Post by Titus Halo on May 13, 2013 20:44:45 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Titus Halo
Also Known As: The Crimson Prince
Age: 23
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 235 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Dark Chocolate
Hair: Black, braided into thin cornrows.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Building computers, programming, gaming, working out, kung fu movies
Talents: Sports
Favorite things: Fighting, eating, new computer parts
Sports/Clubs
Misc.:
Mental Information
Personality: Stubborn, impulsive and defiant while also being confident, passionate and determined.
Mentality: Optimistic about his life, pessimistic about the world as a whole. Titus comes from a life of hardship and humbles means, yet has done well for himself in cold and unforgiving world.
Ideal: A world where he doesn't need to fight for survival but enjoyment.
Belief: If I can master myself, I can master my destiny.
Physical Information
Build: Tone and Built
Defining Marks:
Description: Titus stands at an impressive six and a half feet. His skin is a dark mocha, combining from a African and Latino ancestry. He posses broad shoulders and is barrel chested, likey many men of the Halo bloodline. He's tone and ripped, being on the lean side still for his size but still as strong as an ox. He inherited his dark chocolate eyes, wide cheek bones and dimples from his father. While only inheriting his mother's nose. His hair is braided into thin, medium length cornrows with red and black beads at the end to reach to the top of his back.
He's generally dressed very casually. His favorite shoes are black Nikes and Timberlands. He prefers loose fitting, black or blue jeans with a black leather belt. He wears sleeveless black or white t-shirt under a retro red down vest. He's never been seen without his vest.
Fighting Information
Fighting Styles: Street Fighting & Crimson Emperor
Years Practiced: Most of his life and nine years respectively.
Description of style:
In his younger days, Titus relied on outlasting and overpowering his opponents with his superior athleticism and physique. With no style to call his own except the street.
Crimson Emperor is a predominantly hard, stand up style, focusing on strikes mainly with the fist, elbows and knees. It teaches the principle of aggressive parrying with the arms, and jamming with the legs. That is, instead of simply turning your opponents blows away, you attempt to injure your attacker with an especially forceful parry. To do this, training regular consist of bone hardening of the hand, forearms and shins. As well as muscle building and toning. The use of qi is limited to reinforcement of strikes and defense.
History Information
History: Born on March 29, to Maria Halo. Titus had no dad to speak of and really no guidance at all because his mom was in poor health. He lived in the projects of New York in poverty. Still, he knew he was going to have to care for her one day, so he stuck to his studies and aimed for college. It was a hard for an ethnic youth to make out of the streets, but he was determined. Life was hard, fights were constant and food was short, but Titus survived.
During middle and high school he went out for every sport he could, hoping to get a scholarship somewhere. Titus is blessed with the good genes of his father, whether he liked it or not. This meant an impressive build and a hardy appetite. He even took a little ballet during his middle school football career with the backing of his coach. He said it kept ya limber, and it did. A lot of people made fun of him for it, even more ended up with a busted face.
Once he was old enough and in high school, he took a part time job to start saving for his ultimate goal at a little convenience store. Eventually, one of his co-worker introduced the big guy to quick cash, streetfighting. He figured it was that or being a seller like some of the other boys on the block.
Now, Titus had always enjoyed a good scrap and he really needed the money. That night in a run down building on the edge of town, Titus started to build a name for himself in the underground amateur circuit. Those with special powers were not allowed, they had their own league. Not that Titus knew anything about that. He didn't keep up with the news, nor did he attend a school that posse the Pillar System.
The young newcomer steadily became a fan favorite. He could work the crowd, give'em a show and made them laugh with his impromptu smack talk. He was a refreshing change from the normal slug fest they were used to seeing. He quickly made out of the scrub league in a few months and worked towards bigger and better things. What could he say? He seemed to have knack for it. He made no friends, a lot of enemies and those enemies had friends in higher places.
When he moved to the next rank, he found a lot challengers waiting but he wasn't about to back down. They were all out for blood and revenge for their underlings. He came out of each fight more battered, bruised and bloody then the last. Still, he was victorious in the end and got a little stronger each time because of it. That wouldn't be the last time he would hear from them though.
At first his mom didn't say much, knowing that he would get into a scrap every now and then. A common occurrence in the projects. It wasn't until he started bringing home large sums of money and looked like what the cat drug in that she really worried. She thought her worst fear had finally came true. That he joined a gang. She thought he was smarter then that and all the signs were there. He came in late at night, black eyes, bandaged and with money. Still, it was his life and she had no reason to interfere. She would let him know that she worried about him and prayed for him every night.
Finally, during the summer of his Freshmen year, it was time for him to step into the big leagues and he was more determined then ever. While the stage was bigger and the stakes were higher, Titus didn't let that shake him. He stepped into the ring like he always did but something didn't sit right. There was this pressure pushing against him and once the opponent stepped into the ring, it got heavier. It felt like it was suffocating him. The always boisterous Titus was dead silent, as was the crowd. That night, Titus was introduce to Qi. He hardly remembered that night except for vague flashes of the trip to the emergency room and the ensuing explanation to his mother.
