Kenpachi
11th Squad Captain
Please Note: As it is stated to be allowed, I am using an original bio layout
ORPG and RPB
Name – Tuin Emmail Yorou
Age – 31
Title – The Blood Mercenary
Height – 5'11"
Weight – 164lbs
Gender - Male
Race - Human (he believes)
-----Appearance-----
Tuin's eyes are strange, with the left one being pure white and the right one being pure black. He does not seem to have pupils, yet he can see perfectly, with 20:10 vision. His eyes are around medium size, and when he looks at you, they seem to stare right through you. His nose is a regular size, as is his mouth.
While he has no facial hair, the hair on the top of his head is black, very messy and medium-length, falling about half-way down his ears and over his eyes. It is actually quite wavy when he takes the time to comb it or whatever, but he never does. However, it is not very knotted.
He has a slightly tanned skin all over his body, mainly because he has worked outdoors most of his life. He has muscles, but not overly so, and he is around medium-build. However, his build belies his true strength.
Tuin only has one scar, an long vertical shape crossing over his right eye, that he picked up in a fight many years ago. He has a few tattoos however, with a black tribal circlet around his left wrist and a small blood-droplet on the inside of his right ankle.
------Attire------
Tuin's attire reflects his personality, very subdued and stealthy, but with a chance to strike out and do something crazy.
As such, his boots are a plain dark brown leather, very ordinary, but with dull red soles. He has long dark-gray pants that are perfect for combat and extended periods of action, and are held up by a black belt with an intricate silver inlay on the belt, and three utility pouches of dark-brown leather clipped to the belt. One pouch holds emergency food, the next holds basic medical-supplies and the last has a collection of things that are useful at nearly any times.
His shirt is long-sleeved and very dark gray, verging on black, and looks plain. It has strings on the sleeves, so they can be drawn upwards to short-sleeves. He has a dark green and brown overcoat that he wears over it, with over twenty concealed pockets on the inside of it. It seems to meld with the environment and covers him from shoulders to ankles, and it has a hood.
He also has a more fancy coat that he wears when needed. These coats are black with silver inlay and have silver lace at the cuffs and edges. This coat he rarely wears. He wears black, fingerless gloves too, as his hands are rough and calloused.
------Personality------
Generally a quiet, unassuming kind of guy, he has an occaisional tendency to just unleash a random act or behaviour that no-one expects. He shows little to no fear, as he views the world with a profoundly cynical nature and always sees the darker side of things. He also has a very odd sense of humour and is called a freak because of it very often.
He is extremely intelligent however, and is constantly on the lookout for links between seemingly inconsequential things. He loves to fight, and views any fight in which he loses, but not dies, as a waste. He will sometimes purposefully injure himself to prolong a fight.
First Impression - Most people almost seem to ignore Tuin, as he doesn't usually draw attention to himself. As such, they overlook him, which is a mistake, as he then does something that throws them off guard, giving him an advantage. He is also ambidextrous.
------Strengths------
Tuin is very fast, his speed is his greatest weapon, and as such, in fights, he strikes quickly and precisely, eliminating enemies before they can strike back. He is also extremely intelligent, and he uses that to full advantage. He is also extremely skilled with his weapons, and does not tire easily in battle.
------Weaknesses------
His main weakness is that once he starts a fight, he will rarely if ever back down, fighting to the death wouldn't be an inconvenience to him. As such, he sometimes loses his head in fights, and keeps on going, often against immeasureable odds.
------Weapons------
Tuin has a large variety of knives, most of them small and concealable and hidden in his camouflage cloak. However, he also has a four-foot long curved blade (a katana) that he wears over his back, with the hilt poking up over his right shoulder. The blade is named "Shusui" and is made of a dark metal, and seems to crackle when swung. The crossguard is in the shape of a manji symbol and is white. The hilt itself is a dark gray, and has a white star on the bottom, used for storing energy. This energy can be called upon at any time to aid Tuin. Tuin stores energy by entering into a meditative state and then piercing himself with his blade; the amount of time he spends with the blade piercing him, the more energy he uses up and puts into the blade. Tuin can do this multiple times but the total amount of energy stored is only as much as Tuin has at his very peak. The blade had an odd green tinge when it is at the maximum energy capacity.
