• Namimori Town • Namimori High Cultural Festival @Suku
Aleksandr Minamoto had had something of a patience-trying day so far. It seemed as though a festival brought out the worst in various people. Whether it was the delinquents who tried to vandalize quieter parts of the school while the attention was on the event, or thugs trying to continuing their extortion of business and even students who ran booths that could earn any money. He couldn't stand to see the hard work and effort of his peers be trampled by people who couldn't comprehend the pseudo-arms race that had been started among the school and had lasted for years, even to the present day. He had the members of the disciplinary committee constantly patrolling the school grounds. He didn't have a heavy concentration on the festival area itself though, which may have seemed odd. He'd taken to personally patrolling the main event himself with a few others spread throughout in order to make sure the campus in its entirety was well guarded and secured.
"Another downside to being in this position is being unable to properly enjoy the festival at its peak." He spoke to himself as he strolled through the crowd. Honestly, the only thing that could bother him more right now that all the idiocy he'd had to deal with was if he'd had to deal with Akira Komaeda's nagging. He would wholeheartedly admit that their butting heads and stopping some of Komaeda's more extreme shows of power and plans was fun, but today he couldn't be bothered. Already he'd had to forcefully remove a number of individuals from the festival grounds and he was expecting that to change. At least, when they experienced a lull he could take a break and hang out... At least, that's what he'd say. The truth was, the job of the Student Disciplinary Committee was essentially full time. Especially if you were it's leader.
Still, any off time would have been relished, which was partially why he looked forward to hanging out with his best friend. Ienari was not, by any scale of measure, the most willing to put work and activity before lazing about. That's probably why he was so sure he could count on him to give them both an excuse to relax a bit. That is until he received the Sawada boy's text. "Of course," he sighed. He couldn't blame him. It was understandable. They both had things to do.
We've both got a lot on our platrs Plares* Plates**
He facepalmed at the mistakes in his writing, accentuating the messages with an sticker, much like Ienari's. However, Alek's was a anime-styled dog with his eyes shut, a nervous smile and a drop of sweat at his forehead.
"I suppose I'll have to find another way to de-stress and entertain myself." He said with a small laugh to another Student Disciplinary member he had been walking with. "Do make sure you take a break as well Mirio." He said to the young man with a smile before his eyes shot up in the direction of another booth. He saw it as it began. It was almost in slow motion. Some guy grabbed a hold of another students purse. She'd just placed it down. He began to run. Mirio began to run as well. Aleksandr, however, reach back into his pocket. He grabbed a small weight, only about 1.15kg (a little over 2.5lbs), and threw it with extreme accuracy. It flew quickly into the the back of the knee of the perpetrator causing him to promptly drop to one knee on the ground.
"I got him!" Mirio shout as he took it upon himself to tackle the man.
Aleksandr winced at the display. "Sorry about that." He spoke to the young lady. "This festival brings out the best and worst of us all." He smiled as Mirio brought the young lady he bag. The perpetrator was being escorted off campus by other members of the committee. That's when Alek caught another girl in the corner of his eye. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Mirio-kun will take care of anything else you might need." And with that, Alek was on his way moving towards the, somewhat out of place, girl he'd recognized.
"Curtiss-San? I didn't know you'd be attending the festival as well." He said once he was close enough to her. "How have you been holding up?"
Wafer D. Kite - Preparations complete. Kite's renewed resolve!
Kite had spent much of his time trying to follow the events of each contest. He'd been so caught up in the eccentricities of each participant and the amazing abilities he'd witnessed that he could barely bring himself to engage with others. Watching, he couldn't help but wonder if he was even worthy of being in the presence of such amazing people. Caesar, Slick, Bonesword, even the members of Runch's crew were beyond amazing in there own right. Seeing the skill of the drunken master of a doctor and the power of the lion man left him in awe. How would he fair if he were to have to fight them. He had strength for sure from all the time he'd spent working on ships. He had skills, of course, from his time as a ship captain and all he'd studied in preparation for his time on the open seas. But even so, could he truly measure up.
Kite glanced back and around at the members of his crew, his new family. Lilliana, Feya, Captain Boone and himself were all that were left for the remaining competitions. He took a deep breath. It was probably best that they save the best for last. He would take up the next challenge. He had to show that he could step up should the need arrive. He wanted to prove his worth as more than a tag along into the wild world that was the Grand Line.
"Football, huh?" He asked as he stood up from the seat he'd taken at some point throughout the matches. "I'll give it a shot." He'd played when he was young, and a bit with his old crew here and there for fun, though using a cannon ball would be difficult. Still, he was a strong and nothing if not prepared to put his body on the line for the crew he'd joined. Was he nervous? Why wouldn't he be? He shook the nerves from his body and began to walk to the established arena. The worst that could happen was he would lose. But he wasn't planning on that, so there was no reason to worry over such things. He would win. No matter what, he would win.
