[X]Shakku

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Subject: [X]Shakku Tue Dec 09, 2014 12:56 am

RWBY ROLEPLAY
CHARACTER SHEET

Type: Exchange Student
Full Name: Shakku
Nickname: Shak
Age: 17
Birthday: 8/23/97
Race: Faunus
Aura: Offensive
Aura Color: Olive Green
Semblance:

Grim Reach:

Physical: Shakku is a small bit above average height standing at Six feet one inch tall, making him a bit lanky but still with an average muscle build to compliment his long limbs. His hair is dark brown, almost indifferent from the color black, and it is held back in a pony tail by a white ribbon. A spiky bang covers a very small portion of his face, usually the left eye included. Any other position and it would make his hair spiky like a weapon and give it the appearance of standing up. His eyes are brown but are rarely seen, since they are described as squinted most of the time or appear closed even though they are open and very shifty for observing those around him. He usually has on a yellow jacket with white embroidered edges, and silky white pants, and he usually doesn't wear a shirt or anything underneath his yellow jacket. And when the weather is cold he carries black dress pants, and black dress shirt with white laced edges, and over it a black long tail coat. On his right shoulder he bears a black star tattoo that appears faded, a few of the points more rounded than pointed. His ears and tail resemble that of a grizzly's but are usually covered up by his long hair and black tail coat, though not intentionally, he won't make a point to cover it up after his jacket is removed and hair taken down.

Weapon: Requite(Dormant) Leash
Fighting Style: Bājíquán (Full name: kai men baji quan (開門八極拳), which means "open-gate eight-extremities fist"): A Chinese Martial Art. The basis of it is to move into the opponents space, and deliver attacks mounted to the high, mid, and low levels of the body with short range power, and is most famous for it's elbow strikes, knees, and shoulders. Typical targets included places of weakness such as the neck, legs, and thorax or chest. The six ways of opening revolve around using kicks against the shin or knees against others thigh, fist, elbow, and shoulder for forward and upward attack motions, putting the users arms together similar to a hug, and separating them quickly as to separate the arms and guard of the opponent from itself. With each strike a quick breath is expressed to show power and a balance of force, releasing any stress or extra energy in striking.
Eyes: Brown iris, the top of the iris bears a very feint green hue, giving an appearance when seen closely, towards that of a tree.
Hair: Dark brown hair, barely distinguishable from the color black.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180 Ib's

Personality: Being a fair and polite person Shakku tries his best to stay his reserved self. He wasn't too sure on how other people would respond to his natural behavior and seeing as how people have their own cultures and ways of doing things, he stays reserved in order to not come across as disrespectful or rude; but don't let that fool you. He is also on an evil streak, commonly known to pull pranks and vandalize when no one is there to notice. Not only does he pull dastardly genius pranks, and spray creative tags, he also cooks up quite a mean meal, which all around is worth an arm and/or leg. His favourite food is Blueberry Cream cheese french toast which originally was made whenever the foster home he stayed at could afford the ingredients. The only cook at the orphanage had even appointed shakku as his assistant for most meals. Ever since his departure from the Orphanage, every serving of the dish that he has cooked could never be anywhere near the quality of what he once tasted, although the many people he cooks for, say it tastes great. His favourite subject in school is science, which always stimulates his curiosity. He wonders if the people around him ever realize exactly how much impact they have on the world, no matter how small they are compared to how big the world is, and to Shakku, science is the exact thing to prove that. When fighting, he keeps a cheerful attitude if he has a fair understanding of the person he is up against, but any other time his demeanor is calm, collective, and always aimed for apprehension and incapacitation instead of killing.

Goals: His goals are to mainly to become a great artist, not only for his graffiti but food work as well, and before that his goal is becoming a hunter. His need to become a hunter stems from a quote. "When there is an evil you cannot defeat by just means, do you stain your hands with evil to destroy evil, or do you remain steadfastly just and righteous even if it means surrendering to evil?" If his semblance was shown to others they would think of it as evil, and hate it out of fear since it resembles something that causes fear and suffering already, but that is exactly what his semblance is, fear, evil. With this form of thinking in the young mind of an eager capable fighter, he believes this ability which is called "evil" can be used for greater and better purposes.
Fears: His major fear, even though he accepts it for what it is, is his semblance, and to be clear he truly fears the image his semblance presents being the arms of an Ursa, rather than the semblance itself.
Another fear is of large bodies of water, and riding in boats due to traumatic experiences within a boat that was cast of to sea. The feeling of water around him makes him feel as if he can't breathe or focus, and even using his swimming skills keeps him afloat, barely, and as he continues he just become even more tired and until he has a feeling that he cannot continue and he might sink into the water.