------Armor------
Tuin's only armour consists of his own clothing, as he is fast enough that he can dodge most attacks. He views armour as an unnecessary thing, as it would slow him down.
------Magic------
Tuin's magical abilities are very odd and it is because of them that he gained his title as the "Blood Mercenary". Initially, Tuin is completely unable to use magic, but his sword is a conduit for it, and it becomes available as he slays enemies. The more blood he sheds, the more power he gains, and as he gains power, his eyes change colour, both of them changing from their respective black and white, to red. The more enemies he slays, the darker the red in his eyes.
He is not sure how he managed to obtain these powers, but he thinks it stems from when he found his blade, as the blade is the conduit of his powers. He can only unleash his powers via commands as well, and needs to learn the commands to use the powers.
His powers all weaken him slightly, but the amount they weaken him is lessened the more enemies he slays. For example, if Tuin has slain three enemies and uses Blast, he is weakened as though he had run as fast as he could for a kilometre, but if he slays six enemies, it as though he had run half that, and increasing/decreasing in increments of three (i.e. nine enemies = 1/4 of a kilometre).
However, Tuin rarely uses his magic, as he prefers to keep his energy for fighting properly, blade-to-blade/beast etc.
He currently has four powers that he has discovered. These are;
Blast - This is a simple blast of red energy that is unleashed from Tuin's blade. It takes the form of a burst of energy, like a fireball, with a range of twenty metres. It is used with the command "Ainaka" and is only useable once Tuin has slain three or more enemies. A small amount of energy is sapped.
Lance - A more advanced blast of red energy, this is different to Blast, as it has a much longer range (fifty metres) but takes the form of a long, lance of energy, giving it its name. It is used via the command "Hior" and uses up about double the amount of energy as Blast. It is only useable once eight or more enemies are dead.
Shield - This is a strange power that Tuin accidentally found out one battle, and is basically a full-body force field, that covers Tuin's entire body for three-to-five seconds. It is activated by the command "Myera" and is extremely draining, reducing Tuin's remaining energy by nearly half, regardless of the amount of energy he has left (it adjusts depending on his current energy amount). It can only be used upon the death of fifteen or more enemies, and the shield is blood-red and looks like mist.
Call Forth - Used through the command "Leil Ay Lere"; this simply calls forth and bestows all the power that Tuin has stored in his sword on him, resulting in an energy boost of varying degrees.
------Skills------
Due to his extensively studious background, Tuin has advanced reading, writing, mathematical and theological abilities. He is also very proficient with his blades.
------History------
Born to a general father and scholar mother, Tuin quickly became interested in the way that the world worked and as such, he studied extensively at school in his younger years, to the exclusion that he mader no friends until he was nearly thirteen. His father took note of this, and worried, and decided to introduce young Tuin to the art of the sword, so that he would be forced to interact with others. Tuin took a while to warm up to the idea of the sword, and initially neglected it to his other studies, until one day he was sorely beaten by one boy in a training match, breaking Tuin's right hand, his writing hand.
Tuin was therefore unable to study properly, and began to use his left hand, to the point where he was as dextrous with his left hand as he had been with his right. By the time his right hand has healed, he began to train with the sword as well as study, so much that his days became nearly twenty hours long, and he slept very little.
His mother in turn became worried about this, and she began to take a little time out from his studies each day to teach Tuin the art of meditation. As such, the young boy became very adept at patience and learning, but at the same time he began to be educated by his father in the way of hurting and killing things.
He graduated from school young, at only fifteen, due to his extremely gifted intelligence, and he joined a university and began to study many different things. The main reason he did this is because his father and mother both wanted different career paths for the boy, and Tuin was doing his best to put off making an irreversable choice. He did, however, keep up his sword-play, much to his mother's disapproval.
