Keiji Koji- Hood Racer T

Civvie Stuff
Name:Keji “Squirt” Koji.
Age: 20, a legal Japanese adult, just barely
Sex: Male
Nationality: Japanese
Occupation: College student, business.
Species: Human.
Celebrity Claim: “Taso”, a transvestite waiter at the New Type café in Akihabera.
Hair color/style: The same shade of brown as the wig in the above picture. The real thing is cut in a somewhat androgynous bob instead of long.
Eyes: Brown.
Description: In a word, bishonen. He was a late bloomer puberty wise by a few years, but this isn’t super rare or unhealthy. He’s been blessed with clean light skin, and is regularly neat and tidy, but in a standard gentlemanly bishonen way. Dresses casually often enough, but still prim and never really comfortable looking unless in a uniform or suit. Of course, he is often mistaken for someone starting highschool. However, doll him up, add those little wonders called breast forms, and great mother of Zordon woah! That’s a henshin of a different kind entirely, but no less miraculous. His girl outfits vary greatly, though are a tad limited for obvious reasons, and mainly consist of whatever little fashion trend was popular at the time.

Hero Stuff
Name: Hood Racer T.
Type Of Hero: A “Hood Racer”. May be related to a rider, but instead of a motorcycle, a racer has a hover car called a “Hood” which is very central to their powers.
Henshin Device/Sequence: Two “Igniters”. These are a pair gold and silver car keys connected to a metal key chain in the shape of a goat’s head in profile. An igniter is held to the chest, and a small keyhole opens up in the racer’s chest after the henshin phrase is uttered. The igniter is put in the chest and turned, making engine noises from the chest. Finally, here is flash and the costume is on once that subsides.
Forms:

• Form Name: Racer
  Appearance:
  
  Very vintage look. The only armor provided is a breast plate with a white shield symbol in front of the hear, and shoulder guards. The helmet is made to look like the face of your stereotypical Chinese fanservice girl, complete with buns, along with a pure white face and yellow eyes with no whites of pupil. It even has fricking ears! However, the back of the head is just a plain red. From there? Spandex all the way, baby! A main body is segmented down the middle with a red streak and a yellow stripe on the left side. Two more yellow stripes create a panty line. For the legs, it comes down red like hosiery until reaching the ankles marked by yet another set of yellow stripes. They are mark the boundaries of the white sleeves ended by the red and black gloves.
  Transformation: The silver igniter is chosen and Keiji says, "T, cross the finish line and claim your prize!"
  Weapons and Abilities:
  Increased power and agility, but no weapons or finishers… without his trusty stead, The Holy Goat.
  
  A Hood Racer's power comes from their "Hood", or hover car. When transformed, a racer can take control of their hood remotely by neural transmitters in the helmet, though it can otherwise be controlled manually, and have a second pair of eyes view a high tech camera in the cockpit as long as the hood is within a few miles. But no matter how far way it is, there is always a sort of sixth sense compass possessed by the racer after their first transformation: the racer can always feel what direction their hood is in and their relative distance to the hood. The closer the racer is to their hood, the stronger its weapons are and the faster it can go, the epitome being the racer actually in the cockpit. So a racer can fight in two places at once taking on two separate battles, double team in a single fight, or get in the cockpit to unleash the hood’s maximum power. When it is close, the hood will come to the racer as soon as the transformation is done, but when it near it’s limits of the range, it will take several post for it to come to the racer’s aid. This often restricts a racer to a limited area in which they can fight, the hood parked somewhere safe within range before battle, which is why it is ideal for a racers to either constantly travel in their hood, or to be contempt with limiting their jurisdiction to a single city or town in which they live. When the racer is not transformed, it camouflage’s itself as a normal car of some sort, but fully functional. If the illusion is found out, someone could steal it use its weapons and speed, although weakened, for their own purposes as long as they are plenty far away from the racer. And if one could constantly keep the racer away from their hood, the racer would always be in a weakened state, much easier to beat.
  
  The Shooting Spoon: A laser turret on the underbelly of The Holy Goat, a real beast when the racer is in the cockpit.
  
  Finisher(s):
  Supreme Tattering Beams: The entire Shooting Spoon glows blue as it charges up energy, then it is released in three arched blue lightning bolts.
  
