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Tyko Vaara
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Tyko carries on a bit of his Finnish homeland's traditions in being a rather quiet introvert. It is not to say he is a loner, his at the College would attest to the fact that he is a friendly, welcoming person who seems to get along with most people he meets. He just likes to have some time alone every once in a while, usually by disappearing into the woods for a few days, or getting wrapped up in a TV, Book or movie marathon.
Rather protective of his two younger siblings, whom he raises due to circumstances beyond his control, Tyko is driven: He works a full time job, a part time job, and attends a local college to provide for his siblings as much of a life as he can. He has learned a wide array of skills due to both necessity and desire; his full time employment is as a Punch Press operator at a local factory that produces wood and gas stoves, his part time employment is as a cook at the Three Tree Bar and Grill, and his classes are on car mechanics. In his off time, he is often found in the garage of their home making metal sculptures that he sells, or modifying his old 4x4, preparing for a camping trip, at a rifle range, with friends, or helping his brother and sister with their homework.
Rather protective of his two younger siblings, whom he raises due to circumstances beyond his control, Tyko is driven: He works a full time job, a part time job, and attends a local college to provide for his siblings as much of a life as he can. He has learned a wide array of skills due to both necessity and desire; his full time employment is as a Punch Press operator at a local factory that produces wood and gas stoves, his part time employment is as a cook at the Three Tree Bar and Grill, and his classes are on car mechanics. In his off time, he is often found in the garage of their home making metal sculptures that he sells, or modifying his old 4x4, preparing for a camping trip, at a rifle range, with friends, or helping his brother and sister with their homework.
History:
Born in Oulu, Finland, his parents moved to Helsinki after his mother got a new job with one of the largest Biotech firms in the country when Tyko was 4. After several miscarriages, Mianna gave birth to Kiite, a baby boy eight years Tyko's junior. A year after the new child was born, the family uprooted, and moved to Alberta, where a new office was in need of Mianna's technical expertise. While the office was in Calgary, they settled into a little farm on the outskirts of Okotoks as it meant Mianna had a bit of a long commute, but it gave them a little farm, and plenty of space that reminded the young family of their home land in small ways. Roughly nine months after the move, the brothers gained a little sister named Ellisif.
The family bought a house, and soon, the mortgage was paid off by the salary of Mianna and Unuu's wages as a framer for a local contractor. Tyko was doing alright in school, through struggling a bit with math, while Kiite and Ellisif were happy little terrors of children. Which made life that much harder when Mianna and Unuu were struck head on by a drunk driver on their way home from a friend's. The accident happened on the interstate, when the drunk driver passed out at the wheel of his truck. Veering across lanes, and the median, the carnage left Mianna in a coma, with severe central nervous system damage on top of the physical injuries, she survived; but wheel chair bound after the amputation of her legs, and without the mental capacity to move or make intelligible language. Unuu suffered a shattered hip and femur in his right leg, his left arm was broken, and his collarbone fractured. It was nothing to the mental trauma of realizing that the woman he loved was essentially, destroyed.
The family laid charges and won their case against the other driver, but money could not bring back Mianna. Unuu broke down, trying escape his problems through the very thing that nearly killed him.
Leaving fifteen year old Tyko, struggling. He learned how to get his brother and sister ready for school, he learned how to cook, clean, and take care of them, his mother, and his father. He took to riding his bike to the store to get groceries when his father was too incapacitated to do it himself. When he turned sixteen, he got driving lessons from his best friend's father. He forced himself to improve his grades, for the sake of leading by example for his brother and sister. He graduated high school with honors, which was the catalyst for the fighting between his father and him for the next three years. His bitter resentment, and feelings of abandonment by his father for lacking the sisu to press on made him feel sick when his father tried to act fatherly.
Three years later, the fighting with his father finished. It culminated in Tyko and Unuu trading blows in the driveway. In the moment of violent sobriety, Unuu was overwhelmed with the realization of what he had done. A week later, Tyko came home from work to find his father in the garage, and the family car leaking cold coolant and oil to the floor. Police determined that Unuu had started it soon after Kiite and Ellisif had gone to school with his foot to the floor. He was dead long before the engine overheated, and subsequently blew a connecting rod out of the block.
At 21, Tyko became the sole care-giver of Mianna, and the legal guardian of his brother and sister.
The family bought a house, and soon, the mortgage was paid off by the salary of Mianna and Unuu's wages as a framer for a local contractor. Tyko was doing alright in school, through struggling a bit with math, while Kiite and Ellisif were happy little terrors of children. Which made life that much harder when Mianna and Unuu were struck head on by a drunk driver on their way home from a friend's. The accident happened on the interstate, when the drunk driver passed out at the wheel of his truck. Veering across lanes, and the median, the carnage left Mianna in a coma, with severe central nervous system damage on top of the physical injuries, she survived; but wheel chair bound after the amputation of her legs, and without the mental capacity to move or make intelligible language. Unuu suffered a shattered hip and femur in his right leg, his left arm was broken, and his collarbone fractured. It was nothing to the mental trauma of realizing that the woman he loved was essentially, destroyed.
