For every challenge you overcome, the journey itself does not get shorter, the path just becomes steeper. Before you know it however, you have climbed higher than you have ever thought possible.


Kai Landragoran Keiser, 18, Male


Personality:
If you were to put Kai in a tavern mixed with every race imaginable, he would respond to the situation the only way he knows how… A lot of drinks to brake the ice and some catchy show-toons! Kai loves the adventure of the chase, preferring to win others over through his own ability and boyish innocence.
Although, put him in the same situation, but this time lets say things go a little south. Then it’s a good thing the beer is cheap. Preferring actions over words, Ale over wine and having the chance to prove that they didn’t nickname him after dragons for nothing.

Weaknesses
Though he has the outward appearance of confidence and a Can Do attitude, just like caterpillars, there is more to meet the eye. His personality is more of a Fake It Till You Make It, look on life. Underneath, he is unsatisfied with his own abilities and constantly second guesses himself. He tries so hard for those around him, all in a vain attempt to satisfy the severe judgment he places on his own strength; this inner conflict tends to lead him on the most dangerous path possible.

History:

Born on December 22, Kai came from a family of merchants. His father and mother both sold bows and hunting equipment at the local market. The living was not one of luxury; although, it was never about the money. He also had an older brother, Kane; and a younger sister, Elestra. They were both extraordinarily talented, each in there own way. Elestra was born with a psionic aptitude far exceeding any member of the family for generations. Kane, though he had partial training, was already on the fast track to becoming one of the empires brightest wizard prospects. Both of his siblings were on a path to prestige and fame, one would never have guessed they came from such a low standing. His parents were so proud of them, they would boast to the entire town about they’re achievements. However, Kai was not so fortunate.
Kai was not such a wretch that he would despise his sibling’s success; on the contrary, he loved his siblings as much as he always had. At the age of ten however, there did stem disappointment when the realization dawned on the family that he had no aptitude of his own. He was as average a human as the next guy. Although a little jarring, he refused to let this slow him down. Kai was not the kind of person to let others down, regardless of the circumstance. He simply had to find his own path. This was the spark that set off his journey, a path that would lead him to Goru.
A wondering wise man with a fist of iron and chest of steel, Goru was a mountain of a man who knew exactly how to throw his weight around. After wandering through Kai’s village, the two met after an incident involving a few village girls and a gust of wind. After both had run far beyond the edge of town they struck a conversation. Kai soon found that this man’s looks were not merely for show. A few failed attempts later and Goru agreed to train Kai, for his conviction and (rather annoying) persistence. He left that night with his bags packed, leaving only a note that read “I’ll be back soon-Kai”.
For the next three years Kai trained under the teachings of Goru. Day and night he worked hard, training both his muscles and his mind for the sake of martial arts. His master’s teachings were harsh; ranging from high altitude endurance training, while carrying his body weight in rocks, to swimming in a lake full of dire sharks and trying his best not to end his journey shorter then expected. On his birthday of the third year, Goru decided to throw him into a fighting ring.
His adventure in the fighting ring was, well, a disaster. For six months Kai couldn’t so much as scratch his opponent. He was doing everything in his power to simply stay standing by the time the final bell rang. The losses during this time were starting to affect him emotionally and mentally. Doubt plagued him, the image of him watching his opponent’s hand getting raised burned itself into his memory. Goru never consoled him, not once did he slip up in his steel persona during Kai’s time in the ring. He knew why, he knew exactly why Goru would never comfort him now (however badly he yearned for it after each fight). He had to find his own way, to trust in his own power and overcome the challenge that lay before him.
Some days felt like months, yet some months felt like days. He spent so much time in the ring he had forgotten how much time had passed. His drive to become stronger, and overcome, was insatiable. Training was held every morning and fights were held every night. He had not won a fight, he wasn’t strong enough, not yet. With each fight, Kai saw himself grow a little faster, a little more patient. He watched as his punches hit a little harder, his motions felt more natural, and his movements more accurate. Then the day finally came, his last fight was upon him.
That morning, Goru told him that if he lost one more fight he would be sent back home. Anxiety hit him like a tidal-wave; he spent most of the day in the bathroom trying to calm his nerves. He didn’t leave until the final moments before the match. Finally, it was time to prove something, to show himself what he could really do. He stepped into the ring and sat on the stool in his corner, staring at his hands while sweat dripped down his face.
Suddenly a flash of yellow bright light hit him, his body relaxed as a warm feeling flooded him. “The hell was that?” he thought, just as the announcer began his pre-match speech.