"I can already tell you're a tough guy." He grinned as he came to a stop face to face with Pike. "Anything else I should know before we get this game underway?" He asked as he cracked his knuckles.
• Namimori Town • {We should think of a date} @Jakeozzy
With the battle complete Mamoru was left with an accomplished goal and fading power. It wasn't until the effects of Dying Will Mode wore off that his face began to glow a shade of red rivaling the inner like of his hoodie. "Oh shi... Um... I... I'm so... I don't..." He began to immediately stumble over his words in an attempt to apologize as he turned away to look for Ringo's bag. "I didn't mean... I didn't think..." The young mafioso began to shuffle around like a chicken without its head until finally he tripped over the bag in question.
"H-here!" He finally shouted as he slid the bag across the floor to her and turn to face the wall. He was breathing heavily, still internally freaking out. But other thoughts popped into his head (not like that). She should have been prepared for battle at a moment's notice. She should always have clothes that wouldn't burn off when introduced to the Dying Will energy. She'd really been slacking in her preparation and probably more so in his basic Mafioso training. It was upsetting to say the least. She had one of the largest, most powerful Mafia families to care for and nurture. Even if it wasn't ideal, even if it wasn't normal, they'd talked about this, dreamed about it even, since they were younger.
Mamoru almost turned to glance at her, but remembered the situation and calmed his nerves. That would just be more embarrassment. For both of them.
"Bastards!" Hakuryu shouted as he continued his charge forward. Prelati wouldn't be easy to get to. He might have hated this kind of a battle of attrition. He'd much rather go head to head. "Hide behind these piles of junk all you want!" He shouted as he drove a powerful kick into side of a knight that attempted to get in his way. Even so, another row of them came to him. "We'll get you either way!" He growled a hint of aggression growing in his voice. He stared down the row of knights and cracked his knuckles. This was the perfect opportunity to give it a shot.
First Stance: Basaltic Fist. Hakuryu took a breath, his eyes closed. He could feel an attack coming at him from one of the knights before him. Then, his eyes snapped open. He stepped forward his left arm extended partway, bent at the elbow the palm side of his fist facing upward a he pivoted his body. He turned at the waist thrusting his right fist forward to deliver a powerful punch to the chest plate of the armor, interrupting his enemy's attack. Second Stance: Phoenix Kick. He continue forward. Hakuryu had shifted his weight onto his left leg, lifting his right only to bring it down before him. He kicked the ground, the force creating a powerful shockwave. The knight before him was surrounded by the wave that rose upward from the ground. The knight was a bit too large to be lifted off the ground, which might have happened with a lesser being, but it was still rocked off balance. And so, Hakuryu pressed forward.
A few knights came at him as he continued his assault. They would attack all at once. He needed to be very careful as he moved on. Third Stance: White Tiger's Dance. He began with a punch, transitioning into a high kick, lean back, dodge, right punch, forward, twist and left kick, chop with the right, left hook, forward, right low kick, right upper kick, left body, right punch to bring them down.
The teens movements lulled for a moment as he prepared for the next stance. He didn't have much time, but he could do this. He practiced often. And even though he had been accumulating damage, cuts and bruises here and there, he wasn't about to back down now. Fourth Stance. With the first three forms he'd created the flow of air. He had to take control of it. The young man moved to manipulate it as he'd been taught, as he'd seen his master do on multiple occasions. Blue Dragon's... He swallowed, moving to drive the "dragon" forward in the direction of his mental opponent. Storm! The flow of air, the beast he'd created, became something of a driving force. It "ate" through the series of armors standing in his wake as it moved towards Prelati. It was powerful, though not as powerful as when his master performed it. He still had a long way to go. Even so, it was impressive to watch as it hurdled towards his target.
With any luck it would hit her and end this mission, but it was possible a large enough armor would stop it. That wouldn't stop the wanton destruction it caused throughout the library. He was sure it wouldn't hurt Auriola and Dimitri. But even so, normally, Hakuryu shouldn't have, and wouldn't have taken that risk. He was acting strange. It had been happening occasionally whenever in the middle of a spar or battle. His aggression rose and he became more reckless, more ruthless. He didn't seem to notice on average though and he was back to normal almost immediately. It was something that might warrant investigation if anybody noticed.
Wafer D. Kite - An unhealthy body and an unhealthy mind! Kite's wavering nerves!
Kite had followed each match closely. From the unexpected defeat of Caesar, to the morale boosting victory of Slick. He'd studied each player. The mink, the oil man, the vector woman. He was intent on learning all he could. And why wouldn't he have been?! THEY WERE ALL SO DAMN COOL!! Things he'd never seen, things he'd never dreamed of seeing. He loved it so much. Well, maybe he didn't like the part where his crew mates got hurt. But the rest of it was great! Especially if it didn't end in the destruction of his newfound home among the Red Rum Pirates. He would have hoped to build his own ship for them to sail at some point, but right now, the Rum Runner was theirs.