The family laid charges and won their case against the other driver, but money could not bring back Mianna. Unuu broke down, trying escape his problems through the very thing that nearly killed him.
Leaving fifteen year old Tyko, struggling. He learned how to get his brother and sister ready for school, he learned how to cook, clean, and take care of them, his mother, and his father. He took to riding his bike to the store to get groceries when his father was too incapacitated to do it himself. When he turned sixteen, he got driving lessons from his best friend's father. He forced himself to improve his grades, for the sake of leading by example for his brother and sister. He graduated high school with honors, which was the catalyst for the fighting between his father and him for the next three years. His bitter resentment, and feelings of abandonment by his father for lacking the sisu to press on made him feel sick when his father tried to act fatherly.
Three years later, the fighting with his father finished. It culminated in Tyko and Unuu trading blows in the driveway. In the moment of violent sobriety, Unuu was overwhelmed with the realization of what he had done. A week later, Tyko came home from work to find his father in the garage, and the family car leaking cold coolant and oil to the floor. Police determined that Unuu had started it soon after Kiite and Ellisif had gone to school with his foot to the floor. He was dead long before the engine overheated, and subsequently blew a connecting rod out of the block.
At 21, Tyko became the sole care-giver of Mianna, and the legal guardian of his brother and sister.
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Earth 2, Air 1
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Channeling: 3
Healing: 3
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Strength: 1
Channeling: 3
Healing: 3
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She is a bright, inquisitive, and feisty little monster that is just entering her maturity. Her intelligence and curiosity made it easy for her to learn some things her own mother didn't know, like how to deal with locked garbage cans, or that if you wait for the animals to leave through their flappy doors, they usually have food easily accessible on the floor. Shy around humans, and their cats and dogs, having learned to avoid them by training, and experience, however once accustomed to someone, she can be exceptionally playful, and may frequently try to antagonize others into playing her games.
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She has spent her short life so far in the suburbs of a small city, browsing through scraps and remains in garbage cans, pet food left on porches, unattended fruits fallen from trees, and playing with a friendly cat she met. She hasn't yet had any kits, but this coming spring, will likely be her first mating season.
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Standing 6'9" (206cm) in height, and weighing 243 lbs (110kg), with skin as red as Carmine, with a bright metallic silver design of swirls and dots winding up his right arm onto his shoulder, matching his mid-length, brilliant silver hair, while wearing a silver mask with elongated red horns, Yuu tends to make a somewhat imposing first impression. Behind the mask however, hides the face of a young man who was savagely attacked and left for dead. From the front half of his nose ending abruptly to elongated nostrils after it was cut free, to the thick scar tissue, traced with silver that spreads out in thick ribbons of where "DEMON" was engraved in his forehead. His eyes however, have managed to stay the same, unique selves; amber, with the right eye having a section of the iris spanning roughly three-eighths of the upper right side being faded to pale blue. It's known as sectoral heterochromia caused by mild type-II Waardenburg Syndrome.
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Yuu "James" Miyata, Yuu-Oni, Yuoni, The Red Archer
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22
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Male
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Yuu has a strong conviction in the right to personal freedom, with all of the personal responsibility that it entails. He personally does not believe that he has the right to impose his will on others, and that those who do, and act upon their will, he generally does not get along with very well. He views tolerance as an almost paramount virtue.
Tending towards being warm and welcoming on first meeting, Yuu seems to however keep himself reserved as people he has met begin to express themselves more, leading some to consider him perhaps a bit cold or aloof. The problem for Yuu is, is in many cases, he simply does not feel much of anything to what many others feel strongly about. The main reason behind this, is that Yuu tends to think objectively, naturally removing himself from the situation to try and see as many sides and facets to a conflict, or problem, and solve it in the most rational sense without much thought to the emotions of others. The things he is passionate about however, are fairly obvious as he practices with dedication that few of his friends seem able to comprehend.
Tending towards being warm and welcoming on first meeting, Yuu seems to however keep himself reserved as people he has met begin to express themselves more, leading some to consider him perhaps a bit cold or aloof. The problem for Yuu is, is in many cases, he simply does not feel much of anything to what many others feel strongly about. The main reason behind this, is that Yuu tends to think objectively, naturally removing himself from the situation to try and see as many sides and facets to a conflict, or problem, and solve it in the most rational sense without much thought to the emotions of others. The things he is passionate about however, are fairly obvious as he practices with dedication that few of his friends seem able to comprehend.
