Post by Mitsukai Ookami on Feb 26, 2012 19:12:56 GMT
The Basics
Name: Mitsukai Ookami
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: January 1
Nationality: Japanese
Hometown Osaka, Japan
Occupation: Makai Knight
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Theme Song:
Outer Stuff
Face Claim:Matsumoto Takanori (Ruki)
Height: 5.3 feet
Weight 159 lb
Hair color: Blonde (often dyes it)
Hair style: He straightens it so his bangs cover his forehead and his right eye completely, then in the back, his hair is rather spiked.
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: White
Posture: Tall
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: 5 piercings in his right ear
Accessories: His earrings (which are mostly wings), and his Brooch Madougu, Kumori.
Clothes: Mitsukai typically wears black leather pants, a crimson button up shirt, black leather jacket that has 2 outlines of angel wings starting from the back and going over his shoulders, black leather boots, and a his Madougu.
Anything Else?
Inner Stuff
Likes:
- Tea
- Cats
- Swords
Dislikes:
- Dogs
- "Hip Hop"
- Needlessly bossy people
Strengths:
- Excellent Swordsmanship
- Decent Acrobatics
- Learns quickly
Weaknesses:
- Armor only lasts for 99.9 seconds
- Tends to rely on his armor as a "last ditch" type thing
- Doesn't follow orders well
Goal(s):
- To aid those who need it, but focus on destroying the Horrors
Habits/ Quirks:
- Tends to be rather down on himself
Relationships:
- Father - Yuudai Ookami (Deceased)
- Mother - Tsubaki Ookami (Deceased)
- Sister - Sakura Ookami (Missing)
Overview:
Hero Stuff
Name: Noir Knight KUROI
Type Of Hero: Makai Knight
Henshin Device: His sword
Henshin Sequence: He draws a halo in the air above his head with his sword, then slashes down and activates the timer and dons his armor.
Forms:
- Form Name: KUROI
Image/ Description: Image 1
Image 2
Motif: Darkness Demon
Color Scheme: Black, Grey, and Yellow
Transformation: See above
Fighting Style: He uses his sword in a fast, acrobatic way. Taking to the air to dodge over just side stepping.
Weapons: His sword (as seen in pictures above), that can turn into a great sword.
Abilities:
Finisher(s): Dark Night - A series of extremely fast slashes while using the Madou Lighter, that hits the opponent on all sides and leaves crescent shaped slashes all over their body before the final vertical slash. - Form Name: KUROI Mk II
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Finisher(s): - Form Name: FALLEN KUROI
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Other Equipment:
- Kumori, his Madougu, that is able to help train and advise its wearer and to detect Horrors as well as create a map of the area around him.
- Niji Bakushin - his Madou horse. It's armor is similar to that of Mitsukai and when Mitsukai mounts his horse, his sword changes to his greatsword.
- Madou Lighter - used to light his sword on fire to do more damage.
History
Mitsukai was trained as a Makai Knight from a young age because of his father, who always wanted his son to "be someone". Mitsukai's father was not too well known, but his family was. His family was a branch of the "Makai Knight" lineage. Mitsukai's father was never very good at his training either, so he pushed his son to be the best he could possibly be. He sometimes pushed too much though. Mitsukai had a hard time actually living because he was always training and pushing his boundaries. He never had time to be anyone other than his father's prodigy. As such, he grew up to have a rather strange set of social habits. He filled spots where friends should be with his cats. They wouldn't push him like his father did.
Mitsukai as a teenager was not someone to to want to be. His father was still pushing him and he began to become angry. Angrier than he should be. There were more times than once that he almost lost control of his armor. That he almost lost control of himself. His father began to fear him, so he sent him away, to a much better set of teachers. With those teachers, Mitsukai learned everything differently. He learned to look at the world differently than prior. He never had any trouble picking up what they wanted to teach him, especially his passion. Swordplay. Mitsukai would wake up earlier than needed to just to practice his swords. Not too many years after being sent away did Mitsukai perfect his Noir Knight form, Kuroi.
The boy, still young, left the care of his teachers to do what he had to. He had to fight the Horrors of the world. He was a Makai Knight after all. From rather early on in his journeys, he found the horrors to be an interesting and strange enemy. But there was no sympathy for them. Those that harvested the weak should be destroyed.
OOC Stuff
Anything Else:
OOC Name:Mitsukai
Name Color #DC143C
Number Of Stars 4
Color Of Stars Red
Sample RP:
Being back in one’s homeland. Something that most people would consider a rather nice and peaceful occurrence. Sadly, that was not the case. Upon closer inspection of the area known as Targaryn, and the surrounding regions, one would notice the turmoil that ate at everyone who at one time called eachother kinsmen. Now it just pushed the block between them. Some for one side, some for the other. All of this started from someone misusing their power, which is what really dug at one man in particular. Angelus Gladius Tenebrae was his name. He was from the region of Targaryn, but knew less than a newborn about it as he grew up in a far away Eastern land, honing his skill with the blade. He only recently made his way back to what was his technical “homeland”.
He had only been back in Targaryn for about a week, living among the peasants and doing what he could to help the needy, but his sense of justice and morals weren’t too terribly welcomed by the oppressive of some areas, especially those who sided with the Queen. He would always stick his neck out to defend another, even if it might cost him his life.
Angelus was walking around the shopping district for two reasons, one he needed food and two he needed work. He knew those two things. What the black cloak clad man didn’t know was what he was going to come across during his search. From afar, he spotted a beautiful girl, fair skin and bright blue eyes. Almost what some might compare to a goddess. There is no way that she’s a peasant. Undoubtedly, the Queen would have sacrificed her already. The male thought to himself as he palmed the handle of his dagger, his arms hidden by his black cloak. If anyone were to attack, he made it his goal to save as many of these people as he could. No matter what.
Angelus saw that the girl jumped a bit as she went to leave, then checked her hand. It was bleeding. Field medicine out here was next to impossible. Before he could think otherwise, he was already making his way over to the girl and inspecting her hand. Angelus Tenebrae. You should be ok, just keep pressure on it and keep it covered. I’ll help you with whatever you were doing. Angelus said to the girl as he took the rag scrap and balled it up in her palm, then tore a piece from his cloak and wrapped her hand tight. After that he took the basket from the girl, not worried about his hands for they were covered by iron gauntlets. He made no signs to run away with the food or anything, just to do exactly what he said he was going to do. Help the girl.
