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1Hatarou Shinto Empty Hatarou Shinto on 27/04/15, 01:20 am

Hatarou

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Name: Hatarou Shinto
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Human
Tier: D
Specialization: Stealth
Age + Birthdate: 20 - 8/24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-Curious
Personality: Hatarou is in all simplicity, a free spirit. He believes in moving forward no matter what hand is dealt to him so he is not a very negative person. He's a solemn believer of, 'if you don't try, you don't know if you can do it." So as just, he tries anything at least once. Though being so adventurous, he isn't dull, he knows how to read an atmosphere and act accordingly, he's free not an airhead. Though when it comes to the negatives in his life, he often reflects for mere moments in solemn judgment an than in moments he returns to his usual self, he's not one to anger or sadden quickly. Most would think he's just strong but in reality he just chooses not to remain in his past. Dawdling in his past would probably result in a complete 180° in his personality making him lost and depressive.
When he's with others he acts carefree and loving, no matter the company, a smile can go far for some people. He's had a knack for pulling people into his flow of happiness and making everything seem like a party. Of course naturally he's rather flirty and vain, but like stated earlier. He can read an atmosphere and leaves seriously depressive people alone. In battle, he's a very loose fighter, with more emphasis on dodging and waiting for openings to attack rather than striking blindly. He's a precision fighter, he's not the best tactician but he truly shines while under pressure. So to put simply he's a just a man who goes with the flow while watching it simultaneously.  
Likes: • Alcohol - How do you explain it!? He loves the stuff because it makes him feel great and hell he's a rather moody drunk when he's blackout drunk.
• Venturing New places - Exploring, adventuring, experiences! Call it whatever but he isn't very happy if he's stuck in one place for to long.
Dislikes: • People who dwell in their own pity - Rather self explanatory, he hates people who refuse to look ahead of their own problems and don't want to either fix their problem or change who they are.
• Cats - They're always rather mean to him so he doesn't like them.
Aspirations: He's a simple man with simple wants and knees, with the thing he wants most is to see the world and all of it's wonders. He doesn't desire money or power, just the freedom to do anything he desires. It's not so much to ask for, is it!? He will always be happy when he's seeing something new so as a secondary goal is basically that he strives to see something that will change his world.
Phobias/fears: • Fire - It's a fear brought up from childhood, fire hurts way more than he wants to remember...
• Things with warty skin - Here's his irrational fear as he thinks anything with warty skin will give it to him and he loves himself to much to get those nasty things.
• Magic Tools - A magic tool destroyed his life, he can deal with seeing one but he refuses to use human made magic tools, they just... would disgust him to use.
Face- : Calintz - Magna Carta
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Topaz/Hazel
Height: 180cm
Weight: 77KG
Appearance: Hatarou carries himself in a very prerogative way. He's a dancer and seducer at heart so his body language tells it well. He only holds himself like this because it's merely habit at this point, that and it's easier to run or dodge being that way. He has a very light frame and very soft features. He has two sets of clothes normally. One composing of beige clothes, resembling photo above. And than his dance clothes which are far more prerogative and black an white in color. His body language isn't different in the slightest but while he's in them, his language is easier to perceive.   (photo below)
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Rukh Alignment: White
Special Traits: None, For Now
History:
Born within a small little village, everything was rather great. His father was a merchant and his mother was an entertainer within a bar. Hatarou was far to young to realize what that entailed. Though he didn't have too, he was only around six when it happened... What you may say had happened? Well let's get to that tale.
