Post by rozan on May 16, 2011 10:26:11 GMT -6
Full Name-Rozan
Nick names-None
Race- Saiyan/Human mix
Alignment- Neutral
Age-12
Gender- Male
Sexuality: Straight
Job- None
Appearance-
Height: 4’ 10” (four foot, ten inches)
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Skin: Light Brown
Body type: Toned
Over all description: He has caramel colored skin, and is built like a well seasoned runner with a toned body that only dedicated can achieve. That’s not to say he could compete with a body builder, but one wouldn’t think he’d have a hard time getting the ladies. For a child of his age he would seem very physically fit without looking weird. But what really makes people shy away from him is his gaze that seem to make a person feel small and self-conscious. His dark brown eyes never seem to fully open, his hair in a well kept buzz cut, and his blank face usually void of smiles makes him less approachable.
Personality-
Likes-Running, Swimming, Fighting with his rival, sushi, reading, and sports
Dislikes- People who try to tell him what to do, The do gooders who are always meddling, the people trying to destroy his home.
Over all- He hates being weak, and he also hates the weak who do nothing to try and gain strength. He does love being free and strong, but one day he wishes he could bring a proper balance to the world.
Other:
Family- Adoptive father: Kiril (deceased)
Mother:unknown
Biological father: Unknown
Mate- None
Crush- None
Offspring-Unknown
Attacks(Beams, not physical)- Well he has no training from any master, so all the beams and blasts he uses are without names. Though he can make them vary in strength.
Transformations(if any)
Oozaru, because he does have a tail.
Weakness: Loner- He grew up in the wilds and has been alone since Kiril passed, so for him to depend on others is not an option.
Pride- He doesn’t realize it, but his sayin pride is very strong when it comes to fighting, causing him to take on opponents he should probably avoid. Though he is no fool, and if he feels he has no chance of winning he won’t fight, no matter how hard he wants to.
Stubborn- If he believes his is right no one can convince him he is wrong. Meaning that it he has to be beat in battle for his will to bend to another’s, though only temporarily.
Strengths:
Dedication- Once he goes for something, he goes until he has it or until it ceases to exist. Which is good because it means he trains regularly.
Tactician- Fighting so much in the wilds has granted him a gift of analyzing his opponents movements and patterns, making him that much harder to fight against twice. This isn’t to say his body can always react accordingly, but he will remember for next time.
Compassion- This is a rare one, but it does happen. If he feels like someone is treated poorly for either no reason or not a good enough reason he can sympathize and act accordingly.
History:
Rozan never dreamed too big. He didn‘t really have a fair start in life being and orphan and all. He didn’t know his parents, as they had gave him to an orphanage when he was born and never looked back. When bandits attack their orphanage only a handful of people survived to tell of what happened. Kiril was one of the few people who stood against them and drove them off. A lot of the other children were sent away to various orphanages around the world, but Kiril kept Rozan and raised him like a son.
It was like this for six years. Six years of peace and happy memories that he would need to face the world. In those six years Kiril taught him the basics on defending himself, something the mercenary had made his living on. He never had a style, believing that it was better to develop one’s own way of fighting through combat, but he did believe in building a strong foundation to do so with. Yes he really looked up to Kiril and would one day go with him and train under him as a merc. But that all changed in an instant.
Kiril had brought Rozan along with him to do a simple job of guarding the farmers as they herded their cattle from the river and back, when suddenly without warning they struck. It wasn’t simple bandits this time, but some sort of small army dressed in weird cloths and firing beams of light. They quickly killed the farmers, who’s rifles did nothing to damage them, and surrounded Kiril, who was able to defeat them as they charged him one or two at a time, while Rozan fought them off as well. Eventually he was brought down, not by the henchman, but by an even stranger looking creature who avoided his attacks and beams like they were nothing. Seeing his father killed, sent him over the edge, but he knew that he wasn’t able to defeat an opponent that had bested his own father, so he fled. He knew the wilds better than anyone, so he was able to avoid detection and destruction for several days, before the strange alien left, the village destroyed and the people killed. From that day on, Rozan lived alone, honing his skills alone for years, until finally he emerged from the wilds a young man. He would track down his fathers killer, and gain his revenge, even though it meant coming back to the civilized world.
Rp Sample[/u]
Note this is from My Naruto Saigen Character:
Insomnia, the one foe that would not admit defeat no matter how hard one tries. It has many ways of working it’s evil magic, from TV to random noises in the night, it keeps nagging until finally it wins and the sun rises. This was the foe that Rozan once again found himself battling at 11:30 at night. It was maddening how elusive sleep had become in the past two days, his body once again shifting around, hoping to gain a comfortable position. It was not to be, however, as he once again was brought back from the edge of darkness by the irritating thought that seemed to know no bounds. Why? Such a small word, merely three letters, but the impact it was having on him was staggering. Giving up on his endeavor for sleep, he tossed his covers aside, grabbed his discarded cloths from the hamper, and proceeded to leave his apartment.
It was a bit chilly out, a cold breeze rocking the tree tops as the full moon peaked from behind the clouds, illuminating the streets with a eerie sort of light. He saw a few drunks stumbling about, probably headed towards a warm bed and a furious lover, but paid them no mind as he headed for the harbor. As he walked memories of the day flashed through his head, leaving his navigation up to his instinct as he lost himself in thought. It was a sad day really, though he knew that in this life sad days were bound to occur, but still he never thought it would happen like this. Clay, the only person in this village of strangers that he could call a friend, was gone. He had moved to another country this morning, and would not be returning for a very long time, if at all. It was strange really, Rozan never really thought he would feel remorse or sadness, hell when he told him of the upcoming move he hadn’t felt a thing, but now as he walked the streets of Kiri alone he felt a strangeness that he had never felt before.
It wasn’t like they lead the same type of life, he being a ninja while Clay was a scholar, but through the years a friendship had developed, one that had kept Rozan entertained when not training or doing a mission. To know now that he was truly alone in this village left him feeling hallow inside. Sure Bou was his partner, but the new genin was still just that, new, and he hadn’t warmed up to him yet. One of the only other genin he managed to have a decent, Kohachi, was now missing as well, the mansion he lived in seemed uninhabited now. Now that he thought about it, it seemed everyone who he managed to call friend was now missing. Even his master was no where to be found, and Ryo had not returned to the training grounds after their brief encounter. It seemed the only companion that was willing, or able to keep him company to the end was his trusty sword, Fang. The blade, however, could not save him from his solitude, nor vanquish the foe called loneliness. Maybe he was not meant to live outside of battle? In battle friends didn’t matter unless they were on the field, his loneliness was replaced with focus and adrenalin. In battle Fang could help him conquer any foe, but outside of training and fighting, he was just a husk.
He hadn’t noticed it, but he had arrived at the harbor, his legs carrying him to the pier. The sound of the waves relaxed him, slowly washing away the feeling that gripped hard at his chest. He would have to move on, through the pain and suffering, and complete his goals. Personal life had to come latter when he could afford to squander time on relationships. A whisper escaped him, one so quite that even his own ears had to strain over the sound of waves to hear it, “I am better off alone.” But even after the faint words were said, his heart continued to play the gloomy melody called loneliness.
I’m 21 and I work for a living
Just call me Red or Rozan
PM me if you need me
Its been about two years I think since i started Rping[/u]
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