minutes, and began hearing the sounds of training. Dosu closed his eyes, and analyzed the sounds as he walked. His analysis confirmed that the sounds were familiar, Dosu opened his eyes, and whispered. "Tenten..." Dosu jumped, quick as sound, into the canvases of the trees, and hopped his way through to the source of the sound, he stopped on a high branch, his arms swung forward, and limply hung down beside him, he looked down at the clearing. He was the girl training, throwing kunai and such at a target suspended from a trunk. Dosu smiled, and thought 'well.. my last observation was a semi-success, lets see how this turns out..' He smiled, as he watched her.
Affiliation: Freelance