Still, something of a foreboding thought sneaked its way into the ship sailing the waves of his mind. What if he lost? As it were, his time on the Rum Runner was short. Not long had passed since their battle with Krabbe and his crew. On top of that, he'd already been through quite an ordeal as his prisoner. That didn't include the time spent patching up and fixing the Rum Runner, along with the his lack of sleep, and the minimal time he'd spent relaxing. What if he couldn't win? He swallowed hard. No, that wasn't a good train of thought. If he left things like that, he would surely lose. Besides, a crew wasn't the individual. It was all of them. Even if he couldn't manage, he would just have to believe in the other members of the crew. He nodded, continuing to watch as things played out.
"So, what comes next?" He asked nobody in particular after a brief silence. "Will Bonesword fight next? I mean, we're not the only Pirates on in hot water here." He glanced at Runch and his crew. It wasn't just the Red Rums anymore was it. At least not while they were traveling together. Well shit. Guess they were all in hot water. Or... Hot milk in the case of the Cereal Man and his crew.
Kazuo is roughly 5'4" tall with a lean, but muscular physique. Contrary to what many would believe based on his quirk his body is not built like a tank. It is built compact, efficient muscle mass, strength and mobility. Most at a first glance probably wouldn't expect him to be a bit scrawnier at a first glance. This is because of his choice of clothing. It is typically form fitting, though a bit on the baggier side for comfort and mobility. His hair is dark brown, bordering black, and almost always worn in the same seemingly styled, unkempt manner. Pulling his look together is his eyes, which are a dulled yellow usually set to express and calm or bored demeanor even if he generally wears a smile and rarely a scowl.
Characterization
Competitive
Confident
Indulgent
Playful
Rebellious
Resolute
Snarky
Truthful
Personal History
Kazuo Mizushima was born into a family of three. He was loved, but that didn’t take away from his having to deal with something of an unbearable father.
It started with his sister, Hotaru Mizushima. She was on the fast track to becoming a hero despite their father’s, Shigeru Mizushima, wishes. Shigeru hated heroes. In his eyes they were a bunch of money hungry, fame crazed, showboats who thought they could do whatever they please under the guise of protecting the people. They worked around the rules, doing just enough not to get in trouble. And yet, the people idolized them. His mother, Honoka Mizushima, on the other hand, always instilled in their children the belief that whatever they did was fine so long as they were happy. It was likely because of their differing views and Shigeru’s stubbornness that he and Honoka came to be separated, though they have yet to divorce. So, in keeping with the beliefs of their mother, Hotaru was the first to follow her dream. She wanted to be a hero and she wanted to travel the world. Even now, she has found some success in America after completing her time in a university over there.
Kazuo on the other hand was left at the mercy of his father quickly after her departure from home. Shigeru was by no means a terrible man, nor was he a bad father per say. He was, however, extremely controlling and difficult to communicate with. The man would not budge on his thoughts, and though he had lost his daughter to the fantasy of being a hero, he would not lose his son. He began to train Kazuo. Combat, the law, and many other subjects were covered. In truth, Kazuo is who he is because of this. He could see there were things about his father’s way of thinking that were correct, but he refused to acknowledge that. His father had become an obstacle. That and his admiration for his sister, along with countless other heroes, drove him down the path he felt was right.
Kazuo became unsure of whether or not he could accomplish his goal, but whether or not that was the case, he figured at the very least he could use his dream as a form of rebellion. Even so, Shigeru refused to let go so easily. He convinced Kazuo to at least go to school in Sapporo. Ishin Academy was a prestigious school in it’s own right and that way he could at least be close to home. Besides, the chances of him entering U.A. were slim to none. Kazuo might have applied anyway, if not for his own doubts.
Character Development & Conceptualization
The goal behind Kazuo’s creation is to take a play around with some of the usual themes that make a hero and a shounen protagonist. Some of the basic tropes include dead parental figures, a never ending drive to become the best, and a lack of brain power in anything other than combat. Kazuo is a character who still has both of his parents, though they are separated. He respects and loves both of them, but for different reasons and to different degrees. They are both present in his life and influence his growth and the decisions he makes in different ways. He does have the drive to get better, but he does not suffer from the tunnel vision so many characters like him suffer from. His goals are not delegated to fulfill a single purpose. Additionally, he uses his mind as much as he can because of some of the adverse side effects that come with his power.
Still, Kazuo is torn in his life. His mother is supportive, but his father isn’t much a fan of heroes. He believes such work should be left to police and if they want to fight crime they should join the police. Because of this Kazuo wants to prove the worth of a hero to his father, but at the end of the day he just wants the man’s respect and an expression of pride. He is also afraid of his own strength, of his own emotion. He fears hurting somebody if he can’t control it properly, especially given the volatile nature of his quirk when faced with powerful emotion. Honestly, I think Kazuo has the making of a good character, even if he’s used more for support than as a front runner.