Background:
To understand Yuu, one must look to the beginning; His Parents. His mother, Musaki Susumo, and his father, Miyata Ryota. Ryota came from a family proud to be able to claim that they were the decedents of the Samurai, Miyata Kiyogi, and continued to serve as noble warriors, defending Japan to the modern day. Ryota himself, had joined the JSDF when he was young, becoming a notable soldier within the 1st Airborne Brigade. He met Susumo, falling in love and they began trying to start a family, only to find out that Susumo had extremely low chances of conceiving a child. Yet, with advances in fertility drugs, the pair were able to conceive. Six months into the pregnancy, Susumo was devastated when she went into labour. The child, who would have been their daughter, did not survive three days. Three years later, however, a miracle happened; Susumo was pregnant again, and all signs were showing a healthy boy. He came early by a month, but managed to live. He was diagnosed with Waardensburg syndrome quickly, a genetic disorder that left him with being unable to hear high pitch tones, and his unique eyes. A year later, and Susumo was pregnant again for her third time, joy and elation gave way to despair, sorrow, and agony as Susumo suffered an infection that killed the fetus and nearly took her as well. This was a turning point for the woman who wanted three children; her dreams, her hopes were ripped from her on that operating table. In her own way, she felt ashamed that she could not provide the family the two lovers had dreamed of. Yet they had Yuu, precious little Yuu.
As Yuu grew older, and began taking martial arts classes at the age of four, Susumo and Ryota began talking. Talking that led to heated words. A year later, and the arguments exploded with the news that Ryota's brother had died in a training accident when his helicopter lost power and crashed to the deck of an American aircraft carrier, leaving his wife with no children of their own. Susumo could not bear to see her one and only child grow up to join the JSDF, with the world climate as tenuous as it was, the possibility of her son, her precious son joining the military and dying before his time tormented her. Ryota however, could not fathom being the father who let the family line of honorable warriors end with himin such a fashion. Yet his love for his wife, and seeing the pain she had gone through, finally forced him to relent, five months after the death of his brother. Yuu was withdrawn from the martial arts class, and was soon enrolled in a music club for his afternoon activities which he was not pleased with, but soon came to accept.
On Yuu's seventh birthday, his father came home with surprise news; He'd been promoted to act as Liason with the American military in the development of Japan's own Special Forces division. The result of this news, meant that Ryota would be moving to America to get settled in, and then Susumo and Yuu would follow a few months later. Susumo was torn between happiness and sadness of having to move, while Yuu was resoundingly unhappy with the idea. Susumo managed to get Ryota to agree to push the move date until the summer break, to at the very least, let Yuu have the full school year with his friends.
On arrival in California, Yuu and his mother were greeted with a surprise, Ryota had taken up Archery and bowery in the garage of the house that they were moving into. He explained that he had felt something missing within him during the months away from home, away from his family, and that this hobby was a connection to his ancestors that he found relaxing. At first Yuu seemed indifferent to the idea of his father's archery, but as he acclimated, and began growing connections to the other kids in the neighbourhood who were fascinated by the fact that Yuu's ancestors were real Samurai, Yuu began taking interest as well. His father even made him his first bow. For the first time since he was five, he was connecting with his father and his ancestors again, and Yuu enjoyed the growing bond.
When school started, Yuu lost contact with several of the friends he had made in the neighbourhood; some having to move away with their fathers, or others just being in different schools, Yuu became a little depressed, and started reading most of the time, partly to work on his English, and partly because he wanted to escape. It was on a field trip to an Orchard when Yuu first really met Kim, a tom-boy of the class who "accidentally" hit him over the head with a peach. When he recovered and bit into it, Yuu had a minor, childhood, existential moment of surprise and delight. Yuu loved peaches. It was better than anything he could remember from back home in Japan, better than Kazuragi's mothers sweet rice balls, which he never thought would be topped. Combine his love of peaches and his awkward name in America, and it wasn't long until Yuu earned the nickname that would follow him for the rest of his life, James; like the titular character of the book Kim got Yuu as a birthday present later that year, "James and the Giant Peach."
However, Yuu's home life was slowly getting strained, as his mother started objecting to Yuu's practice with archery, his less than perfect grades, and his mother and father having small arguments again. It wasn't long before Susumo claimed that archery was too dangerous for Yuu to practice, after Ryota made a mistake while de-stringing his bow, and caught the tip running up his cheek, requiring twenty three stitches to close it. Yuu cried at first, and then grew quiet. Repressing his resentment to his mother for taking away something fun. As his grades began to slip further, Susumo got angrier, and his father became more distant.
With his parent's fighting weekly, Yuu relished any chance he got to get out of the house, and began confiding in Kim more and more at school as they became almost inseparable. Life carried on until is father realized that the was no love left between himself and Susumo. Not ready to divorce however, and with a promotion to a senior office in Japan beckoning, Yuu's father returned to Japan, while his wife and child elected to stay in America, soon after gaining their citizenship. Without the tempering influence of his father, Susumo came down hard on her son, punishing him for getting less than 99% on his tests, berating him for his music teacher not praising him enough, any small fault was a an opening for a torrent of belittling contempt. Secretly, he wrote letters to his father, begging Kim to send them for him, while Kim supported him, keeping him from breaking under the stress of a mother who expected more than he was capable of giving.
