Post by Max on Sept 26, 2009 20:37:44 GMT -5
Name
Amaterasu Ammy Arisu
Age
12
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Sexual Orientation
He's 12. Guys are Guys and Girls are stinky sticky cootie bags.
Position
Lost - Homeless
Appearance
5'0" Feet Tall
Homeland
Basement - Or Xanadar's Imperial City
Abilities
He's just a little kid, aside from being phisicaly strong for a 12 year old and being good at quite a few things, he's nothing special.
Personality
One Word. A complete, and Total, BRAT.
He's about every parents nightmare. The kid that NO ONE wants to have. He's rude, his mouth spews rainbows, he attacks and or phisicaly harms anyone that just even breathes next to him, he doesn't listen to anything he's told, he's EXTREMELY agressive and very violent. He doesn't go crying and bawling on the ground when he doesnt get something he wants, he instead finds a sharp thing, stabs it into a person, and takes the thing's he wanted.
History
"Yes Sir." "Of Course Sir." "Yes ma'am." "Right Away Ma'am." "I'm Sorry Sir."
Those are basicaly the only words he's known from the age 3. He was born in a family of cats, being a bastard child of one of the manors 'guests'. His mother was a maid, well, rather slave. She was forced to do all the housework, cooking, cleaning, dusting, laundry, mowing the insanely large lawn, cleaning the pool, and at night, things that are best left from the imagination and the mind. The 'master' never touched her aside from the ocasional slap across the face becouse she did something wrong, but he 'rented her out' to one of his many guests.
There were other 'servants' at the manor, but the 'Master' seemed to have it in for his mother. Even for the very first years of his life he was not allowed to be a kid. As a baby if he wouldn't stop crying, he would be taken away from his mother, beaten, and if that didn't shut him up, taped to the wall with ducktape that didn't come off easily.
When still a baby something was burned into his skin. As if he was a cow, a piece of iron was heaten, dipped in pitch black ink, and pressed to his skin untill the metal cooled. What started as a family chrest, would strech into an indescribable tattoo look alike Scar.
He was also raised as a slave, and as soon as he could preform tasks, he was put to work. His mother named him Amaterasu. Usualy a female name, but she loved the name, and its meaning. Ama - Heaven, Sky And Terasu - To Shine Put together meaning Shining Over Heaven, She wanted her son to be happy, there for she tried her best to gain the 'Masters' favor. She worked extra hard, making sure she did a great job...she worked hard at EVERYTHING...everything.....
And becouse of her sacrifice, she gained favor with the Master, and he allowed her, and Ammy, to go to the nearby park for an hour each day.
Though instead of the joyful mother son time she wanted, Ammy instead, for the very first time they were there, asked "Mommy...why do you dissapear at night?" That qeustion alone made her heart clenche and she couldn't control herself, she fellto her knees and started crying, hugging Ammy as tightly as she could. Her usual calm smile and logical thinging was replaced with worry and panic. She quickly picked up her boy and started running. She had chance to get away, she was gonna take it.
But unfortunetly, running cats never did get far. She was gunned down by the first patrol that saw her. Her last words being screams to Ammy To run and never look back. Being raised so strickly, Ammy did so without question, just ran and didn't look back.
He ran and ran and ran. He ran for three days straight, untill finally his legs gave out and he tumbeled to the ground, passing out right there and then.
When he woke up, he didn't know where he was, he was hungry and thirsty and tired. He was dieing, barely able to crawl his way through the woods. He then noticed an odd thing, black smoke. He started dragging his feet as fast as he could, and noticed a campfire with a few people there "....." They had food, maybe they would share some with him? They seemed like nice people. In fact, they were a family, a Young wife and husban, and a small, 2 year old girl. "...." but for some reason, Ammy didn't go to them...there was something deep in his heart that held him back "......" Tears started rolling down his cheeks "Mommy..." he whimpered, then quickly hid as to not give away his possition to the strangers. For some reason things hit him like a truck, things that were kept secret from him, what his mom was pulled away for in the middle of the night, why she cried and why they lived ina dark, cold stone room.
Another feeling started growing inside him "...." he looked at the three, they all had their backs turned to him. He looked around, and picked up a stone. He dragged his feet out of the bushes, but of course, he couldn't be stealthy. The three turned to look at him. The woman screamed and covered her mouth, while the male just jumped "My god whats happened to you?!" The male yelled, The woman imidietly rushed over, kneeling infront of him, checking him over "are you OK? Are you hurt?" She asked, looking at his eyes "....Die." he whimpered "Wha?" "DIE!!!" He screamed, and swung the rock, slamming it into the womans head. A sharp crack at the neck was heard when the womans head twisted back from the impact. He then threw the rock at the male, hitting him right in the head. When he fell, he leaped on him, and japped his fingers into his eyes, ripping them out. The man screamed and strugeled, but eventualy all the red liquid comming out of his eyes killed him. The little girl was standing there, in shock, scared. The boy just ignored her, and ran over to the tents, grabbing every piece of food he could find and running away. Leaving the broken family.
He has changed since then, he harbours an intesne hate for anyone and anyting bigger than him, and he has also learned to take care of himself, he still attacks campers, though these times just scaring them away or knocking them out, or he just hunts a random animal that he found. He has also changed in behavior. The old kind quite obidient boy is gone, replaced with this hell of a little child.
Though there are still times, at night, when he curls up into a ball infront of the fire, and cries untill he falls asleep....