And I think playing him would be both fun and interesting. He has to change and move past his indecision and petty feelings. It’s simple growth in theory, but if I can manage to do it right he could be a good character to have around.
Abilities & Talents
Quirk Type
Mutation
Quirk Description
Kazuo’s power stems from his Internal Furnace which is a flame located within the abdominal area, somewhere around the stomach. As a result his core body temperature is higher than the average person’s, giving him heightened resistance to varying hot and cold temperatures, though this does not equate to immunity. It also imbues him with superhuman strength and heightened durability. At base level he can lift a small car, albeit it he does struggle a bit to do so, and take powerful blows and falls from heights of at least 5 stories with no real trouble. Kazuo’s strength and durability seem to grow exponentially, and to seemingly limitless heights, depending on his mental and physical state. Even so, this supposedly limitless strength comes with a price. The power is extremely difficult to control and furthermore seems to have a strong connection to the Kazuo’s mental state, which in turn brings about various side effects.
This quirk is a double edged sword. For example, Kazuo’s abilities may be amplified or weakened depending on his emotional state. The more determined, angry, happy, etc. he gets the stronger the flame burns. As the flame burns brighter and stronger the user's strength, and durability increases, but in addition to that, he also begins to grow hotter. His body will rise in temperature adding more power to his strikes and he may even experience abilities akin to pyrokinetics. Still, eventually his skin will become hot to the touch, and small bursts of flame will sprout along his body until eventually he is set ablaze in his entirety. The heat may go to his head making him dizzy or it may possibly even cause him to pass out.
Should he manage to keep conscious, Kazuo will be exposed to even worse dangers. The flame will continue to grow and will likely go out of control and "eat" him alive. On the other hand, even getting depressed or some other form of negative emotion will weaken the flame. In this case Kazuo may experience cold like symptoms, fevers, shivering, and fainting spells. Thus, he must remain in complete control, at least to a certain degree, at all times.
Other Talents & Attributes
Combat - Kazuo is a naturally gifted combatant and fights primarily while moving on instinct. That was likely why his father began training him to fight at such a young age. While he does not have the same resources as some individuals, being the son of a police officer, he did receive fairly good training from “the old man,” as he calls him, in Taiho Jutsu. However, he also attempted to branch out beyond the reach of his father's controlling hands. He incorporates Karate along with Savate into his fighting, although it should be stressed this is mostly self taught.
Cooking - Kazuo is a pretty good cook due to years of watching and helping his mom. Sometimes, however, the food he makes tends to take a turn from normal to spicy. He doesn’t usually notice this himself.
Law Enforcement Knowledge - Kazuo’s understanding of police procedure and the laws of his society helps him in various way. It is particular helpful in allowing him to bend the rules just enough not to break them.
Multilingual - Kazuo has learned to speak English and Spanish under the strict tutelage of private instructors hired by his father. It started off as a chore, but as he came to see the uses of it, he began to study more diligently for himself.
Kazuo is roughly 5'4" tall with a lean, but muscular physique. Contrary to what many would believe based on his quirk his body is not built like a tank. It is built compact, efficient muscle mass, strength and mobility. Most at a first glance probably wouldn't expect him to be a bit scrawnier at a first glance. This is because of his choice of clothing. It is typically form fitting, though a bit on the baggier side for comfort and mobility. His hair is dark brown, bordering black, and almost always worn in the same seemingly styled, unkempt manner. Pulling his look together is his eyes, which are a dulled yellow usually set to express and calm or bored demeanor even if he generally wears a smile and rarely a scowl.
Characterization
Competitive
Confident
Indulgent
Playful
Rebellious
Resolute
Snarky
Truthful
Personal History
Kazuo Mizushima was born into a family of three. He was loved, but that didn’t take away from his having to deal with something of an unbearable father.
It started with his sister, Hotaru Mizushima. She was on the fast track to becoming a hero despite their father’s, Shigeru Mizushima, wishes. Shigeru hated heroes. In his eyes they were a bunch of money hungry, fame crazed, showboats who thought they could do whatever they please under the guise of protecting the people. They worked around the rules, doing just enough not to get in trouble. And yet, the people idolized them. His mother, Honoka Mizushima, on the other hand, always instilled in their children the belief that whatever they did was fine so long as they were happy. It was likely because of their differing views and Shigeru’s stubbornness that he and Honoka came to be separated, though they have yet to divorce. So, in keeping with the beliefs of their mother, Hotaru was the first to follow her dream. She wanted to be a hero and she wanted to travel the world. Even now, she has found some success in America after completing her time in a university over there.
