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Kyousho
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Nov 26 2007, 09:16 PM
Post #1
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godamn it....it was such a short time playing my new character and now he's supposed to age 20 years lol. screw that. new profile time. Also, I was given a newtype tag by enzeru shortly before the last arc ended. I’d like to keep that tag, if at all possible.
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- Basic Info
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::Name:: Ibaragi Youjirou Date Of Birth: -Current year minus 21- Age: 21 Birth Place: Genetic Type: Coordinator (un-awakened Newtype) Faction: Civillian Gender:
- Appearance
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Height: 5'11" Weight: 165 lbs
- Personality
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One of those strong, silent types, Youjirou is never one to mince words or try to sound smart. His mind is always focused upon his goal; once his goal is set, there is no turning back. However, he not a blind robot either; he has very clearly defined morals, and if anything goes against them, he will without a doubt follow his instincts over his goals. His samurai-like personality also shows through often when speaking. On a side note, he is very fond of tea ceremonies as well as practicing with his sword (which is shown in his picture)
- Biography
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Born to a very traditional family, Youjirou was raised under a roof, sleeping on tatami mats, learning kenjutsu, and all that other jazz. Never one to pick fights, he would always opt to run away from a fight instead of using the skills that he learned at home. When his parents saw his messed up state when he got home, he would always get lectured about how he should be more careful, how he should have been more of a man and stood up against the bullies. Thus, his relatively stable and ‘normal’ life continued. Nothing much of significance happened until the day he met his maid, Nina (yes, I realize my last NPC was a maid named Nina as well. I’ll explain this in my new NPC profile.)
One day, on his way back from school, he saw a woman, dressed as a maid, being surrounded by a couple thugs.
Surely she’d do something?
“Missy! Why don’t you come and have some fun with us?”
Surely she’s going to resist?
“I’m waiting for my Master.”
“You’re master, eh?”
As soon as he finished, the thug ran a fist into her abdomen, knocking the air out of her. Wincing, she struggled back to her feet as her legs started wobbling. Eyes opening in shock, Youjirou whipped out his handy boken and proceeded to smash the living daylights out of the punks that had gathered there. Helping the maid to her feet, Youjirou involuntarily flinched at the sight of the wound. Apparently, the thug who had punched her had been wearing brass knuckles. The punch had done more than knock the wind out of her – the reason her legs were wobbling around so much was because a rib had broken and had somehow been pushed so that it was now poking out of her side. After taking her to the hospital, and falling asleep by her bedside, he awoke to a gentle touch by his side. The maid was up once more, her wounds apparently completely healed.
“I’m sorry to have awoken you, master.”
“Huh…But…I didn’t hire a –“
“You are my master. That’s all there is to it. The moment that you do not need one anymore is when I will die.”
As of now, Youjirou is continuing his studies with Hiruma Youichi, the late second in command of the (relatively) recently fallen Jupiter Empire.
- Role-play Sample
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**Note: As Youjirou is Hiruma's apprentice, most of the time, he would be role-played the same way, minus the cheek.**
Hiruma wandered the streets of the shopping district in the small colony, his eyes quickly taking in and scanning the small trinkets and items around him. So far, he hadn't seen anything of interest - everything seemed to be cheap knockoffs of the infamous pirated goods of the Chinese black market. However, he walked slowly for the sake of the maid trailing behind him. It was rare that they had gotten any time off, and he had wanted to make sure that Nina would be able to have some memories to call her own before they all got blown to bits by the war. Granted, he wasn't planning on being blown to bits, but it never hurt just to be safe.
Glancing backwards, Hiruma noted that Nina had stopped in front of a small shop run by an old woman. The owner of the shop sat on a rocking chair, her face shrouded by the darkness of the room within, with a serene, senile expression on her face. Nina's hand was outstretched, running her fingers through a box of small, colored artificial crystal pieces. Walking back over, Hiruma bent down and whispered into her ear, his breath light and tickly.
"What are you doing, Nina-chan?"
Maintaining her poker face, she slowly drew her hand out from the box. Hiruma smirked. How cute, she was flustered.
"Nothing, Master. I'm sorry to have slowed you down."
Grabbing her hand before she could let it fall to her side, Hiruma placed it back on top of the box.
"Grab a handful."
Obediently, she closed her hand into a fist, then dropped them into a small, plastic-velvet hybrid bag that Hiruma held out in front of him. Where he had procured this thing was beyond anyone's guessing. However, being Hiruma, no one in their right mind would even think about asking - the possible repercussions were too serious to risk such a thought.
"How much, owner?"
"Hm? Oh just take them. I'm sure your girlfriend would enjoy these."
"Thank you then, ma'am. Have a nice day."
Walking out of the shop, the pair continued their trip down the street. After a bit of silence, Nina spoke.
"Master, why did you not deny that woman's assumption of our relationship?"
"I didn't see a reason to. I've always wondered what it would be like if I had a maid as a lover."
"....I see."
Nina's hand wrapped itself a tad bit tighter against the small bag of stones.
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