  Tattering Ram: Two blades come out from the front of the Holy Goat’s wing bumpers. Then comes a full on charge at max speed. The boosters leave behind a trail of fire afterwards.
  
  
• Form Name: Under the Hood
  Appearance: The wing bumpers of The Holy Goat are the new shoulder guards while the boosters are now shin guards. The Shooting Spoon is made into an arm guard on the right arm.
  Transformation: The golden igniter is chosen and Keiji says, “The racer and machine are one. T, go under the hood!” The Holy Goat phases into nothingness except for the wing bumpers, the boosters, and The Shooting Spoon. These shrink and graft themselves onto Keiji as the costume change.
  
  Weapons and Abilities:
  Increased agility, power, and resilience, being the fusion of racer and hood.
  
  The Shooting Spoon: A miniature version of turret on The Holy Goat. It is an arm guard on the right arm. It can swivel around like the turret it is, controlled through his mind, though a trigger has to pulled to fire for the hell of it.
  
  Nitro: Simply yells “Nitro!” and the whole body glows blue for a few seconds, and speeds up, everything around him seeming slower by comparison. Ideal for executing a tricky dodge or for a quick draw. Yes, it’s bullet time. Pretty much a once per fight thing.
  
  Finisher(s):
  Goblin Smasher: All the pieces of The Holy Goat start to glow blue. Either hand can be used to perform a back hand, of which a chest sized blue aura in the shape of a goat head about flies out about six feet.
  
  Tattering Beam: A miniature version of Supreme Tattering Beam. After charging, a single lightning bolt is released.
  
  Other Equipment:
  
  • The Holy Goat. Further in, it can seat a passenger, though the driver’s seat must be pushed down for them to get in. When cloaked, it takes the appearance of a, ahem, Dodge ram
    
  • Collection of cross dressing gear.
    
  • A pocket copy of Miyamoto Musashi’s The Book of Five Rings, which is kept on Keijis person at all times.
    
  
  
  Inside Stuff
  Personality:
  Being a straight arrow can be tricky business, especially when one starts to believe that being the good guy isn’t the same as being the nice guy. In simplest form, this is Keiji.
  
  His values are simple, not anything you wouldn’t find on a motivational poster. Productivity is certainly center stage. Slackers, shut ins, and otaku are incorrigible. The social norms are meant to be obeyed, and when doesn’t find order, he tries to make it, whether anybody wants it or not. Family and loyalty are big, which is why he is protective of his little sister Michiko, even though she is a hoodlum. He believes everyone should have productive, realistic, practical goals set for themselves. Creative types… not exactly his style either. Very rigid, inflexible. Even if being a racer is vigilantism, he believes it to be righteous, and his duty because taking up the mantle was the dying wish of the former one.
  
  In conversation, there is a bit of polarization. I wouldn’t be hard for one to either see a sort refreshing simplicity or just a hard ass. He’s blunt and honest, and straight forward, with the subject of his secret identities being the exception of to the rule. Well, if you don’t count in a more than a few sprinkles of sardonic and sarcastic quips, that is. These often show during combat as a way of unnerving his opponent. He’s also naggy; if he has criticism for you, don’t expect him to keep it to himself, no matter who you are. He needs to learn how to greater value the input of others.
  
  Of course, he’s not exactly a self righteous jerk. He wants social order, so he uses more than his mouth to try to create it. He regularly tries to help his community, particularly volunteer work in addition to his duties as Hood Racer T. When it really matters, when it is time for his group to celebrate, he really knows how to break loose. Actually, he can get quite boisterous. Party! Party! Join us! Join us!
  
  It should also be noted that he doesn’t have the romantic fascination that most other teens have. He doesn’t have time for such things, and he thinks she should sort his own self out before even thinking about committing himself to someone else. This, and his inherit personality will put him at odds with himself if he does start to develop feelings for someone. Can you say tsundere? But despite this, wanting to hang out with girls more has given some, such as his dad, the impression that he is some kind of wannabe womanizer.
  
  It is critical to understand that his high expectations apply to himself especially.
  