A week after his sixteenth birthday, a long slender tube arrived from Japan, through Kim. Inside was a beautifully crafted, laminate bow, with his father's Kanji engraved in the lower bow limb, Yuu's Kanji in the top limb, and the crest of Miyata Kiyogi flanking the grip. On the belly of the bow, was engraved a poem by Basho;
Breaking the silence
Of an ancient pond,
A frog jumped into water-
A deep resonance
It took Yuu three days to summon the courage, but he broke the silence, and stood up to his mother. The repercussions of the incident significantly affected his life; he was thrown out of the home. He stayed with Kim for two days before his father took him back to Japan. He surprised his father when he chose to continue with his piano lessons, in addition to resuming his archery practice, learning the craft of bow making from his father, and keeping his grades high in school. When he revealed to his father that he was thinking of going into law, or politics instead of joining the military, his father nodded, and understood. His son was going to be a different form of warrior, but a warrior all the same.
After highschool, Yuu was accepted into the University of Berkeley, and meeting again with Kim. She surprised him again, by introducing Yuu to her girlfriend, Tricia. It would be a lie to say he was entirely happy for her, a part of him hoping for more from their friendship now, but he realized that he never really had much of a chance. He was the brother she needed, as he was the person she came out to first. Through his time at Berkley, Yuu kept himself quite busy between classes, he participated in a Philharmonic Orchestra to continue his piano work, practiced his archery and bowery after joining a small DIY group workshop, and began taking part in a debate group to work on his skills to supplement what he learned while studying law.
The day he found the Vellum letter, he was puzzled. He almost decided not to bother with it, as there was no real reason to go to some random address, except that it was just a block away from the indoor archery range. Just get off the bus and go the other direction to see what this was about, if he didn't like it, just carry on to archery a minute or two later than normal. With his two staves in their leather wrapped, cardboard tube slung over his shoulder, and the mysterious letter in hand, he left his dorm room. Arriving at the location just as Kim arrived at the same time caught him off guard, hugging while trying to figure out what the letters were about, Yuu found himself suddenly blinded by the flash of light emitted by the letter.
Awakening alone, barely covered by his stretched and ripped clothing, the young man faced several shocks fairly quickly; from his skin now being deep red, with a strange silvery tattoo-like design on his right arm, and an instant growth in height by roughly a foot, Yuu had some adjusting to do. He found his bow case, and used the remnants of his clothes to tie around his waist as some form of concealment. By the time he made his way out of the orchard to a road, Yuu was able to walk almost normally. Shortly after however, his welcoming to Fantasia was less than benevolent as three men in armor, riding horses approached him and encircled him. Calling him a demon, and telling him to hand over whatever it was he was carrying. Bewildered and stunned, Yuu complied, handing his bowcase to one of the men. The bandit opened the case and pulled out both bowstaves, looking them over and flexing them while looking thoroughly confused, as they were too well crafted for a commoner to afford, but lacked the draw weight of a bow made for a Lord or Knight, and much too large to be the bow of a Knight's squire. They quickly made the decision to sell the bows, and take the stranger to be sold into slavery.
Yuu objected. During the fight, Yuu grabbed onto the stave his father had made for him, and in trying to wrench it from the hands of the bandit, broke the man's arm. The other two responded with drawn blades, on instinct, Yuu tried to block one of the swords with the stave, only to have the sword smash it in two and leave a graving cut down the left side of his chest. The second man's sword met his face, even as he tried to escape the blade's reach, slashing down through the bridge of his nose and out. The rest became a blur that faded between life and death.
Luckily, his second coming to the world was far more hospitable. Saved by a travelling caravan of traders, makers, and healers, he came to realize that he had been unconscious for the past several days, fighting off infection as his wounds healed. He found himself a home on the road, working as an apprentice bowyer, and caravan guard, where his height and rapidly improving ability with the bow lend him an imposing figure that helped the caravan move with less difficulties that before. With working as a guard while travelling, he has been studying the melee arts as well, and while many years behind those of his own age, his physical power lends him some forgiveness with his lack of skill. One of the most notable things of Yuu, is the mask he has carved from wood; a homage to the Oni demons of his ancestry, that fits well with his current appearance.
As Yuu grew older, and began taking martial arts classes at the age of four, Susumo and Ryota began talking. Talking that led to heated words. A year later, and the arguments exploded with the news that Ryota's brother had died in a training accident when his helicopter lost power and crashed to the deck of an American aircraft carrier, leaving his wife with no children of their own. Susumo could not bear to see her one and only child grow up to join the JSDF, with the world climate as tenuous as it was, the possibility of her son, her precious son joining the military and dying before his time tormented her. Ryota however, could not fathom being the father who let the family line of honorable warriors end with himin such a fashion. Yet his love for his wife, and seeing the pain she had gone through, finally forced him to relent, five months after the death of his brother. Yuu was withdrawn from the martial arts class, and was soon enrolled in a music club for his afternoon activities which he was not pleased with, but soon came to accept.