At university, he became friends with a young woman of the same age as he, who was named Laedi, who had much the same background as he, and they soon became enamoured and eventually lovers. Tuin's parents approved of Laedi, and they strongly encouraged their son to marry her. Tuin, by the age of twenty, had been with Laedi for four years and finally decided to propose to her. At the time, he and Laedi had been studying theology and philosophy and it was in front of his last class of his twentieth year that Tuin proposed.
It was here, that Tuin's life changed.
Laedi, embarrased by such a public display of affection, asked Tuin to a private room so that they could talk. Tuin, hoping for the best, went with her, and they sat down in a private tutor room and hoped that the love of his life would say "yes".
"Tuin," Laedi had said when they were settled, "I'm afraid, I cannot marry you."
"Why not?" Tuin had exclaimed in shock, wondering what he had done wrong, "if its me, I can change. I love you Lae-"
"No no no!" she cried, wringing her hands, "it is not you, it's me. I..." here she stopped and stared away from Tuin before continuing, "I... am having an affair with Ari."
Tuin was stunned. Ari was the name of a boy who Tuin had initially tried to befriend, only to find Ari cruel and arrogant, the school's "player" and bully. Tuin and he despised each other, not made less by the fact that Ari made no disguise for his lust for Laedi.
"Why?" was all Tuin could ask in a dead voice, "why Ari? Why him?"
"I love him-" was all Laedi had been able to say, before Tuin stormed from the room, looking for Ari.
He found him out at the training court, a place where Tuin had defeated Ari with practise swords many times, and he demanded to fight Ari there and then, with real swords. Ari had laughed and agreed, drawing his sword instantly and attacking Tuin before he was ready, leaving Tuin's trademark scar down his right eye.
Tuin, seeing red, drew his functional yet well-made sword and attacked back, brutally destroying Ari over a course of an hour, wounding and debilitating him systematically, until he finall stood over Ari, blood coursing down his face and with the point of his sword against Ari's neck.
"Any last words?" he had spat at the man, eyes glittering with hatred and purpose.
"Tuin, NO!"
Tuin had turned, sword coming up, and impaling Laedi on it, who had cried herself dry, then come to intervene in the fight.
The look on Laedi's face as she was impaled, was one of sorrow and sadness.
"I am sorry." was all she said, before her life left her.
It was at that point, that Tuin had run, leaving the university and making his way into the wilderness, evading all search parties and making his way to a cave he had discovered as a small boy, but had never searched.
Making his way inside, he found the light very dark, too dark for mid-afternoon, even in a cave, and he eventually found himself in a small grotto, the light here glowing with a dull red.
On a small rock, stuck in blade-first, was a blade. This blade was curved slightly, and was a shining black colour, with a white manji crossguard and a white star on the end of the black hilt. Intrigued, Tuin walked over and, on a whim, grabbed the handle.
The power that racked Tuin's body then was immense, making the man jerk and flail with his limbs, before going limp, hand still tightly gripping the handle.
Upon waking, Tuin found himself lying on the floor of the cave, blade lying in a sheath next to him. Looking at it, he saw a word, carved into the sheath in intricate silver writing. It said "Shusui". Tuin then decided that this blade had chosen him, and he grabbed it, and made his way out of the cave. An intesne wunderlust came over the man, and he made his way to his family home on the outskirts of Katorach.
His father and mother gasped upon seeing his face, for Tuin had always had bright blue eyes, but now, they were black and white, purely those colours, and one eye black, the other white. Tuin didn't know this yet, he could see fine, but upon seeing his face in a mirror, he had only grinned and touched the handle of Shusui, revelling in his new look. Not even the scar over his right eyes could detract from the fact, that he was now strong.
Gathering up his things, Tuin left his family home and began to travel, selling his skills with his blade to various benefactors who required it. He became known as the blood mercenary, as, in one fortuitous battle, he unveiled a power he had been unaware of, and blasted a whole unit of enemy soldiers to ruins with his sword.
Tuin felt exhausted afterwards, but elated, as he had finally found his true power.
For years he wandered the world, slaying and fighting for money, and he eventually grew to love it, but he remained quiet, never overly drawing attention to himself except on the battlefield.
When he heard about the King of Katorach taking a chance at storming the Mist Lands, he signed up eagerly, and transferred himself to North Fort, as now he could finally prove himself against enemies who would fight well.