Kazuo on the other hand was left at the mercy of his father quickly after her departure from home. Shigeru was by no means a terrible man, nor was he a bad father per say. He was, however, extremely controlling and difficult to communicate with. The man would not budge on his thoughts, and though he had lost his daughter to the fantasy of being a hero, he would not lose his son. He began to train Kazuo. Combat, the law, and many other subjects were covered. In truth, Kazuo is who he is because of this. He could see there were things about his father’s way of thinking that were correct, but he refused to acknowledge that. His father had become an obstacle. That and his admiration for his sister, along with countless other heroes, drove him down the path he felt was right.
Kazuo became unsure of whether or not he could accomplish his goal, but whether or not that was the case, he figured at the very least he could use his dream as a form of rebellion. Even so, Shigeru refused to let go so easily. He convinced Kazuo to at least go to school in Sapporo. Ishin Academy was a prestigious school in it’s own right and that way he could at least be close to home. Besides, the chances of him entering U.A. were slim to none. Kazuo might have applied anyway, if not for his own doubts.
Character Development & Conceptualization
The goal behind Kazuo’s creation is to take a play around with some of the usual themes that make a hero and a shounen protagonist. Some of the basic tropes include dead parental figures, a never ending drive to become the best, and a lack of brain power in anything other than combat. Kazuo is a character who still has both of his parents, though they are separated. He respects and loves both of them, but for different reasons and to different degrees. They are both present in his life and influence his growth and the decisions he makes in different ways. He does have the drive to get better, but he does not suffer from the tunnel vision so many characters like him suffer from. His goals are not delegated to fulfill a single purpose. Additionally, he uses his mind as much as he can because of some of the adverse side effects that come with his power.
Still, Kazuo is torn in his life. His mother is supportive, but his father isn’t much a fan of heroes. He believes such work should be left to police and if they want to fight crime they should join the police. Because of this Kazuo wants to prove the worth of a hero to his father, but at the end of the day he just wants the man’s respect and an expression of pride. He is also afraid of his own strength, of his own emotion. He fears hurting somebody if he can’t control it properly, especially given the volatile nature of his quirk when faced with powerful emotion. Honestly, I think Kazuo has the making of a good character, even if he’s used more for support than as a front runner.
And I think playing him would be both fun and interesting. He has to change and move past his indecision and petty feelings. It’s simple growth in theory, but if I can manage to do it right he could be a good character to have around.
Abilities & Talents
Quirk Type
Mutation
Quirk Description
Kazuo’s power stems from his Internal Furnace which is a flame located within the abdominal area, somewhere around the stomach. As a result his core body temperature is higher than the average person’s, giving him heightened resistance to varying hot and cold temperatures, though this does not equate to immunity. It also imbues him with superhuman strength and heightened durability. At base level he can lift a small car, albeit it he does struggle a bit to do so, and take powerful blows and falls from heights of at least 5 stories with no real trouble. Kazuo’s strength and durability seem to grow exponentially, and to seemingly limitless heights, depending on his mental and physical state. Even so, this supposedly limitless strength comes with a price. The power is extremely difficult to control and furthermore seems to have a strong connection to the Kazuo’s mental state, which in turn brings about various side effects.
This quirk is a double edged sword. For example, Kazuo’s abilities may be amplified or weakened depending on his emotional state. The more determined, angry, happy, etc. he gets the stronger the flame burns. As the flame burns brighter and stronger the user's strength, and durability increases, but in addition to that, he also begins to grow hotter. His body will rise in temperature adding more power to his strikes and he may even experience abilities akin to pyrokinetics. Still, eventually his skin will become hot to the touch, and small bursts of flame will sprout along his body until eventually he is set ablaze in his entirety. The heat may go to his head making him dizzy or it may possibly even cause him to pass out.
Should he manage to keep conscious, Kazuo will be exposed to even worse dangers. The flame will continue to grow and will likely go out of control and "eat" him alive. On the other hand, even getting depressed or some other form of negative emotion will weaken the flame. In this case Kazuo may experience cold like symptoms, fevers, shivering, and fainting spells. Thus, he must remain in complete control, at least to a certain degree, at all times.
Other Talents & Attributes
Combat - Kazuo is a naturally gifted combatant and fights primarily while moving on instinct. That was likely why his father began training him to fight at such a young age. While he does not have the same resources as some individuals, being the son of a police officer, he did receive fairly good training from “the old man,” as he calls him, in Taiho Jutsu. However, he also attempted to branch out beyond the reach of his father's controlling hands. He incorporates Karate along with Savate into his fighting, although it should be stressed this is mostly self taught.
Cooking - Kazuo is a pretty good cook due to years of watching and helping his mom. Sometimes, however, the food he makes tends to take a turn from normal to spicy. He doesn’t usually notice this himself.