His town was caught in a bandit raid... It all happened so fast. It was night, Hatarou woke up to screaming and the smell of burning wood and blood. What was happening... The small boy couldn't understand what was happening. So he stayed in his home before it had started to burn. His home started to crumble and he tried hiding under a table. Hatarou's parents were both dragged out of his home and slaughtered on the streets. He just tried to hide but the burning building's supports had deteriorated and the straw roof fell on top of him crushing through the table, both burning him and knocking him out. He would've surely died but for some reason he evaded it. Probably because the collapse of the small home greatly lightened the fire and the table saved him by breaking the momentum of the roof. The barbarians destroyed his hometown and raided it for hours, later he discovered that they had use magical tools to destroy his home. Hatarou was unconscious for most of the night but at the crack of dawn... He was found... One of the men pulled him out of the rubble of his home, with fresh burn scars lacing his back. And suddenly he was now In the slave trade.
His time within the trade wasn't long as within a week of getting beaten and his will being sapped from him, someone finally decided to buy him. It was a wealthy family from Reim. They were intrigued by the cor of Hatarou's hair, his silver hair was a trademark of his family, which only reminded him of how they were gone. He was at once transferred over to be the pet of this rich family in one of Reim's lesser known cities. His new life was an odd mixture of heaven and hell. Being owned by a rich family, he was made to look pretty in front of their guests so they dressed him up. The hellish part is that he was forced to be friends with their bratty son who would only reinforce that he was but an outcast and could easily be killed and replaced. A brand was casted behind his shoulder, a crest of their family, the searing pain only reminded him of home. He didn't care how he was being fed or how he was clothed... He hated that place.... They beat him if he went out of line and punished him on behalf of their son. He was there for seven horrid years, barely living through this hell but to afraid to attempt to escape. You would think a child would've lost themselves but he simply kept onto a small hope that he would be freed on a whim or something of that sort. Though something did happen to assure him.
A wizard from the capital had been called by the family which owned him to assort some matter. Hatarou never knew the details but the wizard that had came was a rather old woman, she seemed like every other adult to Hatarou, but of course she wasn't. She witnessed how they treated him and she just couldn't accept it, she wagered a price to them for him and at first they were stubborn and refused as he was there pet. Who could let go of the family dog. Hatarou watched the entire encounter with no avail. The Mage let up and stopped discussing it for the moment. The Mage stayed for several days dealing with the family's ordeal. On the final day, in the midst of night the Mage came up to Hatarou's quarters and with his magic, had transported the slave away from his hell. By morning they were already on their way to the capital. Hatarou was so happy that he was freed but the Mage had to break it to him that he couldn't remain with her, she had stolen him and could be severely punished. So before they reached the capital, the Mage and burned his shoulder to remove a majority of the brand. It hurt but he couldn't be more thankful as the woman gave him one last gift. An apparent magic tool in form of a dagger. With that he was let free into the world.
So now let's fast forward a three years... He sold the dagger merely because it didn't suit him, though it allowed him a fancy sum which he has sustained for the years. He remembered his mother often and such took up performing, which apparently he had a knack for. On1  the side since he was constantly traveling, he learned how to handle a blade, however only short ones such as daggers and short swords. He isn't particularly deadly but throughout his time he was normally able to talk or run his way out of things. He just kept going from town to town, performing for money and soon found the Carnal pleasures in life. And that's how his life was, performing, getting paid, release, from town to town. Soon enough he craved more from life so he stumbled his ways into ruins and destroyed villages, discovering and learning about the locale history. It has been a fun life so far...