He came to find out that many of the big hitters commanded this power and he was going to need to as well or die in the process. Well, he only knew one person that used it. Titus sought him out. It was actually lot easier to then he thought it would be. His opponent that faithful night was know as the Crimson Emperor. He was a heavy drinker and his exploits were easy to follow to his place of residence. Surprisingly, it wasn't any different then any other dump.
Titus knocked on the door and to his surprise the door was already ajar. The emperor was passed out on his throne, room flooded with empty beer bottles and cans. He tried to wake him but he was as heavy a sleeper as he was a drinker. Though the mere mentioning of more boozes got him right up. Titus figured that the drunkard was an active drunk because he immediately recognized Titus and knew why he was there.
Titus straight up asked the Crimson Emperor to teach him his ways. He wanted to keep his mom in good health and possibly rid her of the sickness forever. The emperor was full of surprises as he actually said yes. Titus was stunned at his good fortune. When he inquired why he was going to, he simply said, "I like ya kid. Ya got true guts and the balls to back it up. That's not something ya see now and days." Little did Titus know, this man actually knows his father and that this meeting was more then mere coincidence as he was his grandfather. Though that little fact has never came to light.
His training started abruptly and right there, with a beer run. First, however, he had him put on a weighted vest. The weights weren't anything at first but over the summer they got far heavier and distance to the liquor store kept getting longer. He would have him awake up at the crack of dawn swimming laps, working every muscle of his body. They would spare, refining his own personal style. All the while, Titus wonder what any of this had to do with qi. He thought it'd be more mystical and have him meditating under waterfalls and shit. It was also at this time that his sensei had him transferred to a new school district, #552 to further his training and meet others like him.
He always thought the training was so simple. Long and arduous, yes, but simple at the core. The only thing the emperor said to that was, "The best things in life are." Then, he began his introduction to qi. The old man knew meditation wasn't the way to go, so he beat it into him, literally. He 'experienced' qi countless times until he finally began to feel it and use it. With it, he was able to figure out the signature move of the Crimson Emperor, his Iron Fist. He took the damn thing enough times to say the very least. Then he thought, maybe that was his plan all along.
Life became one fight after the other once he attended his new school. The years flew by until the Srmageddon came and wiped out the world. Including the one thing Titus truly held dear, his mother. He swore to find Baker and make him pay for his crime against humanity. He has mainly retreated back to the ring, trying to master his style.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Two bedroom Apartment.
Roommates: Grandpa/Sensei
Stats:
Strength: 20
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 9
Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"*
Name: Titus Halo
Also Known As: The Crimson Prince
Age: 23
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 235 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Dark Chocolate
Hair: Black, braided into thin cornrows.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Building computers, programming, gaming, working out, kung fu movies
Talents: Sports
Favorite things: Fighting, eating, new computer parts
Sports/Clubs
Misc.:
Mental Information
Personality: Stubborn, impulsive and defiant while also being confident, passionate and determined.
Mentality: Optimistic about his life, pessimistic about the world as a whole. Titus comes from a life of hardship and humbles means, yet has done well for himself in cold and unforgiving world.
Ideal: A world where he doesn't need to fight for survival but enjoyment.
Belief: If I can master myself, I can master my destiny.
Physical Information
Build: Tone and Built
Defining Marks:
Description: Titus stands at an impressive six and a half feet. His skin is a dark mocha, combining from a African and Latino ancestry. He posses broad shoulders and is barrel chested, likey many men of the Halo bloodline. He's tone and ripped, being on the lean side still for his size but still as strong as an ox. He inherited his dark chocolate eyes, wide cheek bones and dimples from his father. While only inheriting his mother's nose. His hair is braided into thin, medium length cornrows with red and black beads at the end to reach to the top of his back.
He's generally dressed very casually. His favorite shoes are black Nikes and Timberlands. He prefers loose fitting, black or blue jeans with a black leather belt. He wears sleeveless black or white t-shirt under a retro red down vest. He's never been seen without his vest.
Fighting Information
Fighting Styles: Street Fighting & Crimson Emperor
Years Practiced: Most of his life and nine years respectively.
Description of style:
In his younger days, Titus relied on outlasting and overpowering his opponents with his superior athleticism and physique. With no style to call his own except the street.
Crimson Emperor is a predominantly hard, stand up style, focusing on strikes mainly with the fist, elbows and knees. It teaches the principle of aggressive parrying with the arms, and jamming with the legs. That is, instead of simply turning your opponents blows away, you attempt to injure your attacker with an especially forceful parry. To do this, training regular consist of bone hardening of the hand, forearms and shins. As well as muscle building and toning. The use of qi is limited to reinforcement of strikes and defense.
History Information
History: Born on March 29, to Maria Halo. Titus had no dad to speak of and really no guidance at all because his mom was in poor health. He lived in the projects of New York in poverty. Still, he knew he was going to have to care for her one day, so he stuck to his studies and aimed for college. It was a hard for an ethnic youth to make out of the streets, but he was determined. Life was hard, fights were constant and food was short, but Titus survived.
