Post by xxalexanderxx on Aug 22, 2007 22:24:24 GMT -5
Name-Haato Kowareta-Chi (Name means 'Heart Broken Blood')
Age-16
Date of Birth-4/20/90
Homelands-Land of The Broken
Race- Vampire
Class- Black Mage
Final- Deadly Blood
(name of attack)
[description]
-Haato cuts his wrist open, but has to be careful to not cut a vein. He chants a magic spell, making the dripping blood poisonous then attacks the enemy, prying the persons mouth open and dripping the blood down their throat. It’s more of a game of chicken, to see who will drop first; Either Haato will run dry of blood…Or the enemy will swallow too much poison…
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{Weapon information}
The Yami-Shi Staff
physical description
A black staff tinted with red that goes up to Haato's hip, it is carved to a point on the bottom. It's always with him, but hidden in the dark depths of his coat.
{Amour Information}
No amour
{Accessory Information}
A white steel emblem ring wrapped at the shoulder of Haato’s left arm. It’s called a Yami Yubiwa (Dark Ring) and was put on by the people of his homelands after he caught the ‘Infection’
[physical description]
It’s literally the master ring of Haato’s life, it controls everything about him; from turning into a vampire to taking most of his magic. It also allows him to be able to maneuver in the sunlight, but even with this small ‘luxury’ the Yami Yubiwa leaves Haato weak and miserable; so really his life is a living Hell.
{Physical Description}
Haato is long and dangly, as tall as the top of a 6 '4' door and skinny through several forgotten meals. He has the palest complexion, due to fearing the sun, and his usual outfit consist of a waist long black army jacket covering a ragged torn black Stutterfly Band Shirt ripped at a sleeve , and faded black jeans shredded at the knees, which often make it appear as if he’s wearing shorts. (He Hates shorts though-_-)
Long shaggy hair mops into Haato’s skinny face most of the time, usual disrupting the view of his gray eyes which reflect years of loneliness and confinement. People rarely see him with a smile on his face, and instead he reacts with a cold scowl or a smug smirk.
{Background}
Born like every other human, his parents were Houchi and Ai Kowareta-Chi. A normal family of three by any nature, or so many people thought…Haato’s father Houchi was never really around for Haato’s childhood, always away on business, and his Mother , without any explanations for her only child, would vanish for nights on ends, leaving Haato to care for himself, with a simple ‘Goodbye Love’ and a fridge full of cold leftovers. Haato, thinking lightly of his parents, never really thought much bad of his mother and father, thinking his mother only left to work, and nothing else. At the age of 10, Houchi left for a 5 year business trip and Ai took this opportunity to leave the house for good, only returning for the occasional moments.
Years of neglect and being forgotten, really got through to Haato as he turned to the age of 13, and his grades in school, dropped to the point of flunking out, but he didn’t care, and the overly caring teachers irritated him, so he dropped out. Eating became a nuisance , and the sun hurt his eyes; so for years, he didn’t eat right and spent his days inside his house, watching his mother enter and leave without so much as a word to him. In his spare time, Haato picked up a magic and spells book from the library and began mesmerizing the enchantions and with this he learned magic. He then carried the book everywhere, lost in the endless dark void of his coat.
15 year old Haato was the best example of a depressed Emo kid in this world, and a month before his 16th birthday, his father retuned home, and even though a 2nd nature instinct for most Dad’s to do when they see their son again after 5 years would be to embrace the boy and catch up in his life, Houchi only walked in, set his suitcase on the table, looked at Haato with cold eyes and sneered, “Cut your hair boy, and clean this dump up!” and left the room. Haato, glared at the floor with bitter resentment and grabbed the suitcase throwing it open to find it full of veils, thousands of veils filled to the brim with a mahogany colored liquid. “T-this…This is the thing Father left me for…this is the thing that screwed my life up!?!?” He growled, years of pain and silent hate bubbled up, and out of frustration, he slammed the suitcase close and flung it across the room. The suitcase hit the wall and burst open, the veils all falling to the floor and exploding. Next thing Haato knew, He was on the floor, his head throbbing in an insane way, in a room full of gas and he heard his father run in the room and yell “What the hell Is going on?!” He looked up and a feeling overcame him, a holding urge, and before he could stop himself, Haato leapt on his father and attacked him. When Haato came to his senses, his father lay dead at his feet, and blood smeared his hands and clothes, a delicious flavor lingered in his mouth. “W-what….The hell…Is Happening!!?!!” Haato howled out, gripping his skull at the temples from agony. Out of pure bad luck, at that exact moment, his mother came through the front door. Many shrieks and a phone call later, a numerous amount of FBI members burst through the door and tackled the pained boy to the floor. They dragged Haato to a secretive lab and experimented on him as if he was a dissected frog. A month past in which he was told nothing and was experimented on day and night., only realizing his condition by a misplaced word at the wrong time. A week before his birthday, the experiment-ist locked the Yami Yubiwa on Haato’s shoulder and declared his life shit. They tested on him a bit more before he was let out. Upon return home on his 16th b-day, his mother decided to take the house, and refused to let a ‘Monster like him’ through the door.
