Post by Professor Garou Akki on Jul 24, 2009 21:44:43 GMT -5
"Fly high and only look to the air, not to the ground."
OOC:
Full Name: Will
Age: 17
other characters: None yet.
Basics:
Name: Garou Akki
Nick name: Garou
Age: 25
Powers type: Wind
Occupation: Teacher
Actor/Actress: Christian Bale
Male/Female: Male
Sexual orientation: Straight
In depth:
Appearance:
He has brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a very lazy demeanor. He is about 6 foot 9 inches with an athletic, slender build, making him seem even more distant. When upset, thbe wind seems to pick up around him powerfully.
Abilities: Able to manipulate the wind to his will.
Personality: Garou at first glance is a distant lazy teacher, but that is not all he is. He is really a nice guy to his friends. Although he never liked rules, he realizes that they are there, hence why he inforces them. He tries to stay as a calm and collected, but bringing up the war tends to make him upset. Most importantly he tries to treat everyone with respect unless they have wronged him.
Dislikes:
-Bullies
-Guns
-Rules
Likes:
-Naps
-Swordfighting
-Music
-Helping kids
Weapon of choice: Dual katana/ Knives
Weakness: He tends to be a little overly emotional, causing him to lose focus and control and he is also very lazy, making him unlikely to care enough to fight or step into an argument.
Family:
Urufu Akki (Father/ Deceased)
Lei Akki (Mother/ Deceased)
Sasu Akki (Brother/30/ Prison)
History:
Background:
Garou was only a baby when he was left on the door step of the Akki family, but at that moment, he was instantly taken in and watched after lovingly night and day by his brother, father, and mother, who altogether ran a weapons shop. Throughout his childhood, Garou was taught by his parents how foolish the war was and told Garou to never take part in it. At the young age of 7, Garou began training with his brother and father in the art of kung-fu. For years Garou trained his body and spirit to that of a warrior. At age 11, his father began learning to use dual katanas, and within 2 years, he surpassed his brother and was a match for his father. He was looked at as a fighting genius, but unlike his adoptive family, he had mutant powers.
He was able to manipulate the wind, which at first freaked out him and his parents, but they all began getting used to it and he even used it to his advantage, learning to throw knives by manipulating the wind and making them move faster, pierce deeper, and rarely miss. Once he was 15, he was enrolled into St Avalon. Throughout his time at the school he excelled at all of the physical classes, but sadly the other classes such as english did not interest him in the slightest, causing him to get mainly C's and rarely B's. He was very well liked and got along with everyone, even some of the teachers, even though he broke the rules every once in a while.
Once he graduated, he had no clue what to do, so for a few years, he was helping his family with their blade shop, crafting a making brillant weapons, but finally just this year, he was offered a chance to be a teacher at St. Avalon as some what of a gym teacher. Now he is just trying to get comfy with his new job and do his best as a teacher.
Sample RP: (Marco Trent in "Sanity Day" from Hevanna)
Marco was pacing his office one night, trying to think of something to do for tomorrow. Maybe he could go nuts against some random stranger or terrorize a bunch of school kids for fun. What to do, what to do. He frowned at not having plans, but he kept thinking. He sighed lightly and looked around his office. He looked in his closet and he found a suit he stole way back, matching dress shoes, a watch, and his werewolf mask. Maybe that was a sign. He said he was definitely going to terrify those little snots and he was going to enjoy every second. He went over the calender to mark the day he was planning to do it, then he froze looking at the date. He stood there for a second, then he screamed loudly, flipping over his table and punching holes into his walls. He kept screaming in anger, falling down to his knees in disbelief.
He stared up at the clock attentively, looking to see if it was midnight. He was gripping his hair and shaking his head in anger and confusion. He had no clue what was happening to his head. He had never felt this before. It felt like his brain was melting and reforming. He was going back to how he was before the event happened. He was regaining his sanity. To him the thought being sane again was completely impossible. Ever since his life in the asylum, he was crazy, greedy, and just plain random. To experience this type of rationality was simply unknown to him. Next thing he knew, he blacked out from shock. This would normally never happen. It must have been this day.
It was eight years ago. His father John and his brother John Jr went out for a drink while he stayed home and cleaned with his mother. Although it was boring, it was fun to hang out with his mother, especially because they had such a great relationship with one another. He gave her comfort in her darkest hour and she did the same for him. She always helped him with his homework and with advice. Marco was truly loved, and he was never happier. It was safe to say that he was a momma's boy, but then it happened. They came back at 1 AM, drunk and horny. Neither of them cared, they took her into the bedroom and locked the door as Marco ran and slammed against the door, trying to get in there and stop them, but he couldn't. An hour later, the door opened, showing his mom naked and covered with blood with a knife next to the bed. His eyes filled with tears, but his face was emotionless, horrified and disgusted by this crime. A second later, his mind simply snapped like a twig. He ran to his room, getting the kusari-gama, the same one he holds today, then he went back into the room, taking down the two drunk bastards with out a single care. They killed the only one that loved him, he had to take revenge. He went back to his room, staring down the calender for hours, tears running harder down his red cheeks. Hour later, after hiding his weapon under the floor boards and calling the cops, he waited out front, the sunshine in his tears, waiting to go to jail to pay for what he did. Little did he know that going to that hell hole would utterly warp his young mind.
Marco woke up screaming. He then shuddered, seeing the time reach midnight. His eyes died down, he stood up, then he went to his closet, getting his suit and watch. He quickly changed, then took the kusari-gama and he stashed it within his jacket just in case. He turned off the traps within his home, then he walked out the front door of the asylum. He walked through the streets of Hevanna calmly for the first time in a long time. He walked around about an hour before he actually set himself to his destination. He walked past a church, shivering and thinking of his mother from when they both went there of Sundays. He ignored this weakly as he approached the entrance to the graveyard. He looked up at the sign above the gate, nearly emotionless. He had to look up his mother on the internet to find her burial place and after a long day's search, he had found it. He walked inside, looking around for the headstone. He went up the largest hill in the area, much like the one up to his asylum, then he saw her name, Emily Trent. He stood there, staring at the headstone, sad tears swelling in eyes, his face emotionless just like that night. All he could say was.....
"I love you mother........."
Now at 10 AM, he continued to stand there as people walked by and stared at him. He ignored them and his hunger, only looking at the tomb and his watch. His tears kept raining down as he stood, the wind blowing through his hair as clouds began to form above. Even the sky wanted to cry as well. Even when he is sane, he does not feel happiness. He is either insane and angry, or he is sane and sad. Unless he had some sort of miracle, he was doomed to a life void of any joy. Just as he realized this, the clouds forming above him rained down, drenching him and his suit completely. He did not even noticed the rain because of his crying. His eyes were getting red and puffy from the crying, but he did not even bother to wipe them away or rub his eyes. He was hypnotized by that grave. She was the only thing hold him to sanity. He was not sure if he ever wanted to look away from his mother's grave. Maybe being with her was the only way for him to live on in sanity. He opened the jacket of his suit, pulling out the kusari-gama. He looked at the blade as the rain splattered off of it. He then pointed it at himself, thinking of what to do to. Was this the right way.....
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