Name: Tatara -Teperoro Bloodline-
Country Affiliation: Imuchakk
Race: Imuchakk
Tier: D-tier
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 15 + August 16, xxxx
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:
Normal Bias | Tatara, is from a long line of warriors both men and women alike who carry the will of their ancestor Teperoro. Tending to have a grace-like violent nature to them with hints of generosity that goes on for miles even to the sinister people. Altruistic in a way, he thrives off helping others below him, being that higher power to change someone else's outcome makes him smile on the inside. Normally on his face is a smile, with a longing gaze hidden by his icy stare to whomever, one can take it as him being pissed another could take it as smug, like he’s looking down on them.
Towards Others | Tatara, does not like talking to new people, let alone trust easily. He may have a gentle smile and offer help, but once that runs out he discards all previous alliances, bond, etc… meaning all is up in the air. This way of interacting happening after his people in the village sided with the one who killed his grandfather, and father. Taking at most a long hard months, too maybe a year to give someone his trust outside of working towards a singular goal. Outcomes to him of others matter little as all life besides his, and his mother are beneath him.
In Battle | Tatara, is a warrior first and foremost. He however sees battle as a hunt, leading him to all sorts of taunting, uncommon tricks, strategy, and perceive strikes in his ideal style of ‘hunting’ opponents. Unable to learn the rest of his grandfathers, and fathers style of hunting he had to continue on with his own doing the fundamentals over and over. Using different breathing techniques with a bow, taking hold of stances or lowered squats/poses to increase his mobility, or going in for the good ole close combat for jagged charged, or quick blows with his immense strength. He believes himself to be like a devil, or dragon using his poses to insight fear, before attacking his opponent. He cares little of others attack believing to play heavily into his natural defense before focusing on his other defense in skills.
Likes:
- Finding a extreme interest into getting off on pleasure, he finds it as the most potent and raw emotion to feel giving him the full peak, and uncontrollable libido.
- Going into deep thoughts about his week, or previous months reliving the moments in his mind trying to better himself mentally.
- Enjoys putting time into reading, always has since a young age. Ready to learn anything new along his journey, hoping to reach new theories, see new thought patterns from others, or eventually have an excellent understanding of each region.
- The different tastes of fruits remind him of the different emotions one can experience, so he enjoys trying new fruits they receive on the island once in awhile; Especially liking grapes the most.
- Having the belief of gods isn't common, but he enjoys being able to place his faith in a higher power hoping one day to be blessed by them.
Dislikes:
- Seeing in how someone could act bored, or distant towards someone pisses him off. Being someone who enjoys emotions through his life. That people who waste them just makes him want to agitate them.
- The human race doesn't fascinate him, they even leave a bitter taste in his mouth after briefly speaking to them. It's sort of a racism problem for him, but to him they should be bottom of the food chain, even below animals.
- Hates heading too many rhetorical questions asked by others instead of getting to the point, three or so don't bother him too much.
Aspirations:
- Some in his village may not enjoy magic, or anything that does not fall under the normal level of physics, he is somewhat fascinated by it. Believing that the gods blessed certain people, especially his grandfather Teperoro, with the will to summon elements, change their bodies, or do something that one could not explain. He wants to be able to speak with a god and get there blessing and obtain the ability to shapeshift, but that is a far fetched ideal. Only to obtain this power to fight Asisiak to redeem his family honor
- Even though he does not like the united village chief too much, he would still like to prove himself and fight the rampaging unicorn for his coming of age ceremonial trail. He at least could do this and earn his name since his grandfather, and father aren’t here to see him get it, it for his mother and all remaining to recognise him. He cares more about reconginist than their acknowledgement, and acceptance.
Phobias/fears: He does not fear people, animals, or even death itself. He is afraid of losing all of his emotions; Being able to handle hard decisions with anxiety, and angst, the bottomless gut feeling of needing to win, a longing pain from desperation settling in one's mind, or even becoming nervous to the point his body does not respond to commands. The very thought of not being able to have emotions makes death the easier way out, nothing scares him more then losing them.
Face-Claim: Inosuke Hashibira | KIMETSU NO YAIBA
Hair Color: Black/Blue
Eye Color: Green
Height: 7' 2" (218 cm)
Weight: 260 lb ( 117 kg)
Appearance:
Tatara, a young man of a muscular figure, with sharp colorful expressions. With messy shoulder length hair that fades into a bluish color along the tips. He has distinct green eyes, as well as long eyelashes; This often getting him confused as a girl from far away. More or less his facial features is somewhat cute, and round making it girlish. Aside from the girlish looks, his smile bears strange extravasated canine teeth; The normal person teeth wouldn’t be like this, but members of his family all exhibit traits similar to animals.
Tatara, doesn’t wear a shirt for the most part of his daily routine outfit. Fitted with a straw belt that runs down to mid-thigh, while the rest being trousers he was left with. Sebastian, sandals are more of a black hide, tucking his trousers ends into it while leaving his toes uncovered and open.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: A tattoo on his right shoulder drawn on by his grandfather.
History:
- Family Story~
A few years ago, his grandfather Teperoro ran one of the tribes as a chieftain. His father, Xejijero right hand to his grandfather found themselves in times of intense conflicts, and increased problems from the rampaging unicorn population. With the increased population, and many dangers that presented all the chiefs argued different tragedies to eradicate the beasts, none coming to a conclusion through their internal conflicts. Asisiak, ‘The Demolisher’ appeared with her most loyal subordinates called ‘The Sabertooth Warriors’ with the tales of them solely defeating a large quantity of the rampaging unicorn. Returning with their hunt to present to the tribes. One tribe stood by their leader, and that was Teperoro a stubborn old man, and his son Xejijero a young father, and strong chieftain in training.
After forcing his village into a bout against the four warriors, Teperoro stood against Asisiak kind heart, and pushing against her limits going to the lengths of shedding imuchakk blood for his own gain against bowing down to her leadership. Standing through all this with him was his son, skilled enough to hold his own; Xejijero went on for four days in constant battle proving his prowess in battle against three of the sabertooth warriors before meeting his fated ended in battle. Unlike his father, Teperoro went against the soon to be united chieftain. She was as merciful as she was in battle with her skillful strikes. He was a old man indeed, but he was also strong with his elemental spear; Battling none stopped for six days uninterfered. Asisiak had told the life of the chieftain, and provided the others one who joined her united front that she could do this, while still keeping a kind heart. Xejijero had left behind a heir, to his wife now widowed. All possession left by the two imuchakks on the battlefield, recovered and kept with the warriors and Asisiak until lost in the avalanche leaving her trusted generals of the past, the past and empty. - The Black Lining~
For a couple years, remotely close to the mountains him and his mother lived. Anger, desperation, and the feeling of isolation hover in the air with those two. His mother, Hanesisi kept records of the game around the forest; Allowing them to hunt once a week, on a strict diet. She was cut-throat and harsh although young and vibrant, the survival instinct on her was sharp and ferocious. Raising him on a weekly bias of fitness training, studying the old text of the imuchakk people, and beating the fundamentals of his ancestors spear techniques alongside his fathers, and grandfathers. As he grew, time for ceremonial coming of age trail was to take place; This was what his mother readied him for besides entering the villages.
But before he could be prepared for that task. She saw reason in having him raise in foreign countries first, surviving as a better trail before taking on rampaging unicorns. She did not want to see her son get slaughtered without the proper life or death situation first hand from people, then to a beast of legend with unfathomable strength. So she set off to lead her son, to Reim. Country known for its brutal nature of combat, and the coliseum.
