Post by kazemitsu on May 19, 2009 23:45:21 GMT -5
ID INFORMATION
Name: Kazemitsu Kotsueki
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Location: Second floor of a house just outside of The Underground.
Affiliation: The Underground
Viral Stats: Not infected
Organization: Civilian
APPEARANCE
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Silvery white, 3 inches in length and mussed up
Figure: Tall (6'3), muscular and toned.
Clothing: Black leather boots, dark green camouflage cargo pants, average brown leather belt, a black muscle shirt, black leather fingerless gloves, a simple wide brimmed brown leather hat, and finally a simple brown leather duster.
Other: A silver chain necklace with a dragon skull on it. A simple wrist watch. And a tribal dragon tattoo on his left shoulder blade.
PERSONAL
Attitude: A quiet and calm individual that is level headed in certain situations such as a combat,or social situations . He is very uncomfortable around crying women so he avoids Witch's as much as he possibly can. He enjoys being around people a bit and will crack a joke occasionally or help a person in dire need. He is also incredibly protective of close friends, family, and loved ones. Lastly he's a possessive man, he will hurt you if you touch or try to take anything he says is his(people not included).
Likes: People, melee weapons, testing his strength,
Dislikes: Jerks, rapists, abusive people
Fears: Close friends or loved ones dying or becoming infected.
Flaws: He is bullheaded and often acts before he thinks, uses his brawn more than his brain, and has an incredibly short temper.
Talents: He excels with melee weaponry, a moderate shot with long ranged weapons, an expert with a shotgun.
COMBAT
Group: Civilian
Position: None
Specialty: Shotguns and melee combat.
Gear: Reinforced duster, it has extra thick leather and padding and also has loops on the back to hold two handed weaponry whether it be a gun or sledgehammer.
Weapons:
A military grade combat dagger strapped to his shoulder.
A medieval battle axe replica.
A pair of spiked knuckles he keeps in his pockets.
A long spear he keeps at his unblocked window.(Will occasionally carry it around)
BACKGROUND
Past: Kazemitsu was born and raised in the more rural part of the city. His parents were kind and caring to all those around them and they cared a great deal for their son. As he got older and went to school he was often picked on for his great size and hair color. He was generally much bigger than his fellow students. But he brushed off their insults with a smile just as his parents told him. Because what better way to get someone to shut up than to smile at their insults as if they were a compliment. The taunts stopped once they got into High School, after all everyone wanted to be unique in these grades for stupid reasons. Or they wanted to be in a group of others like themselves.
Kazemitsu was an average student with grades in the C's and B's. He was the quiet one in the back but tended to be very social when talked to. In his senior year he got a fascination for medieval weaponry for its simplicity and effectiveness. When he graduated and moved to a new neighborhood he started collecting swords, axes, daggers, crossbows, and lances. He kept every one he bought locked away in his basement so no one would steal his little arsenal. While collecting his weapons he also learned how to take apart and put together pistols, rifles, and shotguns so he could work for the local gun store. He enjoyed weapons that much but wasn't a trigger or stab happy idiot.
He eventually bought off his house a couple years later from a good income and his inheritance when his parents died. They were both fifty five years old, a bit young but not an uncommon thing for some families. It happened to his grandparents, great grandparents and so on. He expected to die in his late fifties early sixties. After the virus hit, and passed him by, he placed all his weapons, food, appliances in the second story and attic of his home then he barricaded the stairs with anything heavy that he could think of. He's been holed up there since then and only comes out by ladder to get food, water, and ammo.
RP Example
Kazemitsu woke with a start, sirens were blaring outside and far away judging from the sound. He instantly tugged on a pair of pants and opened the blinds on his bedroom window before gazing outside. He saw police officers outside their cars taking cover behind their doors. There seemed to be a shambling mob heading for them, it was small but still decent in size. About the size of his own neighborhood really. He squinted at the mob and noticed a lot of them had blood on their clothing, had the officers shot them? Impossible since they would be screaming in pain unless their nerves were dead. He got away from his window and started to get dressed, putting non-essentials in his coat pockets such as a shirt and his gloves.
As he clamored down the stairs he heard a crash from his back door, as if the window had been busted in. He grabbed his battle-axe that he kept by the front stairs. He kept all his weaponry inside since he didn't want them to rust. He crept towards the back of his home and heard moaning and what sounded like something scratching his door. He smelt something foul which made him think of road kill or an old corpse. He flicked his kitchen light on and saw his neighbor Mr. Smith, an old man who was his neighbor. Last he saw of him he was bed ridden with a heart monitor and dialysis machine attached to him. But here he was with milky white eyes and blood covering his face....and his jaw flesh missing?
“What the hell happened to you...?” Kaze muttered to himself as he jerked his axe into a hacking position as if he was going to cut a hunk of wood. His only response was a gurgling moan and his door giving way. Mr. Smith shambled slowly towards Victor with his arms outstretched as if wanting a hug, but the hands gripped the air in crooked claws that wanted to grip flesh and rend it from bone. Victor, not hesitating, stepped forward and brought his axe down, cleaving the zombies head in two. He grimaced at the new stench. He knew he didn't have time to get downstairs to his weapon stash so he grabbed an old metal flip lighter from his cabinet, military rations he ordered since they did sell them and they tasted good before fleeing his home and away from the zombie horde in his front yard. The police would handle them hopefully...