Role-Play Sample: Oh what a fine day for Hatarou. He had woken within his inn room, a delicious score of women in his bed from the night before. Such a shame when they wake up, he'll be gone. He had already retrieved his things and was on his way out the door. He heard a yawn from behind, so naturally hurried out the room and out the inn. Having made it to the street, those women will be excited to find that he never paid for the room. And so this he knew he could never visit this little village ever again... So thus Hatarou was off to enjoy the glamours of another town.



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2Hatarou Shinto Empty Re: Hatarou Shinto on 27/04/15, 03:09 am

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3Hatarou Shinto Empty Re: Hatarou Shinto on 28/04/15, 02:00 am

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4Hatarou Shinto Empty Re: Hatarou Shinto on 28/04/15, 09:43 am

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[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/LiCqRmV.png[/img][/center]
[b]Name:[/b] Hatarou Shinto
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Wanderer
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Tier:[/b] D
[b]Specialization:[/b] Stealth
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 20 - 8/24
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Bi-Curious
[b]Personality:[/b] Hatarou is in all simplicity, a free spirit. He believes in moving forward no matter what hand is dealt to him so he is not a very negative person. He's a solemn believer of, 'if you don't try, you don't know if you can do it." So as just, he tries anything at least once. Though being so adventurous, he isn't dull, he knows how to read an atmosphere and act accordingly, he's free not an airhead. Though when it comes to the negatives in his life, he often reflects for mere moments in solemn judgment an than in moments he returns to his usual self, he's not one to anger or sadden quickly. Most would think he's just strong but in reality he just chooses not to remain in his past. Dawdling in his past would probably result in a complete 180° in his personality making him lost and depressive.
When he's with others he acts carefree and loving, no matter the company, a smile can go far for some people. He's had a knack for pulling people into his flow of happiness and making everything seem like a party. Of course naturally he's rather flirty and vain, but like stated earlier. He can read an atmosphere and leaves seriously depressive people alone. In battle, he's a very loose fighter, with more emphasis on dodging and waiting for openings to attack rather than striking blindly. He's a precision fighter, he's not the best tactician but he truly shines while under pressure. So to put simply he's a just a man who goes with the flow while watching it simultaneously.  
[b]Likes:[/b] • Alcohol - How do you explain it!? He loves the stuff because it makes him feel great and hell he's a rather moody drunk when he's blackout drunk.
• Venturing New places - Exploring, adventuring, experiences! Call it whatever but he isn't very happy if he's stuck in one place for to long.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] • People who dwell in their own pity - Rather self explanatory, he hates people who refuse to look ahead of their own problems and don't want to either fix their problem or change who they are.
• Cats - They're always rather mean to him so he doesn't like them.
[b]Aspirations:[/b] He's a simple man with simple wants and knees, with the thing he wants most is to see the world and all of it's wonders. He doesn't desire money or power, just the freedom to do anything he desires. It's not so much to ask for, is it!? He will always be happy when he's seeing something new so as a secondary goal is basically that he strives to see something that will change his world.
[b]Phobias/fears:[/b] • Fire - It's a fear brought up from childhood, fire hurts way more than he wants to remember...
• Things with warty skin - Here's his irrational fear as he thinks anything with warty skin will give it to him and he loves himself to much to get those nasty things.
• Magic Tools - A magic tool destroyed his life, he can deal with seeing one but he refuses to use human made magic tools, they just... would disgust him to use.
[b]Face- :[/b] Calintz - Magna Carta
[b]Hair Color:[/b] White
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Topaz/Hazel
[b]Height:[/b] 180cm
[b]Weight:[/b] 77KG
[b]Appearance:[/b] Hatarou carries himself in a very prerogative way. He's a dancer and seducer at heart so his body language tells it well. He only holds himself like this because it's merely habit at this point, that and it's easier to run or dodge being that way. He has a very light frame and very soft features. He has two sets of clothes normally. One composing of beige clothes, resembling photo above. And than his dance clothes which are far more prerogative and black an white in color. His body language isn't different in the slightest but while he's in them, his language is easier to perceive.   (photo below)
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[center][img]http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/030/9/7/Calintz_x_Reith_by_viarosa.jpg[/img][/center]
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[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] White
[b]Special Traits:[/b] None, [b][u]For Now[/u][/b]
[b]History:[/b]
