Post by fushikio on Mar 20, 2007 17:27:47 GMT -5
Name:Fushikio
Gender:male
age:20
Nationality:Fire nation
Bender?:Yes
Bending:fire
Appearance:Short Black hair, wears long black robes with red vein pattern, has amber eyes that always seem to be creased in eternal concentration, he is of medium height (5 ft 4.8 in) and roughly 160lbs, with pale skin due to the fact that he spends most of his time wearing wide brimmed hats that protect his face from the sun, and by covering all exposed skin under clothing. his body is covered in scars, mostly from training mishaps because of his occasional moments of extreme clumsiness. not exactly strong, but still fit for his age.
History (his POV)
My name means revenge, which i was appropriately named because i was born so i could take revenge on my family for the wrongs they had committed. I've been fighting since agni knows when. I've always loved the rush of adrenaline that comes from seeing the terror and anger in a guys face as he figures he is doomed, and the smell of burning flesh. my father was a rather large noble in the fire nation court, while my mom was a cousin of the firelord, thus securing her and my father a niche in the firenation royal family. when i was fifteen, i can remember seeing one of my older brothers, Yongxing, riding a Komodorhino to foundering for no reason other than reason then the fact that he could. as he left i thought "wait a minute, he isn't fit to rule a insane asylum, i am better suited to this than him. I'm not corrupted, or soft", as this thought left i remembered that i had nine brothers and sisters sitting in between me and my father. so i killed them all. i gathered all the dissenters i could find, both in my fathers household and outside of it, and arranged them all in places where they would be of most help. four nights later, i slipped into my eldest brothers room, and with the silk string from a bow, i proceeded to strangle him. soon all across the house my siblings were all lying dead, strangled by my supporters. knowing that my mother was also a deceiving she devil, i had one of my supporters slip a rather large sword through her back. my final move was to strangle my father with a gold robe he liked. my grisly task complete i set about having my men bury the bodies, denying them the joy of becoming one with agni, condemning them to damnation in hell. a day later i announced that my father was dead and that i was now the new governor of the province. within days i had gained the loyalty of both soldier and citizen alike, by decreasing taxes, increasing wages, and "in remembrance of my father" i had increased the public celebrations, using them as chances to slip into the minds of the people that i was to be feared and respected, via several highly public arrests of gang members, culminating in the total immolation of the Golden Chrysanthemum, a group responsible for raiding several ships.
weapons:
a garrote, and Bending (of course), feet, hands, katana, and a small bow.
Personality:
not exactly the nicest of people, he delights in manipulation and subterfuge. mainly wins through a means of ambush, and having his own mean stationed in his opponents army, spreading dissension through their ranks, and ultimately culminating in them turning on their general. He believes that the you should only fight if your prepared to sacrifice everything and even die. Knows how to make any business rich, due to various connections in both high and low places. loves pai-sho, and anything to do with strategy.
Gender:male
age:20
Nationality:Fire nation
Bender?:Yes
Bending:fire
Appearance:Short Black hair, wears long black robes with red vein pattern, has amber eyes that always seem to be creased in eternal concentration, he is of medium height (5 ft 4.8 in) and roughly 160lbs, with pale skin due to the fact that he spends most of his time wearing wide brimmed hats that protect his face from the sun, and by covering all exposed skin under clothing. his body is covered in scars, mostly from training mishaps because of his occasional moments of extreme clumsiness. not exactly strong, but still fit for his age.
History (his POV)
My name means revenge, which i was appropriately named because i was born so i could take revenge on my family for the wrongs they had committed. I've been fighting since agni knows when. I've always loved the rush of adrenaline that comes from seeing the terror and anger in a guys face as he figures he is doomed, and the smell of burning flesh. my father was a rather large noble in the fire nation court, while my mom was a cousin of the firelord, thus securing her and my father a niche in the firenation royal family. when i was fifteen, i can remember seeing one of my older brothers, Yongxing, riding a Komodorhino to foundering for no reason other than reason then the fact that he could. as he left i thought "wait a minute, he isn't fit to rule a insane asylum, i am better suited to this than him. I'm not corrupted, or soft", as this thought left i remembered that i had nine brothers and sisters sitting in between me and my father. so i killed them all. i gathered all the dissenters i could find, both in my fathers household and outside of it, and arranged them all in places where they would be of most help. four nights later, i slipped into my eldest brothers room, and with the silk string from a bow, i proceeded to strangle him. soon all across the house my siblings were all lying dead, strangled by my supporters. knowing that my mother was also a deceiving she devil, i had one of my supporters slip a rather large sword through her back. my final move was to strangle my father with a gold robe he liked. my grisly task complete i set about having my men bury the bodies, denying them the joy of becoming one with agni, condemning them to damnation in hell. a day later i announced that my father was dead and that i was now the new governor of the province. within days i had gained the loyalty of both soldier and citizen alike, by decreasing taxes, increasing wages, and "in remembrance of my father" i had increased the public celebrations, using them as chances to slip into the minds of the people that i was to be feared and respected, via several highly public arrests of gang members, culminating in the total immolation of the Golden Chrysanthemum, a group responsible for raiding several ships.
weapons:
a garrote, and Bending (of course), feet, hands, katana, and a small bow.
Personality:
not exactly the nicest of people, he delights in manipulation and subterfuge. mainly wins through a means of ambush, and having his own mean stationed in his opponents army, spreading dissension through their ranks, and ultimately culminating in them turning on their general. He believes that the you should only fight if your prepared to sacrifice everything and even die. Knows how to make any business rich, due to various connections in both high and low places. loves pai-sho, and anything to do with strategy.
