Post by Razzo on Aug 11, 2006 0:16:37 GMT -8
|~Basic Information~|
Name: Razzo Takai
Alias: Jackal
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 17
Weight: 139 lbs
Height: 5’11”
Blood type: O-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
D.O.B: November 16, 1988
Place of birth: Hiroshima, Japan.
Religion: Anarchist (not really a religion but meh)
~(Likes)~
Music Genre: Japanese pop, Metal, Death Metal, Jazz, Classical.
Song: Tobita, Nobuo – Shi no Jundo (The perfect death).
Food: Korma, with a good level of kayan pepper.
Book: R.A. Salvitori – The lone Drow.
Object/s: His set of 108 scalpels.
Color: Deep red.
Cigarette: Winfield’s
Time of day: Midday to late afternoon.
(~Dislikes~)
Work related: Retrievers
Food related: Dull foods, lacking flavour, or kick.
Time related: Morning.
Music related: Rap, Country, Pop, Hip-Hop.
Person related: Bad manners, Liars, Cheaters, Weaklings, Boring people.
}-|Friends|-{
None for now.
§_Enemys_§
None for now.
------------------------- \=Hobbys=/ -------------------------
Primary hobbies: Playing with knives, Reading the news paper, Harassing the student body and staff.
Secondary hobbies: Watching the day roll by, Conversing with people, sleeping.
<============== ^-Living status-v ==============>
Type of home: Single floor house.
Location: Suburbs.
Size: Mid size.
Landscape: Lush, good plant life outside. A few bush’s lining the sides and front of the house, a tree in the front yard.
Rooms: 2 Bedrooms, 1 Bathroom, Living room, Kitchen, Dining room.
Furnishings: Very well furnished with rather expensive furniture, a rather regal look about the interior.
Current Roommates: 0
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Physical Appearance[/u]
Skin tone: Rather pale, no real colour has really been taken in by the skin as usually he works at night, and during the day keeps most of his body out of the light. Be it because of his hat, or his gloves, and or the fact he works at night; sometimes in the day.
Eye colour: Deep purple.
Hair: Raven black. Very thick, usually kempt and kept under his hat, when not it goes down roughly to his mid back.
Head
[/u][/center]A slender jowl, pale skin and rather narrow eyes. His face resembling that of a jackal if you will, with well-shaped cheekbones, a rather slender nose of course while not to short or to long and of course perfectly spaced eyes. His face is easily manipulated, and he does prove this time and time again as in most cases he is walking around with what he calls a magicians smile, which for all purposes servers like a jester’s mask, hiding his real face and his real intentions. Very frequently does he wear this mask, made of nothing but his own face. The mask as its called is merely that of a cheerful smile and a pleasant yet empty gaze, the smile of course rather cold As like that of a jesters mask.
Upper body
His upper body, not very muscular at all boasts one rather large scar that begins at his coller bone, rather narrow and slowly goes down the front of his chest down to his belt line, as it does down it becomes thicker and when it gets to the belt line it thins out again, this scar after healing left the tissue damaged and brown. Its not certain where he gained this some would believe he did it to himself, but only he really knows… and all he says on this is “Se-cu-re-tou”. Other than that there is nothing really unique about his upper body.
Arms/Hands
Long and narrow, not very muscled like the rest of his body, but unlike there appearance they are very powerful and very accurate, considering all that he has done to strengthen them without building muscle mass, he is very pleased. Granted there is a scar here and there from his few unpleasant run ins with the inmates in his little bouts of prison… they are generally clear. His hands of course are of normal size, while the fingers are somewhat narrow it would be a bad idea to be caught in their grip.
Legs/Feet
Long and skinny, like the rest of his body they are again a faux appearance, though by first glance they are frail they are very strong, the muscle under the skin trained in rather extreme conditions leading to rock hard and very powerful and responsive leg muscles, no only do they make any attack with the legs strong but also increase jumping height and overall speed. His feet are no different, being a size nine men’s.
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Personality
[/b][/u]His personality can be summed up into one word by most, and that word is generally a psycho, he by any stretch of the word is not normal, and that is noted by his rather lust for fighting, taking very great pleasure in the act of harming others… and not one to hide this as through his years at 259 he has been known to leave bloody bodies all over, and always wearing a smile as he does so. Of course on the other hand when he isn’t out stalking a certain prey he is usually rather polite and somewhat stuck up at times, enjoying the idea of giving people the run about while of course he is somewhat lazy at this point and though he may not always act like it somewhere in his mind there is clearly a screw loose as noted by a very large interest in carving open bodies or just carving things into them.
Mentality
[/b][/u]There is a limit to life; there is a limit to power. To reach that limit is nothing, its breaking that limit that means something.
Ideal
[/b][/u]The only meaning of life is strafe, the only way to live is to die.
Belief /center]
[/u]Even if your stronger, you only push me closer to my limiter.
