Post by gouriki on Dec 21, 2010 12:58:29 GMT -5
Human
The Basics
Name: Kyokudai "Gōriki/Gouriki" Raikurai
Gender: M
Day of Birth: May 17th
Age: 16
Height: 6 feet 4 inches
Weight: 178 lb.
Fighting Level: Rookie - Experiencing
Fighting Skill: Connoisseur
The In Depth.
Allegiance: Friends & Family.
Spiritual Awareness:
He is aware of Hollows and is under constant attack from them, usually calling them "Monsters" or "Demons" because it makes it easier to remember them. He however isn't truly aware of Shinigami, though he is aware that there have been strange occurrences when he can sense the spiritual pressure or "aura" (which is what he calls it), of the shinigami and has never met them.
Spiritual Essence Origin:
The origin of his powers derives from the hand-to-hand aspects of the Shinigami, and as a result, he utilizes a "Power-Type" close-combat style.
The Outer Physical:
Gōriki has a strong upper and lower body, due to being a athlete and also being someone who likes to workout as much as possible, having incredible peak abilities while being only human. His body is toned to that of a very lean build and yet is by no means not muscular, despite his training, as he is also one to have incredible flexibility, due to his acrobatic training, due to being a wrestler. He has incredible height thanks to constant stretching and muscle toning.
His is a tanned individual bred with the fact he also has brown skin, from the aftereffects of being in the sun and the culmination of his life work, he shall always have tanned skin. He also wears spiky hair, the wildness of his hair due to not being very elegant to the politeness of society. He has dark brown eyes, and black hair, of which is not very noticeable.
He also has various scars, across his torso and lower-body, with small nicks to large ones, not being afraid to show them off. His hands have callouses and deep scars as well, due to the intense labor induced training he places them through and thus keeps them under wraps.
The Clothing:
What he wears isn't lacking from this predicament. While out, he is incredibly relaxed and acts casually, with a white t-shirt on his upper-body, wearing a headband on his left or right triceps and gauze wraps on both his arms going to his biceps. His lower-body consists of sweat dark blue sweat pants, with a flaming design on each leg, with silver colors on them. he either moves around barefoot or wearing sandals because he hates wearing actual shoes, and sometimes does this in the winter.
His school uniform is a bit modified, he wears the collar open, with a cotton white, sleeveless "wifebeater". He also wears his pants with a belt, which close in on his figure, giving the impression that they are puffier than usual. He also wears the protocol shoes that are needed to be worn, and still wears the gauze wrappings on his forearms. he carries his books in a portfolio and large bag pack.
The Personality:
His nature can often be called as happy-go-lucky, with a bit of "bad-ass" in the middle, he likes nothing more than to show-off to those who want to see him do so and doesn't mind insults from others, only remembering them to help him in his training. He is also one to be oblivious to things around him, often seeing things happening and still asking stupid questions from start to end. However, once he gets to his serious side, this dramatically changes.
When in a fight, his face changes from the constantly smiling individual into a respectable, martial artist with incredible strength and endurance to match this demeanor. He begins to become able to utilize his skills to protect his friends and is not afraid to fight until the death. He also likes to scream to induce "kiai" which is the act of strengthening impact power by screaming and releasing more strength to his already impressive power.
He loves to see kung-fu movies, real or "magical", because he likes to learn more from them, and has on more than one occasion imitated something from those movies. He takes training seriously however, and is often seen running or doing things like balancing on a light pole, sitting on top of a car, often called crazy by his friends for doing so, although he calls this training. He also loves, many different kinds of fruit. When he fights, he takes his shirt off, as a sign that he is ready for battle.
Though not book smart, Gōriki is considered a genius in the effects of fighting and wrestling, utilizing instinctive skills and moves to make his opponents think twice about facing against him in a head-to-head assault. His ability to fight stems from both his experience and the fact that he is an individual who is also incredibly creative, thinking up random, yet effective countermeasures for an assault without much hassle, when it comes to physical battling or weapons assaults.