During middle and high school he went out for every sport he could, hoping to get a scholarship somewhere. Titus is blessed with the good genes of his father, whether he liked it or not. This meant an impressive build and a hardy appetite. He even took a little ballet during his middle school football career with the backing of his coach. He said it kept ya limber, and it did. A lot of people made fun of him for it, even more ended up with a busted face.
Once he was old enough and in high school, he took a part time job to start saving for his ultimate goal at a little convenience store. Eventually, one of his co-worker introduced the big guy to quick cash, streetfighting. He figured it was that or being a seller like some of the other boys on the block.
Now, Titus had always enjoyed a good scrap and he really needed the money. That night in a run down building on the edge of town, Titus started to build a name for himself in the underground amateur circuit. Those with special powers were not allowed, they had their own league. Not that Titus knew anything about that. He didn't keep up with the news, nor did he attend a school that posse the Pillar System.
The young newcomer steadily became a fan favorite. He could work the crowd, give'em a show and made them laugh with his impromptu smack talk. He was a refreshing change from the normal slug fest they were used to seeing. He quickly made out of the scrub league in a few months and worked towards bigger and better things. What could he say? He seemed to have knack for it. He made no friends, a lot of enemies and those enemies had friends in higher places.
When he moved to the next rank, he found a lot challengers waiting but he wasn't about to back down. They were all out for blood and revenge for their underlings. He came out of each fight more battered, bruised and bloody then the last. Still, he was victorious in the end and got a little stronger each time because of it. That wouldn't be the last time he would hear from them though.
At first his mom didn't say much, knowing that he would get into a scrap every now and then. A common occurrence in the projects. It wasn't until he started bringing home large sums of money and looked like what the cat drug in that she really worried. She thought her worst fear had finally came true. That he joined a gang. She thought he was smarter then that and all the signs were there. He came in late at night, black eyes, bandaged and with money. Still, it was his life and she had no reason to interfere. She would let him know that she worried about him and prayed for him every night.
Finally, during the summer of his Freshmen year, it was time for him to step into the big leagues and he was more determined then ever. While the stage was bigger and the stakes were higher, Titus didn't let that shake him. He stepped into the ring like he always did but something didn't sit right. There was this pressure pushing against him and once the opponent stepped into the ring, it got heavier. It felt like it was suffocating him. The always boisterous Titus was dead silent, as was the crowd. That night, Titus was introduce to Qi. He hardly remembered that night except for vague flashes of the trip to the emergency room and the ensuing explanation to his mother.
He came to find out that many of the big hitters commanded this power and he was going to need to as well or die in the process. Well, he only knew one person that used it. Titus sought him out. It was actually lot easier to then he thought it would be. His opponent that faithful night was know as the Crimson Emperor. He was a heavy drinker and his exploits were easy to follow to his place of residence. Surprisingly, it wasn't any different then any other dump.
Titus knocked on the door and to his surprise the door was already ajar. The emperor was passed out on his throne, room flooded with empty beer bottles and cans. He tried to wake him but he was as heavy a sleeper as he was a drinker. Though the mere mentioning of more boozes got him right up. Titus figured that the drunkard was an active drunk because he immediately recognized Titus and knew why he was there.
Titus straight up asked the Crimson Emperor to teach him his ways. He wanted to keep his mom in good health and possibly rid her of the sickness forever. The emperor was full of surprises as he actually said yes. Titus was stunned at his good fortune. When he inquired why he was going to, he simply said, "I like ya kid. Ya got true guts and the balls to back it up. That's not something ya see now and days." Little did Titus know, this man actually knows his father and that this meeting was more then mere coincidence as he was his grandfather. Though that little fact has never came to light.
His training started abruptly and right there, with a beer run. First, however, he had him put on a weighted vest. The weights weren't anything at first but over the summer they got far heavier and distance to the liquor store kept getting longer. He would have him awake up at the crack of dawn swimming laps, working every muscle of his body. They would spare, refining his own personal style. All the while, Titus wonder what any of this had to do with qi. He thought it'd be more mystical and have him meditating under waterfalls and shit. It was also at this time that his sensei had him transferred to a new school district, #552 to further his training and meet others like him.
He always thought the training was so simple. Long and arduous, yes, but simple at the core. The only thing the emperor said to that was, "The best things in life are." Then, he began his introduction to qi. The old man knew meditation wasn't the way to go, so he beat it into him, literally. He 'experienced' qi countless times until he finally began to feel it and use it. With it, he was able to figure out the signature move of the Crimson Emperor, his Iron Fist. He took the damn thing enough times to say the very least. Then he thought, maybe that was his plan all along.
Life became one fight after the other once he attended his new school. The years flew by until the Srmageddon came and wiped out the world. Including the one thing Titus truly held dear, his mother. He swore to find Baker and make him pay for his crime against humanity. He has mainly retreated back to the ring, trying to master his style.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Two bedroom Apartment.
Roommates: Grandpa/Sensei
Stats:
Strength: 20
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 9
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| 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 | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Bio Approval Code Phrase: "No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"*