  He has a hard time for it feels for him to put on a finger on or the reasons for his attempts to be Nami. Relaxation and escapism? Envy? Perhaps, subconsciously, he does actually judge his appearance based on those of girls, but he doesn’t think it’s that simple. And he’s trying to find the answers for himself. But regardless, the name “Nami” means normal girl; it feels “right” somehow. But at the same time, he sees this as a betrayal, to his family and everything he stands for, and just plain irrational, though he admits it’s probably less harmful to others than a lot of habits. He’s contemplated going to a psychologist about it. His current plan is not much of anything other than keep it secret until he can really wrap his head about. And being Hood Racer T brings even greater satisfaction and fewer regrets with it’s heroism. Ironically, despite his feelings on the matter, he has developed some skill in the emulation, at least for someone who hasn’t been out and about. Even has voices down.
  
  In terms of being a working, there’s a lot of to love, and a lot to hate. His sticktoitiveness means he's punctual, but stubborn. He has a bit of a Napoleon complex and an aggressive desire for social acceptance, which helps fuel his habit of overworking himself, this not only crosses over in his responsibility as a racer, but doubles his work. He’s also practical, or at least strives to be. He‘s a man of his word, unconditionally. His grades are solid because he has solid study habits. He’ll sometimes get too caught up in the little details of something, anal about the little things that don’t really matter. He can also be very, very impatient with others, wanting to constantly see signs of progress.
  
  When he burns out or gets stressed, he directs himself inward. He has total vocabulary failure, his feelings of being a freak escalate, he gets hot headed, cranky, and especially that all he does isn’t appreciated, especially since his contributions as Hood Racer T are anonymous.
  
  Strengths:
  
  • The tactical options that being a racer provides.
    
  • An intense desire to be a pillar of the community and role model for others. Wants to be a true hero in everything he does, whether the helmet is on or off.
    
  • Sheer drive; he’s the kind that will push himself pass his limits whenever necessary and do the heroic thing even when it looks like a suicide mission.
    
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  • The unconventional way that being a racer works in comparison to a rider or ranger.
    
  • Uptight; just thank Ninjor almighty he ain’t in a squad, at least not yet…
    
  • Sheer Stress Overload. He tried to put more than enough on his plate before he became a racer! Defeat in one side of the double life he is living will screw things up in the other bad. He’s so heavily invested and ambitious in both sides. And he’s already conflicted enough just being a closet transvestite. Remember, he’s still just a young man and just starting the whole racer thing; he’s more fragile than he’d like to admit.
    
  
  History: Keiji was born the first child and only son of shipping company Koji Co.’s CEO and his trophy wife. They had truly always cared about their children, but they had their own commitments as heads and socialites, which were always just a little ahead of him and Michiko. The result is that most of their raising was done by the butler Sebastian -all butlers are named Sebastian, silly- and their maid, Toshiko.
  
  The boy loved his older sister instantly, as did Toshiko, who feed, played and read with them constantly. Really more of a nanny. One of Keiji’s most cherished childhood memories is her reading them the odd fairytale Tatterhood, not knowing how important it would be. When Michiko got started to want to play housemore and more with her little brother, he didn’t mind. And eventually, Toshiko thought it would be funny for to dress up Keiji as a girl in these games. So it happened, and so it kept happening. When he started to actually have a little fun with it, and wanted to get dolled up, it stopped getting funny and started to become a little more of a hassle to Toshiko, but still seemed harmless enough.
  
  It stopped being so when he wandered off a little bit, caught by pop. He was furious and when Keiji tried to explain things, Toshiko was fired. And the man tried his best to have a heart to heat chat with is son, but mostly just kept reiterating what was already know, even if what it meant wasn’t. Keiji was meant to one day succeed his father in running the company.
  
  When started getting into school, it wasn’t like he tried to isolate himself from his peers. However, he mainly played with the kids of his parent’s associates, and really found himself hanging out with the girls more early on. And he’d also found himself wanting to be around adult rather than his peers, but more specifically, he was always fascinated with your traditional, “mundane heroes”: firemen, cops, nurses, teachers, etc. Especially his teachers. He’d gotten some flack for being a teacher’s pet and for his harsh job as a hall monitor almost entirely throughout elementary and middle school. Of course, there were other maids, but none of them were fun.
  
