Post by Hone on Dec 10, 2012 19:13:53 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Hone Xavier Volin (after being taught a lesson, he changed his name to 'hone' which means bone in japanese)
Also Known As:
Age: 17
Height: 5.11’
Weight: 175
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: White
Birthday: May 21
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Meditating
Talents: Widdling
Favorite things: Training
Misc.: Fighting
Mental Information
Personality: Serious, quite, strategic
Mentality: Normal
Belief: “Silence is the best weapon.”
Physical Information
Build: Skinny
Defining Marks: He has three diagonal scars on the bottom of his left cheek on his face
Description: He is a Caucasian male with white, spiky hair. He's got his scars on his back from his parents abusing him. He has a fair sized nose, not to big, not to small. His teeth are shiny white, cause he is a big oral hygiene person. His ears are hard too see through the hair, but they are a little big.
He wears mostly bandages, leather, and rags. He wears a cross necklace underneath everything, which used to be his brother's. He has a pocketknife, the one he and his brother got for the desert trip, but he keeps it in a secret place.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Tae Kwon Do
Years Practiced: 12
Description of style: This is a Korean style of martial arts. “Tae Kwon Do” means ways of hand and feet. This is because we use our hands for mostly blocking (sometimes punching), and our feet mostly for kicking. This is a medium range style of fighting.
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History Information
History: Me and Jerald, my older brother, (who is now dead) had to run away from home in Texas when I was 13 years old cause our step father abused us. So when our parents left for work (which we both knew was around ten o’clock), we ditched school as soon as we could and went home. We gathered up four bottles of water, six sandwiches, and a pocketknife.
We left and walked. We kept on going and going and going (we were aiming for El Paso as our first stop). But then we had to stop cause we were worn out. That’s when we stopped in the desert (I know, that was stupid).
Later, my brother told me he was going to get some food because we were out (being dumb teens we ate all the food even before our first stop). He was probably going to hunt for a lizard or something. So I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally he came back. But he was limping. He told me a snake bit him and he wanted me to take a look at it (cause I knew a lot about that stuff). I could tell instantly it was a rattlesnake bite. I told him what it was. He and I knew this was trouble; cause there wasn’t a hospital anywhere close. I told him we had to get to a hospital. I went to grab his arm but he stopped my arm. I looked up and could see in his eyes he knew he was going to die.
I sat next to him until he peacefully died. His dying breath was for me to bury him back in Cali’ somewhere, because that's where our real father lived. I loved and honored my brother, so I promised him it would be done.
I walked to the nearest road, carrying my dead brother in my arms, and I waited for two days. But no one came.
So I gave up and followed the road. When I got to the nearest city, it looked terrible. It looked like a ghost town. I looked everywhere until I finally found someone to give me directions. He said I was in New Mexico. I asked what happened and he said a name. THE Name. Barker. He said something about the government and how it was taken over or something (I couldn’t get much out of him, he was Mexican). I was a little nervous, but I didn’t have time for that.
My hair is now white, I don’t know why but I guess it had something to do with my brother dying... I've buried my brother and I am now in California looking around with nowhere to go, no such thing as a home anymore…
This is the story of the day I cracked and changed my whole life:
It was a sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, and was so hot it felt like the Earth had moved closer to the sun by a few miles. George was doing his meditation thingy, and Juya was taking a stroll through the forest.
Zax had nothing to do. He couldn’t help but to feel like he needed to do something. Then, out of nowhere, Zax heard cheering and saw a crowd of people pumping their fist and yelling things like, “Yeah! Good swing! Keep it going! Come on!” “Finally! Something I can pound!” Zax jogged closer to see a white ring made by flour or something like that on dirt ground about 20 feet wide, and two men punching and wrestling. One of them had a bleeding nose, a busted lip, black eyes, and dozens of bruises and scrapes. He had a blonde mustache and beard, both stained by blood. His jeans were also ripped, his knees bleeding, probably from carpet burn from sliding on the ruff ground. In fact, there was blood on the dirt. He was pretty buff, too. It was quite amazing that a man like that was losing to the other one, who was about the same size. The other had a couple of bruises here and there, but nothing compared to the first one. Then Zax noticed they were calling the one who was barely hurt “Brute”.
Then all of a sudden the one they called “Brute” punched the weaker one right smack in the chin with an uppercut, and he was out. Some replied with an “ooh!” and a ‘that looked horribly painful’ look on their face. Others replied with cheers of joy and clapping. The now defeated man tried to get up, but he just fell back down on the ground.