Law Enforcement Knowledge - Kazuo’s understanding of police procedure and the laws of his society helps him in various way. It is particular helpful in allowing him to bend the rules just enough not to break them.
Multilingual - Kazuo has learned to speak English and Spanish under the strict tutelage of private instructors hired by his father. It started off as a chore, but as he came to see the uses of it, he began to study more diligently for himself.
Hakuryu had been shocked by the sudden appearance of the mini droid, one of Auriola's he'd remembered. Lucky he hadn't attacked. However, the voice of Prelati brought him back to his sense. And then, as though the shock of the little bot hadn't been enough, he immediately came face to face with one of the many suits of armors that filled the library.
"Tch..." he sucked his teeth as he turned quickly. He put his right hand up, using his forearm to block a swing from the suit of armor. He brought his left fist up in almost a single fluid motion. "Fudou Sajinbaku!" His fist seemed to spin as it made contact with the suit of armor. Nakajima-Sensei might have obliterated the armor with this move, but he wasn't quite there. He felt it as soon as he made contact. Even so, the Armor, though it was a bit larger than him, lifted off the ground and flew up into the ceiling.
There was another, it wasn't too big, but a smaller one had already gone after the drone. Now, Roundhouse Kick. He then though as he shifted his weight, swinging his leg in a semi-circle like motion. The kick that connecting with the mid section of the armor sent it sent it flying into the stacks to the right of Hakuryu and the armor itself. The young man took a breath, satisfied with the move as the stack began to tip over. It would fall, but likely knock over another suit of armor or two. However, he wasn't so stupid as to believe he could win this battle on his own. Though, the sound of the first suit of armor crashing down onto the floor just after his attack on the second suit was quite the confidence boost.
Still, he was lucky that Dimitri and Auriola arrive almost immediately as he turned back to face was was easily the largest suit of armor there. Dimitri seemed determined to take on the hulking behemoth right away. He could likely handle it. "I'll back you..." he had begun his confirmation of dimitri's orders, but stopped when Auriola spoke. She was right. Somebody would need to stop Prelati.
"You're right Auriola." Hakuryu said with a quick nod and a smirk before running past the group. "Sorry about the mess by the way!" he called back to the two noting the fallen book stacks and mess of armor pieces on the floor. He was charging right ahead, prepared to stopped Prelati. Though he had no idea how to do that. Maybe all he would have to do is put her out of commission himself.
"Prelati, if that is who you really are, I'll give you a chance to surrender." He said simply. "Or I'm gonna have to put you down."
Wafer D. Kite - You wanna what? I'll just be over here!
Kite groaned as the series of events laid out before him unfolded. He had worked on the ship after the trip through reverse mountain, which included cleaning and additional repairs that he hadn't had time to finish after the battle with Krabbe. On top of that, he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. His body was still fairly fatigued, malnourished and exhausted. Even so, as the crew was called to attention and challenged he couldn't help but stand in awe of the island. It was battle ready and full of a slew of interesting people. He wanted to learn so much more until he noticed how close one of the cannon balls came.
"HEY!" he shouted angrily. "I just fixed that!"
Kite growled. Although they didn't have many options he was more than willing to agree to the challenge. However, he knew that it was possible he might be something of a liability. Still he would be as useful...
"Hey, Slick and Kite! I left my weights at home. I need to bench press you guys."
Bench him? Oh no no no. The, admittedly attractive, muscle woman was not about to bench him. He glanced at her for a second before lightly nudging Slick forward and turning immediately to watch as Caesar stepped out onto the apparent dodgeball arena. "Hmmm... This oughta be a fun watch." He said as he watched. He didn't know much about the rest of the crew overall. This was a good chance to learn more about them. At least in competitions and stuff like that.
"I don’t suppose I could get you to drop this whole thing, right?"
P E R S O N A L I A
"Everybody thinks they know who I am. I guess that’s what’s so enjoyable about showing them just how wrong they are."
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// P E R S O N A L I T Y
Aleksandr is a light hearted, kind, and cheerful, individual who rarely allows anything to keep him from moving forward in order to accomplish any goal he may have set his mind to. He acts with kindness towards anyone who may come his way, though he makes exceptions for those who he feels do not deserve such treatment. For instance, as the head of the Student Disciplinary Committee, he treats every member of the student body with care and is always willing to offer a helping hand. The same goes for the Archery Club for which he is the president. Even so, while he will offer a shoulder to cry on, he is quick to take action against somebody who would bring harm to another member of the student body.
It goes without saying that Aleksandr is strong willed. He has a strong sense of duty when it comes to sticking up for those who are unable to do so themselves. Even so, he has trouble believing in the system of law in place, favoring his own sense of morality and “justice” as he puts it when taking the time to make a speech. This likely stems from the legal proceeding regarding his custody between his mother and father and how he had no say, and how despite the fact that his father was a good man, money and influence were all that really mattered. He has a bit of a problem with people trying to force him to do things he doesn’t want to, because so much of his life is under the control of his mother and his grandfather.
