Post by hiroku on Aug 2, 2009 21:18:08 GMT -6
Character Name: Hiroku Miroku
Nicknames: Hiro, Mini
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Species Half-Lion
Power Level: Dominant
Description: Hiroku is a short little man. But as they always say the best things come in small packages. Being a Half-Breed he may be small but the last human to mess with him found out differently. Standing at a mere 5'4" He is lithe and graceful in a way that most males can never seem to get.
Hair the color of pale sand it was cut close to his heads on the side and long on the back and top. He usually wore it in a pony tale or had it in small braids with Beads. His hair easily brushes an inch or two under his shoulder when not pulled back.
His eyes. They are a different story. A nice lightly honey brown to make women weep graced his face and made him more pretty then masculine. It had got him into more then one fight. A scar graced him from one of his back right above his ass cheek and pulled all the way up the otherside and around his shoulder. His body bore many scars and cuts from past fights and the world in general.
A Tribal tattoo graces the right side of his face rimming the eye and covering where his eyebrow should be. His eyebrows are so light you can barely see them and the one on his right has not grown back since he got the tattoo.
He generally doesn't wear a shirt unless it is cold and his pants tend to sag a little. Its hard to find clothes that fit especially when you are short and thin. Nothing fits right. He wears a pair of converse he scavenged and happened to fit him.
The only weapons he carries really are not weapons at all but instead a pair of Hard leather pauldrons that covered his arm from shoulder to knuckles. It left his fingers open just-in-case he wanted to pull out the claws. On his shoulders a strip of fur graces the edge where it meets flesh and on the shoulder is an embossed lion in the leather.
His shins and knees are covered in embossed hard leather protecting him from severe damage and also hurts other people like a bitch due to little spikes sticking from the leather about every 3 inches.
Personality: Hiro isn't a complicated individual. He doesn't have many problems except he angers kind of easily. He blames it on his heritage more often then not. Size isn't a horrible issue for him until people start rubbing it into his face. Then he has no qualms with bringing them off there high horse.
He uses his Heritage to his advantage more often then not and usually lets his fists do the talking. He has no problem trying to talk his way out of a situation but he usually has no luck with that. It usually ends up with him trying to fight his way out of some predicament or another.
His most deffining feature has to be the fact that he doesn't give up. Not ever. He is fiercly loyal to those around him expecially small children. If he sees a child in trouble he will lay his life on the line for them. They are the future and all that.
History: Hiroku grew up a half-breed and if that wasn't bad enough a small one at that. His father always taught him not to let the others pick on him or he would be forever someones bitch. His words exactly.
Now he never let his size get him down but the fact that he was a half-breed and in know way ashamed that drew some unwanted attention especially from Vampires and Purists. The Vampires wanted him for food and the Purists wanted him dead because he wasn't clean.
He didn't like any idea but he knew if he ran away he would survive for another day. He took that to heart to. He very rarely ever underestimated his opponents especially when he was younger. If he had even the slightest feeling it was there place he would book it out of there. He didn't feel like dying.
When he was 13 he learned the hardest lesson of all. Everyone dies. His father was the closest thing to a father figure he had and in one instant it all ended. While they where out foraging trying to feed themselves a Purist decided that anything that would make a half-breed didn't deserve to live. A silver bullet took care of that and Hiroku went berserk.
He heard the gun shot and exploded. The world went down to one thing and one thing only. Killing the mother Fucker who just killed his dad. He lashed out with all the force he could muster and the first hit he landed cocked the guys head back on his neck. Before the man could right himself and counter a roundhouse blasted forth to catch him in his ribs.
It was almost enough to watch the man loose all his breath and stumble around but he wasn't dead... Not even close. As Hiro watched him stumble around he just went to work on the man. It wasn't enough for him to suffer. It wouldn't be enough for him to die even.
Without to much effort the man became nothing but a smear on the pavement. A bloody mess that set heavy in Hiro's stomach. He had just killed a man for killing another man. It didn't sit to well for him. He then vowed that unless it was a life or death situation on his behalf he would not kill.