The Fighting Style:
Gōriki is a "Power-type" physical hand-to hand combatant, having extensive knowledge, physical abilities and dynamic creative skills for close-combat brawls makes him a ferocious opponent in the terms of close combat fighting. He is not one to be easily trifled with, thinking up new strategies within mere moments of fighting, taking his knowledge of the human body to good use, and creating various "paths" to kick his opponents down a few pegs.
He usually doesn't think of any strategies in the beginning of a fight, and is not one to stay behind and allow someone else to fight his battles, making him a hot-blooded individual. Thanks to his skill with acrobatics, and incredibly lean body, he is also an agile sort, capable of instinctively dodging attacks or even doing handsprings, various flips or dance movements without much effort. His most prominent style of use is "Wrestling" or using wrestling techniques to beat his opponents down.
Gōriki is also incredibly willful, not one falling easily to his doom without becoming a bloody mess, a stubborn spirit he is considered by many a fool. Gōriki also has no concept of traps and doesn't truly care about them, usually just taking a hit to give his opponent a hit this is usually called to him "an eye for an eye". Long-range tactics are beyond his power, as he is not someone who will use a long-range assault as it takes too much time and effort, this is one of his ultimate weaknesses if opponents can keep him at bay, the next one is an opponent who is genius at trapping opponents or even a specialist, can subdue him easily.
Gōriki is someone who is honorable, and doesn't attack innocent people, he also goes to great lengths to protect people from getting killed, if he believes them innocent. He is one to give promises to people if he sees fit to do so and never backs down from his promises, making him even more stubborn in combat.
The Human Technicalities.
The Essence Name:
Kajiba no Kuso Djikara - Burning Inner Strength
Human Spiritual Abilities:
Gōriki being the kind of individual he is, is someone who has a fierce will. He is recognized as someone who is strongly connected to his emotions and as a result has the ability to summon the latent powers of that strength in battle.
Cue, his "Buring Inner Strength" which appears as a burning kanji of "WILLPOWER"(意地 [いじ]) on his forehead, and burns brighter the more he wills it (this fire cannot burn people, it just shows his power). This power breaks the inhibitors on his body, both external and internal giving him vast physical abilities (relative to his level of strength, of course meaning, Goōriki without this power is human peak). Gōriki when he first had this power, he could not activate it on will, and usually had to get beaten, backed into a corner or a desperate situation to activate it. When activated, Gōriki is able to fight at peak performance potential while using hand-to-hand abilities.
His constantly being under attack prompted him to train this ability, to fight with this power whenever he saw fit to do so, and after a few months of training by himself (during the summer), he had gained the power to summon this strength by will alone. When this power is summoned by will now, it gives a sort of feeling that the gravity around the user is being pulled down, thus giving it an enormous push downward. This power also does not give him the ability to control flames of any kind.
When he has no will left or his willpower is very low, the flame will go out by itself due to this phenomenon, as even while he may be unconscious the flames still roar.
Gōriki is a skillful wrestler and can use a variety of grapples, throws, strikes and skills to defeat his opponents and offers a variety of strategies to do within close-combat. When he does one of his throws, or grapple techniques and "slams" an opponent any sort of way, he is able to create a crater in the ground from the amount of impact demonstrated (relative to his level of course) and as a result can also do incredibly powerful physical blows, and is also very agile.
The Mortal Origin.
History:
The martial artist started like all other kids, weak, and defenseless, happily stupid and none too strong, often being picked on and bullied because of his childish nature and very awkward nature, people thought of him as weak. His father being a stern individual and his mother worrying about his safety, wanted him to join into martial arts. He joined a Wrestling Gym, and at first hated the idea, but after seeing his first "Powerbomb" as a demonstration, the rest was essentially history.
Becoming stronger as a kid, made Gouriki happy, so much so that others enjoyed sparring with him in account to feeling his happiness, winning or losing in a battle, people would often seem inspired by the boys feelings as a martial artist. As he came stronger and within a fight learned to become that much closer to protecting himself, no one bullied him in school again.
As time passed and he grew more respected, his body would become toned, he would enter into championships and make his parents happy with his constant progression and the will to become that much stronger as a person and as a martial artist, learning through these tough battles how to become stronger. Gouriki seeing as how he had some many tough battles, wanted to utilize a different approach to becoming a wrestler, namely, practicing acrobatics and utilizing his surroundings to his advantage to create a "Street Wrestling" point of view.
Being part of these battles had began to trigger a change within him, a change that would make him essentially stronger but in much more danger. Unknown of how this may of happened, at his fourteenth age within the first five months after this age, he began to see "pluses" or the spirits of which inhabited the world. he began to talk and help them where he was needed (he thought it would help his training, and teach him whatever the lessons were needed to be taught). However, sometime after he had been communicating with the spirits he had felt the presence of different creatures.
After his fifteenth birthday, during a street-fight which he was being outnumbered because a gang member had been harassing a woman (something he despises) he had elected to fight them all, under the circumstances of death of which he firmly agreed. The members used weapons, needless to say, this battle was one of the main reasons he has the scar on his nose. His adrenaline from the battle had heightened the hidden reserves of spiritual power that had been untapped, because he was upon the brink of death from this battle.
The release had a tremendous effect on him, being able to attack with incredible strength and power beyond his limits and move at incredibly faster speed, had allowed him to get out of this fight alive. However, he did not know what would become of him later on, as a pray to an evil force of monsters. After this fight, his nose, (of which he wanted to keep scarred) had healed, and his body had healed much faster thanks to the unlocking of hidden strength.
He decided to test his new limits and practice in much higher training methods (the crazier ones I mentioned). However, he had much speculation of being watched or being attacked by the monsters with the suspicions they were actively targeting him. Each time he faced them, was a life or death situation, where he had almost failed to become powerful enough to defeat them. These battles were killer, and so he had gotten stronger yet, he still needed to be able to use his powers at will.
Luckily, during his highschool days, his Freshman year was over, and with this came his summer vacation. Within summer vacation, he vowed to use this time to train non-stop to become an incredible user of his power, and thus activate it and keep it on at will. Using this training, he goaded Hollows to fight him, went through extensive agony and pain to gain his power, and thus grasped it so closely in his hands, that by the first two months he had master the summoning it at will.
The next month, he had trained himself to keep this power going, intensifying it can learning to use and activate it at long periods of time without it completely exhausting him. This had been achieved as even while he slept, he kept it on (since there weren't many spiritually inclined people to detect him, and battles with Hollows were far easier) and thus he had been given a strong and powerful skill of which he was capable of keeping active and powerfully displaying. He had indeed grown stronger.
However, all good things, come to an end eventually... as peace did not last long.
The Others:
Rp Example:
'I couldn't beat him... he was still alive when I lost conscious... I couldn't beat him, this is so... so... I couldn't...' Gasping his fists during his walk through this darkness, not a shred of light had been seen through this place, a place where everything seemed to be blurred and the only saving grace was silence, though silence had its limits, no one enjoyed eternal silence.His body was floating through this abysmal hole, the gaping darkness made nothing seem more apparent to him then his defeat at the hands of a creature who was far superior to him. His eyes closed, clenched fists had made a large gripping motion, as his head lowered with great depression, his eyes opening slowly. 'This feeling... something I've never felt before... something that has made me weak, something that can't be explained... what is it?'
He closed his eyes once more, beginning to blink, time had slowed drastically, beginning to walk down this path with little to no signs of Gouriki's bubbly and ready to strike anything nature, his always determined face turned into a purely dreaded hold of absence and underlining darkness, from his own self-doubt and lacking resolve. had he given up totally, where was he, in his own state of mind, dead, or was he within the in-between of this, he didn't care, all he knew was that he had lost an important battle, and now, he had probably cost people their lives, what hope was he for their futures, the "Great Gouriki", reduced to ashes of his former self.