Because of them, and his status, it is not often he is allowed to truly speak his mind, whether at home or at public events. Thus, he makes sure to do so when given the opportunity. As the president of the Archery Club and the head of the Student Disciplinary Committee he is afforded this right far more often. That is, so long as he is ready and willing to do so, which he always is. Those who engage him learn fairly quickly that he is indeed quick witted, quite the actor, and almost always ready and prepared to use anything at his disposal to defend himself, his friends, the student body and anybody else left under his care. Perhaps all of this comes with the notion of being a person of influence, a dutiful grandson and child, and being true to himself.
// B A C K G R O U N D
Aleksandr Minamoto was born into the prestigious Minamoto and Russian Orlov families. The Minamoto’s history in Japanese spans decades, if not centuries as descendants of the historic Minamoto clan. Alek’s grandfather, Hiroshi Minamoto, even boasts being the descendant of the legendary Minamoto no Yorimitsu. As a young man his grandfather gained wealth and fame by opening what began as a small food stand. This food stand grew into a small restaurant which grew into a larger restaurant, into a catering business, and into a chain of restaurants known worldwide. He worked hard to build his empire while learning all he could about business in order to better fit the roles he’d be taking on. Now, the Minamoto restaurants boast prestige, full restaurants and catering to the the biggest names in entertainment, sports, and any other member of the upper echelon you can think of.
The Orlov family reached its status of wealth and power through Aleksandr’s great grandparents, Alexei and Izolda Orlov. Working together the two created a fashion empire. It had been his great grandmother Izolda’s dream after all, and his great grandfather Alexei had no qualms helping make it a reality. As time went on the corporation would be passed down to their son, Aleksandr’s grandfather Mikhail who would then pass it on to his mother Veronika.
That being said, Alek’s story truly begins with his parents engagement. As preparation for a corporate merger in which doors would open up for both companies in regards to public relations and celebrity sponsorship, among other things, Mikhail and Hiroshi developed a plan. Their children would marry. Aleksandr’s father, Itsuki had his reservations, but ultimate agreed to meet the girl at Hiroshi’s behest. Veronika spent time charming Itsuki, refusing to let anything get in the way of her plans to further build her family empire.
In the end, the two married. However, once the wedding had been completed Veronika was able to show her true self. She was manipulative, power hungry, and ruthless when necessary. However, she deterred Itsuki’s notions of worry by explaining she had to be like that for business. Still, she only needed to keep up the act until she conceived their first child, Aleksandr. Itsuki had had other names in mind, but ultimately forfeited the first name in order to appease his wife. He loved her after all. And so, Aleksandr was born.
He grew up happily with his father around. Hiroshi was still in charge of the business, and with Veronika taking the reigns of her own family business, he spent most of his time with Itsuki. He would often take him camping, showed him how to hunt, and made sure he never had a problem with getting his hands dirty. Veronika never argued. It was good if he knew how to protect himself. Aleksandr, her precious little Shura, was her treasure after all; not to mention a free model and a good way to get into other industry she had no time to pursue herself when she was younger. She could make him act, push him into photoshoots, and many other things that could only serve to boost her fashion empire.
Itsuki didn’t like this. Aleksandr wasn’t a tool. He wanted to give the boy a choice when it came to his life. He always made sure Alek knew this. He had a choice, much to Veronika’s dismay. They simply couldn’t see eye to eye. Even so, Itsuki refused to let her force his little golden boy to be anything the child didn’t want to be. Veronika would scoff at his opposition. However, she knew it would take more than just her. So, she brought in Aleksandr’s grandfather.
Itsuki didn’t fall in line as the two planned. And because of his presence, neither did Aleksandr. This was how it came to divorce. Hiroshi was completely on Veronika’s side. If Itsuki would not do as he wished, he would have to leave. They were able to pay for better lawyers. Veronika got custody. Itsuki was not allowed visitation.
Aleksandr was upset about this. He was more upset about the lack of control he would have in the future of his life. He was put in many classes: self-defense, archery, business, modeling, etc. His mother and grandfather wanted to keep him busy. The busier he was the less he could resist. He learned his lessons well. He even began to use this to his advantage. He got funds for the school Archery Club, of which he quickly became president of. He took CPR and first aid classes after an incident with his grandfather. He was determined to take what his father had taught him and use it to turn his family businesses around. He could play the part of a good son and grandson if it meant enacting his own plans in the future.