On Yuu's seventh birthday, his father came home with surprise news; He'd been promoted to act as Liason with the American military in the development of Japan's own Special Forces division. The result of this news, meant that Ryota would be moving to America to get settled in, and then Susumo and Yuu would follow a few months later. Susumo was torn between happiness and sadness of having to move, while Yuu was resoundingly unhappy with the idea. Susumo managed to get Ryota to agree to push the move date until the summer break, to at the very least, let Yuu have the full school year with his friends.
On arrival in California, Yuu and his mother were greeted with a surprise, Ryota had taken up Archery and bowery in the garage of the house that they were moving into. He explained that he had felt something missing within him during the months away from home, away from his family, and that this hobby was a connection to his ancestors that he found relaxing. At first Yuu seemed indifferent to the idea of his father's archery, but as he acclimated, and began growing connections to the other kids in the neighbourhood who were fascinated by the fact that Yuu's ancestors were real Samurai, Yuu began taking interest as well. His father even made him his first bow. For the first time since he was five, he was connecting with his father and his ancestors again, and Yuu enjoyed the growing bond.
When school started, Yuu lost contact with several of the friends he had made in the neighbourhood; some having to move away with their fathers, or others just being in different schools, Yuu became a little depressed, and started reading most of the time, partly to work on his English, and partly because he wanted to escape. It was on a field trip to an Orchard when Yuu first really met Kim, a tom-boy of the class who "accidentally" hit him over the head with a peach. When he recovered and bit into it, Yuu had a minor, childhood, existential moment of surprise and delight. Yuu loved peaches. It was better than anything he could remember from back home in Japan, better than Kazuragi's mothers sweet rice balls, which he never thought would be topped. Combine his love of peaches and his awkward name in America, and it wasn't long until Yuu earned the nickname that would follow him for the rest of his life, James; like the titular character of the book Kim got Yuu as a birthday present later that year, "James and the Giant Peach."
However, Yuu's home life was slowly getting strained, as his mother started objecting to Yuu's practice with archery, his less than perfect grades, and his mother and father having small arguments again. It wasn't long before Susumo claimed that archery was too dangerous for Yuu to practice, after Ryota made a mistake while de-stringing his bow, and caught the tip running up his cheek, requiring twenty three stitches to close it. Yuu cried at first, and then grew quiet. Repressing his resentment to his mother for taking away something fun. As his grades began to slip further, Susumo got angrier, and his father became more distant.
With his parent's fighting weekly, Yuu relished any chance he got to get out of the house, and began confiding in Kim more and more at school as they became almost inseparable. Life carried on until is father realized that the was no love left between himself and Susumo. Not ready to divorce however, and with a promotion to a senior office in Japan beckoning, Yuu's father returned to Japan, while his wife and child elected to stay in America, soon after gaining their citizenship. Without the tempering influence of his father, Susumo came down hard on her son, punishing him for getting less than 99% on his tests, berating him for his music teacher not praising him enough, any small fault was a an opening for a torrent of belittling contempt. Secretly, he wrote letters to his father, begging Kim to send them for him, while Kim supported him, keeping him from breaking under the stress of a mother who expected more than he was capable of giving.
A week after his sixteenth birthday, a long slender tube arrived from Japan, through Kim. Inside was a beautifully crafted, laminate bow, with his father's Kanji engraved in the lower bow limb, Yuu's Kanji in the top limb, and the crest of Miyata Kiyogi flanking the grip. On the belly of the bow, was engraved a poem by Basho;
Breaking the silence
Of an ancient pond,
A frog jumped into water-
A deep resonance
It took Yuu three days to summon the courage, but he broke the silence, and stood up to his mother. The repercussions of the incident significantly affected his life; he was thrown out of the home. He stayed with Kim for two days before his father took him back to Japan. He surprised his father when he chose to continue with his piano lessons, in addition to resuming his archery practice, learning the craft of bow making from his father, and keeping his grades high in school. When he revealed to his father that he was thinking of going into law, or politics instead of joining the military, his father nodded, and understood. His son was going to be a different form of warrior, but a warrior all the same.
After highschool, Yuu was accepted into the University of Berkeley, and meeting again with Kim. She surprised him again, by introducing Yuu to her girlfriend, Tricia. It would be a lie to say he was entirely happy for her, a part of him hoping for more from their friendship now, but he realized that he never really had much of a chance. He was the brother she needed, as he was the person she came out to first. Through his time at Berkley, Yuu kept himself quite busy between classes, he participated in a Philharmonic Orchestra to continue his piano work, practiced his archery and bowery after joining a small DIY group workshop, and began taking part in a debate group to work on his skills to supplement what he learned while studying law.
The day he found the Vellum letter, he was puzzled. He almost decided not to bother with it, as there was no real reason to go to some random address, except that it was just a block away from the indoor archery range. Just get off the bus and go the other direction to see what this was about, if he didn't like it, just carry on to archery a minute or two later than normal. With his two staves in their leather wrapped, cardboard tube slung over his shoulder, and the mysterious letter in hand, he left his dorm room. Arriving at the location just as Kim arrived at the same time caught him off guard, hugging while trying to figure out what the letters were about, Yuu found himself suddenly blinded by the flash of light emitted by the letter.
