Post by kurai on May 15, 2010 21:32:21 GMT -5
Full Name:*Kurai (no last name)
Nicknames:*Rai
Age:*28
Height:*6'10.5''
Weight:*221
Gender:*male
Race:* unknown, not even he knows his decent
Alliance: neutral
Home: unknown as well, though he believes it is outside of the galaxy
Franchise: none
Physical Description: Tall, His face covered up partially by his long, dark brown, untamed hair. his red cloak, torn and tattered in many places, but still functional. His boots and pants slightly armored. A bandanna, of the darkest blood red, would be tied around his forehead, mainly to keep the sweat from his eyes while he fights. He rarely puts his gun in his holster, since he prefers to be battle ready at all times. The gun itself has a larger, and longer barrel. On the end of the handle of it, it has a long spike, made of the hardest metal in the galaxy. His shirt is of the purest black and his belt is just as dark, but with shine on it. His cloak is fastened by a series of twelve fasteners, arranged in 3 columns of 4. The cloak occasional giving off a small puff of smoke from one of the tattered ends.
Weapons: Magnum with 13 inch long barrel, which is almost a whopping 3 centimeters wide
A hidden sword which he may summon from his shadow if it is needed, blade shows no effect, but the area striking the armor/skin of the opponent becomes sharper an instant before impact, via a shadow
Abilities/Powers: can look into a persons eyes and predict the next move, this however does not always work. he is known as a Velocity fighter, almost capable of breaking the sound barrier with his sword and/or his movements in a fight. Can shoot a consuming shadow-fire from his magnum, to consume the foe in unimaginable pain.
Skills: can cook rather well, since hes a loner.
Personality: rather anti social. Does not like to talk to many people. There is not much in which can get you on his “good” side. Most of the time he will remain silent, unless its necessary to speak.
History: Falling through the earths atmosphere was nothing compared to his landing. When he woke up nearly a week later, he was on the outskirts of a city. It was dark when he stood up and looked around. The sky showed little traces of light in it. To his right he saw a light, possibly inhabitants of the strange new planet.
He walked that way for about an hour, the light not seeming to get closer. He then remembered some of his training back home. He would have seemingly disappeared to the naked eye to any who were around. Upon reaching the light, he sees now that it was a fire. When looking around the fire he found that the people around it had recently departed. And swiftly.
He stood up, looking around. Something was near and he was damn determined to figure out what. Suddenly a man, or what had the shape of a man, sprung up from behind a low, flat cactus. A gun in his hand, the man spoke to Kurai in a slight stutter. The words, in a language Kurai did not understand, were meaningless to him. He turned, pulled out his Magnum, and pointed it at the man. In his own language he insulted the man and then pulled the trigger.
With only the gun remaining in the spot in which the man once stood Kurai turned and left. Hearing the new language, he inferred that he was going to have to learn it if he was going to get by.
Longer story short he learned the language and several others, and set off to do whatever the heck he felt like doing.
Other: when in the shadows, he is near invisible, only the trained eye can see his swift movements
Picture:
Nicknames:*Rai
Age:*28
Height:*6'10.5''
Weight:*221
Gender:*male
Race:* unknown, not even he knows his decent
Alliance: neutral
Home: unknown as well, though he believes it is outside of the galaxy
Franchise: none
Physical Description: Tall, His face covered up partially by his long, dark brown, untamed hair. his red cloak, torn and tattered in many places, but still functional. His boots and pants slightly armored. A bandanna, of the darkest blood red, would be tied around his forehead, mainly to keep the sweat from his eyes while he fights. He rarely puts his gun in his holster, since he prefers to be battle ready at all times. The gun itself has a larger, and longer barrel. On the end of the handle of it, it has a long spike, made of the hardest metal in the galaxy. His shirt is of the purest black and his belt is just as dark, but with shine on it. His cloak is fastened by a series of twelve fasteners, arranged in 3 columns of 4. The cloak occasional giving off a small puff of smoke from one of the tattered ends.
Weapons: Magnum with 13 inch long barrel, which is almost a whopping 3 centimeters wide
A hidden sword which he may summon from his shadow if it is needed, blade shows no effect, but the area striking the armor/skin of the opponent becomes sharper an instant before impact, via a shadow
Abilities/Powers: can look into a persons eyes and predict the next move, this however does not always work. he is known as a Velocity fighter, almost capable of breaking the sound barrier with his sword and/or his movements in a fight. Can shoot a consuming shadow-fire from his magnum, to consume the foe in unimaginable pain.
Skills: can cook rather well, since hes a loner.
Personality: rather anti social. Does not like to talk to many people. There is not much in which can get you on his “good” side. Most of the time he will remain silent, unless its necessary to speak.
History: Falling through the earths atmosphere was nothing compared to his landing. When he woke up nearly a week later, he was on the outskirts of a city. It was dark when he stood up and looked around. The sky showed little traces of light in it. To his right he saw a light, possibly inhabitants of the strange new planet.
He walked that way for about an hour, the light not seeming to get closer. He then remembered some of his training back home. He would have seemingly disappeared to the naked eye to any who were around. Upon reaching the light, he sees now that it was a fire. When looking around the fire he found that the people around it had recently departed. And swiftly.
He stood up, looking around. Something was near and he was damn determined to figure out what. Suddenly a man, or what had the shape of a man, sprung up from behind a low, flat cactus. A gun in his hand, the man spoke to Kurai in a slight stutter. The words, in a language Kurai did not understand, were meaningless to him. He turned, pulled out his Magnum, and pointed it at the man. In his own language he insulted the man and then pulled the trigger.
With only the gun remaining in the spot in which the man once stood Kurai turned and left. Hearing the new language, he inferred that he was going to have to learn it if he was going to get by.
Longer story short he learned the language and several others, and set off to do whatever the heck he felt like doing.
Other: when in the shadows, he is near invisible, only the trained eye can see his swift movements
Picture:
