SHIRO RYOUTA, Fighter, vulpine
Jun 4, 2012 23:27:52 GMT -5
Post by Shiro Ryouta on Jun 4, 2012 23:27:52 GMT -5
SHIRO, RYOUTA
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- Name: Shiro Ryouta
- Nickname: Call him anything, if he does not like it, he will tell you.
- Sex: Male
- Birthdate: September 7
- Age:: 18
- Nationality: Japanese
- True Name: Vulpine
- True Name Location: On his right side going down from his rib to his pelvis
- Type: Fighter
- Affiliaton: Septimal Moon
- Height: 5'7"
- Weight: 119 lbs
- Hair: His hair is a rare color of pure white. The soft, shaggy hair is medium length (for a boy) and nearly goes to his shoulders. The hair also partially covers up his face and the scar on his cheek.
- Eyes: Shiro's eyes are large and gentle-looking. The color is an interesting shade of red, somewhat mixed with a lonely tone of brown.
- Outfit: Shiro has a very simple outfit which compliments his slight build and gentle, intelligent appearance. On his upper body, he wears many different layers. The innermost is an extremely simple, slightly plain, white button-up shirt. Its collar sticks somewhat up, never truly laying flat down. On top of that is a pale tan-yellow shirt, long sleeved, with an extremely low collar, going down 5 or 6 inches from the bottom of Shiro's neck. It can be completely hidden from view when his coat is closed. The coat is a brown with slight red pigmants in it. The collar of the coat rests lazily on his shoulders and the bottom goes down until an inch above his knees. The cuffs of the coat are large, about 3 or 4 inches long. The pockets are also large with average sized holes. The hood is big, enough to pull over Shiro's eyes with ease. The overall appearance of the coat is baggy, loose, and cheap looking.
The bottom part of Shiro's outfit is plain, dark, nearly black jeans, baggy and a possibly a size to big. He wears a belt, however it is never really seen unless Shiro is shirtless. Black shoes, obviously worn out and used, finishes the outfit, giving the Fighter a particularly poor, innocent, smart look. - Ears: He wishes, but they are gone.
- Sexual Orientation: Does not care, if he loves them, he loves them, no matter the gender.
- Personality:
POSITIVE
Loyal
Mostly honest
Respectful
Caring
Resourceful
Intelligent
NEGATIVE
Untrusting, except for his sacrifice
A really good liar
Seriously, secretly depressed
Insecure
Extremely low self-esteem
Distant - History: Shiro Ryouta was born into a loving family, an only child of Haru and Miki Ryouta. For years, he treasured his family and their perfectly normal lives, cherishing each day with them. It did not last. When Shiro was ten years old, his parents were traveling home from work when a drunk driver collided with them at 90 mph, killing all of them instantly. Heartbroken, Shiro removed himself from a happy existance, hiding his true feelings deep within him.
As the only remaining relative, the little boy was sent to live with his greedy, gambling addicted cousin, Iichi, who lost his parents also, but was old enouh to live alone. For 3 years, they lived together, and the tension was great. Neither of them were very fond of the other, and with his cousin the way he was, what happened next was practically inevitable. One day, a few months after his 13th birthday, a loan shark appeared, demanding payment from Iichi. When the greedy teenager had nothing, the loan shark saw Shiro and offered Iichi a deal he could not refuse. Later, as Shiro was walking to school, a big black car sped towards him, screeched to a halt, and two huge men ran out and shoved a struggling Shiro in the car. Screaming, the last thing he saw was Iichi standing on the corner, shaking hands with a rich-looking man, as he felt the pinch of a needle on his arm.
When he next opened his eyes, a splitting headache split through his skull, his whole body numb. All he could feel was a tugging sensation on his neck. Slowly, everything was comming to him. First his vision cleared. The immediate sight was a bright light, one off those spotlights were trained on him. Beyond the white shine were people, men of all shapes and sizes, but most were older and all were rich looking. Gradually, after a few seconds, sounds rung out. The quiet murmuring of the men at their fancy tables, and the announcer, although he only registered a few words. Something about Number 3174, healthy male, odd white hair and beautiful brown eyes. Suddenly numbers were roared from the crowd, 4 million, 6, 9 million. A clinking noise came from behind him, then a tug. White tail flicking behind him, ears down, Siro was forced to stand up off of his knees. A chain was shackled to his neck, hands cuffed together and feet bound so that only small steps were allowed, the boy slowly made his way off the stage. One word rang in his head ss he was drugged yet again. "Sold!"
After that, Shiro was transported to his new master. A sadistic Billionaire who made his money from the black market and the Japanese Mafia, named Taiki, made Shiro's life a living hell for 4 years. During that time, they would play games with each other. They were horrible, and each time they would leave Shiro in near-death states. The worst was when Taiki injected a poison into the Slave. It brought him a vile, sickening joy to watch his Toy writhe and screech with pain and suffering. When Shiro was about to take his last breaths, with no more strength to scream or shake, the monster Taiki gave the antidote to him. From that day on, Shiro had red eyes and a pink scar, due to inflamed blood vessels, that ran from his cheek, twisted and turned around his body, and ended on his ankle and 'Vulpine' on his right side. Years of living like this had broken Shiro, leaving him a hallow shell. At 17 years old, not having seen one person besides Taiki, not having felt the warmth of any clothing besides extraordinarily thin hospital-style pants or the freedom of being unshackled by his hands and neck to the wall, he finally got a break. People, other than Taiki, rushed into the room, guns in arms and shouting orders given off. None of this had an effect on Shiro though. He had just been released from another game and was, once again, on the verge of death. When he passed out, the Slave felt the nearly long-lost sensation of a blanket over his shoulders, and the gentle touch of someone freeing him from the shackles. And for the first time in four years, Shiro Ryouta smiled.
Months after being freed from the grasps of his Torturer, the young man was recovered physically, his bones no longer showed obviously and his skin was no longer a ghostly white, but emotionally he was scared and detached from the world. The people who rescued him claimed to be from some place called 'Septimal Moon', and that he was a fighter for Vulpine. The only thouht that Shiro had when he was told this was 'Oh... that explains the writing on my side...' - RP Sample: Clink... clink clank clink....... The constant noise was the only thing breaking the silence. Chains lightly tapped one another to form a sharp noise in the death-still quiet. The darkness of the room added to the chill crawling up Shiro's body. Instinctively, the child wrapped his arms around himself.
"I want to go home..." his cracked voice rang out between shivering teeth. A few days ago, he was sold for 9 million yen, and these were the worst of his life.
"Please..." Tears trickled down his cheeks, hitting the floor with a plop. In an instant, a man was infront of Shiro. Tall, even when squatting, greased back, jet black hair, a fancy suit and tie. Yellowing teeth formed a sick grin, shadows covering everything above the mouth.
"Sorry, boy, but your mine now..." and a rough touch glided to Shiro's bare chest as the boy screamed and cried as his ears were slowly, painfully taken from him. Screaming for eternity, Shiro was all alone, all alo-
Gasping loudly, terror rimmed around his red eyes, Shiro jolted awake, sitting straight up in his bed, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. Looking around wildly, the terrified Fighter wondered where he was at. Slowly he realized he was somewhere safe, it was just a nightmare. His death grip loosened on the sheets. Sighing, Shiro got out of bed, no longer wanting to sleep. Threading his right hand through his soft, white hair, his left hand gingerly rested on the exact same spot that Taiki touched so long ago. Closing his eyes and taking a shaken breath in, Shiro wondered if there was a leak in his room, because his cheeks were suddenly wet.
- Your Name: Gemini
- Timezone: Central. Stuck in the middle of the US.
- Faceclaim:
[b]NO. 6[/b] - [i]Sion[/i] - SHIRO RYOUTA