The man that posed as a referee walked up to Brute and raised the man’s fist. Brute smiled with triumph nodding his head as if he was proclaiming ‘I DID just win.’ “Another defeat from the Brute!” More cheers roared up. “Does anyone else dare to challenge Brute?” A couple guys stepped forward and said, “I’ll take em!” “No, I’ve got this guy!” But Zax just stepped forward and said “Yeah, I haven’t kicked butt in awhile. So sure, I guess I’ll change things up a little bit and show you all Brute’s defeat.
The whole crowded became one giant whispering fest. Zax could hear things like “He’s dead meat now.”, and “Yeah, he’s toast.”, and “He should not have done that.” Even the referee looked amazed.
“Oh really?” Brute ripped his hand out of the ref’s hand. The referee ran out of the way out to the side of the ring. “What’s your name?”
Zax smiled full of pride as he said “I am Volin. Zax Volin. You have all probably heard of me.” The crowd stayed silent except for a cough.
“Alright, then, Mr. Zax Volin, let’s fight. Show them how amazingly strong and kick-ass you are.”
“I was planning on it.”
Zax got up there with a smile, pulled up his shirt sleeves, and got in a square stance. Brute rolled his eyes. Referee walked up to Zax and spoke in a voice only he could hear. “Good luck kid. Just, don’t do anything stupid. Well, stupider.” He then walked back to the middle of the ring. “Anyway, rules are no groan shots or death holds. If you go outside the ring the fight is over and the one left in the middle wins. You are not aloud to throw sand in each other’s face or do any damage to the eyes. Round 1, start!” A beautiful girl wearing nothing but a bikini walked out with a cardboard box slab with ‘Round 1’ written on it. Zax watched her go by with a smile, staying in his stance though. Then shaking out of it, he got focused back into the game. Brute ran towards Zax with a punch. Zax tried to catch the punch, but as he was distracted with one another one came back around from the other side and caught him right in the cheek, knocking Zax forward into the dirt. “Rule number 1: Don’t let your guard down on one side just because you have it on the other.” Brute said as he kicked Zax over to where Zax was looking toward the sky.
At this point Zax was still seeing stars from that last hit. But now Brute kicked him, and picked him up by his shirt collar. That alerted Zax, and he tried to struggle, but it was too late. Brute punched him in the face, throwing him out of the ring.
“Ugh, thank goodness. I don’t think I could take much more.”
The man that was being the referee walked towards Brute to grab his hand and raise it up, declaring him the winner, but Brute just pushed him down to the ground. “This one needs to be taught a listen.”
“Wait wait wait, you’re not going to kill the guy are you? I mean the fight’s over and he didn’t know what he was talking about when he said”- THWACK! Brute slapped the ref aside, throwing him back about five feet, making it look like it was nothing, still walking towards Zax.
“Oh come on! The crowd was right, I am so toast.” Zax got up and wobbled around a little bit, but he got his sense together and decided to just keep going. “Oh, is that all you got?” Zax went towards Brute with a punch, but he just caught it. “Rule number 2: Don’t. Get. Cocky.” Blam! Brute head butted Zax. Zax stumbled back, but just got angrier. He growled, trying to sound fierce, having no idea he just looked like an idiot. “That’s it!” He spat to the side, and it was red. Zax took out some bone sticks and started to swing them, yelling at the top of his lungs. Brute caught both of them, did a back flip, his feet hitting them and breaking them off. Now Brute was armed with his opponent’s own weapons. Zax looked bewildered. He couldn’t believe that- WAM!! Brute had just whacked Zax with his own sticks hard enough to the side of the face that he spun off of the ground and landed on his back. Then Brute walked up to Zax, stepped on each of his arms, and started beating Zax’s face, going and going until Zax was just about to pass out. Then he stopped, threw the sticks away, and picked Zax up by the collar again. “Rule number 3: If you ever want to intimidate someone in battle, you don’t say a word, or show a single emotion.” Brute dropped Zax, making his stomach land on Brute’s knee. When Zax landed on the ground, the words were still ringing in his ear. “Don’t say a word or a single emotion.” Brute picked him up again. “And lastly, if you want to even think about showing someone that you can fight, you need to lose this mocho man of yours. When you fight you need to shut up, stay focused, and stay serious. Otherwise, it isn’t even going to be a fight, such as right now. Once that first hit lands because of your immature mistake, the rest is like punching a bag.” Brute threw Zax to the side, walked over to the broken sticks and picked it up. He checked the end of it, then walked over to Zax. He got the sharp end and cut into Zax a broken bone. “There. To remember the day you cracked.” Brute threw the stick away and walked back toward the crowd, which was now, form all the punching and throwing, another 20 feet away.