  One person he hadn’t expect coming to respect was Sebastian, who mostly kept to himself. Gradually, he began to tell them tall tales of life. After the droll of elementary school, there was something fascinating about them, and more so was his attempts to have the kids teach his old trade of songahm taekwondo every day after school. And sebastion also pressured both into getting deep into gymnastics. He frequently told them about how it had taught him selfdiscipline. Sebastian was also the first point out how Michiko had gotten an allowance and he didn’t, and the first to say how she, sadly, wasn’t a target of their parent’s concern near as much as he was. There wasn’t anything really planned for her, other than say to marry one of company’s future execs, and Keiji wasn’t expected to see a single yen of his father’s money until becoming a man.
  
  During middle school was when things really started shaping up. Within only the first year, Keji witnessed his sister start to hang with the delinquent crowd and learn what she could really get away with because of their dad’s status. It was the day that Michiko had told him that she had told him and Sebastion that she didn’t like to do the “boring” songahm anymore that the boy decided that he would do the training for the both of them. Keiji also started to do volunteer work and really pick up his grades, while Michiko kept getting into more and more trouble, their mother and father giving slaps on the wrist at most. It was too much for him to bear.
  
  Oneday, something just snapped. Keiji found a dress of his mothers, stared it for minutes, took it with him into his room, locked the door, and tried it on. Something about doing that just felt right. And so he did it more. And more. Mom and dad were busy, Michiko was usually out on the town, and Sebastion would always, always knock, except once. It was shut quickly and not a word was spoken of the incident. Neither his mother nor sister’s clothing exactly fit, which increasingly bothered him, and he eventually built up the guts to shoplift and a skirt and some cheap earrings. The moment he hand tried them on and looked himself in the mirror, he felt guilty, staying home from school and not speaking to anyone for days. Eventually he witnessesed a guy beaten by delinquents and even a few normal kids for coming into class one morning doing what he had doing in private. He started to fear what could happen to him, and started to remember how furious his dad was that one time. He figured nothing good could come out it. And a for a little bit, he was successful in repressing it entirely.
  
  Come his third year of middle school, he quickly find out that Toshiko become a custodian at the school. He was overjoyed to see her after all those years, and she was shocked at how much he grew. Although she was reluctant to accept it, the boy had started helping out her out after school come the middle of the year. While he made his share of new friends that year, he couldn’t describe how elated being with Toshiko again made him. Soon he found himself crossdressing again, and decided to at least give a name, “Nami”, to what he felt. It wasn’t like he had forgotten about why he tried so hard to keep it bottled in the first place, but there were times he felt so entranced.
  
  Come highschool, he had tightened up to continue with his gymnastics, and was active in the student council and even the paper for a while. He started get to get along more and more with the girls in his school through these, those who regularly helped with volunteer work were a more tightly knit group he likes to call “The Pack”, most of which he still at least stays in contact with. The only big problems were rumors of the implications and that many of the girls had boyfriends, leading to him being repeatedly harassed by those that thought he might be trying to make moves on them. They were also responsible for blackmailing him into and dolling him up for a womanless beauty pageant held by the school during his senior year, of which “Karin” won first prize and number of tips from the girls, though they never fully caught on to his past experience in the field. Meanwhile, after Michiko “upgraded” to a juvenile motorcycle gang and compensated dating, all has seemed lost, the more serious measures of their parents in order to avoid scandal only seemed to make her craftier, eventually going on to selling drugs.
  
  After graduation, the family considered Keiji to “be a man”. After enrolling into a respectable college, he’s slowly bee getting doses of his family money. And guess what he’s bought? Stressed before starting his first year of college, he did the unthinking able and decided to flaunt off a piece of the wardrobe in public. Granted, it was just for an hour long walk down the street during the middle of the night, thought that arguably more boneheaded. Either way, it was fate. On the walk, he found a busted and odd looking car that looked like it had been in a wreck and ran to see what was going on, only to find an even more busted up and odd looking driver. The voice sounded familiar and gave a strange request. She called him and young lady, asked him to take the keys and the car, and to recite a special chant while holding it up to his chest. He was reluctant, but complied once she started to cough up blood through the broken helmet. He did and knew what to do next, he transformed, the armor and car revived. However, the armor was gone form the former driver, revealing Toshiko who died with a peaceful smile. So many questions swimmed in his mind. What was this all about? How long had she been at the racer thing? Did she really not recognize him? But regardless, his actions made her smile.
  