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ORPG and RPB
Name – Tuin Emmail Yorou
Age – 31
Title – The Blood Mercenary
Height – 5'11"
Weight – 164lbs
Gender - Male
Race - Human (he believes)
-----Appearance-----
Tuin's eyes are strange, with the left one being pure white and the right one being pure black. He does not seem to have pupils, yet he can see perfectly, with 20:10 vision. His eyes are around medium size, and when he looks at you, they seem to stare right through you. His nose is a regular size, as is his mouth.
While he has no facial hair, the hair on the top of his head is black, very messy and medium-length, falling about half-way down his ears and over his eyes. It is actually quite wavy when he takes the time to comb it or whatever, but he never does. However, it is not very knotted.
He has a slightly tanned skin all over his body, mainly because he has worked outdoors most of his life. He has muscles, but not overly so, and he is around medium-build. However, his build belies his true strength.
Tuin only has one scar, an long vertical shape crossing over his right eye, that he picked up in a fight many years ago. He has a few tattoos however, with a black tribal circlet around his left wrist and a small blood-droplet on the inside of his right ankle.
------Attire------
Tuin's attire reflects his personality, very subdued and stealthy, but with a chance to strike out and do something crazy.
As such, his boots are a plain dark brown leather, very ordinary, but with dull red soles. He has long dark-gray pants that are perfect for combat and extended periods of action, and are held up by a black belt with an intricate silver inlay on the belt, and three utility pouches of dark-brown leather clipped to the belt. One pouch holds emergency food, the next holds basic medical-supplies and the last has a collection of things that are useful at nearly any times.
His shirt is long-sleeved and very dark gray, verging on black, and looks plain. It has strings on the sleeves, so they can be drawn upwards to short-sleeves. He has a dark green and brown overcoat that he wears over it, with over twenty concealed pockets on the inside of it. It seems to meld with the environment and covers him from shoulders to ankles, and it has a hood.
He also has a more fancy coat that he wears when needed. These coats are black with silver inlay and have silver lace at the cuffs and edges. This coat he rarely wears. He wears black, fingerless gloves too, as his hands are rough and calloused.
------Personality------
Generally a quiet, unassuming kind of guy, he has an occaisional tendency to just unleash a random act or behaviour that no-one expects. He shows little to no fear, as he views the world with a profoundly cynical nature and always sees the darker side of things. He also has a very odd sense of humour and is called a freak because of it very often.
He is extremely intelligent however, and is constantly on the lookout for links between seemingly inconsequential things. He loves to fight, and views any fight in which he loses, but not dies, as a waste. He will sometimes purposefully injure himself to prolong a fight.
First Impression - Most people almost seem to ignore Tuin, as he doesn't usually draw attention to himself. As such, they overlook him, which is a mistake, as he then does something that throws them off guard, giving him an advantage. He is also ambidextrous.
------Strengths------
Tuin is very fast, his speed is his greatest weapon, and as such, in fights, he strikes quickly and precisely, eliminating enemies before they can strike back. He is also extremely intelligent, and he uses that to full advantage. He is also extremely skilled with his weapons, and does not tire easily in battle.
------Weaknesses------
His main weakness is that once he starts a fight, he will rarely if ever back down, fighting to the death wouldn't be an inconvenience to him. As such, he sometimes loses his head in fights, and keeps on going, often against immeasureable odds.
------Weapons------
Tuin has a large variety of knives, most of them small and concealable and hidden in his camouflage cloak. However, he also has a four-foot long curved blade (a katana) that he wears over his back, with the hilt poking up over his right shoulder. The blade is named "Shusui" and is made of a dark metal, and seems to crackle when swung. The crossguard is in the shape of a manji symbol and is white. The hilt itself is a dark gray, and has a white star on the bottom, used for storing energy. This energy can be called upon at any time to aid Tuin. Tuin stores energy by entering into a meditative state and then piercing himself with his blade; the amount of time he spends with the blade piercing him, the more energy he uses up and puts into the blade. Tuin can do this multiple times but the total amount of energy stored is only as much as Tuin has at his very peak. The blade had an odd green tinge when it is at the maximum energy capacity.