Zax lay there, beaten, broken, and as he said, cracked. He thought about what Brute said, pain surging through his body. He could easily heal. There was a tree within arm’s reach, and grass all around him. But he didn’t want to. He had finally learned his lesson. Things would be different from now on. Never again would he be the old Zax. And just like a bone, he would grow back stronger. Tougher. He was more durable than he ever had been. He wouldn’t break as easily anymore.
He went back to the mansion, after sleeping on the ground last night and healing just enough to be able to walk. He limped up the stairs and into his room, and ripped his bandanna apart, and gathered a few other clothes to make a new look for himself. As he wrapped the cloth around his arm, he looked at his shoulder in a mirror, looking at the broken bone. He would never let that heal. He would keep that scar. He would remember what it meant for the rest of his life. Change. Change from the arrogant Zax. Change from the cocky Zax. He was now improved. He had just become a man. He was a better fighter. A better person. A better Zax.
Qi:
Dead Bone Pulse/Shikotsumyaku: Zax is able to manipulate the shape, density, location, and length of his bones. This is even true to the point of making bones grow back, replacing bones, and mending broken bones.
Applications:
Bone Generation.
Bone Regeneration.
Bone Removal.
Bone Spike Protrusion.
Dermal Armor.
Organic Attacks using bone.
Bone Constructs, including weapons, walls, or armor.
Gamble Fruit (Augments):
Zax Takes 10% more damage from physical non Qi based attacks.
Zax When making physical contact with nature, he has slight rejuvenation and healing but the nature dies.
Zax gains a Sixth sense (spider sense).
Living Status Information
Type of residence: Bleeding Mansion
Roommates: None
Stats:
Strength: 15 + 3 + 4 = 22
Dexterity: 17 + 3 = 20
Constitution: 17 + 3 = 20
Intelligence: 15 + 2 + 3 = 20
Wisdom: 15 + 2 + 3 = 20
Charisma: 15 + 3 + 4 + 5 = 27
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: Admin Verified.
Name: Hone Xavier Volin (after being taught a lesson, he changed his name to 'hone' which means bone in japanese)
Also Known As:
Age: 17
Height: 5.11’
Weight: 175
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: White
Birthday: May 21
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Meditating
Talents: Widdling
Favorite things: Training
Misc.: Fighting
Mental Information
Personality: Serious, quite, strategic
Mentality: Normal
Belief: “Silence is the best weapon.”
Physical Information
Build: Skinny
Defining Marks: He has three diagonal scars on the bottom of his left cheek on his face
Description: He is a Caucasian male with white, spiky hair. He's got his scars on his back from his parents abusing him. He has a fair sized nose, not to big, not to small. His teeth are shiny white, cause he is a big oral hygiene person. His ears are hard too see through the hair, but they are a little big.
He wears mostly bandages, leather, and rags. He wears a cross necklace underneath everything, which used to be his brother's. He has a pocketknife, the one he and his brother got for the desert trip, but he keeps it in a secret place.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Tae Kwon Do
Years Practiced: 12
Description of style: This is a Korean style of martial arts. “Tae Kwon Do” means ways of hand and feet. This is because we use our hands for mostly blocking (sometimes punching), and our feet mostly for kicking. This is a medium range style of fighting.
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History Information
History: Me and Jerald, my older brother, (who is now dead) had to run away from home in Texas when I was 13 years old cause our step father abused us. So when our parents left for work (which we both knew was around ten o’clock), we ditched school as soon as we could and went home. We gathered up four bottles of water, six sandwiches, and a pocketknife.
We left and walked. We kept on going and going and going (we were aiming for El Paso as our first stop). But then we had to stop cause we were worn out. That’s when we stopped in the desert (I know, that was stupid).
Later, my brother told me he was going to get some food because we were out (being dumb teens we ate all the food even before our first stop). He was probably going to hunt for a lizard or something. So I waited, and waited, and waited. Finally he came back. But he was limping. He told me a snake bit him and he wanted me to take a look at it (cause I knew a lot about that stuff). I could tell instantly it was a rattlesnake bite. I told him what it was. He and I knew this was trouble; cause there wasn’t a hospital anywhere close. I told him we had to get to a hospital. I went to grab his arm but he stopped my arm. I looked up and could see in his eyes he knew he was going to die.
I sat next to him until he peacefully died. His dying breath was for me to bury him back in Cali’ somewhere, because that's where our real father lived. I loved and honored my brother, so I promised him it would be done.