'This feeling... I finally know what it is... a feeling of... a feeling of... despair...' He had whispered to himself, his eyes going forward, walking further and further forward, his fists gripping even tighter than before, blood dripping from the skin, from the strain of his muscles, as he dropped to his knees and looked up, his eyes closed. 'Why, why does this feeling come to me?! WHY?!' A large scream had echoed through the darkness, to its core, nothing could be found, nothing could be seen, and nothing could guide him to his finale, his eternal rest, to his fate... was he truly dead.
"YOU IDIOT!" A smashing slap came to his face, as he had opened his eyes fully, watching the side of the wall, of which had came into his vision, a screaming mother... his mother would begin to shake him repeatedly with her hands clenching his shirt, screaming at him with repeated words of anger. He was surprised, his body was bandaged pretty well, tied tightly and securely, thanks to numerous injuries and much bleeding from the three large scars made on his body.
He arose his eyes to his father, who stood with much disappointment to his eyes, his mother began to cry into his chest. He had only watched, having no words to say, how long had he been sleeping, it would seem he would get his answer a nurse coming in and beginning to speak to his parents and then to him.
"Hello, Gouriki, you finally woke up, huh? I'm surprised, that's some spirit you must have, normal people would of died from your injuries, exhaustion, and blood-loss, not to mention body starvation..." Gouriki, watched her with a stinging sensation coming from his body, one eye closing as the pain had come over him, his mother steal crying, as he watched her.
"M-mom, it's OK... I'm fine, see, I am alive." He started to talk, with a large smile on his face, his father would soon punch him very hard, although he was injured, the nurse held her arms towards her body tightly, in shock to this.
"You aren't OK, you fucking hear me, Gouriki?!" He said gripping his shirt as he punched him once more, and held him with one hand. "What the hell could of happened that you would have these injuries, huh? Answer me!" His father screamed in anger, pushing him back to the bed as soon as Gouriki turned his eyes, he looked back to him, and frowned. the nurse looked back, to see the doctor who had taken care of Gouriki during his sleep had come and smiled.
"Well, you did survive, hm? That's very good, you have quite the strong will young man." Gouriki only closed his eyes and took his time to speak once more. "How long, have I been sleeping?" The doctor gestured, his hands in his pockets as he looked out the window to his bedside, and sighed. "A day, twenty-four hours, whatever you name it, it's been that long."
Gouriki pestered a bit, and looked back to his parents, who were still angry, but not as much so, he said nothing to them, and a she looked back to the doctor, the nurse had left, and the doctor had sat at his bed side. "Gouriki... I want you to tell me, how did you get those injuries... those weren't normal injuries, hell we can't even see those scars healing well from the amount of punishment you took." He said watching Gouriki within his eyes to tell if he were saying the truth.
"Gouriki, tell the truth to the doctor, how did you get those scars?!" His father said bellowing, his mother only watching, with a depressed look, her eyes full of tear trails, however Gouriki would only lay back down, and not say a word, his father getting angry once more, before the doctor had stopped him. "Let the boy rest, maybe he will tell us later, however there is no point in hitting him anymore, plus as you can see he must be exhausted..."
His father only sighed, and then placed his fist down, after he had nodded. "OK..." The doctors eyes only closed and nodded, Gouriki had drifted into sleep after two hours, eating some liquid foods, and drinking water, he had decided to rest his body.
Within his "dreams" it was non-stop tormenting from the monster that he had fought, his eyes opening four times during his supposed sleep, not having any basic appreciation for this nightmarish tone. He only decided to stay awake, his eyes closed yet his body awoken, entering into a sort of trance, after the fifth time of trying to sleep, he had only stared to the ceiling.