------Armor------
Tuin's only armour consists of his own clothing, as he is fast enough that he can dodge most attacks. He views armour as an unnecessary thing, as it would slow him down.
------Magic------
Tuin's magical abilities are very odd and it is because of them that he gained his title as the "Blood Mercenary". Initially, Tuin is completely unable to use magic, but his sword is a conduit for it, and it becomes available as he slays enemies. The more blood he sheds, the more power he gains, and as he gains power, his eyes change colour, both of them changing from their respective black and white, to red. The more enemies he slays, the darker the red in his eyes.
He is not sure how he managed to obtain these powers, but he thinks it stems from when he found his blade, as the blade is the conduit of his powers. He can only unleash his powers via commands as well, and needs to learn the commands to use the powers.
His powers all weaken him slightly, but the amount they weaken him is lessened the more enemies he slays. For example, if Tuin has slain three enemies and uses Blast, he is weakened as though he had run as fast as he could for a kilometre, but if he slays six enemies, it as though he had run half that, and increasing/decreasing in increments of three (i.e. nine enemies = 1/4 of a kilometre).
However, Tuin rarely uses his magic, as he prefers to keep his energy for fighting properly, blade-to-blade/beast etc.
He currently has four powers that he has discovered. These are;
Blast - This is a simple blast of red energy that is unleashed from Tuin's blade. It takes the form of a burst of energy, like a fireball, with a range of twenty metres. It is used with the command "Ainaka" and is only useable once Tuin has slain three or more enemies. A small amount of energy is sapped.
Lance - A more advanced blast of red energy, this is different to Blast, as it has a much longer range (fifty metres) but takes the form of a long, lance of energy, giving it its name. It is used via the command "Hior" and uses up about double the amount of energy as Blast. It is only useable once eight or more enemies are dead.
Shield - This is a strange power that Tuin accidentally found out one battle, and is basically a full-body force field, that covers Tuin's entire body for three-to-five seconds. It is activated by the command "Myera" and is extremely draining, reducing Tuin's remaining energy by nearly half, regardless of the amount of energy he has left (it adjusts depending on his current energy amount). It can only be used upon the death of fifteen or more enemies, and the shield is blood-red and looks like mist.
Call Forth - Used through the command "Leil Ay Lere"; this simply calls forth and bestows all the power that Tuin has stored in his sword on him, resulting in an energy boost of varying degrees.
------Skills------
Due to his extensively studious background, Tuin has advanced reading, writing, mathematical and theological abilities. He is also very proficient with his blades.
------History------
Born to a general father and scholar mother, Tuin quickly became interested in the way that the world worked and as such, he studied extensively at school in his younger years, to the exclusion that he mader no friends until he was nearly thirteen. His father took note of this, and worried, and decided to introduce young Tuin to the art of the sword, so that he would be forced to interact with others. Tuin took a while to warm up to the idea of the sword, and initially neglected it to his other studies, until one day he was sorely beaten by one boy in a training match, breaking Tuin's right hand, his writing hand.
Tuin was therefore unable to study properly, and began to use his left hand, to the point where he was as dextrous with his left hand as he had been with his right. By the time his right hand has healed, he began to train with the sword as well as study, so much that his days became nearly twenty hours long, and he slept very little.
His mother in turn became worried about this, and she began to take a little time out from his studies each day to teach Tuin the art of meditation. As such, the young boy became very adept at patience and learning, but at the same time he began to be educated by his father in the way of hurting and killing things.
He graduated from school young, at only fifteen, due to his extremely gifted intelligence, and he joined a university and began to study many different things. The main reason he did this is because his father and mother both wanted different career paths for the boy, and Tuin was doing his best to put off making an irreversable choice. He did, however, keep up his sword-play, much to his mother's disapproval.
At university, he became friends with a young woman of the same age as he, who was named Laedi, who had much the same background as he, and they soon became enamoured and eventually lovers. Tuin's parents approved of Laedi, and they strongly encouraged their son to marry her. Tuin, by the age of twenty, had been with Laedi for four years and finally decided to propose to her. At the time, he and Laedi had been studying theology and philosophy and it was in front of his last class of his twentieth year that Tuin proposed.