So now, diagnosed a beast, given a device that messed his life up more than normal, and homeless, Haato trudged through the streets of the town, people fearing and shunning him as he walked, men throwing stuff at his head, and more than once, a crowd of people chased him off.
As the day came to an end, Haato , sprawled on a dumpy park bench, fell off in a restless sleep. Woken up by a sound thump on his head, Haato opened his eyes to find that the sun was barely welcoming the morning. He turned his head and was face to face with a man, sporting messy orange hair ‘pon his head and icy blue eyes. “’The Hell do you want?” He slurred out. The man stood up and revealed himself to be rather tall , carrying himself in a gentle stride. “I’m not going to repeat myself.” Haato snapped as he got in a sitting position. “I’m taking you away…” Is all the man said, he spoke in a weird accent, and he didn’t look like he was native to The Land Of The Broken. “Yeah? And who are you to think I’ll go wit’ you?” Haato sneered and with a disgruntled groan stood up, himself only being a few feet shorter than the man. “You want to stay here and be abused by these…these…people? Savages more like it, no?” The man stated with a devilish smirk. “There any place for vampires dude? Do you even know what or who I am?” Haato questioned with a frown. “Of course, to both of your questions…You are a vampire, like myself, and like another of my young vampires, I have planned to take you to a school-” Haato stopped listening right there and turned to leave. “School? Hah! I’m not going-” Suddenly the man was in front of him again. “How the-” “Let me finish…The school is named Twilight Moon Academy, and there you will learn how to control your powers and appreciate your new race.” Haato brushed the man off. “As I said, I’m not going to any school-” The man looked angry, and pushed Haato back in front of him. “My name is Mizu-Chi, you may call me Chi-Oji-” “Blood Prince? What are-” Haato yet again interrupted. “I am a vampire, born full, and have never dealt with someone like yourself…The other one was much more reasonable…” He sighed. “But nonetheless, I’m going to help you, and maybe you’ll be a little less…” Mizu-Chi trailed off. “No thanks, I’ll be okay.” Haato insisted as he began to walk off again. “There will be teachers who will teach you how to hone your magic…and will teach you Dark Magic aswell…” Haato froze at the words Dark Magic, and turned to Mizu-Chi. “Seriously?” Mizu-Chi nodded with a smile, he had caughten the boy’s attention. “Yes, now will you let me take you there?” Haato stopped to think and looked back up with an unusual smile. “What if you tell me where this Academy is and I’ll take myself there?” Mizu-Chi frowned at this, but sighed in defeat, knowing that a suitable arrangement might take hours to settle, and the sun was coming up quickly. “Fine, Let’s go some place shady and I’ll tell you which roads you will need to take in order to get to Twilight Moon.”