Awakening alone, barely covered by his stretched and ripped clothing, the young man faced several shocks fairly quickly; from his skin now being deep red, with a strange silvery tattoo-like design on his right arm, and an instant growth in height by roughly a foot, Yuu had some adjusting to do. He found his bow case, and used the remnants of his clothes to tie around his waist as some form of concealment. By the time he made his way out of the orchard to a road, Yuu was able to walk almost normally. Shortly after however, his welcoming to Fantasia was less than benevolent as three men in armor, riding horses approached him and encircled him. Calling him a demon, and telling him to hand over whatever it was he was carrying. Bewildered and stunned, Yuu complied, handing his bowcase to one of the men. The bandit opened the case and pulled out both bowstaves, looking them over and flexing them while looking thoroughly confused, as they were too well crafted for a commoner to afford, but lacked the draw weight of a bow made for a Lord or Knight, and much too large to be the bow of a Knight's squire. They quickly made the decision to sell the bows, and take the stranger to be sold into slavery.
Yuu objected. During the fight, Yuu grabbed onto the stave his father had made for him, and in trying to wrench it from the hands of the bandit, broke the man's arm. The other two responded with drawn blades, on instinct, Yuu tried to block one of the swords with the stave, only to have the sword smash it in two and leave a graving cut down the left side of his chest. The second man's sword met his face, even as he tried to escape the blade's reach, slashing down through the bridge of his nose and out. The rest became a blur that faded between life and death.
Luckily, his second coming to the world was far more hospitable. Saved by a travelling caravan of traders, makers, and healers, he came to realize that he had been unconscious for the past several days, fighting off infection as his wounds healed. He found himself a home on the road, working as an apprentice bowyer, and caravan guard, where his height and rapidly improving ability with the bow lend him an imposing figure that helped the caravan move with less difficulties that before. With working as a guard while travelling, he has been studying the melee arts as well, and while many years behind those of his own age, his physical power lends him some forgiveness with his lack of skill. One of the most notable things of Yuu, is the mask he has carved from wood; a homage to the Oni demons of his ancestry, that fits well with his current appearance.
Skills:
Archery - Yuu is a fairly skilled archer, good at estimating range, accurate, and able to bend a powerful stave that will drive a heavy shaft through most forms of armor. He is however, not a master by any means, and is not the most accurate of those in his age group, as he hasn't grown up depending on archery as many have for their own safety, or for food. Yet, he seems to have a knack for it, and has learned much in his short time in this world.
Bowyer - As well, he is a competent bowyer of his own right, though currently considered an Apprentice, there is little more his master can teach him in the art of bow-craft.
Melee Combat - His training in melee combat has given him a cursory knowledge of how to handle various close range fighting implements, that he trains at for a minimum of two hours every day to improve his skills. He knows his strength alone is not enough against some of the bandits and criminals who love to prey on caravans.
Pianist - An accomplished pianist in his own right, although slightly out of practice after two years on the road, Yuu is still able to play a solid repertoire when the caravan stops near a town with a piano. Although, many seem to have no understanding of the music he plays, he has learned a handful of "local" songs.
Bowyer - As well, he is a competent bowyer of his own right, though currently considered an Apprentice, there is little more his master can teach him in the art of bow-craft.
Melee Combat - His training in melee combat has given him a cursory knowledge of how to handle various close range fighting implements, that he trains at for a minimum of two hours every day to improve his skills. He knows his strength alone is not enough against some of the bandits and criminals who love to prey on caravans.
Pianist - An accomplished pianist in his own right, although slightly out of practice after two years on the road, Yuu is still able to play a solid repertoire when the caravan stops near a town with a piano. Although, many seem to have no understanding of the music he plays, he has learned a handful of "local" songs.
Misc:
Yuu fashioned a six inch span of the bow his father made for him into a necklace he wears constantly. A leather thong attached to both ends holding it horizontal across his chest.
While his strength and height have been augmented substantially, Yuu has grown to have an allergic reaction to beans and holly.
While his strength and height have been augmented substantially, Yuu has grown to have an allergic reaction to beans and holly.
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History:
Rust (Suvi Soccoli - Forgotten)
Age:
Unknown (Awakened Estimated to be between 100-150 years old. Was 22 when he perished)
Race:
Intelligent Skeleton
Height:
5'10"
Physical Description:
Nothing more than a walking skeleton of a long dead human male, his bones the color of aged parchment with dark stains mottling his lower half. The only noticeable deformity, being the ragged gash broken through the left side Lacrimal bone and into his left eye socket of what must have been the blow that killed him, countless years ago. However, he wears what was once an ornate suit of armor that would have been worth a Knight's share, now a ruin of its former glory, though cleaned. Pitted and showing signs of metal erosion, the runes that were once engraved, now illegible and lost. Inlay and filigree eroded to dust. A few desiccated scraps of leather remain, while new works of leather and chain have been added, to hold the ill-fitting suit to his bony frame.