  From that day onward, Keiji has vowed to balance his pursuit of succeeding father as head of Koji Co. with continuing Toshiko’s legacy of Hood Racer T.
  
  Anything Else:
  The henshin appearance comes from a robot buddy in Liveman, Colon. Not something I think many people are going to miss I chose her, since she ain’t a ranger. The appearance for The Holy Goat is a car in the F-Zero video game series.
  Sample RP:
  
  “Toshiko,” Keiji whispered to himself, looking up into the cloudy sky, “I hope you’re watching up there.” The silver key shaked nervously in his hand, and he took a deep breath. Click! The key was in his chest. Vroom! Vroom! Vroom! THe scared young man was gone from the alley way. All that was left stirring were rats, year old leftovers in the dumpster, and the racer. A racer who had a job to do.
  
  Back into the street, Racer T could see that the sitch hadn’t changed. There were still three of them. Three beast, they stood erect like humans, but had the features of crows, like the tengus of lore. And to think tengu were portrayed as protectors of man? Racer T knew this wasn’t the case. From there, he couldn’t quite make out the faces of the two children the monsters were circling, as if they were vultures over carrion. He fortunately couldn’t see the fear in their eyes. And he knew couldn’t possibly make it time with his legs, no matter how strong the suit made him. One of the tengu striked, swooping down, preparing to dig it’s beak into one of the one of the children.
  
  But that wasn’t the plan. Racer T couldn’t reach the; not with his eyes nor with hislegs. However, is goat’s could, and did. Zap! One of the tengu let out a shriek and fell to the ground as it was hit with a blast from the turret. They took the bait as planned, stared down the hood as it hummed towards them. Squawking, they charged, swooping down on The Holy Goat. It swooped to the side, making a donut and smacking the two as they were disoriented by the missed target. One veered of and kissed a brick way, remodeling the building. The skided across the pavement until hitting a n empty, parked car.
  
  The third tengu picked itself up, spotting Racer T finally dashing into the rescue. The kids, a boy and a girl, neither seeming any older than ten, clinged to each other, trembling. The mysterious woman they saw wasn’t normal, you couldn’t even see her face. She wasn’t exactly comforting until they saw the axe kick that connected with the tengu’s beat.
  
  “Now, in the car!” Racer T barked, the kids nodded. They ran towards The Holy Goat, the hatch opening with a pop. They managed to fit themselves both in the front seat.
  
  The tengu tottered, and Racer T was already in it’s face, in guarding stance, ready, but not ready for the talons that dug into his ankle, those of one of the tengu he thought the car had taken care of before. Zip! The kids were shocked as another lazer came from their shelter. Oddly, the tengu just disappeared into thin air. Ignoring that and the pain in the pain, his hand lunged for the other tengu, grabbing it by the neck. A punch, a knee, and a backhand, and it was dead as disco as well. Checking the debris of the car and the brick wall, the third was nowhere in sight.
  
  The cockpit hatch opened again as Racer T approached the children.
  
  “Are you two aright?”
  “Yes, Ma’am!”, they answered simultaneously.
  “Do you know where your parents are right now.”
  “They ran away when those things showed up, Ma’am,” the boy answered.
  
  Racer T buried his helmet’s “face” into the palm of his hand. That was so very refreshing to hear.
  
  After dropping the children off at the police station, The Holy Goat had zoomed back to the scene of the crime. Racer T’s looked up, down, back, and forth. It was evacuated. Then, with a flash, the femme fatale and the hover car vanished. In their was place was a dodge ram. And in the ram was a young man wearing a beret and a pinstriped suit. A pinstriped suit with vibrating pantaloons.
  
  “What’s up, hu-hu” He breathed heavy after starting to the cellphone, still exhausted from the fight. “Haruko.” He knew of only member of The Pack that could consistently call him at only the worst times. He didn’t need to check the screen.
  
  “No, I’m just beat.”
  
  “Yeah, Saturday is still on.”
  
  “I know I haven’t been able hang out with you guys that much lately. You of all people can understand how busy things can get.”
  
  Of course, Haruko really had idea when it came to Keiji’s life.