Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2012 18:50:40 GMT -5
:Name:
Ryuto
:Race:
Human
:Gender:
Male
:Age:
Seven
:Aura color:
Gray
:Appearance:
Ryuto has long, wild, unkempt brown hair. His bangs are parted in the middle and curl down just past his eyebrows while the rest of his hair spikes out in all directions, with the spikes top-center of his head having a slight slant to the left.
Like his hair, his eyebrows are brown, as are his eyes. Being a small child, his nose is narrow and slightly upturned, as he has yet to grow into it. Likewise, his eyes are large for his face, gentle and round.
The lithe boy is of average height for his age and much more muscular than the average child, due to his lifestyle as a martial artist. He wears a black, short-sleeved, form-fitting turtleneck made of out of a soft, athletic material, and above that a bright orange gi. Matching his undershirt are black fingerless gloves that extend just past the wrist, a black sash, and black martial arts shoes. Like his gi top, his pants are baggy and a matching orange, tapered just above the ankle where his baggy white legwarmers/socks begin.
:Techniques:
:Starting Planet:
Earth
:History:
The year was 1800; Although many great going-ons took place amongst the galaxy, for a farming couple just west of Satan City, nothing was more exciting - or frightening - than the very subject of this story: the birth of their son, Ryuto.
The small child was born in a time of relative peace, thankfully. For the first seven years of his life he was raised as a gentle, disciplined farmhand, with his free time (what little of it he had) spent sating his adventurous heart and curious mind, typically by exploring the areas around his home.
You see, his birth wasn't planned, no, quite the opposite. The farm wasn't exactly prosperous, so they lived on what they could, which meant the little boy was forced to carry his weight as soon as he was physically able. That's not to say it didn't have its benefits. He learned responsibility much sooner than other children his age, and, not to mention, work on a farm was physically demanding. He was quite the spruce young boy, to be sure.
And, as if their meager means wasn't enough of a deterrent to have children, just a year after he was born the galactic factions came to a short truce of only five years. With each passing year the odds of a continuing peace looked slimmer and slimmer, filling Ryuto's parents with a sense of dread and regret, for though they had not planned on his birth, they loved their son as much as any parents could. The idea of him growing up amidst an intergalactic war frightened them, but one thing frightened them even more: Earth losing that war.
In 1807, after Ryuto had finished his daily chores, he snuck off to explore and play. When the time came for supper his father went out to retrieve him, and what did he find? Ryuto hopping around play-fighting invisible enemies of the imagination. When he asked his young son what he was doing, the boy responded, "I know how much you and Mom are scared of the space people, so I'm practicing!" Whether it was the genuineness, the innocent, or the fact that his child, so young, was already concerned with things like planetary invasion, his father began to tear up.
As distressing as it was, that moment did serve a purpose. It helped his parents come to terms with the reality of the situation. The two sold most of their assets so as to pay for Ryuto's trip to Mt. Paozu to enroll him in an academy where he could be a real asset to the future. Their belief was that, in the event that the peace treaty didn't hold up, the academy would be one of the safest places on Earth, not to mention that the training would be invaluable, as would Ryuto a defender of the people.
That's the truth of it. It wasn't anything as cynical as living vicariously through their son, or simply wanting to get rid of him so they could go back to affording an easier life, no, it the only way they perceived they, simple farmers, could protect him.
:Items:
200x Zenie
2x Senzu Beans
1x One-Use Space Pod
Ryuto
:Race:
Human
:Gender:
Male
:Age:
Seven
:Aura color:
Gray
:Appearance:
Ryuto has long, wild, unkempt brown hair. His bangs are parted in the middle and curl down just past his eyebrows while the rest of his hair spikes out in all directions, with the spikes top-center of his head having a slight slant to the left.
Like his hair, his eyebrows are brown, as are his eyes. Being a small child, his nose is narrow and slightly upturned, as he has yet to grow into it. Likewise, his eyes are large for his face, gentle and round.
The lithe boy is of average height for his age and much more muscular than the average child, due to his lifestyle as a martial artist. He wears a black, short-sleeved, form-fitting turtleneck made of out of a soft, athletic material, and above that a bright orange gi. Matching his undershirt are black fingerless gloves that extend just past the wrist, a black sash, and black martial arts shoes. Like his gi top, his pants are baggy and a matching orange, tapered just above the ankle where his baggy white legwarmers/socks begin.
:Techniques:
- Bukujutsu: The ability to fly with one's ki.
- Haikyuken: You treat your opponent like a volleyball and hit them around volleyball style.
- Masenko: You raise both hands over your head and place them together, one over another, and then charge a ki blast similar to the Kamehameha.
:Starting Planet:
Earth
:History:
The year was 1800; Although many great going-ons took place amongst the galaxy, for a farming couple just west of Satan City, nothing was more exciting - or frightening - than the very subject of this story: the birth of their son, Ryuto.
The small child was born in a time of relative peace, thankfully. For the first seven years of his life he was raised as a gentle, disciplined farmhand, with his free time (what little of it he had) spent sating his adventurous heart and curious mind, typically by exploring the areas around his home.
You see, his birth wasn't planned, no, quite the opposite. The farm wasn't exactly prosperous, so they lived on what they could, which meant the little boy was forced to carry his weight as soon as he was physically able. That's not to say it didn't have its benefits. He learned responsibility much sooner than other children his age, and, not to mention, work on a farm was physically demanding. He was quite the spruce young boy, to be sure.
And, as if their meager means wasn't enough of a deterrent to have children, just a year after he was born the galactic factions came to a short truce of only five years. With each passing year the odds of a continuing peace looked slimmer and slimmer, filling Ryuto's parents with a sense of dread and regret, for though they had not planned on his birth, they loved their son as much as any parents could. The idea of him growing up amidst an intergalactic war frightened them, but one thing frightened them even more: Earth losing that war.
In 1807, after Ryuto had finished his daily chores, he snuck off to explore and play. When the time came for supper his father went out to retrieve him, and what did he find? Ryuto hopping around play-fighting invisible enemies of the imagination. When he asked his young son what he was doing, the boy responded, "I know how much you and Mom are scared of the space people, so I'm practicing!" Whether it was the genuineness, the innocent, or the fact that his child, so young, was already concerned with things like planetary invasion, his father began to tear up.
As distressing as it was, that moment did serve a purpose. It helped his parents come to terms with the reality of the situation. The two sold most of their assets so as to pay for Ryuto's trip to Mt. Paozu to enroll him in an academy where he could be a real asset to the future. Their belief was that, in the event that the peace treaty didn't hold up, the academy would be one of the safest places on Earth, not to mention that the training would be invaluable, as would Ryuto a defender of the people.
That's the truth of it. It wasn't anything as cynical as living vicariously through their son, or simply wanting to get rid of him so they could go back to affording an easier life, no, it the only way they perceived they, simple farmers, could protect him.
:Items:
200x Zenie
2x Senzu Beans
1x One-Use Space Pod
**I'd like Ryuto to be a little bit weaker than the average human, as would be expected from someone so young.**
I'll make him slightly weaker PL wise, but not a lot. 