Born within a small little village, everything was rather great. His father was a merchant and his mother was an entertainer within a bar. Hatarou was far to young to realize what that entailed. Though he didn't have too, he was only around six when it happened... What you may say had happened? Well let's get to that tale.
His town was caught in a bandit raid... It all happened so fast. It was night, Hatarou woke up to screaming and the smell of burning wood and blood. What was happening... The small boy couldn't understand what was happening. So he stayed in his home before it had started to burn. His home started to crumble and he tried hiding under a table. Hatarou's parents were both dragged out of his home and slaughtered on the streets. He just tried to hide but the burning building's supports had deteriorated and the straw roof fell on top of him crushing through the table, both burning him and knocking him out. He would've surely died but for some reason he evaded it. Probably because the collapse of the small home greatly lightened the fire and the table saved him by breaking the momentum of the roof. The barbarians destroyed his hometown and raided it for hours, later he discovered that they had use magical tools to destroy his home. Hatarou was unconscious for most of the night but at the crack of dawn... He was found... One of the men pulled him out of the rubble of his home, with fresh burn scars lacing his back. And suddenly he was now In the slave trade.
His time within the trade wasn't long as within a week of getting beaten and his will being sapped from him, someone finally decided to buy him. It was a wealthy family from Reim. They were intrigued by the cor of Hatarou's hair, his silver hair was a trademark of his family, which only reminded him of how they were gone. He was at once transferred over to be the pet of this rich family in one of Reim's lesser known cities. His new life was an odd mixture of heaven and hell. Being owned by a rich family, he was made to look pretty in front of their guests so they dressed him up. The hellish part is that he was forced to be friends with their bratty son who would only reinforce that he was but an outcast and could easily be killed and replaced. A brand was casted behind his shoulder, a crest of their family, the searing pain only reminded him of home. He didn't care how he was being fed or how he was clothed... He hated that place.... They beat him if he went out of line and punished him on behalf of their son. He was there for seven horrid years, barely living through this hell but to afraid to attempt to escape. You would think a child would've lost themselves but he simply kept onto a small hope that he would be freed on a whim or something of that sort. Though something did happen to assure him.
A wizard from the capital had been called by the family which owned him to assort some matter. Hatarou never knew the details but the wizard that had came was a rather old woman, she seemed like every other adult to Hatarou, but of course she wasn't. She witnessed how they treated him and she just couldn't accept it, she wagered a price to them for him and at first they were stubborn and refused as he was there pet. Who could let go of the family dog. Hatarou watched the entire encounter with no avail. The Mage let up and stopped discussing it for the moment. The Mage stayed for several days dealing with the family's ordeal. On the final day, in the midst of night the Mage came up to Hatarou's quarters and with his magic, had transported the slave away from his hell. By morning they were already on their way to the capital. Hatarou was so happy that he was freed but the Mage had to break it to him that he couldn't remain with her, she had stolen him and could be severely punished. So before they reached the capital, the Mage and burned his shoulder to remove a majority of the brand. It hurt but he couldn't be more thankful as the woman gave him one last gift. An apparent magic tool in form of a dagger. With that he was let free into the world.
So now let's fast forward a three years... He sold the dagger merely because it didn't suit him, though it allowed him a fancy sum which he has sustained for the years. He remembered his mother often and such took up performing, which apparently he had a knack for. On1  the side since he was constantly traveling, he learned how to handle a blade, however only short ones such as daggers and short swords. He isn't particularly deadly but throughout his time he was normally able to talk or run his way out of things. He just kept going from town to town, performing for money and soon found the Carnal pleasures in life. And that's how his life was, performing, getting paid, release, from town to town. Soon enough he craved more from life so he stumbled his ways into ruins and destroyed villages, discovering and learning about the locale history. It has been a fun life so far...

[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b] Oh what a fine day for Hatarou. He had woken within his inn room, a delicious score of women in his bed from the night before. Such a shame when they wake up, he'll be gone. He had already retrieved his things and was on his way out the door. He heard a yawn from behind, so naturally hurried out the room and out the inn. Having made it to the street, those women will be excited to find that he never paid for the room. And so this he knew he could never visit this little village ever again... So thus Hatarou was off to enjoy the glamours of another town.


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