Post by Nou Hiroaki on Feb 10, 2011 23:53:05 GMT -5
(Nathan Morid Quazer)
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" Try Cleaning Up Your Own Mess For Once "
Fighting for blood is a wasteful sport.[/b]
What do I do when everyones dead.[/color][/center]
FULL NAME: Nathan Morid Quazer
NICKNAMES: Nate, N.A., Quazer
GENDER: Male
AGE: 16
SEXUALITY: Straight
AFFILIATION: Keybearer
CLASS: Warrior
CANON OR ORIGINAL: ORIGINAL
HOME WORLD: Twilight Town
FACE CLAIM: Unknown
" I don't want to wait for my friends to need me."
[/b]When they need me, I'll be there.[/color][/font][/center]
LIKES: Swords Arts, Sparring, Hanging with friends, Martial Arts, Struggle Tournament.
DISLIKES: Adults for the most part, School, Bullies, Annoying Girls, Sweets, Non-Contact Sports.
STRENGTHS: Skilled in Swordsplay and Martial Arts, Strategic Mind, Agile and Quick.
WEAKNESSES: Impulsive, Stubborn Headed, Inattentive, Afraid of the ocean, Impatient, Short-Tempered.
WEAPON(s): Keyblade (hopefully) SunSet Ender ( sword in picture)
APPEARANCE:: Nathan has fairly darker skin than the majority population of Twilight Town. Standing at a height of 5'7" he stands with his peers at eye level. His weight however has been describe as unusual by many considering he eats whenever possible and hardly gains fat. He is quite slander and lives with a slim build, he doesn't have abs or muscle but keeps his body slim and quick for precise slices and powerful cuts. He has dark silver hair and grey slate eyes that seems to peer in your heart. He wears his hair with two large bangs framing his head and lets the rest fall in place.
Most people would think that he wears his training gear all the time. But really he just trains most of the time. His training gear closely resembles that of a Shihakushō with slight changes that he gave it. When at school he wears a high collared jacket with a zipper resembling that of a star. He lives the jacket unzip revealing a black shirt with three white horizontal stripes coming from the shoulder to the chest it fits him perfectly and stops at his waist. His bottom wear consist of dark blue baggy shorts that is adorn with a black knee length sash around his left leg. He usually wears sneakers that are usually color themed with his clothes. When doing tasks that will expend energy he would most likely wear his training gear.
PERSONALITY: Nathan is a impulsive, short tempered, impatient teenager. He tends to express his opinion even if it's unwelcome. He comes off as aggressive and overprotective being the first in line to protect his friends or balance out unfair fights. He can be arrogant, confident, and straight out cocky especially if it comes to skills with a blade. When angry he tends to vent it all out in fighting sometimes holding it in for more than a week and letting it out. He can sometime become blinded when fighting not wanting to be told the truth or hear anyone out just purely lashing out at anything he that he can (excluding friends ). He is extremely independent due to the fact that his father died due to illness rather early in his life. He brings the food home and takes care of his little sister more than his mom, though now a days she takes care of herself.
Nathan has in incredible combat centered mind when not angry and thinking clearly. He has shown great potential for fighting. When in combat he is reluctant to think. Trying to beat his opponents with precise slashes and strong cuts. Must of the time it takes an extremely strong opponent to push him to strategical thinking. He relies on instinct for the most part and sorta just let them guide him in battle. Nathan puts on a tough act but deep inside is very kind. If you examine him close enough he sorta hesitantly lets girls do whatever they want when around him.
HISTORY: When Nathan was seven he was met with the choice of changing from a child to becoming an adult or simply staying the same little kid that everybody was use too. You see his father was quite ill and had been since he was young. His father who renowned for his fighting skills and was quite distressed about actually losing to a disease and has sense given up on recovering. Leaving his son and daughter with there mother and ill will towards him. Nathan unwilling changed, leaving behind his childhood and stepped up to become the man of the house. His father died a few day before his eight birthday leaving his birthday very unusual.