Kai’s opponent was fast, faster than he was. He was barely dodging the flurry of kicks the man was producing. The first round ended with Kai down ten points, he needed to be on the offensive. The bell rang and he sprang into action, delivering his own kicks before switching to hooks and elbows. His opponent seemed to be out of his depth when it came to close combat but he was no amateur either, with a feint to the left Kai caught a right knee to the chest, which sent him staggering backward. Suddenly, the flurry of kicks resumed and Kai was back on the defensive, but this time was different, the hit had dazed him and left him breathless. With his vision blurred, he caught a heel to his ribcage and felt a sudden snap as it broke. As Kai reeled in pain, his opponent delivered a spinning side kick to his head. Kai tried to duck, but he was too slow, the man’s shin clipped the edge of his head. The force of the kick sent his head spinning, he could hardly stand. Although it only grazed him, Kai fell to his knees and vomited over the edge of the ring.
Then, the spark of light appeared again but this time it was more intense. He barely had time to cover his eyes before; once again, it was gone. The warm fuzzy feeling had returned, his mind cleared, then suddenly a women’s voice sang in his head, “Boy of challenge and strife, rise above the tide and reach the land for which was promised to you.” Then it vanished. He attempted to stand, using the rope around the ring for assistance to climb to his feet. The pain was still present, but it was now a distant feeling. He felt as though he was in a bubble that was being pounded by a waterfall. No sooner did the announcer resume the match, than did the flurry of kicks return. This time, Kai noticed a subtle change in motions. Before, he was dodging and blocking his opponent through instinct, relying on his training to predict where the next attack would hit. Now, however, he could actually see the motions of his attacker. The deep yet controlled breathing; the joints moving effortlessly as he switched from one foot to the other; that he leaned farther with his right kick than his left; how his balance shifted farther backward when he used his right leg. Using this knowledge, Kai waited patiently for the next right kick, then slid past his opponent and moved in to strike! Delivering a right hook to the man’s pelvis before he could recover, he heard a loud crack as his opponent’s leg went limp. The man attempted to assume a defensive stance, but he was too slow, Kai was already mid-attack as he spun and delivered a left handed back swing. It connected with the man’s temple, causing him to drop his guard long enough for Kai to raise his leg and deliver a kick straight up, connecting with his jaw. The man fell in slow motion, the crowd was stuck in silent awe before erupting into hysteric screams and cheering, applause flooded the fighting grounds. As the match came to a close, so did the feeling that had come over Kai, causing him to collapse in pain and exhaustion. Goru rushed to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder,
“Goru I saw a-“
“I am aware,” he told his pupil proudly as a toothy grin spread across his face,
“I knew you were the one.”
“The one what?” Kai’s head was starting to spin once more and his vision began to blur.
“The gods have big plans for you my boy, big plans.” Was all Kai heard before darkness took over him.
Not long after that, Goru and Kai went their separate ways. Although Kai protested heavily, Goru said he had taught him everything he could, that Kai now had to continue growing, and learn on his own, in his own way. Kai couldn’t comprehend that he had reached a level that was out of Goru’s ability. There had to be another reason, maybe he had done something wrong, disappointing Goru in some way. The pride of his first victory in the ring was quickly drowned out by the thought that, out of thousands, this was his only win, that perhaps this was why Goru was abandoning him.
He remained in the fight ring long after Goru had left him. He was lost, with no real destination to go. He couldn't go back to his home, not yet anyway. He had to become something his family could be proud of, that he could be proud of. The voice and light never came to him during this time, Kai started to believe it was just a hallucination; A hallucination that was brought on by loss of blood and brain damage. By the time he left town to search for his own way, Kai had won a total of twelve matches out of eleven hundred and thirteen. It was not the amount of victories that earned him the name “Keiser,” it was his tenacity, steel will, and ability to get up- no matter how many times he was knocked down- that garnered their respect.

Inventory:

4 silver
1 Quarter staff
5 shuriken
2 days rations
1 bedroll
1 torch

Abilties

Martial Prowess: An adept understanding off multiple forms of martial arts, including Taekwondo, Boxing, Wrestling, Street fighting, Judo, Muay Thai, Karate, and Kenpo
Iron Will: An over average ability to resist mind effecting abilities. These would include, Fear, Mind-Control, Illusions and charms.
Furry Of Blows: The ability to gather energy and release it in a sudden burst of speed. This speed is directed through punching or kicking faster than the average human.
Divine Inspiration: At a random moment in a time of great struggle, His body becomes numb with power. His movement speed, strength and stamina increase exponentially for a short period of time. The after-effect of this ability leaves him weak and only allows non-extraneous actions or fall unconscious.