He had seen the flowers given to him after two days in the hospital, his friends had came to visit hi mas well as a few of the teachers, who knew of his "exploits". He had drifted from talking to just sitting and not saying a word, totally unlike the true Gouriki who was always one to talk and be happy. He had to rethink himself something less than he was, for this battle had messed with not only his psyche but his entire world as he knew it. Was boxing not the answer, was there something more, one thing was for sure, Gouriki didn't know what would happen down the road but it would seemingly be very, unhappy at his current state.
He was thinking, he couldn't stop fixating himself to the fact that he lost, not knowing the full reason why, though he could only see himself being weaker, and that was the true reason. The fact that he lost didn't affect him as much, but the fact he was "weak" still remained. All that training, all that preparation to fight, and he saw something... a shadow in his path, something covering him with pure, perfect darkness, an enemy that placed him within a perfect hypnosis of his own design.
After a while of looking out the window thinking to himself. He had seen something, his body had healed with his injuries seemingly dissipating, though the scars did not, they did close, he thought however that they would never become the same, and if this was the case, then Gouriki would keep it as a reminder that he would have to succeed himself and that a warriors curse is not that he had to become what he didn't wish to become, but how many scars would he be willing to have to know this.
the scars were on the middle of his nose (covering his first scar), on his chest and stomach and at his knees, all three of these scars would represent that creatures power. So he had decided to not get rid of them as a result. A day later, Gouriki felt fully healed and rested, the doctors astonished at his healing rate though wanted him to stay in the hospital, taking off his cast yet keeping him in bandages. However, Gouriki had his own plans.
Sneaking out of the window of the hospital, Gouriki had decided to move on his own, and try to figure out what he needed to accomplish. After hitting the ground, he felt his fists, and looked to the scars on his knuckles before talking to himself. "Maybe boxing isn't the only answer... a warrior should follow his own way, yet that doesn't mean he needs a path... maybe I need to open my mind to all roads?" He whispered, beginning to take off his bandages, throwing them in the nearby garbage, can, yet keeping the bandages on his nose and side of his cheek.
"Mom... dad, I'll come back to you later, but for right now, I need my own time to think, this battle has made me realize just how insignificant I am in this world..." He said to himself, beginning to run, his fists tightening as he scurried forward at incredible speed, running as fast as he could, beginning to move at such a speed, most people couldn't tell who he was to begin with.
Stopping on the border of Karakura Town, he sighed and looked down the rocky steep over the pat of trees, a river and such most likely connected to the river within the park. He sat and watched the rocks, for moments, sighing to himself as he chuckled. "Feels good to be out of that place..." He began to speak to himself, and after a while of looking began to practice his punches, left, and right over and over again, his eyes closed as his legs moved with the flow of motion with his fists and feet, over and over moving again, as he shadow boxed the air.
He began to think about the thrill of the old movies of martial arts he watched and had examined looked deep within himself for the answers he sought. "A warrior must cut their own path, never following the path of someone they know, because that path may not be the correct path..." He had hear, that one line from one of his favorite movies, "Fist of the Iron Dragon", a movie of which showed the effects of many different styles polished together from a string of martial arts, which the protagonist had perfected for his own line of skills, and then he thought about it.
"That is what I must do, Boxing is a style with set rules and regulations, I follow those regulations to the book, but why? Because, they are apart of my life, however, no more..." He grinned and then made a pose, doing a swift upward kick to the air, showing a dizzying sort of nimbleness, due to his enhanced skills and acrobatic sense. "No style is left behind, from this moment on, I shall create my own unique style!" His resolve had finally shown, his kick staying airborne, as he huffed and nodded.
"Time to study, some martial arts..." He said to himself, leaping down the waterfall, the water splashing as he hit the bottom of the river, and grinned. He had made his will, and now his advancing had been set from such a common style, to creating a mastering style of his own.
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