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The streets of blood and honor

Alastair watched as Angelo gave his speech, his own little piece on the subject of the Dragons wasn't necessary it seemed as people were chomping at the bit to join up. Alastair briefly ran through what he would've said if they had decided not to join up with Angelo. His pale lips curled gently into a soft smile as he thought of the time the Dragons had attempted to take protection from the Atelier of Ren.

“Give us the money now!’ one of the Dragons spoke, a lieutenant of the gang apparently…Scales…something ridiculous like that, a thin finger jabbing into Alastair’s chest “We won’t ask again”

Alastair gave a short smile to the Dragons that circled around him “Please…can we take this outside” his voice coming out gently as he strode quickly through the open doorway, pulling a white handkerchief from his pocket and tying it across the lower half of his face. The action was more ritual than a way to really conceal his identity. He turned to face the Dragons, they moved like an ill-tempered swarm of ants. Their colours emblazoned upon their clothing, three stepped forward. Alastair fell into a stance that felt all too familiar; hands in the pockets of his pants and his upper body leaning back gently into a curve. He smiled underneath the white mask he wore and lifted his right leg up, bent at the knee and ready to strike.

The Dragons didn't return to the Atelier after that day.

Alastair snapped from his revelry as he watched Angelo’s fledgling gang begin to crumble already. The woman, who was admittedly rather cute, cut down one of the guys who had already showed himself to be a bit of a thick skulled human being. Alastair gave a short sigh and cleared his throat “I suggest you two simmer down and leave that misappropriated anger at the door” his head titled gently as he pulled himself off the chair and stood, hands in pocket and a grin on his lips “and save it for the people shaking down the stores” he gave a short shrug and he looked pointedly at the guy that was just chewed out by the girl and smiled as he started spouting about her sitting on the sidelines. He rolled his shoulders gently and gave a little whistling noise “A sexist too…I think I NEED to kick your ass now…just on principal…”

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Jangel13 said
not unless she busts you on your ass first lol

He might like that.

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Alastair sighed gently, his fingers brushing quickly through his snow white hair. Underneath the brushed away fringe and the thin glasses lay bright green eyes, focused on the book in front of him. He looked over the paragraphs he was meant to be studying for his ancient history class, his free hand twirling a pen before scribbling a few notes on the honour code of the Japanese Samurai. Naturally his assignment choice would be a government necessitated marital artist, what else would he study. He gave a short grin at the librarian assistant, a bespectacled girl with long black hair, brushed past him. That grin turned into a devastatingly charming and slightly lop sided smile before his eyes snapped back to his book. He was lucky that he had free time right now, his pen twirling between his fingers as he thought upon what Angelo had asked of him.

“Take back our streets? Are you nuts Angelo?” Alastair had said exasperated with his old friend. Angelo never was one to think of himself and the black eye and laceration he bore on him that day told him that was not a turning point to return from here. Alastair gave a short sigh and simply nodded “Fine…I can’t really say no…just…maybe round up more than the two of us?” He laughed as he waved Angelo off and went back to work in the atelier of his Master. Alastair received quite the training session that afternoon.

Alastair shut the book, the thick slap sounding out through the hushed silence of the library. The assistant gave a small cute squeal of surprise and Alastair took that as his sign to leave, walking out of the building quickly. He knew exactly where to go as the bell rang out and signified a break for the school. He opened the door to find Angelo, three unknown males and the new exchange smoking. The three unknowns seemed to be fighting amongst themselves before pointing questions at Angelo. Alastair just jammed his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and took a seat, kicking his feet up on a spare table “How quaint…” He said idly, pushing back with his feet and tilting the chair. His green eyes flicked up and looked at the roof, as he absently began humming the notes…or at least a rough approximation of the notes of one of Mozart’s violin concertos.

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Kilo6 said
Alright! Here is my character: Whoops! Forgot the image.

Damn. Alastair will be pleased....XD

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Jangel13 said
question when you mention all of those types you mean that you combined them into a mixed martial arts designed for leg power and not fist power?

Yeah essentially

The streets of blood and honor

Name: Alastair Kuruz

Nickname: Snow

Age: 19

Looks:


Personality: Alistair is the quintessential ladies man; perpetually in nice suits, his snow white hair with just the perfect amount of mess to it, always ready with a line or an easy going smile. He is easy to get along with and hard to hate, always willing to be the butt of some of his "rougher" friends jokes about his immaculate nails or the fact he has no physical scars. He is always willing to help a friend and will always attempt his hardest to protect friends from harm.

History: Alastair was born to an average family. A nuclear family; two loving parents, him being the eldest of three siblings. Inevitably, as life always has a way of causing problems for people that have been leading simple lives, Alastair’s father was laid off. With no income coming in through his father who fell into drinking through a deep depression and his mother steadfast in looking after his younger brother and sister, it fell to Alastair to keep the family…alive. That is where Ren came into his life. Ren saw Alastair looking jobs and took him to his place of work, an Atelier.

Beginning as a sweeper, cleaning the atelier of the wood shavings and other mess that was left around the workshop, Alastair began to adapt Ren’s style of life to his own. Ren was a notorious womanizer and as such, he needed a way of protecting himself. With his hands necessary to create his violins and play them, he had dedicated his early life in creating a martial art used to protect his hands from harm. Ren passed this on to Alastair as part of his training.

Fighting Style: A mixed martial art designed to keep the users hands protected. Uses kicks and leg strikes borrowed from Capoeira, Kung Fu and Taekwondo.

Strengths:
- Very fast and agile
- Able to think quick and adjust to situations
- Intelligent

Weaknesses:
- Women, Alistair is easily distracted by the opposite sex and will not harm them.
- Weak. Alistair focuses on numerous light strikes and thus doesn't have excessive force behind his blows.

Your Master: Ren Lazaruz

The streets of blood and honor

This looks interesting. I have a few ideas if you're willing to take in more.

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I just played Megaman and X....soooo....I'm lost ^_^ still interested though.

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The Kreos Strain

I literally made Meteora Ignis last night before I went to bed. Should've posted em earlier xD

I have other ideas though. Will have a basic character and some strains up within the next few hours.