Never knowing his mother he had no where to turn. So he did what he did best and that was to steal and scavenge what he could. He made his weapons from a process his father had taught him and he had added the lions to honor him.
He followed his heart as he often did along with his instincts and it usually served him right. You could never go wrong following the thing that made you survive. At the age of 16 he had ended up protecting a pair of twins who where getting roughed up and soon to be raped by a group of raiders. Pretty little things he couldn't leave them to there fate.
He took the beating of his life that night trying to fight way more people then he knew he could take. He fought a piece of himself that day and it nearly got him killed. As he had brought down the first one close enough to reach he had gotten a good two or three down before he got really beat down. He lay broken and beaten as he watched the gang leave. They got what they wanted from him. He lay broken and bleeding in the streets moments away from death.
He awoke a couple of hours later not where he thought he should be. He was not dead and in Heaven or Hell but rather a warm cot in a small room. Standing over him was a fairly large man... A rather imposing man. It took him a couple of seconds to realize the male wasn't the only one in the room and noticed the pair of petite twins he was off to save before. The resemblance was uncanny. Almost scary. You could tell for sure that they where this mans daughters.
"You have saved my daughters and for that I am in your debt." The old man said with a curious smile pulling his lips up. "You have great honor for someone so young. You risked your lives for a pair of women you didn't know and for that i have great respect for you. I extend an offer to join my household. I want you to protect my daughters when I cannot. I trust you with a burden I would trust no man with."
He didn't have to be asked twice. Without even a second thought he answered with yes and to this day he lives with Hitsugiya Miroku and his two beautiful Daughters Akira and Katsumi. The twins fast became not only his friends but after a year or so with them they became his lovers. Taking the name Miroku he joined the clan the human had started and instead of wearing the mark decided to go for a tattoo.
He bears a scar across his back from the night he saved the daughters... To this day he wears it as a mark of pride. He helps to protect the twins loving them both equally. Its almost as if he shares his heart with two people.
Living with the clan protecting his lovers and his family has all he has known for the last couple of years. This is his story.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strength: Honesty
Loyalty
Humor
Love
Respect
Weakness: Fear
Rage
Hate
Arrogance
Pride
Powers: Has all the half breed powers. Somewhere in between full strength and half-strength. Has control of his shifting to the point he doesn't shift unless he wants to. But then again he wants to alot. He is a brawler through and through. Years of having to protect himself have honed what skills he has.
RP Sample: Hiro stood on the bottom level of the Miroku clan house. It was nearing midnight and all was quite. A good sign. The family had gained prominance in the last couple of years and the raids had all but stopped. Luckily Hitsugiya believed in a calm before the storm and the watch was kept up vigilantly.
"Hey, Hiro. I came to replace you... Go get some sleep you got a day tomorrow." Came a voice from behind him. His good friend Mathius was taking the next shift and he couldn't be happier. Mathius was a fighter through and through. Someone no one took shit from. He was always good to have at your back in a brawl and even better to drink with.
"Good thing to Mathius I need to get some sleep. To much going on tomorrow not to." Shaking his forearm he walked past his friends and started his way up the stairs. It would be a long trip up the 20 flights to hit his room but he had to hit a pit stop on the way up. The kitchens where below his room and he was hungry enough to eat his arm.
Popping in the kitchens he looked around making sure none of the clan cooks where around before swiping a loaf of bread and some cheese. It was going to be a good night tonight. Heading up the last flight to his room he was not surprised to find the lights on in his room. Sitting to one side he pushed the door open with his free hand and looked inside. He wouldn't take any chances but it was who he thought it was.
Katsumi and Akira lay sprawled on his bed a perfect spot for him in the middle. He would strip down and oil up his leathers, the whole time munching the pilfered bread and cheese before joining them. They wouldn't mind. They had learned long ago that he had a ritual before sleep and weapons care was one thing he took great pride in. You don't take care of them and they won't take care of you.
When he was done and his weapons had been hung up he took a quick shower. Cleaning off the smell of leather oil and sweat before Moving his naked self between the twins. As soon as his body was between theirs he didn't need a blanket... They covered him in flesh pretty well. Feeling them against him he mumbled his good nights making sure not to wake them.