It was here, that Tuin's life changed.
Laedi, embarrased by such a public display of affection, asked Tuin to a private room so that they could talk. Tuin, hoping for the best, went with her, and they sat down in a private tutor room and hoped that the love of his life would say "yes".
"Tuin," Laedi had said when they were settled, "I'm afraid, I cannot marry you."
"Why not?" Tuin had exclaimed in shock, wondering what he had done wrong, "if its me, I can change. I love you Lae-"
"No no no!" she cried, wringing her hands, "it is not you, it's me. I..." here she stopped and stared away from Tuin before continuing, "I... am having an affair with Ari."
Tuin was stunned. Ari was the name of a boy who Tuin had initially tried to befriend, only to find Ari cruel and arrogant, the school's "player" and bully. Tuin and he despised each other, not made less by the fact that Ari made no disguise for his lust for Laedi.
"Why?" was all Tuin could ask in a dead voice, "why Ari? Why him?"
"I love him-" was all Laedi had been able to say, before Tuin stormed from the room, looking for Ari.
He found him out at the training court, a place where Tuin had defeated Ari with practise swords many times, and he demanded to fight Ari there and then, with real swords. Ari had laughed and agreed, drawing his sword instantly and attacking Tuin before he was ready, leaving Tuin's trademark scar down his right eye.
Tuin, seeing red, drew his functional yet well-made sword and attacked back, brutally destroying Ari over a course of an hour, wounding and debilitating him systematically, until he finall stood over Ari, blood coursing down his face and with the point of his sword against Ari's neck.
"Any last words?" he had spat at the man, eyes glittering with hatred and purpose.
"Tuin, NO!"
Tuin had turned, sword coming up, and impaling Laedi on it, who had cried herself dry, then come to intervene in the fight.
The look on Laedi's face as she was impaled, was one of sorrow and sadness.
"I am sorry." was all she said, before her life left her.
It was at that point, that Tuin had run, leaving the university and making his way into the wilderness, evading all search parties and making his way to a cave he had discovered as a small boy, but had never searched.
Making his way inside, he found the light very dark, too dark for mid-afternoon, even in a cave, and he eventually found himself in a small grotto, the light here glowing with a dull red.
On a small rock, stuck in blade-first, was a blade. This blade was curved slightly, and was a shining black colour, with a white manji crossguard and a white star on the end of the black hilt. Intrigued, Tuin walked over and, on a whim, grabbed the handle.
The power that racked Tuin's body then was immense, making the man jerk and flail with his limbs, before going limp, hand still tightly gripping the handle.
Upon waking, Tuin found himself lying on the floor of the cave, blade lying in a sheath next to him. Looking at it, he saw a word, carved into the sheath in intricate silver writing. It said "Shusui". Tuin then decided that this blade had chosen him, and he grabbed it, and made his way out of the cave. An intesne wunderlust came over the man, and he made his way to his family home on the outskirts of Katorach.
His father and mother gasped upon seeing his face, for Tuin had always had bright blue eyes, but now, they were black and white, purely those colours, and one eye black, the other white. Tuin didn't know this yet, he could see fine, but upon seeing his face in a mirror, he had only grinned and touched the handle of Shusui, revelling in his new look. Not even the scar over his right eyes could detract from the fact, that he was now strong.
Gathering up his things, Tuin left his family home and began to travel, selling his skills with his blade to various benefactors who required it. He became known as the blood mercenary, as, in one fortuitous battle, he unveiled a power he had been unaware of, and blasted a whole unit of enemy soldiers to ruins with his sword.
Tuin felt exhausted afterwards, but elated, as he had finally found his true power.
For years he wandered the world, slaying and fighting for money, and he eventually grew to love it, but he remained quiet, never overly drawing attention to himself except on the battlefield.
When he heard about the King of Katorach taking a chance at storming the Mist Lands, he signed up eagerly, and transferred himself to North Fort, as now he could finally prove himself against enemies who would fight well.
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