Post by Nou Hiroaki on Jan 11, 2012 16:51:37 GMT -5
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" You don't interest me in the least. Who I'm really after is Hiroaki. "- - - - - -the b a s i c s
Name: Nou Insami Hiroaki
Nicknames: Nou-kun , Insami, Sir Hiro
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Heart Of Darkness
Canon or Original: Canon-Grandchild of Vanitas
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]Height:5'7"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair Color/Style: Chestnut Brown/ Wild Unkempt
Face Claim: Layfon Wolfstein Alseif from Chromed Shelled Regios
Brief Overview:
Nou stands at about 5'7" and weighs around 140lbs. He has a lean and athletic body that has been toned from years of preparing for his families revenge. His tan skin and dark demeanor is only boosted by his vibrant cerulean eyes. The boy's strength is hidden by arms that are made of lean muscle mass and his chest and stomach is as flat as a wash board comes.
He has a mess of large spiky hair and a prominent unique bang thats swept to the side. This is easily his most distinctive feature. The boy focuses largely on the theme of excessive accessories and this can cause him to look rather cool or scary. But still many can tell just from the glare in his eyes he's a descendant from the evil Vanitas.[/left][/size]
- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes:
+ Power
+ Darkness
+ Dark Sky Stars
+ Easily Manipulated People
+ Dreams Of Kingdom Heart
Dislikes:
- Seafood
- Hot Days
- Weak people
- Animals
- People for the most part
Strengths:
+Balanced fighter
+Instinctive Battler
+Powerful Swordplay Abilities
Weaknesses:
- Can be overcome by any one stronger in any area
- Magic
- Strategies
Weapons:
Seprahal(Longsword): A blade meant to be a substitute for his keyblade until it came. He was always trained to be the strongest in his family. This blade has severely limited capabilities compared to that of a keyblade. At the most he can release a highly compressed blade of air. The blade itself is placed on his back in a sheathe placed on his back and strapped around his chest. It's durable and strong being able to combat many strong weapons. The only weapon he knows for sure it can't stand against is a keyblade.
Overview:
Nou has often been described as quite. He rarely speaks seeing as explaining anything to most people are more than useless. Most beings speak on things they don't understand and believe just because they spew big words out that they'll be understood or thought to be a great leader or something. So in order to keep from hearing this himself, he keeps quite and away from most people besides his family. Literally hating the constant jabbering of others has forced him to close his mouth to everyone.
His search for Revenge fuels his ideals and actions. Usually keeping his loyalty to himself he bows to no king nor man. Like his grandfather [Vanitas] before him he rarely shows remorse for the actions he takes and finds it fascinating to see the extent a human or being can be pushed too. While his mother believe this is because of the family's harsh way of raising him, he can only see it as being natural. For without his uncaring heart how would he use his instincts to fight.
Arrogance isn't an uncommon trait to find in Nou. Most believe he's gotten this from his grandfather [Vanitas] He underestimates his opponents greatly. Most of the time not even giving someone the time of day. He lives by the motto " The strong are given wings to fly, While the weak will crumble with the earth below. " Even while fighting he constantly mocks the strength of his opponent(s), even when being overwhelmed he'd mock his opponents strength. It's just the arrogance instill in him by his family.
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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y
[/size]Mother: Noraki Hiroaki
Father: Vanitas Hiroaki Jr
Siblings: None
Homeworld: Keyblade Graveyard
Overview:
Nou was born in the desolate, barren, wasteland known as The Keyblade Graveyard. As far as he knew it, him and his family has always been alone in that world. Silence filled the air most of the time, it was so quite there that he could stay out all night wondering the world and never have to worry about being attack or killed. It was boring and dull leaving the boy wishing for more.
As he grew older his ill grandfather would begin to fill his mind with tales of his time. It was always the same story, he would cursed the name Ventus and wish that he could have his chance again at victory. But none the less, Nou listened and in time begin to take on his grandfathers wishes, goals, and persona. His mother was very loving and concerned. She feared that her grandfather would imply his motives on him, but could never imagine that Nou's strong will would give in to it.
At the age 10 Vanitas begin to teach Nou about the other side of the Hiroaki family. The lighter side. They were all strong forces that had stopped great peril from expanding over the worlds before, so why did this concern Nou. Well that was simple to Vanitas. For some reason he saw Nou as the true inheritor of the Hiroaki power. As it was light hearts of the Hiroaki's that had the majority of power but if Vanitas had anything to do with it. It would be different this time. He would raise Nou to be strong and defeat those before him without mercy. Even if it meant spending the last years of his life teaching him.
3 years pass before Vanitas dies and leaves Nou to himself. But within those three years Vanitas had instilled enough of his essence in Nou that he was stuck in a routine that would shape and chisel his body and mind into a fighting machine. While his mother laid worried, she also tried to teach him the basics for comprehending the worlds outside and around them. The years go by once more and Nou learns of the great keyblade war and feels the darkness arising. He doesn't know how to re-act to it, but he keeps himself focused on his goal. Kill the other Hiroaki's and take control of the linage that is rightfully his.
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- - - - - -the p l a y e r
[/size]Name: Nathaniel
Age: 17
How Did You Find Us? Was here before
Roleplay Sample:
Got this from a site I Rped on recently.
His hand swiped to his side as he stood up straight, the blood on it dropped to the ground as he stared at Ignatz. The tall man held his ground with an unwavering stare that could cause the maddest of bulls to rethink they're target. But Renail was just as, if not more unwavering than the bulky male infront of him. His muscles tensed up in his arms as his body faced the east but his eyes was locked on Ignatz. Both of them was latched into a stare down that was only the start of their battle.
As the tension in the air escalated the voice of the angered Delcan interrupted them. Rising from the dirt he walked passed Ignatz and screamed at Renail " You piece of shit. That hurt ! I swear I'm gonna kill you and wear your skin as armor. " Saying this he begin to twirl the lance in his hand, pointing it towards Renail in a stance common to a lance wielder. He charge the Dragonslayer with little thought for Ignatz's earlier comment. Thrusting the lance repeated towards the boy. Renail seemed to dance gracefully around being hit, he could see the bitterness in his face, the man's pride had been hurt. Delcan seemed desperate to repay him back for it. The lance suddenly pulled back from thrusting and raised in the air, dropping down with force behind it. Dirt and gravel exploded in the air and subtly crumbled to the floor. A smile of arrogance filled the youth's usual goofy face, turning to Ignatz he spoke " See...That kid wasn't as strong as you thought. It's pathetic really. " He pulled at his lance to bring it back to his side..but he couldn't. The debris cleared and Renail foot rested silently on the pole, his body was position only inches from the boy's lance. He had skillfully dodge it.
Declan's eyes widen as Renail eyes showed his power and intent. The dragonslayer applied pressure to the staff and broke it with little effort on his part. Declan stumbled trying to regain his stance, he summon twin swords where the lance once were. Clenching his teeth he rushed Renail and swung wildly trying to cut him. Renail ducked inside of the boy swing range, kneeing him in the abdomen, his expression just as cold as before. He walk away from Declan's shocked face and towards Ignatz to resume their confrontation. Hearing the poor boy drop, Renail knew he was done with.
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