Personality:
Tolerant, and accepting, Rust is fairly relaxed about the choices of others. He holds himself however, to a strict code of honour, in protecting those who need it, and defending himself only when his own existence may be threatened. Hard to anger, and hard to unsettle, yet he is deeply concerned about his own self in the means that he desires to understand his own memories.
Abilities:
Due to the fact that he is a skeleton, he has no flesh to be harmed, and no flesh to fuel, absolving him of the need to breathe or eat. He is powered by something beyond his knowledge, be it a soul, magic, or some natural phenomena he has no understanding of. Because he has no muscles, he cannot tire from work; yet he has a mind that needs rest to process what he encounters, although less time than most people. His lack of flesh and organs conspires to him lacking a great deal of mass, weighing a scant twenty-seven pounds without his armor or weapons, while the metal, wood and leather add only sixty-four pounds to his mass. Through reasons unknown, his strength matches that of the strongest men. Combining his strength, with his extremely little weight, enables him to move much quicker than many would expect. Strangely, he does weigh a bit more on average than a normal skeleton, and his bones seem to be tougher than the average bones of normal skeletons. Damage dealt to his form is regenerated, but not instantaneously. When dismembered, he is able to retain control of his limbs within a rough twenty foot radius, and awareness of where his limbs are within a hundred foot radius.
Weaknesses:
With his lack of skin, flesh and organs, comes a complete void of his sense of smell or taste. His sense of touch is reduced to a vague notion of pressure, which make it hard for him to gauge how tightly he holds something, or how hard he is hitting something. He can't tell if something is smooth, or rough very easily at all. As well, his feathery weight makes it phenominally easy to push him around in the physical sense. It is easy to lift him from the ground and cast him aside. Without connective tissue, he is relatively easy to be dismembered. Perhaps his biggest weakness (besides being a highly unnatural, walking, talking skeleton), is that his mental state isn't the most stable, as his memories, his very identity is shattered. He does not know who he is, what he is, why he is, or where he is. He doesn't understand a lot of the technology that currently exists (Would probably be more baffled by it if he DID remember his old life).
Gear:
Ancient sword of once phenomenal quality, now broken, fractured, and pitted from a century of neglect. Currently cleaned and oiled to protect it from further degradation, and contained in a rather plain, modern, leather scabbard slung diagonally on his back.
Modern, single edge sabre of decent quality, retained at his left waist.
Well made Yew longbow, carried unstrung in a scabbard attached to his quiver.
Quiver/pack: A quiver designed to carry 48 shafts, along with a number of pouches contained a supply of arrowheads for making replacement shafts, tools to make more shafts themselves, or a replacement bow as necessary. Spare bow strings. Sharpening stones, two bottles of vegetable oil.
Modern, single edge sabre of decent quality, retained at his left waist.
Well made Yew longbow, carried unstrung in a scabbard attached to his quiver.
Quiver/pack: A quiver designed to carry 48 shafts, along with a number of pouches contained a supply of arrowheads for making replacement shafts, tools to make more shafts themselves, or a replacement bow as necessary. Spare bow strings. Sharpening stones, two bottles of vegetable oil.
History:
Pain, light, and sensation jolted him awake. Rust woke to find himself leaning against the shattered remains of a castle wall, his legs and lower abdomen buried under the soil and roots of the bramble thicket that had tendrils hooked into his eye sockets. Seeing his skeletal arm for the first time as he attempted to scratch the offending vegetation from his face was a violent shock of realization...mixed with abject terror and utter confusion. He didn't know why, but he knew something was wrong. Soon the realization dawned on him however, he didn't understand what was wrong, because he had no basis to comprehend. When he tried to think, understand, or draw on something...his mind give his brief, fleeting flashes of light, colour, abstract shapes that meant nothing. He knew, somehow, they were memories. It was something important. But it was like being trapped within a frosted glass bottle in the middle of a lightning storm while stained glass windows swirled around outside. Nothing make a cohesive form, nothing made a whole. Any time he thought he could focus on a shape, it would simply dissolve from his mind and leave like a dream, slipping through the cracks.
Slowly, he began to dig his way out of the ground, ripping the thick, thorny brambles from his bones, and the scraps of armor that he could not bear to part with. He found the rusted blade underneath himself, and dug it out as well, never knowing why he bothered. Scrambling through brambles and thickets of overgrown wilderness, Rust eventually just started walking. Four and a half months of walking, and he found himself outside Jek. His first approach was rebuffed by a flurry of arrows, and artillery rounds digging into the soil about him. That night, in the dark, the night watch reported the strangest sight; a figure was walking out in the cleared area, picking the arrows, javelins, and round shot from the ground, and stacking it near the road, well within longbow range, but never seeming to attempt to get close to the wall. The next day, they found the Skeleton standing behind the piled ammunition, silently waiting. They fired upon him again, and once more, he returned at night, stacking the ammunition. On the third day, a small party was formed, and a band of defenders left the wall to collect the piled ammunition, and take the skeleton as a prisoner for the time being. It complied.