Current mental to physical limit
[/b][/u]Unlike many others he is not capable of fighting to his peak therefore the current level of unlocked potential for Razzo’s growth is 20% (current stats) leaving 80% of his over all abilities locked off. However, when faced by opposition of a greater calibur than himself, depending on how great it is... his power will increase either slowly or take leaps and bounds from what is commonly at.
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Razzo is what you would call a disturbed individual, born into a bastard family with only a mother to look after him, this was alright, to him it was normal and to him in his mind he really didn’t mind it, considering he never even knew he had a father. Though there was always something wrong with him, clearly noticeable by just looking into his purple orbs, even as a baby they seemed black and devoid of interest in anything. His mother of course at the time never noticed this as since he was born she had to take up an extra job to sustain the two, considering that unknown to him as well that he was the result of a one night stand she was far to young to have really be capable of supporting a family yet that didn’t mean she would just throw him out. Though as time progressed and Razzo grew up, in school he was always the victim of cruel pranks and jokes. Always the ass end of the jokes and of course not really capable of fighting back in these situations he had to go along with it… and at the end of the day spending most of his time alone while his mother worked. Because of this however he did gain one very large strength and that was the ability to sustain himself by the age of 7 he already began to learn how to cook, clean, and of course the ability to teach himself. This pushing him of course above the level of intelligence of his classmates, which didn’t seem to blow over all that well considering that it only brought more attention to himself.
Through his early years of schooling he never had much luck to say the least, never really strong as at the time he usually had his head in the books, and all the tormenting from his fell peers didn’t really help either, rather it only acted as a way to bud spite toward them, that spite writhing within him as he had no release, no one to talk to and in time grew, the seed sowing deep and deeper into his mind while in his studies he came across books about medical science, though someone of the age of 10 shouldn’t comprehend he understood everything, and it unlike most things in his rather unhappy life seemed to spark something within those purple orbs, while at first he began to mess around with the whole idea, sometimes taking a random animal off the streets and cutting it wide open… or just killing them or damaging a part of them to see the cause and effect… to him it wasn’t really sadistic as you could say he didn’t know better… and that was the truth, and by the age of 11 it became his all out obsession, and that wasn’t very good however as at one point he was caught ripping a cats leg off, and of course it was by his peers… of which not only throttled him but at school talked about it so much so that the teacher learned of this habit of his and landed him in the councillors office, his mother forced to come in. This however conflicted with her work and in time cost her one of her jobs, thus cutting funding for the two… and with Razzo soon to be heading to high school that would be difficult to bounce back from…
Now when he reached high school however things grew somewhat better for Razzo as he made his first friend there. A boy named Nobunaga Bito, who rather enjoyed being called NB rather than his real name, and of course the two had very similar interests, aside from the hacking things opened that is, NB unlike Razzo however was like a physical giant, and when Razzo met with trouble he always had someone to rely on at that point whole NB also found Razzo new things to try, and even taught him a few things like work out methods and playing darts, the two were like a perfect pair, though NB had his own bad habits such as stealing his moms car and joyriding. This of course got the boys in trouble time after time as they even took to stealing things for people, both Razzo and NB’s parents always having to pay for there “fun” eventually led to the bad habit of Razzo’s mother who eventually to escape from her sons antics with a good line of cocaine every night. Of course this didn’t seem so bad at first until she started to stop working, and wasting what money she could make on drugs and began to ignore her son all together, even in time kick him out onto the street. Of course his first thought was NB, who oddly he found was also kicked out, his mother had enough of his bullshit and removed him though before she could he swiped her wallet and keys and when he was about to leave he saw Razzo, who was only walking eyes wide open as if lifeless. NB trying to speak to him but nothing and thus he just guided him to the passenger seat and took off.
What happened after that? They opened a small business, though they weren’t the best and got small jobs here and there on the side they offered to move objects from one place to another, while they even attended school. There youth was difficult and they were forced to “grow up” rather quickly of course there business got very little business at first but as time passed there fail record of 0 got lots of attention as ironically in darts and hand to hand Razzo became peerless in, and of course at the time his current job was in manual labour that thus he built up strength with NB’s help, this being invaluable to there job as Razzo soon too to using throwing weapons in his own style of fighting… NB taking to driving and became not only good but absurd while after enough jobs he got Razzo a gift as did Razzo for him, NB gifted his friend, whom he knew was obsessed with medical science 108 brand new scalpels, while Razzo bought NB a rather huge ass truck, customized all to hell, the two still working together as NB gave up on school while his friend continued, the two however still meet frequently not only for work but for just hanging out, while Razzo took up a more regal look and without true guidance because extremely violent during there tasks, NB was the more laid back one, and thus they continued to do jobs throughout there entire well really just Razzo’s freshman year, Razzo however during a mission became to careless, and was saved by the at this point nigh inhumanly strong NB, his mistake nearly cost him his life and is the reason there is a slit in the brim of his hat, he never forgot this and to make sure he kept the hat, it reminds him to think now before he acts.