I walked to the nearest road, carrying my dead brother in my arms, and I waited for two days. But no one came.
So I gave up and followed the road. When I got to the nearest city, it looked terrible. It looked like a ghost town. I looked everywhere until I finally found someone to give me directions. He said I was in New Mexico. I asked what happened and he said a name. THE Name. Barker. He said something about the government and how it was taken over or something (I couldn’t get much out of him, he was Mexican). I was a little nervous, but I didn’t have time for that.
My hair is now white, I don’t know why but I guess it had something to do with my brother dying... I've buried my brother and I am now in California looking around with nowhere to go, no such thing as a home anymore…
This is the story of the day I cracked and changed my whole life:
It was a sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky, and was so hot it felt like the Earth had moved closer to the sun by a few miles. George was doing his meditation thingy, and Juya was taking a stroll through the forest.
Zax had nothing to do. He couldn’t help but to feel like he needed to do something. Then, out of nowhere, Zax heard cheering and saw a crowd of people pumping their fist and yelling things like, “Yeah! Good swing! Keep it going! Come on!” “Finally! Something I can pound!” Zax jogged closer to see a white ring made by flour or something like that on dirt ground about 20 feet wide, and two men punching and wrestling. One of them had a bleeding nose, a busted lip, black eyes, and dozens of bruises and scrapes. He had a blonde mustache and beard, both stained by blood. His jeans were also ripped, his knees bleeding, probably from carpet burn from sliding on the ruff ground. In fact, there was blood on the dirt. He was pretty buff, too. It was quite amazing that a man like that was losing to the other one, who was about the same size. The other had a couple of bruises here and there, but nothing compared to the first one. Then Zax noticed they were calling the one who was barely hurt “Brute”.
Then all of a sudden the one they called “Brute” punched the weaker one right smack in the chin with an uppercut, and he was out. Some replied with an “ooh!” and a ‘that looked horribly painful’ look on their face. Others replied with cheers of joy and clapping. The now defeated man tried to get up, but he just fell back down on the ground.
The man that posed as a referee walked up to Brute and raised the man’s fist. Brute smiled with triumph nodding his head as if he was proclaiming ‘I DID just win.’ “Another defeat from the Brute!” More cheers roared up. “Does anyone else dare to challenge Brute?” A couple guys stepped forward and said, “I’ll take em!” “No, I’ve got this guy!” But Zax just stepped forward and said “Yeah, I haven’t kicked butt in awhile. So sure, I guess I’ll change things up a little bit and show you all Brute’s defeat.
The whole crowded became one giant whispering fest. Zax could hear things like “He’s dead meat now.”, and “Yeah, he’s toast.”, and “He should not have done that.” Even the referee looked amazed.
“Oh really?” Brute ripped his hand out of the ref’s hand. The referee ran out of the way out to the side of the ring. “What’s your name?”
Zax smiled full of pride as he said “I am Volin. Zax Volin. You have all probably heard of me.” The crowd stayed silent except for a cough.
“Alright, then, Mr. Zax Volin, let’s fight. Show them how amazingly strong and kick-ass you are.”
“I was planning on it.”
Zax got up there with a smile, pulled up his shirt sleeves, and got in a square stance. Brute rolled his eyes. Referee walked up to Zax and spoke in a voice only he could hear. “Good luck kid. Just, don’t do anything stupid. Well, stupider.” He then walked back to the middle of the ring. “Anyway, rules are no groan shots or death holds. If you go outside the ring the fight is over and the one left in the middle wins. You are not aloud to throw sand in each other’s face or do any damage to the eyes. Round 1, start!” A beautiful girl wearing nothing but a bikini walked out with a cardboard box slab with ‘Round 1’ written on it. Zax watched her go by with a smile, staying in his stance though. Then shaking out of it, he got focused back into the game. Brute ran towards Zax with a punch. Zax tried to catch the punch, but as he was distracted with one another one came back around from the other side and caught him right in the cheek, knocking Zax forward into the dirt. “Rule number 1: Don’t let your guard down on one side just because you have it on the other.” Brute said as he kicked Zax over to where Zax was looking toward the sky.
At this point Zax was still seeing stars from that last hit. But now Brute kicked him, and picked him up by his shirt collar. That alerted Zax, and he tried to struggle, but it was too late. Brute punched him in the face, throwing him out of the ring.
“Ugh, thank goodness. I don’t think I could take much more.”
