Post by Max on Apr 23, 2010 19:30:40 GMT -5
Name
Gunji
Age
24
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Position
Rule Safeguard
Appearance
6'4"
Homeland
Xanadar
Abilities
As one could tell from first glance he's very fit, plus add the fact that he's a giant, wieghs 190 pounds, and seems to always have an adrenaline rush, and you've got yourself one persistant, although not too smart fighter. His abilities do not extend beyond anything a human would be capable of. But he is able to block out any sort of pain, and getting wounded in a fight only adds to his adrenaline rush, making him only that more determined to kill. A lot like an animal.
Personality
He is quite an interesting person. He's extremely sadistic in his killings, making sure to mutilate the body of his victim aslong as it was still alive and hasn't fallen to the ground. Aslong as he doesnt have to bend or crouch, he'll keep cutting and stabbing and ripping away untilltheres noting but shreds and pieces left.
He's not too smart, infact he's somewhat of an idiot. He has a habit of acting like am imatture kid, calling older people 'old guy' 'old hag' or 'wrinkles' and people shorter than him 'shrimp' or 'midget'. He loves candy, sweet-bread, and anything else thats 'sweet'. If given the opertunity, he wouldn't mind downing few pounds of sugar. Though don't you dare trick him or tease him with candy, the last person that did had his intestine on the floor while he was munching on the sweets he was being teased with.
History
His earliest memory is of him standing still, blood all around him and on him, many bodies of people he doesnt recognise, and something cold against his forhead. Then a loud noise, like an explosion happened right next to his ear. Then a warmth. A comforting warmth spread onto his arms, and over his entire body.
He was just standing, not moving. Standing in a puddle. Bodies everywhere. Then a shout, a sound of something breaking, and then many people in armor rushing in. Then threw him to the ground and bound him with metal, and took him away.
Then he was in a room, a big room with many beds, many children, all laughing and smiling. Playing with toys, drawing, singing, a few older people watching over them. Many tried to talk to him, asked to play with him. But he just stood, not moving, his eyes not leaving the empty void he was staring at.
He didn't know how much time passed, but as he stayed, some left, more came. It became crowded. He didn't get to eat more than once. He had to sleep on the ground on a blanket. Give his bed to the smaller ones.
He was cold, so cold. Uncomfortable, the floor hard and cold. But then a warmth, sudden softness. He felt happy. But then a scream, someone grabbed his arm and pulled. "No!" He yelled, and a few seconds later, the warmth and softness returned. Bigger, he could strech out, no need to curl up.
Cold. So cold. Dark. So Dark. Couldn't see a thing. Man walked past. A dinging sound as something long hit those narrow black lines between the light infront.
Food. Untasty. Water. Yelling. Cursing. Many more. Like him. Pushed out of home. Into outside. Surrounded. The light grew dim. Sun blocked. He fell. Stunble left. Stumble right. Stumble Back. Stubmle Forward. Again and again. "...It hurts..."
Warmth...the warmth again....
Shouts. Whistles. The loud sound. Explosion...
No. Explosion Bad. Bad. Very Bad. Away. Run. No. Warmth. Sudden warmth. Explosions. But more Warmth....
Stay...stay in warmth...explosions gone...warmth here...Stay in warmth...
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He woke up when an old man splashed water in his vace "Oi, kid, wake up." He did, standing up. He asked what was going on. It was soon explained to him that he was 'recruited' for an underground fighting ring. And that he'd have to fight to survive. He didn't get time to ask more questions, he was shoved into a cell. It felt familiar...
He was pushed to fight people larger and stronger than him. But every time he won. Just barely.Though when he began to fill a comforting warmth from the blood that spilled onto him from his enemies, he became eager to fight. He became a champion, but then because of his oponents only being able to have one fight. He was set aside. Put as a 'referee' of sorts. Anytime someone broke the rules. He could kill them. In any way he wanted.
He didn't really know how he got into his mess. But hey, he loved killing, and he got a nice room and all the sweets he wants. He was happy.
