Post by Yin on Jan 6, 2007 18:54:02 GMT -5
[<_< I wasn't sure on a lot of things, if I messed up, just tell me were to fix it]
Name: Amurha, Yin
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 150 LBS
Body Type: Slim Muscular. He has strong muscles, but they don't bulge out like a beef-head's.
Gender: Male
Age: 17 [Died at 17 one year ago]
Eyes: Grey/Blue
Hair: Red
Physical Appearance:
Personality: Rather quiet and keeps to himself. A patient temper and rather apathetic at times. He dosn't care much for many people, but has his certain favorites. It takes a while for him to trust anyone, but when he eventually opens up, he's really a great person. He loves to have fun, and laughs and smiles a lot when he get's a chance to, as long as someone takes the time to befriend him.
Likes: Chinese and Japanese Flowers [Lotus', Sakura's(Cherry Blossoms), etc. etc.], music, warm and sunny days.
Dislikes: Cold days, rainy days, killing sencelessly, being coverd in blood, people who have no pity and guilt.
Weapon: Tsuin Buyou Konoha-Ken - Twin Dancing Leaf Blades. Twin dual sided swords. [As in, one double-sided blade on two sides of one handle. <Blade> <Handle> <Blade> Like that, and two of them, each have two sides on each seperate blade]
Job: To Lazy to Have one.
History: Born and raised in a wealthy and highly repected home, of which he dosn't even remember. His house was burned to the ground for one reason or another, after which, he ran away. Yin lived alone on the streets, scrounging for what little food he could find. He was beat up a lot, due to the fact that he was once a high-class member, he knew nothing of the horrible life on the cold and dirty streets on which he now lived.
He taught himself to use two swords, creating his own advanced style or fighting style and weapondry skills to defend himself. At fourteen, he was a force to be recond with. His skills in fighting made him an honorable foe. He got his small things together and headed to the west of his long-forgotten homeland and ended up here.
Though he was once a happy, cared for, loving child. He now grew to be cold and apathetic, resistant to the world around him and grew into the darkness that seemed to hover over his world. He slept whereever he could find shelter and possibly food, and did so for many years.
A fighting contest, which he dominated, was a great milestone in his life. He used his prize money to buy an appartment and food, thus surviving for another year and a half. Though his trials were over, the scarring they left on him wasn't one to heal so quick. He still remained cold and alone on the inside, and kept to himself, not opening up to anyone. He kept himself supported by entering other fighting tournaments, untill he was disquallified for killing one of the contestants when he struck him in the back of the neck hard enough with his wooden sword to break his neck.
Ofcourse, this caused pain and lawsuits he didn't need at the time. Enough pain, guilt, and pressure on him to make him commit suicide when he was 17. Leaving what little of a life he had behind him, to wallow in the blood he spilt and for everyone to loathe the boy that was no longer there...
Name: Amurha, Yin
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 150 LBS
Body Type: Slim Muscular. He has strong muscles, but they don't bulge out like a beef-head's.
Gender: Male
Age: 17 [Died at 17 one year ago]
Eyes: Grey/Blue
Hair: Red
Physical Appearance:
Personality: Rather quiet and keeps to himself. A patient temper and rather apathetic at times. He dosn't care much for many people, but has his certain favorites. It takes a while for him to trust anyone, but when he eventually opens up, he's really a great person. He loves to have fun, and laughs and smiles a lot when he get's a chance to, as long as someone takes the time to befriend him.
Likes: Chinese and Japanese Flowers [Lotus', Sakura's(Cherry Blossoms), etc. etc.], music, warm and sunny days.
Dislikes: Cold days, rainy days, killing sencelessly, being coverd in blood, people who have no pity and guilt.
Weapon: Tsuin Buyou Konoha-Ken - Twin Dancing Leaf Blades. Twin dual sided swords. [As in, one double-sided blade on two sides of one handle. <Blade> <Handle> <Blade> Like that, and two of them, each have two sides on each seperate blade]
Job: To Lazy to Have one.
History: Born and raised in a wealthy and highly repected home, of which he dosn't even remember. His house was burned to the ground for one reason or another, after which, he ran away. Yin lived alone on the streets, scrounging for what little food he could find. He was beat up a lot, due to the fact that he was once a high-class member, he knew nothing of the horrible life on the cold and dirty streets on which he now lived.
He taught himself to use two swords, creating his own advanced style or fighting style and weapondry skills to defend himself. At fourteen, he was a force to be recond with. His skills in fighting made him an honorable foe. He got his small things together and headed to the west of his long-forgotten homeland and ended up here.
Though he was once a happy, cared for, loving child. He now grew to be cold and apathetic, resistant to the world around him and grew into the darkness that seemed to hover over his world. He slept whereever he could find shelter and possibly food, and did so for many years.
A fighting contest, which he dominated, was a great milestone in his life. He used his prize money to buy an appartment and food, thus surviving for another year and a half. Though his trials were over, the scarring they left on him wasn't one to heal so quick. He still remained cold and alone on the inside, and kept to himself, not opening up to anyone. He kept himself supported by entering other fighting tournaments, untill he was disquallified for killing one of the contestants when he struck him in the back of the neck hard enough with his wooden sword to break his neck.
Ofcourse, this caused pain and lawsuits he didn't need at the time. Enough pain, guilt, and pressure on him to make him commit suicide when he was 17. Leaving what little of a life he had behind him, to wallow in the blood he spilt and for everyone to loathe the boy that was no longer there...
NUUUU!!! -Tackles Slades, stamps on forhead,- MWAHAHAHAHA! ^_^ -Runs away.-