Amaterasu Ammy Arisu
Age
12
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Sexual Orientation
He's 12. Guys are Guys and Girls are stinky sticky cootie bags.
Position
Lost - Homeless
Appearance
5'0" Feet Tall
Homeland
Basement - Or Xanadar's Imperial City
Abilities
He's just a little kid, aside from being phisicaly strong for a 12 year old and being good at quite a few things, he's nothing special.
Personality
One Word. A complete, and Total, BRAT.
He's about every parents nightmare. The kid that NO ONE wants to have. He's rude, his mouth spews rainbows, he attacks and or phisicaly harms anyone that just even breathes next to him, he doesn't listen to anything he's told, he's EXTREMELY agressive and very violent. He doesn't go crying and bawling on the ground when he doesnt get something he wants, he instead finds a sharp thing, stabs it into a person, and takes the thing's he wanted.
History
"Yes Sir." "Of Course Sir." "Yes ma'am." "Right Away Ma'am." "I'm Sorry Sir."
Those are basicaly the only words he's known from the age 3. He was born in a family of cats, being a bastard child of one of the manors 'guests'. His mother was a maid, well, rather slave. She was forced to do all the housework, cooking, cleaning, dusting, laundry, mowing the insanely large lawn, cleaning the pool, and at night, things that are best left from the imagination and the mind. The 'master' never touched her aside from the ocasional slap across the face becouse she did something wrong, but he 'rented her out' to one of his many guests.
There were other 'servants' at the manor, but the 'Master' seemed to have it in for his mother. Even for the very first years of his life he was not allowed to be a kid. As a baby if he wouldn't stop crying, he would be taken away from his mother, beaten, and if that didn't shut him up, taped to the wall with ducktape that didn't come off easily.
When still a baby something was burned into his skin. As if he was a cow, a piece of iron was heaten, dipped in pitch black ink, and pressed to his skin untill the metal cooled. What started as a family chrest, would strech into an indescribable tattoo look alike Scar.
He was also raised as a slave, and as soon as he could preform tasks, he was put to work. His mother named him Amaterasu. Usualy a female name, but she loved the name, and its meaning. Ama - Heaven, Sky And Terasu - To Shine Put together meaning Shining Over Heaven, She wanted her son to be happy, there for she tried her best to gain the 'Masters' favor. She worked extra hard, making sure she did a great job...she worked hard at EVERYTHING...everything.....
And becouse of her sacrifice, she gained favor with the Master, and he allowed her, and Ammy, to go to the nearby park for an hour each day.
Though instead of the joyful mother son time she wanted, Ammy instead, for the very first time they were there, asked "Mommy...why do you dissapear at night?" That qeustion alone made her heart clenche and she couldn't control herself, she fellto her knees and started crying, hugging Ammy as tightly as she could. Her usual calm smile and logical thinging was replaced with worry and panic. She quickly picked up her boy and started running. She had chance to get away, she was gonna take it.
But unfortunetly, running cats never did get far. She was gunned down by the first patrol that saw her. Her last words being screams to Ammy To run and never look back. Being raised so strickly, Ammy did so without question, just ran and didn't look back.
He ran and ran and ran. He ran for three days straight, untill finally his legs gave out and he tumbeled to the ground, passing out right there and then.
When he woke up, he didn't know where he was, he was hungry and thirsty and tired. He was dieing, barely able to crawl his way through the woods. He then noticed an odd thing, black smoke. He started dragging his feet as fast as he could, and noticed a campfire with a few people there "....." They had food, maybe they would share some with him? They seemed like nice people. In fact, they were a family, a Young wife and husban, and a small, 2 year old girl. "...." but for some reason, Ammy didn't go to them...there was something deep in his heart that held him back "......" Tears started rolling down his cheeks "Mommy..." he whimpered, then quickly hid as to not give away his possition to the strangers. For some reason things hit him like a truck, things that were kept secret from him, what his mom was pulled away for in the middle of the night, why she cried and why they lived ina dark, cold stone room.
Another feeling started growing inside him "...." he looked at the three, they all had their backs turned to him. He looked around, and picked up a stone. He dragged his feet out of the bushes, but of course, he couldn't be stealthy. The three turned to look at him. The woman screamed and covered her mouth, while the male just jumped "My god whats happened to you?!" The male yelled, The woman imidietly rushed over, kneeling infront of him, checking him over "are you OK? Are you hurt?" She asked, looking at his eyes "....Die." he whimpered "Wha?" "DIE!!!" He screamed, and swung the rock, slamming it into the womans head. A sharp crack at the neck was heard when the womans head twisted back from the impact. He then threw the rock at the male, hitting him right in the head. When he fell, he leaped on him, and japped his fingers into his eyes, ripping them out. The man screamed and strugeled, but eventualy all the red liquid comming out of his eyes killed him. The little girl was standing there, in shock, scared. The boy just ignored her, and ran over to the tents, grabbing every piece of food he could find and running away. Leaving the broken family.
He has changed since then, he harbours an intesne hate for anyone and anyting bigger than him, and he has also learned to take care of himself, he still attacks campers, though these times just scaring them away or knocking them out, or he just hunts a random animal that he found. He has also changed in behavior. The old kind quite obidient boy is gone, replaced with this hell of a little child.
Though there are still times, at night, when he curls up into a ball infront of the fire, and cries untill he falls asleep....