After weeks of interrogation, it was concluded that the skeleton was obviously intelligent, it spoke, and it could even read, a surprise to both sides of the table. It did not appear to be malevolent nor evil. The only thing it asked for, was to be put to some use. First tasked with cleaning the prison under the watchful eyes of the guards, to loading and unloading supplies. A year passed without incident, and the Skeleton had its belongings returned to it. It soon began taking a place on the outer walls at night, watching for the approach of enemies in the darkness. To the guards of the watch, the skeleton became a comrade, it was quiet, honorable, and never seemed to grow tired of staring out into the darkness. A variety of nicknames was bestowed upon him, but the longest lasting was "Rustle", which eventually was shorted to Rust. He proved himself to be a capable archer, an a strong ally.
Yet his existence away from the wall was less than ideal. He was continually aware that he did not fit in with the populace. They were scared of him, untrusting, some to the point of hating him. Compounding this, he felt a longing to understand just what he was, why he was, and most importantly, who was he? After seeing the notice of the meeting, he decided to make a change. A written note to his commander, explaining his dereliction of duty in utmost detail, was left behind.
Slowly, he began to dig his way out of the ground, ripping the thick, thorny brambles from his bones, and the scraps of armor that he could not bear to part with. He found the rusted blade underneath himself, and dug it out as well, never knowing why he bothered. Scrambling through brambles and thickets of overgrown wilderness, Rust eventually just started walking. Four and a half months of walking, and he found himself outside Jek. His first approach was rebuffed by a flurry of arrows, and artillery rounds digging into the soil about him. That night, in the dark, the night watch reported the strangest sight; a figure was walking out in the cleared area, picking the arrows, javelins, and round shot from the ground, and stacking it near the road, well within longbow range, but never seeming to attempt to get close to the wall. The next day, they found the Skeleton standing behind the piled ammunition, silently waiting. They fired upon him again, and once more, he returned at night, stacking the ammunition. On the third day, a small party was formed, and a band of defenders left the wall to collect the piled ammunition, and take the skeleton as a prisoner for the time being. It complied.
After weeks of interrogation, it was concluded that the skeleton was obviously intelligent, it spoke, and it could even read, a surprise to both sides of the table. It did not appear to be malevolent nor evil. The only thing it asked for, was to be put to some use. First tasked with cleaning the prison under the watchful eyes of the guards, to loading and unloading supplies. A year passed without incident, and the Skeleton had its belongings returned to it. It soon began taking a place on the outer walls at night, watching for the approach of enemies in the darkness. To the guards of the watch, the skeleton became a comrade, it was quiet, honorable, and never seemed to grow tired of staring out into the darkness. A variety of nicknames was bestowed upon him, but the longest lasting was "Rustle", which eventually was shorted to Rust. He proved himself to be a capable archer, an a strong ally.
Yet his existence away from the wall was less than ideal. He was continually aware that he did not fit in with the populace. They were scared of him, untrusting, some to the point of hating him. Compounding this, he felt a longing to understand just what he was, why he was, and most importantly, who was he? After seeing the notice of the meeting, he decided to make a change. A written note to his commander, explaining his dereliction of duty in utmost detail, was left behind.
pitwhousedtodopokemon said
Buy a electric stove. Their much better than old gas stoves.
Not really. Gas stoves give better, more stable heat control, and also limit hot/cold spots on your pans.
Really? Gas is overall better. Just potentially more hazardous. But it is not as if an electric stove that is never cleaned, cannot catch fire either. They definitely can. Ask me how I know.
Lady Squee said
Oh.My.God. I demand the details
Man, talk about giving up and getting desperate; I am so sorry I did this to you.
ActRaiserTheReturned said
Also, he supports "getting rid of" 90 percent of the entire planet's population. Not necessarily through genocide, but he still supports near extinction of the Human species. He's the real world's Captain Planet, but he isn't a hero, he's a total zero.Ted Turner also says "Men should be banned from public office."Read more at http://www.westernjournalism.com/leftist-idiot-ted-turner-applauds-soldier-suicides/#ZE2Mza0GysPFI4go.99
Here I am, looking at what he is saying, and to a certain extent, agreeing.
I agree that the basic idea behind soldiers being conflicted in the actions they are ordered to take, is a good thing. The USA is not acting in defense of itself, but in the defense of corporate interests. Which, to me, is entirely wrong. I do agree that the USA could easily cut its military spending in half, or more. Do I like that soldiers are committing suicide? No.
I also believe that the world is ridiculously overpopulated. I do think that we, as a human race, should try to limit our rate of population expansion, but as a personal choice, not a government order. A population of 350 million, to 2 billion is no where, even remotely bloody close to, "near extinction". Please do not sensationalize things. It looks ridiculous.
ActRaiserTheReturned said
You want to be with Ted Turner?
Don't know, what's bad about him?
ActRaiserTheReturned said
No. Youtube is HELL IT'SELF!! IDLE HANDS ARE THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!I edited my post.
So, Hell is this:
I'd be cool with this.
By the way Act, your heaven holds no appeal to me.
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