Bad Habits:
Grading other's food and artwork harshly.
Pulling pranks and tagging graffiti.
Forgetting to conceal his ears and tail.
Likes:
He loves Blue Cream Cheese french toast, as well as tasting expert level cooking.
He also likes to interact with people as much as possible, and if he could, fight with them and collect on each move that was made, to possibly better his next fight.
In addition to fighting he loves rematches, despite whether he had won or lost previously.
Dislikes:
Shakku dislikes prejudice against other Faunus, but is a bit indifferent about prejudice against humans, depending on the circumstance of man/woman, adult/child/elderly, etc. This is only because of his slight distrust of people.
He has a small dislike of bad food, or poorly made food, but tries his best not to make it into too much of a problem for others.
He also dislikes being deceived.
He would hate himself having to live with knowing that his trust was wrongly placed, and even worse, if someone were to place their trust in him and he was unable to follow through.

Parents: Unsure.
Siblings: Unsure.

History: Shakku's first memory was awakening to a cage of poor conditions, and shackles that simultaneously bonded his arms and legs to another. He was cold and felt lonesome within the cage. From outside peeking in he could see various gazes that had no intention of freeing the two. After a while of being in the cage he dozed off in a slow process of freezing to death, as the warmth in his body expelled at a constant and dangerous rate but he was unaware of this. He only wanted to sleep. Each breathe he had taken while unconscious let out more and more warmth which couldn't be afforded to have been lost. He was comfortable with this, not even knowledgeable of what it was. A slowly ensuing death had approached at a constant rate, and just like that, as soon as it appeared to the boy it stopped advancing. From his trance like state he awakened to a boy on top of him, the boy's arms, with a grip much tighter than Shakku could ever do at the time wrapped upon his neck. His breathing had stopped, as well as the constant release of heat through his breath.

Believing himself to be safe like this he laid there while the boy's grip had gotten tighter, the chains around their arms jingled with every second of strangling. Through his eyes as they bulged from his eyes due to a lack of air, the figure of death appeared over the aggressive boy, his arms taking a likeness to the cloaked menacing figure. He wasn't alright. As much as shakku wanted to lay there, he wasn't alright. With every inch of his being, he tried to push away at the other boy's face, but his arms being too small to have any effect. The life he didn't know he had was being drained and he couldn't do anything. He didn't want this feeling anymore, he was scared. The menacing figure had peered from his cloak at shakku but it seemed like the other boy hadn't even seen him. The figure grabbed Shakku's right arm transferring what appeared to be a shroud of dark fog, smoking a estranged black color that stemmed from the figure's cloak. Withdrawing his arm, the figure lifted shakku's to the face of the boy, and pushed for shakku with a simple motion, since his arms lacked any force or energy, and yet this appeared to have saved shakku. He gasped deeply Retrieving a certain crystal clear sight in the eyes which had once seen everything so grim and clouded. The sight that appeared to him next had caused some sort of deep trauma. The boy, formerly strangling shakku was now missing a large portion of the skin from his face as well as the eye and pieces of skull. Shivered at the sight of the body, and crawling closer to the opposite corner from what was now a corpse shakku had gagged repeatedly. The blood and flesh had given him such uncomfort he had feinted. The next few days, he could remember fights within cages that had always ended with a similar result. Each fight was watched by appalled and speechless eyes, regarding us as nothing more than animals, even more than that, having us believe we are animals. After each fight the winner was brought back to a cage with even worse conditions. Things were like this for five years until one day no one had come to take the caged children to fight. Instead came a group of human men and faunus, unlocking and unchaining each child. For the next few years until it was determined each child could grow up on their own, they were kept in an Orphanage. Each day was nice within a warm residence, with decent food, and though old habits came out with many fights between the boys early on, it soon grew old as the boys got older becoming even better friends. Shakku of course was no exception though no one had wanted to fight him because of his "blood thirsty" or "savage" nature of fighting. After a few years, he had gone to a discipleship residence where he worked and lived, learning how to better control what would later be known as his "semblance" and to learn the "open gate-eight extremities fist." Soon after he would attend a remote school for training hunters, though the program not being enough of what he wanted in a professional school, he now is transferring to fins a place the can offer him more.

*Patience Level: 5
*Writing Speed: 4

Subject: Re: [X]Shakku Tue Dec 09, 2014 7:18 pm

Have fun out there and be safe and make lots of friends ^-^

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