Kogenta
Lost Realist
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OOC: Is it too late to join? ^-^;;
Name: Zangetsu Yuudzuki (morning and evening moon)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zangetsu's appearance could be described, in its most mild manner, as "unusual." Dark hair frames the soldier's face with a single streak of white on each side of his unkempt bangs. Despite the headband bound over his forehead, strands of black hair hang insistently over his face and eyes--one of which is a silver-tinged green, the other being artificial and made of a material resembling green glass. At the base of his neck, Zangetsu's remaining hair is tied into a ponytail by what seems to be a piece of twine looped several times about that which it holds together. Double black lines are tatooed around the base of Zangetsu's neck, though they are often half-hidden by the uniform jacket unbuttoned at its top. Beneath this dark grey-green shirt lies a plain, black t-shirt. From beneath the rolled-up sleeve of the jacket on Zangetsu's right emerges an arm with mechanical parts heavily woven into it, all formed from a non-magnetic alloy, and ending in a hand more robotic than organic. On Zangetsu's left, however, his arm remains normal, though vaguely tanned--as with the rest of his skin--by long days spent beneath the sun. A pair of pants the same colour as Zangetsu's shirt cover his bottom half with a black belt clipped at their top and black boots emerging from beneath them. Perhaps due to the metal that constitutes the top left of his face, the mechanical eye the metal surrounds, or his slightly unshaven appearance, a rather rough yet honest aura surrounds Zangetsu.
Personality: Zangetsu has a confident, fearless personality that comes from years of experience of fighting in difficult situations. Though not unwilling to speak his mind, he also recognizes situations in which silence is more beneficial. Even in difficult situations, Zangetsu is able to remain objective and calculating. And, while he would rather work alone or follow instead of lead, he will take charge or throw in his opinion if he believes he needs to. Despite his apparently direct and friendly personality, absolute trust Zangetsu does not grant easily. And though he would not freely accuse a traitor with little basis, he would not long linger in doubt if he was sure of one. Still, for those he does consider comrades--whether absolutely trusted or othewise--Zangetsu would willingly sacrifice himself.
One of Zangetsu's more serious flaws is his tendency to focus on the mission and become frustrated with any, including himself, who impede the mission's progress. Having spent the last six years of his life fighting or preparing to fight, Zangetsu has had a fair amount of experience involving comradeship in battle, but may not be fully able to interact with others under more normal circumstances.
History: Zangetsu was born and raised in Mossdeep City with a loving family and a dream to become a powerful Pokemon trainer. Though his father--a member of the Pokemon League and a talented trainer--was often absent from the household due to League business, the older man remained an inspiration to his son. With encouragement from his mother and older sister, Zangetsu began to train Pokemon when he was ten and started to travel when he was eleven. As fate would have it, Zangetsu was leaving Mossdeep on a late-night ferry after a visit to his home when the city came under attack. The ferry Zangetsu rode was swiftly taken into League custody, though Zangetsu was able to escape into the water below. As he started toward Mossdeep, Zangetsu was intercepted by another trainer with a familiar face--his father. The battle was a desperate one, with neither side wanting to fight the other, but both intent on achieving their respective ends. At the urging of two of his Pokemon, Zangetsu finally left them to fight while he rushed to the island and his home.
When Zangetsu arrived at his house, the doors and windows were broken and no sight of his family could be seen. Signs of struggle were clear, but only an empty silence remained in the building. Zangetsu had no time to mourn, however, as he was struck by a sudden attack from the side--the attack that cost him his eye and much of his arm. Slowly, painfully lifting himself from where he had fallen, Zangetsu turned to see his father and his Pokemon. Behind them lay Zangetsu's Pokemon where they had been dragged, both completely still and either unconscious or deceased. Filled with a confused mix of emotions, Zangetsu released his remaining Pokemon and continued to fight both his father and the agony that coursed through him. But, as Zangetsu's vision began to blur and sense of reality began to fade, several other trainers of the League arrived and joined the battle. Within minutes, Zangetsu's Pokemon were defeated and had been taken from him while Zangetsu himself had been taken as a prisoner. As he watched the helicopter that carried his Pokemon away for League use fade into the distance, something within Zangetsu snapped. With an unexpectedly violent bash of his head followed by a forceful kick, Zangetsu broke away from those that held him and vanished into the night.
How he survived, Zangetsu did not know. But, during the next four years, Zangetsu was a member of a resistance team that fought against the League members wherever they met. For two years, the youth fought against his opponents with Black Magic only and was unwilling to consider the possibility of training another Pokemon. After finding a mysterious egg on one of his missions, however, Zangestu began to carry it back to his team's base for another's use. Halfway along the journey, it hatched.
To Zangetsu's particular displeasure, he now held an oddly-innocent infant Scyther. Seconds later, the Scyther proved to be less innocent as it promptly proceeded to bite the human that held it. Though Zangetsu attempted to rid himself of the young Pokemon upon his return to the base, it appeared wherever he went and clung to him whenever it could. A little irritated but nonetheless resigned, Zangetsu finally accepted and began to train the Scyther. And, with it being his only Pokemon, it quickly gained strength and later evolved with a Metal Coat liberated from an enemy camp. Scizor has been with him since that time.
Two years later, Zangetsu slipped past Hoenn's borders and traveled into Kanto in an attempt to recruit help for the resistance in Hoenn. After a little less than a year of being in Kanto, Zangetsu returned to Hoenn with the promise of Kanto's authorities that they would intervene when they could. For the years that followed, Zangetsu moved between Hoenn and Kanto as well as he could, bringing any available information during his journeying. Once the ships of trainers being sent to Hoenn were finally launched, Zangetsu accompanied them to act as a guide once they arrived at their destination.