PB Name: Shun Oguri
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Nicknames: Hiro, Mini
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Species Half-Lion
Power Level: Dominant
Description: Hiroku is a short little man. But as they always say the best things come in small packages. Being a Half-Breed he may be small but the last human to mess with him found out differently. Standing at a mere 5'4" He is lithe and graceful in a way that most males can never seem to get.
Hair the color of pale sand it was cut close to his heads on the side and long on the back and top. He usually wore it in a pony tale or had it in small braids with Beads. His hair easily brushes an inch or two under his shoulder when not pulled back.
His eyes. They are a different story. A nice lightly honey brown to make women weep graced his face and made him more pretty then masculine. It had got him into more then one fight. A scar graced him from one of his back right above his ass cheek and pulled all the way up the otherside and around his shoulder. His body bore many scars and cuts from past fights and the world in general.
A Tribal tattoo graces the right side of his face rimming the eye and covering where his eyebrow should be. His eyebrows are so light you can barely see them and the one on his right has not grown back since he got the tattoo.
He generally doesn't wear a shirt unless it is cold and his pants tend to sag a little. Its hard to find clothes that fit especially when you are short and thin. Nothing fits right. He wears a pair of converse he scavenged and happened to fit him.
The only weapons he carries really are not weapons at all but instead a pair of Hard leather pauldrons that covered his arm from shoulder to knuckles. It left his fingers open just-in-case he wanted to pull out the claws. On his shoulders a strip of fur graces the edge where it meets flesh and on the shoulder is an embossed lion in the leather.
His shins and knees are covered in embossed hard leather protecting him from severe damage and also hurts other people like a bitch due to little spikes sticking from the leather about every 3 inches.
Personality: Hiro isn't a complicated individual. He doesn't have many problems except he angers kind of easily. He blames it on his heritage more often then not. Size isn't a horrible issue for him until people start rubbing it into his face. Then he has no qualms with bringing them off there high horse.
He uses his Heritage to his advantage more often then not and usually lets his fists do the talking. He has no problem trying to talk his way out of a situation but he usually has no luck with that. It usually ends up with him trying to fight his way out of some predicament or another.
His most deffining feature has to be the fact that he doesn't give up. Not ever. He is fiercly loyal to those around him expecially small children. If he sees a child in trouble he will lay his life on the line for them. They are the future and all that.
History: Hiroku grew up a half-breed and if that wasn't bad enough a small one at that. His father always taught him not to let the others pick on him or he would be forever someones bitch. His words exactly.
Now he never let his size get him down but the fact that he was a half-breed and in know way ashamed that drew some unwanted attention especially from Vampires and Purists. The Vampires wanted him for food and the Purists wanted him dead because he wasn't clean.
He didn't like any idea but he knew if he ran away he would survive for another day. He took that to heart to. He very rarely ever underestimated his opponents especially when he was younger. If he had even the slightest feeling it was there place he would book it out of there. He didn't feel like dying.
When he was 13 he learned the hardest lesson of all. Everyone dies. His father was the closest thing to a father figure he had and in one instant it all ended. While they where out foraging trying to feed themselves a Purist decided that anything that would make a half-breed didn't deserve to live. A silver bullet took care of that and Hiroku went berserk.
He heard the gun shot and exploded. The world went down to one thing and one thing only. Killing the mother Fucker who just killed his dad. He lashed out with all the force he could muster and the first hit he landed cocked the guys head back on his neck. Before the man could right himself and counter a roundhouse blasted forth to catch him in his ribs.
It was almost enough to watch the man loose all his breath and stumble around but he wasn't dead... Not even close. As Hiro watched him stumble around he just went to work on the man. It wasn't enough for him to suffer. It wouldn't be enough for him to die even.
Without to much effort the man became nothing but a smear on the pavement. A bloody mess that set heavy in Hiro's stomach. He had just killed a man for killing another man. It didn't sit to well for him. He then vowed that unless it was a life or death situation on his behalf he would not kill.
Never knowing his mother he had no where to turn. So he did what he did best and that was to steal and scavenge what he could. He made his weapons from a process his father had taught him and he had added the lions to honor him.