After all there jobs, they soon in the underworld as well as in the normal world became known as the Transporters, and of course there skills unmatched, yet Razzo still returned to school each year, and with him he brought hell to the school he attended… 259, a place where he always cause trouble, and it was just because he grew board, and though it was ignored for most of his time there his sophomore and junior years for half of each year he was put in prison for going way over the line, killing not only a student but a teacher as well… but after tracking his record they let him off thinking it was just because his head was all fucked up… and now after finishing his junior year in the slammer and reuniting again with his oldest friend NB he goes in for his last year of school yet continues to Transport.
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Name of style: Integration.
Type of style: Custom
Years practiced: Since meeting NB
Description
Integration, not a style but a method of fighting, though it can be learned by anyone this method is similar to a jack of trades master of none when being used by the rather incompetent, or more to say those who have no imagination and or talent. There is no defined stance; there is no special techniques, no clan secrets. It is based on the will of the user as well as there level of thinking, of course there are limits to how far this method can be taken, as far as one could think it has yet to be found. Each person who has been known to use integration is very different from the rest with distinction. Though in description it may sound like free style and in a sense it is, yet freestyle is based around stealing movements and stances… or just based solely on one style. Integration however does not rip off moves as rather the person makes them up from the traits they with hold.
Integration, it is learned in stages. Though it may be simple to understand after it is taught, it is still very difficult to explain to the either dense and or imbecilic considering its comprehension is to take talents and throw them in, each one adding a change to the method thus furthering its lethality, technique, and or perhaps is passiveness.
The method is learned in steps, this being said no one can claim they hear it and automatically can use the method as it cannot be done with only one talent, otherwise its not capable of fitting into the equation.
The steps in which Razzo had taken go as following.
Darts: Something he had played ever since being kicked out of his home, usually incomparable aim, and also very excellent training for force control, his hands steady, and with the proper application he has been known to never miss the bull’s-eye, this is not a way to fight in many cases, unlike in olden days where the idea of a throwing weapon was common in this day and age it is not. Thus even with this trait he could never really defend himself.
Sprinting: Sprinting is the art of running quickly in bursts, though it usually wears the runner out it can be used also to build endurance as well as the ability to control just how much energy you expend into this practice, this being the case one not only eventually strengthens muscle in the legs, which in turn grants more speed; one also becomes more adept at moving for longer periods as well as more accurate movements of the legs due to the in most cases sloppy form.
Now, this is how Razzo first started, with only two talents, these of course left him able to move quickly but also after his gift from NB attack from range while constantly moving about making him harder to lay impacts upon. This however only carried him so far, and with this in mind he quickly began to take in more traits, this of course at the suggestions of NB. Later on in time.
Gymnastics: Not only good for more endurance building but in the case that Razzo not only joined in the male facets of the trait but the female’s as well. Granted one to think that a male practicing female gymnastics might sound funny it gave him very large amounts of training to flex his body, to manipulate his movements to make him rather… more so than ever difficult to hit, but this also trained him to move more… well fluid like. The male sections of the trait however gave him something better, just like the other end of the spectrum it was physically tiring as well as trying on the body. Through this he not only furthered his physical endurance but also worked up his upper body strength.
Mimic: As said before, Razzo has no fighting talent as far as learning a style formally, and thus he knows nothing of them, yet his talent of mimic movements of his partner in crime as you could say, his friend also and integration user mixed and matched his ability to handle the wheel and oddly punching into a method of fighting, though the whole wheel bit was useless to Razzo his friend knew how to bob and weave, that and quite a lot of boxing moves… though Razzo outgrew them at the time he became a rather unpleasant thing to run into.
After learning these traits and things from these traits Razzo, unlike in his weak past state had become quite compatible with the idea of up close combat, yet there was one last thing he had learned, no one is quite sure how and not even his friend really knows.
Invoking: Quite easily the most skill drawing talent he knows, and also the thing that gave him the name Jackal; The talent itself is as the name states, he invokes, and yet unlike the common idea of the term it is not of beasts or the such… rather it is his 108 scalpels which even after being searched had never been found. The invoking of course allows him to get weapons at blinding rates.
Now, the invoking is a very unique trick to Razzo, it is also how (aside from his outfit) that he gained his title of Jackal, the reason? He eventually had been known to call the weapons in right between his fingers while gripped into a fist, that aside the fact of his speed and his stance. Using his speed, and weapons he would carve people up like a jackal would its prey. His outfit giving him the look of a black jackal, though his most notable reason for gaining that name; it was the start of his junior year, and needless to say everyone who tried to get in his way, be it at school or on the job was always left with a different letter, some more than others. The idea of the letters however became perverted as they eventually used a number reference, J the prominent number, A second most, C third most and so on, after they pieced the multiple numbers together they came out with Jackal, of course he was tracked down after a rather large job, his fetish for the injury of others had gotten the best of him, that and his interest in the idea of dissecting a living human… when he was found, he had already found a method to keep the body alive but also worked like a surgeon, and in that sense some viewed him as a mad doctor, either way he wound up in prison for the remainder of his Junior year, and now back at his Senior year looking for new things to add into his equation.
