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Basic info
Name: Werndo Shan
Age: 22
Birthday: June 22nd
Gender: Male
Race: Owl Fanus, which gives him super-human hearing.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 130 pounds
Face Claim: Kaze from Fire Emblem
Stats
STR: 5
DEF: 1
RES: 1
SPT: 5
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Major: Combat
Likes: Delicious food: He loves his food, especially when made in spices.
His blade, Hāto hi.: It's very special to him.
Combat: Due to being raised on fighting, it's very special to him.
Dislikes:
People insulting him: He's an honorable ninja, dammit.
Cold food: Food has to be hot.
Idiots: He's unaware he's an idiot, but hates those whom he considers an idiot.
Fears: Loud Noises: Due to his super hearing, these always catch him off guard.
Being found when trying to sneak: Obviously a bred fear rather then birth from experience.
Sushi: Undeniably a fear that's completely stupid, it's unknown where it comes from.
Overall Personality: He's a kind idiot. He's been told to keep a completely serious and cold outside, even if he truly yearns for something. He's not even capable of doing it when it's a modicum of amusing. He's competitive. Very competitive. If you challenge him, you'll most likely end up going down with him. If that's even a possible end, but that won't stop him if it isn't. He'll try anyhow, and probably end up hurting himself more then he should. This should be a bright warning sign for those involved with him, but he doesn't make it blazingly obvious till he's in a fight. The whole fighting until he can't fight no more.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Grey
Semblance: Fire Creation/Manipulation: He's able to create fire from the gas in the air, and manipulate it.
Item 1: Hāto hi - His Katana, the metal colored red. It's completely normal, otherwise. It's kept in a sheath on his hip.
Item 2: Wind Dust
History and Sample
- History:
- Werndo, simply put, was raised in a temple and rarely left. He was trained from the ground up from his master. He considers this master of his nearly godlike, due to having never been able to beat him. A social activity to him, was to simply look at people crossing the road and meet them at the door if they had gotten lost. It wasn't a very social life style, but that wasn't his goal. Not in the slightest. His goal was to get strong. He even has enough balance to stand on one fight on a tight rope. It's the small, minor actions that matter when it comes to such extremes. He knows it from experience. He's even got enough fights under his belt that he could be considered a vetern fighter. Not that he cares about simple titles like that. All he cares about is that he's a ninja, and that the title was given by his master.
Hell, he didn't even have a friend until he was 18. Even then, that friend was just someone he beat the crap out of and they beat him back because they were about as equally strong. It was something amazing to see two trained fighters go at it like they did. They had nothing holding them back, since they had a healer on site that would always heal internal injures. External injures don't matter nearly as much as one might thing, since they rarely happened. Most of the time, it was just a bruise. The bruise, though, came from internal bleeding of some sort. He's used to bleeding now. It's a state he's actually comfortable in, as it tells him that what or who he's fighting is even near worth fighting, and that alone, makes it worth it to bleed his very own blood.
- RP Sample:
- In front of him was what most would call a thug. The man had challenged him to a fight, saying that he couldn't use his weapon. Fine. That was perfectly fine. What was not fine, though, was the thug after a swift kick to the side of the skull. The man was unconscious mere seconds after the fight started, and this actually bothered Werndo. He expected a nice, long fight. The guy looked tough! Why couldn't he take hits? Any other guy he faced would've taken the kick and returned with a nice, hard punch right to the nose. It was a fight, and he could only take one hit? What is this? Did he fight a normal person on accident?
This didn't worry him as much as the group of people charging at him. He looked at the weapon on his hip. Should he?
He decided yes, and swiftly disposed of the group of people running at him.