The man that was being the referee walked towards Brute to grab his hand and raise it up, declaring him the winner, but Brute just pushed him down to the ground. “This one needs to be taught a listen.”
“Wait wait wait, you’re not going to kill the guy are you? I mean the fight’s over and he didn’t know what he was talking about when he said”- THWACK! Brute slapped the ref aside, throwing him back about five feet, making it look like it was nothing, still walking towards Zax.
“Oh come on! The crowd was right, I am so toast.” Zax got up and wobbled around a little bit, but he got his sense together and decided to just keep going. “Oh, is that all you got?” Zax went towards Brute with a punch, but he just caught it. “Rule number 2: Don’t. Get. Cocky.” Blam! Brute head butted Zax. Zax stumbled back, but just got angrier. He growled, trying to sound fierce, having no idea he just looked like an idiot. “That’s it!” He spat to the side, and it was red. Zax took out some bone sticks and started to swing them, yelling at the top of his lungs. Brute caught both of them, did a back flip, his feet hitting them and breaking them off. Now Brute was armed with his opponent’s own weapons. Zax looked bewildered. He couldn’t believe that- WAM!! Brute had just whacked Zax with his own sticks hard enough to the side of the face that he spun off of the ground and landed on his back. Then Brute walked up to Zax, stepped on each of his arms, and started beating Zax’s face, going and going until Zax was just about to pass out. Then he stopped, threw the sticks away, and picked Zax up by the collar again. “Rule number 3: If you ever want to intimidate someone in battle, you don’t say a word, or show a single emotion.” Brute dropped Zax, making his stomach land on Brute’s knee. When Zax landed on the ground, the words were still ringing in his ear. “Don’t say a word or a single emotion.” Brute picked him up again. “And lastly, if you want to even think about showing someone that you can fight, you need to lose this mocho man of yours. When you fight you need to shut up, stay focused, and stay serious. Otherwise, it isn’t even going to be a fight, such as right now. Once that first hit lands because of your immature mistake, the rest is like punching a bag.” Brute threw Zax to the side, walked over to the broken sticks and picked it up. He checked the end of it, then walked over to Zax. He got the sharp end and cut into Zax a broken bone. “There. To remember the day you cracked.” Brute threw the stick away and walked back toward the crowd, which was now, form all the punching and throwing, another 20 feet away.
Zax lay there, beaten, broken, and as he said, cracked. He thought about what Brute said, pain surging through his body. He could easily heal. There was a tree within arm’s reach, and grass all around him. But he didn’t want to. He had finally learned his lesson. Things would be different from now on. Never again would he be the old Zax. And just like a bone, he would grow back stronger. Tougher. He was more durable than he ever had been. He wouldn’t break as easily anymore.
He went back to the mansion, after sleeping on the ground last night and healing just enough to be able to walk. He limped up the stairs and into his room, and ripped his bandanna apart, and gathered a few other clothes to make a new look for himself. As he wrapped the cloth around his arm, he looked at his shoulder in a mirror, looking at the broken bone. He would never let that heal. He would keep that scar. He would remember what it meant for the rest of his life. Change. Change from the arrogant Zax. Change from the cocky Zax. He was now improved. He had just become a man. He was a better fighter. A better person. A better Zax.
Qi:
Dead Bone Pulse/Shikotsumyaku: Zax is able to manipulate the shape, density, location, and length of his bones. This is even true to the point of making bones grow back, replacing bones, and mending broken bones.
Applications:
Bone Generation.
Bone Regeneration.
Bone Removal.
Bone Spike Protrusion.
Dermal Armor.
Organic Attacks using bone.
Bone Constructs, including weapons, walls, or armor.
Gamble Fruit (Augments):
Zax Takes 10% more damage from physical non Qi based attacks.
Zax When making physical contact with nature, he has slight rejuvenation and healing but the nature dies.
Zax gains a Sixth sense (spider sense).
Living Status Information
Type of residence: Bleeding Mansion
Roommates: None
Stats:
Strength: 15 + 3 + 4 = 22
Dexterity: 17 + 3 = 20
Constitution: 17 + 3 = 20
Intelligence: 15 + 2 + 3 = 20
Wisdom: 15 + 2 + 3 = 20
Charisma: 15 + 3 + 4 + 5 = 27
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Cool guy mask: Wearer can copy other peoples voices and even mix them up for a unique sounding voice. +2 Wis and Int. |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | 259's Knuckle Dusters +3 every stat |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | War Shin Guards: +4 Str, +4 Cha |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Lucky Rabbits foot: +5 Cha |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: Admin Verified.