An hour later Haato strode out of The Land of The Broken with a few coins in his pocket, information in his head, and the vampire hidden in the shadows watching him leave. “That kids sense of emo-ness is scary…” Is what Mizu-Chi shuddered before fading off into the darkness…
1 month later Haato strolled on uncaringly into the area of Twilight Moon Academy. His magic had enabled him to gather animals for food and blood, and if it wasn’t for his aloof motivation, he would have gotten there sooner… “Eh…Stupid coldness…” Was all he muttered as he entered the ghost shipyard and randomly, this weird onyx eyed chick with long violet/black hair rammed him to the floor before running off with a muffled apology…Haato narrowed his eyes at the fading girl…”You shall pay…”
{Pictures}
Age-16
Date of Birth-4/20/90
Homelands-Land of The Broken
Race- Vampire
Class- Black Mage
Final- Deadly Blood
(name of attack)
[description]
-Haato cuts his wrist open, but has to be careful to not cut a vein. He chants a magic spell, making the dripping blood poisonous then attacks the enemy, prying the persons mouth open and dripping the blood down their throat. It’s more of a game of chicken, to see who will drop first; Either Haato will run dry of blood…Or the enemy will swallow too much poison…
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{Weapon information}
The Yami-Shi Staff
physical description
A black staff tinted with red that goes up to Haato's hip, it is carved to a point on the bottom. It's always with him, but hidden in the dark depths of his coat.
{Amour Information}
No amour
{Accessory Information}
A white steel emblem ring wrapped at the shoulder of Haato’s left arm. It’s called a Yami Yubiwa (Dark Ring) and was put on by the people of his homelands after he caught the ‘Infection’
[physical description]
It’s literally the master ring of Haato’s life, it controls everything about him; from turning into a vampire to taking most of his magic. It also allows him to be able to maneuver in the sunlight, but even with this small ‘luxury’ the Yami Yubiwa leaves Haato weak and miserable; so really his life is a living Hell.
{Physical Description}
Haato is long and dangly, as tall as the top of a 6 '4' door and skinny through several forgotten meals. He has the palest complexion, due to fearing the sun, and his usual outfit consist of a waist long black army jacket covering a ragged torn black Stutterfly Band Shirt ripped at a sleeve , and faded black jeans shredded at the knees, which often make it appear as if he’s wearing shorts. (He Hates shorts though-_-)
Long shaggy hair mops into Haato’s skinny face most of the time, usual disrupting the view of his gray eyes which reflect years of loneliness and confinement. People rarely see him with a smile on his face, and instead he reacts with a cold scowl or a smug smirk.
{Background}
Born like every other human, his parents were Houchi and Ai Kowareta-Chi. A normal family of three by any nature, or so many people thought…Haato’s father Houchi was never really around for Haato’s childhood, always away on business, and his Mother , without any explanations for her only child, would vanish for nights on ends, leaving Haato to care for himself, with a simple ‘Goodbye Love’ and a fridge full of cold leftovers. Haato, thinking lightly of his parents, never really thought much bad of his mother and father, thinking his mother only left to work, and nothing else. At the age of 10, Houchi left for a 5 year business trip and Ai took this opportunity to leave the house for good, only returning for the occasional moments.
Years of neglect and being forgotten, really got through to Haato as he turned to the age of 13, and his grades in school, dropped to the point of flunking out, but he didn’t care, and the overly caring teachers irritated him, so he dropped out. Eating became a nuisance , and the sun hurt his eyes; so for years, he didn’t eat right and spent his days inside his house, watching his mother enter and leave without so much as a word to him. In his spare time, Haato picked up a magic and spells book from the library and began mesmerizing the enchantions and with this he learned magic. He then carried the book everywhere, lost in the endless dark void of his coat.
15 year old Haato was the best example of a depressed Emo kid in this world, and a month before his 16th birthday, his father retuned home, and even though a 2nd nature instinct for most Dad’s to do when they see their son again after 5 years would be to embrace the boy and catch up in his life, Houchi only walked in, set his suitcase on the table, looked at Haato with cold eyes and sneered, “Cut your hair boy, and clean this dump up!” and left the room. Haato, glared at the floor with bitter resentment and grabbed the suitcase throwing it open to find it full of veils, thousands of veils filled to the brim with a mahogany colored liquid. “T-this…This is the thing Father left me for…this is the thing that screwed my life up!?!?” He growled, years of pain and silent hate bubbled up, and out of frustration, he slammed the suitcase close and flung it across the room. The suitcase hit the wall and burst open, the veils all falling to the floor and exploding. Next thing Haato knew, He was on the floor, his head throbbing in an insane way, in a room full of gas and he heard his father run in the room and yell “What the hell Is going on?!” He looked up and a feeling overcame him, a holding urge, and before he could stop himself, Haato leapt on his father and attacked him. When Haato came to his senses, his father lay dead at his feet, and blood smeared his hands and clothes, a delicious flavor lingered in his mouth. “W-what….The hell…Is Happening!!?!!” Haato howled out, gripping his skull at the temples from agony. Out of pure bad luck, at that exact moment, his mother came through the front door. Many shrieks and a phone call later, a numerous amount of FBI members burst through the door and tackled the pained boy to the floor. They dragged Haato to a secretive lab and experimented on him as if he was a dissected frog. A month past in which he was told nothing and was experimented on day and night., only realizing his condition by a misplaced word at the wrong time. A week before his birthday, the experiment-ist locked the Yami Yubiwa on Haato’s shoulder and declared his life shit. They tested on him a bit more before he was let out. Upon return home on his 16th b-day, his mother decided to take the house, and refused to let a ‘Monster like him’ through the door.
