Name: Rokurou Isah
Country Affiliation: Imuchakk
Race: Halfbred {Imuchakk Dominant}
Tier: D
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 24 [Dec 24th]
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality:Rokurou personality is hard to pin down in a sense that it can be everywhere and no where at the same time. At one point he could be cocky, arrogant and ill-mannered yet at another he could be caring, nice, and considerate of others. Not a natural mute, Rokurou due to an unknown reason this reason being withheld from anyone. Through various motions he is capable of speaking, but many of such are usually him insulting people or asking for directions. While he doesn't speak on more than often occasions, once he does or chooses to it is apparent to see his slightly country accent as well as his well-mannered side. As a man of many flavors so to speak, he finds it easy to participate in activities that hold a high rate of him getting hurt, enjoying pushing himself to the edge and push past his most natural inhibitors.
Likes:Fishing: The act itself is calm and allows Ro to be at peace and focus on one thing in the world.
Traveling: Since leaving his home temporarily to look at a small porting of the world, Ro enjoys the wide open air of traveling.
Dislikes:Drinking Excessively: While he does like to drink, Ro does not like to drink in excess and hates when he gets a hang over.
Loud People: Simply put the male does not like it when people are yelling just to speak to him and often asks them to stop before either walking off or shutting them up.
Aspirations: Ro has few aspirations which guide him on his path to finding himself, but one of which would drag him to the edge of the world and back. To become one of the greatest warriors in his tribe is his goal and is the reason he treks across the world. Through traveling he hopes to gain experience and power that staying in Imachukk would not allow him. Through these methods he will one day come back to his home and take on the ritual no matter if he dies or succeeds.
Phobias/fears: Death. A fear so rational that it haunts every man and woman on the planet. Ro has this fear the same as the rest, but his is not just of fear but the aspect of his goals and his journey being for naught. He fears that dying early or through some mistake that isn't aligned with his purpose captures him, everything he has done would be forgotten and all for naught. He fears being forgotten more than death itself.
Face-Claim: Rokurou Rangetsu -Tales of Berseria
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Scarlet
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 88 kg
Appearance:Ro has mid-length, spiky and black hair which covers the right portion of his face which covers the right side of his face. His hair is tied into a low-ponytail and each strand of hair flicks out.
His attire consists of black legwarmers, pale-lilac samurai pants and woven robes. Another layer of a dark purple robe is worn over and tied around his waist. The purple layer of clothing has orange as its inverted colour. He wears a chest-plate guard and presumably something of the similar sort for his arms, which is finished off by a thick, plated shoulder-guard. He has a strap attached to his torso which he hangs his sword on the back of. Ro also wears traditional sandal footwear for that of samurais; with straps and socks. His unique brand of clothing came from a trader who had visited distant lands and brought them back, the clothing caught the eye of the young Imachukk and now he wears them.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features:-
History:The tale of Rokurou, the halfbred comes at a long distant past as his blue haired father met a young and pretty human female. At first glance their son appeared to take after his human mother, a feat in which his father was most displeased and often wanted to try again but what his father didn't know was sure to come. Growing up Ro showed no real Imuchakk qualities and was given a human life until the age of twelve when his father noticed the Imuchakk in his son.
At that point his father after a "Talk" with his mother took his son back to their native land where he would train him and allow his son to take his own path. At that moment the two returned to Imuchakk where Ro spent a good portion of his life. From wet, cold sun up to wet, cold sundown he spent his time training arduously under his father while under surveillance of the others. While there were people who were curious of the brown haired hulk, some were also weary and even intolerant of his presence.
When not with his father he was often taunted and roped into fights due to this unnatural hair, which at first displeased him until he had gotten too accustomed to the fighting. The thrill that amounted from it caused him to train harder so that after a while the fights did nothing but test him.
As the years rolled by and Ro became the young age of eighteen, a now tall man who had stood at the same berth as his father, he now stood to travel the world to see what had been in store for him. Rokurou wanted to make his own path, to see this big world and to also find things that interested him. As he traveled he was met with different challenges from the terrains that came with, never truly staying in a major city. His eyes laid out on the countryside until he had made shore in an odd place.
While he had reluctantly decided to stay in the area where he had learned skills that not even his father knew. Through his stay he learned to wield a sword alongside polishing his spear arts. Deciding to stay in the land of Kina, he spent his time here until he became the age of 24. Just after his twenty-fourth birthday, the now adult male traveled back to his fathers homeland to begin his journey anew after seeking his fathers council.
Role-Play Sample:The more he stared at the gates it had reminded him of the last meeting of his siblings and what he had needed to do. Dusting off the small bits of dust and diet he looked over his ragged form and shrugged knowing his appearance meant little to him at the moment. First was the gathering of information then he would acquire him a weapon for a later use. As he thought these things he heard the footsteps of somone coming closerr to him. Red eyes slowly peered down towards the female as he examined her ," Red hair...is she a fanalis?," the thought ran through his mind but as she took the initiative and asked the question before him.
A rather fetal snake broke out on his face as he nodded and slipped his hands into his pockets," I am...is there an issue with me being one? Though....I feel as if you are one as well unless your burning red hair is for other reasons," he felt no reason to hold back in his words and continued to look her down despite getting looks from those around him. They were something he had already been used to and today was no different but what would come to be of this meeting between Fanalis he wondered.
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