It helped later on at least when he met his now best friend, Ienari Sawada. He wasn’t much the ambitious type, but he was about the same age and fun to see at parties and events. Even when he went away Aleksandr would call him on an almost daily basis. Perhaps that is why he felt a little betrayed when Ienari was put on the Student Council. He’d hoped to secure the place as president, but lost to Akira Komaeda. Still, he took up the position as Student Disciplinary Committee president. He needed to keep Akira in place and fight for the students and it was fun to see Ienari in a position where he might need to do a little work. Besides, his friend was still his friend through and through. Aleksandr was never the type who could simply drop someone he trusted.
And so, the story continues.
P A R A M E T E R S
"I’d be careful if I were you. I’m not above breaking a rule or two to turn the tables in my favor. And once I do, it won’t be long before the hunter becomes the hunted."
// F L A M E
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// A B I L I T I E S
Eagle’s Eye - Aleksandr sees things differently than others. Apart from his amazing sense of vision, which allows him to see things from great distances with astounding clarity, he can see things from another perspective. It’s almost as though he has a bird’s eye view of the battlefield around his immediate vicinity (roughly a mile or some in diameter around him). Because of this he is able to accurately survey his surroundings, strategize, lend a helping hand, make seemingly blind shots, and possibly even predict the moves of his opponent if he takes (and has) the time to study them. Freerunning - Aleksander's mother tried to force him into gymnastics classes in order to further the appearance she was trying to create for him. However, rather than simply refuse, he talked her into the alternative that is Freerunning. He is incredibly skilled in the art, and its practical applications as a style similar to Parkour helps him greatly with mobility and the slightly higher focus on the flashy side of Parkour appeased his mother. It's also a fun hobby as he doesn't really get to go hunting as much as he'd like and archery practice can only entertain him for so long in a given day. He's found that Freerunning is also helpful when it comes to self-defense and keeping himself safe and at a distance if he gets into a fight. Combat & Skills - This young man’s abilities go much farther than simple natural talents. His skill set has something of a broad range, the most prominent of which can be found here:
Marksmanship - Aleksandr’s marksmanship stems from years of practice coupled with tremendous visual acuity. His eyes have always been especially powerful allowing him to see with amazing clarity/detail from varying distances. It is partially because of this that combat utilizing many a manner of projectile weapons comes so naturally to him. He can throw knives, fire a gun, and most notably put his bow to good use, with deadly accuracy.
Hunting & Tracking - Aleksandr became especially skilling in the hunting and tracking of animals due to countless trips out into the wilderness with his father at a young age. Though he could not continue a tradition he had built with the man due to the circumstances surrounding his family, Aleksandr continues to practice his skills in secret under the guise of school trips and special events when he can convince his mother and grandfather.
Kyudo - Aleksandr’s skills in archery are well above those of the average practitioner. He practices often and has gotten himself to the point that he is capable of firing up to 16 arrows per minute. Additionally, he is capable of stringing and readying his bow for combat, should need be, in just under 3 minutes. He is practicing to fire more at a faster rate and string the bow under pressure faster as well.
Cooking - Aleksandr learned to cook from his father, because lord knows his mother wasn’t capable of teaching him. He is best at preparing wild game and is pretty skilled with a knife if he does say so himself. Some of his favorite things to make include venison, boar, bear and alligator, though he’ll settle for a nice cut of steak any day as well if he can get it.
First-Aid - When you’re out hunting it is very possible and very easy to get hurt. So, Aleksandr learned various first aid techniques for himself and his father. This also comes in handy in the case of emergency at school, during club activities or at competitions.
CPR - Although some would consider this a silly skill to pursue, it along with other skills that Aleksandr believes should be considered basic human knowledge, this young rich boy was quick to jump on the chance to learn if it meant the possibility of saving someone’s life.
// E Q U I P M E N T
Compound Bow - Although Aleksandr owns and maintains a composite bow uniform to those used for club activities and competitions, his weapon of choice is a custom made compoun bow. This bow is primarily “curled” to a smaller size unless needed, in which case Aleksandr can fairly easily uncurl it to its full length. The bow is yellow primarily with black accents adorning the smaller pieces of it and certain parts, though only in small amounts so as not to overshadow the yellow. It also helps the yellow pop a bit more. It was a stylistic choice on his part.
Quiver - Aleksandr’s quiver is composed of a light-weight, symmetrical outer frame that houses two separate bundles of arrows. Each bundle typically holds an average of 20 arrows, 40 altogether. The frame surrounds the arrow bundles at the top and bottom, with a narrow spine between while leaving the arrow shafts and arrowheads visible.
Arrows - Currently, Aleksandr uses regular arrows without much variation. They are sturdy and well balanced. He also has smaller throwing arrows which he can use with amazing skill in case he chooses to avoid wasting other arrows unnecessarily.
First Aid Equipment - Aleksandr is rarely without a number of items which could be used to administer first aid for quick fixes. He has a few smaller compartments in his quiver which house these items, though he also keeps a few in small pouches hung at his waist and snugly wrapped around his left leg.
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