Name: Kenzaburo Mortengram
Race: Quincy
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is 20 years old, he doesn't care much about the clothes he wears, he usually just grabs the first thing he sees. He wears glasses even though he has perfect sight, he does this to appear more intelligent.
Personality:
He is well something of a party boy. He loves his beer, but has an extremely high tolerance to alcohol. Kenzaburo isn't a very humble person either. If he got the chance to beat somebody at something he would defintely do his best to win. Kenzaburo is very cocky in unserious situations. When things get serious Kenzaburo loses that cockyness and simply tries to survive. While at parties he is always the center of attention and loves a crowd. Although it doesn't seem like it Kenzaburo does look before he leaps. Kenzaburo every year on Febuary 22 trains for the entire day he hates thinking about lost friends, and family. So far Kenzaburo has learned many things on this day two moves he has learned to use are simply Quincy "tricks" he learned how to Hirenkyaku which is just the Quincy's way to shunpo and the past two years he mastered RansÅtengai.
Background/History:
Kenzaburo was born in a small village and didn't grow up with electricity. He was always a gentle being. At the age of five he underwent Quincy training with his father. He was rather sad. He thought he was different and indeed he was. And he didn't like it one bit. But Kenzaburo was great at the bow and arrow. He was a natural born Quincy. At the age of seven he saw changed within the world. Such as hollows appearing and disappearing. At the age of eight his father died of a heart disease and he was left with his mother. Who later died once he was 10. At the age of 12 Kenzaburo set out to see what else his life could have instore for him. At the age of 14 he began to kill hollows because he thought the hollows were the true reason of his fathers and mothers death. Not a damn heart disease.
Within the mid ages of 14 he noticed changes within his body. He felt stronger. He returned back to his village after that and once there he found that his village was gone. Not truely gone. But rather destroyed. Kenzaburo only looked at the mayhem and walked along the way. He saw his old house. He rushed into it just to see a small box. It was white really. Kenzaburo took the box but couldn't open it. (This is where my glove is stored. Since I didn't register one yet I shall not say I have it on or anything like that) Kenzaburo carried the box in his hands as he walked backwards out of the house. One thing went through his mind. "What happened...?" He went down to his knees and allowed the dirt and soil to stain on his pants. He got back up and felt a slight burning in his heart, His breathing became raged. He couldn't move. He fell to the ground.
Three weeks later. Kenzaburo woke up in a small bed. He saw nothing more around him. He was in a rather dull room. He wore the same thing he wore when he fell to the ground back in his village. He got off the bed and noticed a small calendar next to him. He looked at it and noticed the time. He stretched and looked around. Now where was he? He didn't know but the room seemed to close in. Maybe Kenzaburo only imagined it. He sighed and walked around in circles until the room door opened. But Kenzaburo didn't see that there before. Yet no one walked through it. He walked towards the door and looked outside. Grass...flowers...trees....
Kenzaburo took his first step into the land and he didn't know where he was. He began to travel for maybe two months. Eating animals in the wind. Killing with simple tools. He stopped by a rather small tree. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? The tree became a box...He picked it up and ran off. After maybe two too three hours he saw roads. Cars. TVs. He was in the city. Kenzaburo sighed. He looked like a crazy wreck. He held on to the box like it was his life. He walked across the roads and into shops and such. He got used to this type of machinery. He thought he could make a new life here.
Rp sample: The sun was rising as Kenzaburo opened the doors of his new home in Japan. The air smelt of dandelions, there was a light mist in the air Shamus liked to call it "Morning Fog". Kenzaburo has always waited for this chance. A chance to visit his home Ireland. Kenzaburo woke up at 7:30 A.M. and drove to the Airport he parked in the B Lot. Before opening the car door on his White 2002 Honda Civic he took a deep breath, his chest moved in sync with his breath. He opened the door and walked towards the B Enterance. Something around made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up "I'll ignore it 'til it comes my way" mumbled Kenzaburo scoping out the area for anything unusual. He entered the Airport and walked into line, behind a large husky man with a chubby face, and large black rimmed glasses. As the line shortened Kenzaburo noticed that the metal detector seemed to be defective, because the man who just walked through was wearing a metal belt buckle. Kenzaburo ignored it for now, It was his turn to be frisked and x-rayed it seemed very standard and Kenzaburo checked out clean and so did his luggage. Kenzaburo went and got his ticket from one of the women in the Airport and she gave him a look that Kenzaburo wasn't new to. He returned the look with a stern face that gave the message "Not right now".
Kenzaburo's flight was called and he walked into the plane it may have been obvious to Kenzaburo but the flight Marshall was sitting in the back of coach in the far right section. Noone else seemed to notice but Kenzaburo did'nt seem to care he found his seat 24B. Suprisingly the man who was supposed to sit next to him hadn't come so Kenzaburo strecthed out. The plane was perparing for launch and "We are taking off please fasten your seatbelts" came from the intercom. Kenzaburo fastened his seatbelt and laid back. Once the plane was in the air Kenzaburo dozed off and fell asleep. Kenzaburo woke up to the noise of the plane descending. As the plane landed many people in the plane mumbled " Finally" or " Been long enough" . Kenzaburo unloaded his bag from the rack above his seat and walked off the plane with the crowd. "Feels good to be home" said Kenzaburo in a relieved voice
Fri Jul 24, 2009 5:38 am