Gunji
Age
24
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Position
Rule Safeguard
Appearance
6'4"
Homeland
Xanadar
Abilities
As one could tell from first glance he's very fit, plus add the fact that he's a giant, wieghs 190 pounds, and seems to always have an adrenaline rush, and you've got yourself one persistant, although not too smart fighter. His abilities do not extend beyond anything a human would be capable of. But he is able to block out any sort of pain, and getting wounded in a fight only adds to his adrenaline rush, making him only that more determined to kill. A lot like an animal.
Personality
He is quite an interesting person. He's extremely sadistic in his killings, making sure to mutilate the body of his victim aslong as it was still alive and hasn't fallen to the ground. Aslong as he doesnt have to bend or crouch, he'll keep cutting and stabbing and ripping away untilltheres noting but shreds and pieces left.
He's not too smart, infact he's somewhat of an idiot. He has a habit of acting like am imatture kid, calling older people 'old guy' 'old hag' or 'wrinkles' and people shorter than him 'shrimp' or 'midget'. He loves candy, sweet-bread, and anything else thats 'sweet'. If given the opertunity, he wouldn't mind downing few pounds of sugar. Though don't you dare trick him or tease him with candy, the last person that did had his intestine on the floor while he was munching on the sweets he was being teased with.
History
His earliest memory is of him standing still, blood all around him and on him, many bodies of people he doesnt recognise, and something cold against his forhead. Then a loud noise, like an explosion happened right next to his ear. Then a warmth. A comforting warmth spread onto his arms, and over his entire body.
He was just standing, not moving. Standing in a puddle. Bodies everywhere. Then a shout, a sound of something breaking, and then many people in armor rushing in. Then threw him to the ground and bound him with metal, and took him away.
Then he was in a room, a big room with many beds, many children, all laughing and smiling. Playing with toys, drawing, singing, a few older people watching over them. Many tried to talk to him, asked to play with him. But he just stood, not moving, his eyes not leaving the empty void he was staring at.
He didn't know how much time passed, but as he stayed, some left, more came. It became crowded. He didn't get to eat more than once. He had to sleep on the ground on a blanket. Give his bed to the smaller ones.
He was cold, so cold. Uncomfortable, the floor hard and cold. But then a warmth, sudden softness. He felt happy. But then a scream, someone grabbed his arm and pulled. "No!" He yelled, and a few seconds later, the warmth and softness returned. Bigger, he could strech out, no need to curl up.
Cold. So cold. Dark. So Dark. Couldn't see a thing. Man walked past. A dinging sound as something long hit those narrow black lines between the light infront.
Food. Untasty. Water. Yelling. Cursing. Many more. Like him. Pushed out of home. Into outside. Surrounded. The light grew dim. Sun blocked. He fell. Stunble left. Stumble right. Stumble Back. Stubmle Forward. Again and again. "...It hurts..."
Warmth...the warmth again....
Shouts. Whistles. The loud sound. Explosion...
No. Explosion Bad. Bad. Very Bad. Away. Run. No. Warmth. Sudden warmth. Explosions. But more Warmth....
Stay...stay in warmth...explosions gone...warmth here...Stay in warmth...
Stay in wa-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He woke up when an old man splashed water in his vace "Oi, kid, wake up." He did, standing up. He asked what was going on. It was soon explained to him that he was 'recruited' for an underground fighting ring. And that he'd have to fight to survive. He didn't get time to ask more questions, he was shoved into a cell. It felt familiar...
He was pushed to fight people larger and stronger than him. But every time he won. Just barely.Though when he began to fill a comforting warmth from the blood that spilled onto him from his enemies, he became eager to fight. He became a champion, but then because of his oponents only being able to have one fight. He was set aside. Put as a 'referee' of sorts. Anytime someone broke the rules. He could kill them. In any way he wanted.
He didn't really know how he got into his mess. But hey, he loved killing, and he got a nice room and all the sweets he wants. He was happy.