So now, diagnosed a beast, given a device that messed his life up more than normal, and homeless, Haato trudged through the streets of the town, people fearing and shunning him as he walked, men throwing stuff at his head, and more than once, a crowd of people chased him off.
As the day came to an end, Haato , sprawled on a dumpy park bench, fell off in a restless sleep. Woken up by a sound thump on his head, Haato opened his eyes to find that the sun was barely welcoming the morning. He turned his head and was face to face with a man, sporting messy orange hair ‘pon his head and icy blue eyes. “’The Hell do you want?” He slurred out. The man stood up and revealed himself to be rather tall , carrying himself in a gentle stride. “I’m not going to repeat myself.” Haato snapped as he got in a sitting position. “I’m taking you away…” Is all the man said, he spoke in a weird accent, and he didn’t look like he was native to The Land Of The Broken. “Yeah? And who are you to think I’ll go wit’ you?” Haato sneered and with a disgruntled groan stood up, himself only being a few feet shorter than the man. “You want to stay here and be abused by these…these…people? Savages more like it, no?” The man stated with a devilish smirk. “There any place for vampires dude? Do you even know what or who I am?” Haato questioned with a frown. “Of course, to both of your questions…You are a vampire, like myself, and like another of my young vampires, I have planned to take you to a school-” Haato stopped listening right there and turned to leave. “School? Hah! I’m not going-” Suddenly the man was in front of him again. “How the-” “Let me finish…The school is named Twilight Moon Academy, and there you will learn how to control your powers and appreciate your new race.” Haato brushed the man off. “As I said, I’m not going to any school-” The man looked angry, and pushed Haato back in front of him. “My name is Mizu-Chi, you may call me Chi-Oji-” “Blood Prince? What are-” Haato yet again interrupted. “I am a vampire, born full, and have never dealt with someone like yourself…The other one was much more reasonable…” He sighed. “But nonetheless, I’m going to help you, and maybe you’ll be a little less…” Mizu-Chi trailed off. “No thanks, I’ll be okay.” Haato insisted as he began to walk off again. “There will be teachers who will teach you how to hone your magic…and will teach you Dark Magic aswell…” Haato froze at the words Dark Magic, and turned to Mizu-Chi. “Seriously?” Mizu-Chi nodded with a smile, he had caughten the boy’s attention. “Yes, now will you let me take you there?” Haato stopped to think and looked back up with an unusual smile. “What if you tell me where this Academy is and I’ll take myself there?” Mizu-Chi frowned at this, but sighed in defeat, knowing that a suitable arrangement might take hours to settle, and the sun was coming up quickly. “Fine, Let’s go some place shady and I’ll tell you which roads you will need to take in order to get to Twilight Moon.”
An hour later Haato strode out of The Land of The Broken with a few coins in his pocket, information in his head, and the vampire hidden in the shadows watching him leave. “That kids sense of emo-ness is scary…” Is what Mizu-Chi shuddered before fading off into the darkness…
1 month later Haato strolled on uncaringly into the area of Twilight Moon Academy. His magic had enabled him to gather animals for food and blood, and if it wasn’t for his aloof motivation, he would have gotten there sooner… “Eh…Stupid coldness…” Was all he muttered as he entered the ghost shipyard and randomly, this weird onyx eyed chick with long violet/black hair rammed him to the floor before running off with a muffled apology…Haato narrowed his eyes at the fading girl…”You shall pay…”
{Pictures}