Post by Rebel4life on Nov 4, 2008 23:41:51 GMT -5
Character Name: Dokuro Kaze
Type of character (original or canon)(and the series their from) : Original
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Appearance (You may either write out a description, or post a picture):
Role (rebel/policeman/citizen): Police
Fighting style: A gun with electrically charged bullets (aka it shocks you after you get shot)
hand to hand (he’s quite strong)
Personality: Cruel, to say the least. Dokuro has always had a love, for seeing others suffer. There was nothing he loved more, then see someone scream in pain, or bleed. He loved to hurt others, and never held back from killing. He’s heartless, and has no feelings anything. He’s rather smug, and cocky when it comes to fighting, but he can certainly back up his big talk.
History: Dokuro’s parents had worked for koori, as fighters. They always listened, and were very loyal.
Though, when dokuro was 5, they were kill. Some rebels broke into his house, and killed his parents.
Dokuro had come from his room, and saw his parents blood spray over the walls, and hear the gunshots ring through out the house.
He…just smiled.
Something about the red liquid….amazed him. made him smile, and want to see more.
The rebels didn’t notice the child, and left the house.
He sat there, in the room with two bodies.
The next day, he was found by one of his parents buddies.
They took the child to koori, who put him in a training camp.
They were rough, and cruel, making the child hard and cold.
Dokuro was turned into the perfect fighting weapon.
He became empty, and hard, not caring for his life, nor the life of another.
After the years of training they put him through, he became abnormally strong, and quite numb, he barely feels it when shot.
The perfect weapon
Friends and Family: parents deceased, no family
Likes: blood, guns, fighting, scaring others, night time, smoking
Dislikes: rebels, gato, those who say they’ll hurt him
Fears: failing koori
Dreams: killing the rebels
Roleplay Sample (must be of the character you are applying for):
Dokuro sighed as he stared up at the moon, laying out on the roof of his car.
He gently pulled the white stick form his lips, smoke flowing from his lips.
Deep red eyes stared blankly at the sky.
A light chuckle ripped from his throat.
“stupid city”
he crushed the cigarette on the hood of the car, then stood, jumping down from the hood.
“I cant wait till leader-sama takes over…and I can crush it”
he crushed the white stick in his fist, letting the mangled object fall to the ground.
his foot crushed it as he climbed into his car, and sped into the night.
Type of character (original or canon)(and the series their from) : Original
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Appearance (You may either write out a description, or post a picture):
Role (rebel/policeman/citizen): Police
Fighting style: A gun with electrically charged bullets (aka it shocks you after you get shot)
hand to hand (he’s quite strong)
Personality: Cruel, to say the least. Dokuro has always had a love, for seeing others suffer. There was nothing he loved more, then see someone scream in pain, or bleed. He loved to hurt others, and never held back from killing. He’s heartless, and has no feelings anything. He’s rather smug, and cocky when it comes to fighting, but he can certainly back up his big talk.
History: Dokuro’s parents had worked for koori, as fighters. They always listened, and were very loyal.
Though, when dokuro was 5, they were kill. Some rebels broke into his house, and killed his parents.
Dokuro had come from his room, and saw his parents blood spray over the walls, and hear the gunshots ring through out the house.
He…just smiled.
Something about the red liquid….amazed him. made him smile, and want to see more.
The rebels didn’t notice the child, and left the house.
He sat there, in the room with two bodies.
The next day, he was found by one of his parents buddies.
They took the child to koori, who put him in a training camp.
They were rough, and cruel, making the child hard and cold.
Dokuro was turned into the perfect fighting weapon.
He became empty, and hard, not caring for his life, nor the life of another.
After the years of training they put him through, he became abnormally strong, and quite numb, he barely feels it when shot.
The perfect weapon
Friends and Family: parents deceased, no family
Likes: blood, guns, fighting, scaring others, night time, smoking
Dislikes: rebels, gato, those who say they’ll hurt him
Fears: failing koori
Dreams: killing the rebels
Roleplay Sample (must be of the character you are applying for):
Dokuro sighed as he stared up at the moon, laying out on the roof of his car.
He gently pulled the white stick form his lips, smoke flowing from his lips.
Deep red eyes stared blankly at the sky.
A light chuckle ripped from his throat.
“stupid city”
he crushed the cigarette on the hood of the car, then stood, jumping down from the hood.
“I cant wait till leader-sama takes over…and I can crush it”
he crushed the white stick in his fist, letting the mangled object fall to the ground.
his foot crushed it as he climbed into his car, and sped into the night.