3 years later the family has become more or less normal. His sister is now 9 and just independent as he is. She tends to do the laundry and has made Nathan's life fairly easy. His mom has decided to take on most of the duties, but can't seeing as she also works. Nathan and his family lives a rather clean and good life. His mother gets paid good money seeing as she runs one of the magic shops and receives money from his grandfather who runs a swordsman dojo. A dojo that he has been attending for many years now, so many in fact that at this age he has started developing his own swordplay style.
At the age of thirteen his daily chores became nothing but mere routine. He now trains some of the junior members at his Grandfathers dojo. One night as he was locking up the dojo, he begin to hear strange noises coming from the back of his grandfathers room. Him being fearless and considering himself strong like his grandfather decided to check it out. Once he entered the room he would see several heartless rampaging through his grandfathers belongings. He instinctively yelled at them, feeling that they were disrespecting his granddad and everything he had done here. He drew SunSets End and faced them in combat, finding himself being overpowered. It wasn't difficult cutting them or even decapitating them it was the fact that they kept coming back. It was like cutting black smoke. It was a harsh reality to face, for he had to run. Their was nothing he could do so he ran until he reached home and could call his grandfather.
Once there his grandfather told him that their was nothing there and that nothing was stolen. They took it as a joke and was none to please at it in fact. Nathan was sure of what he saw and decided to keep it to himself, seeing as whoever or whatever it was decided to keep it secret from everyone else and was not gonna let there presence be known to anyone. This moment maintained with him, from reoccurring dreams of dark figures with yellow eyes. To him being engulf in a veil of them. It wasn't to say scary as it was difficult to deal with at his young age.
It took him several years for him to grow accustom to these dreams. They now fuel a desire to go against these fiends. They fuel his training causing him to push himself further than before. His high school life has not yet been full developed thanks to his constant training. Though he has gained a couple of friends due to the dojo and it's students. He has proven himself strong enough to handle any student at the dojo and on certain occasions even his grandfather. When his strikes and attacks was fuel with rage, anger, and sometimes fear. In his two years since he met the dark figures he has entered a sport that has grown popular in Twilight Town called Struggle. He has been call by many as the " White Striker " due to his hair and the way he battles. Nathan is a natural thanks to his swordsplay and physical training. All of this just so that he can possibly beat the heartless one day.
Power or Peace it all comes down to choice.
[/b]If I had the choice I would want the power to protect you.[/color]
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We all fight for something.[/b]
Now I just have to figure out what it is.[/color]
The day drug on as usual with the teacher ending her usual lecture with a rather boring homework assignment. Nathan rested his head in his hand as he looked towards the tree outside. For some reason he couldn't help but feel like a outsider when it came to school. He wasn't bad at it, he just didn't feel in his environment when he was there. He pushed his chair back and placed his books in his bag once the bell rung. He walked out with his loner aura fully engaged, which for some reason always attracted one girl to him. It was his close childhood friend Ann and she once again came up rubbing his hair ravishingly. He grabbed her hand and pushed it away " Why do you always do that. I told you before I didn't like it. " she simply smiled as she twirled around with her giddy attitude " It's fun to see you get mad, when you try so hard to be cool. " they continued to walk down the hall. His brows twitched a little as an agitated looked appeared " Try to act cool...I don't try to act cool. That's stupid... Be..Besides why are you hear anyway , your class is downstairs. " she slowed next to him " Do I need a reason to want to hang with my friend. " Nathan continued walking before stopping infront of the stairs " I guess not. " after saying that they had a silent stare at each other eyes. Ann's short blonde hair which was placed in pony tails was unusually placed in her eyes. Nathan who was just close enough to her to move it without feeing weird did just that. Ann however had a different interpretation she liked him and unfortunately for her it was one of those situation that he just so happen to be unaware of. She became loss in his eyes as he left her standing there. She shook from her trance and turned her head his way " Hey!! Where are you going? " Nathan who was down the hall turned casually as he walked " To class. You should head down the stair to class as-well. I wouldn't want you to be late now. " his hand pointed towards the stairs before he walked around the corner to his next class. To bad for her he had usually skipped this class and headed for the roof to train on his swordplay.
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