He followed his heart as he often did along with his instincts and it usually served him right. You could never go wrong following the thing that made you survive. At the age of 16 he had ended up protecting a pair of twins who where getting roughed up and soon to be raped by a group of raiders. Pretty little things he couldn't leave them to there fate.
He took the beating of his life that night trying to fight way more people then he knew he could take. He fought a piece of himself that day and it nearly got him killed. As he had brought down the first one close enough to reach he had gotten a good two or three down before he got really beat down. He lay broken and beaten as he watched the gang leave. They got what they wanted from him. He lay broken and bleeding in the streets moments away from death.
He awoke a couple of hours later not where he thought he should be. He was not dead and in Heaven or Hell but rather a warm cot in a small room. Standing over him was a fairly large man... A rather imposing man. It took him a couple of seconds to realize the male wasn't the only one in the room and noticed the pair of petite twins he was off to save before. The resemblance was uncanny. Almost scary. You could tell for sure that they where this mans daughters.
"You have saved my daughters and for that I am in your debt." The old man said with a curious smile pulling his lips up. "You have great honor for someone so young. You risked your lives for a pair of women you didn't know and for that i have great respect for you. I extend an offer to join my household. I want you to protect my daughters when I cannot. I trust you with a burden I would trust no man with."
He didn't have to be asked twice. Without even a second thought he answered with yes and to this day he lives with Hitsugiya Miroku and his two beautiful Daughters Akira and Katsumi. The twins fast became not only his friends but after a year or so with them they became his lovers. Taking the name Miroku he joined the clan the human had started and instead of wearing the mark decided to go for a tattoo.
He bears a scar across his back from the night he saved the daughters... To this day he wears it as a mark of pride. He helps to protect the twins loving them both equally. Its almost as if he shares his heart with two people.
Living with the clan protecting his lovers and his family has all he has known for the last couple of years. This is his story.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strength: Honesty
Loyalty
Humor
Love
Respect
Weakness: Fear
Rage
Hate
Arrogance
Pride
Powers: Has all the half breed powers. Somewhere in between full strength and half-strength. Has control of his shifting to the point he doesn't shift unless he wants to. But then again he wants to alot. He is a brawler through and through. Years of having to protect himself have honed what skills he has.
RP Sample: Hiro stood on the bottom level of the Miroku clan house. It was nearing midnight and all was quite. A good sign. The family had gained prominance in the last couple of years and the raids had all but stopped. Luckily Hitsugiya believed in a calm before the storm and the watch was kept up vigilantly.
"Hey, Hiro. I came to replace you... Go get some sleep you got a day tomorrow." Came a voice from behind him. His good friend Mathius was taking the next shift and he couldn't be happier. Mathius was a fighter through and through. Someone no one took shit from. He was always good to have at your back in a brawl and even better to drink with.
"Good thing to Mathius I need to get some sleep. To much going on tomorrow not to." Shaking his forearm he walked past his friends and started his way up the stairs. It would be a long trip up the 20 flights to hit his room but he had to hit a pit stop on the way up. The kitchens where below his room and he was hungry enough to eat his arm.
Popping in the kitchens he looked around making sure none of the clan cooks where around before swiping a loaf of bread and some cheese. It was going to be a good night tonight. Heading up the last flight to his room he was not surprised to find the lights on in his room. Sitting to one side he pushed the door open with his free hand and looked inside. He wouldn't take any chances but it was who he thought it was.
Katsumi and Akira lay sprawled on his bed a perfect spot for him in the middle. He would strip down and oil up his leathers, the whole time munching the pilfered bread and cheese before joining them. They wouldn't mind. They had learned long ago that he had a ritual before sleep and weapons care was one thing he took great pride in. You don't take care of them and they won't take care of you.
When he was done and his weapons had been hung up he took a quick shower. Cleaning off the smell of leather oil and sweat before Moving his naked self between the twins. As soon as his body was between theirs he didn't need a blanket... They covered him in flesh pretty well. Feeling them against him he mumbled his good nights making sure not to wake them.
PB Name: Shun Oguri
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