Category: Black Magician
Weapon: Nyx; An amplification bracelet that can transform into a black staff (Is this alright?)
Pokémon: Scizor (Male) - Scizor's forte of close-range combat provides a strategic balance to Zangetsu's long-range Black Magic attacks, while the numerous battles he has seen provided him with a shock of maturity when he was still young. Scizor's and Zangetsu's relationship is an interesting one--being a combination of father and son, brother, comrade, or even two parts of a single being.
RP Sample:
Zangetsu crawled slowly up the beach, dragging himself away from the waves that lapped about him while bringing with himself the wooden piece of the ship's wreckage that had saved his life. Due to the metal woven into him, Zangetsu was more inclined to sink than to float and would doubtless have had considerable difficulty swimming to shore had he not clung to the piece of wood now enveloped by seaweed and pieces of ocean debris. Once he had pulled his body above the tideline, Zangetsu lay motionless for several moments--thankful for the opportunity to rest. The fighter's next action was to move his free hand the few inches to his side and check his belt for his Pokeball and closest friend. The Pokeball was still there. Having found this assurance at least, Zangetsu then began to extract himself from the layers of algae that clung to his partially-artificial arm and held him to the wooden board. Loosing a grip held for hours is never an easy task, particularly when one is exhausted, but it needed to be done sooner or later. As Zangetsu's mechanical arm withdrew from the dark green blanket, hissing with the effort due to the few drops of seawater that had wormed into its inner workings, a metallic ring reached Zangetsu's ears. Now motivated by curiosity rather than necessity, the male cautiously pushed aside the seasoaked plants to reveal a smooth section of metal lodged into his temporary lifeline. Soon Zangetsu realized that one hand had not been clinging to a protrusion of the broken wood as he had previously thought, but rather to the hilt of a rather unusual blade.
Once he had recovered sufficient strength, Zangetsu reclosed his hand firmly about the weapon's hilt, placed a boot against that which surrounded the blade, and dealt a sharp tug away from the ground. The sword came free, droplets of water scattering from its dangerously sharp edge and glistening in the sunlight. A strange weapon . . . Unlike any I've ever seen before. It's clear that the sword is a good one, though. Considering it was lodged in the wood, I'd say it belongs to one of the passengers on the ship. Zangetsu paused as the words entered his mind. The passengers . . . I wonder how many survived. Fleeting anger briefly darkened the magic-user's features as his grip tightened about the gunblade's hilt. I've fought the Hoenn League more than the others, so why didn't I know better? More lives sacrificed in this fight, and not the first ones to hang over my head as my fault. I should have died, so why am I still here? Why have I been allowed to live? His dark hair hanging wet about his face, Zangetsu shook his head slightly and set his jaw with determination. Holding the sword at his side, Zangetsu began to make his way along the shore, steam rising about him to indicate his fire magic was at work. Though he was not skilled with the use of such a weapon, Zangetsu easily recognized the gunblade's value and was unwilling to leave it where it lay, available for Hoenn League members to salvage. The fight isn't over yet. I need to search for other survivors and continue the mission. However much it may be displeasing to me, the past is the past, and I can't change that. That I am already sure of.
Almost a full half hour later, a dim light flickered in Zangetsu's mechanical eye to indicate it had detected movement and life. Zangetsu instantly dropped down and began to move more slowly. The terrain was open, and he did not want to be seen before he could see the moving beings and determine for himself whether they were friend or foe. After a number of yards, Zangetsu's artificial eye was able to focus more clearly upon its targets. The resistance fighter carefully straightened, brushing a strand of still-damp hair behind one ear. To all appearances, they were allies and were alone. Though he remained a little wary, Zangetsu resumed his normal pace and continued forward.
Name: Zangetsu Yuudzuki (morning and evening moon)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zangetsu's appearance could be described, in its most mild manner, as "unusual." Dark hair frames the soldier's face with a single streak of white on each side of his unkempt bangs. Despite the headband bound over his forehead, strands of black hair hang insistently over his face and eyes--one of which is a silver-tinged green, the other being artificial and made of a material resembling green glass. At the base of his neck, Zangetsu's remaining hair is tied into a ponytail by what seems to be a piece of twine looped several times about that which it holds together. Double black lines are tatooed around the base of Zangetsu's neck, though they are often half-hidden by the uniform jacket unbuttoned at its top. Beneath this dark grey-green shirt lies a plain, black t-shirt. From beneath the rolled-up sleeve of the jacket on Zangetsu's right emerges an arm with mechanical parts heavily woven into it, all formed from a non-magnetic alloy, and ending in a hand more robotic than organic. On Zangetsu's left, however, his arm remains normal, though vaguely tanned--as with the rest of his skin--by long days spent beneath the sun. A pair of pants the same colour as Zangetsu's shirt cover his bottom half with a black belt clipped at their top and black boots emerging from beneath them. Perhaps due to the metal that constitutes the top left of his face, the mechanical eye the metal surrounds, or his slightly unshaven appearance, a rather rough yet honest aura surrounds Zangetsu.
Personality: Zangetsu has a confident, fearless personality that comes from years of experience of fighting in difficult situations. Though not unwilling to speak his mind, he also recognizes situations in which silence is more beneficial. Even in difficult situations, Zangetsu is able to remain objective and calculating. And, while he would rather work alone or follow instead of lead, he will take charge or throw in his opinion if he believes he needs to. Despite his apparently direct and friendly personality, absolute trust Zangetsu does not grant easily. And though he would not freely accuse a traitor with little basis, he would not long linger in doubt if he was sure of one. Still, for those he does consider comrades--whether absolutely trusted or othewise--Zangetsu would willingly sacrifice himself.
One of Zangetsu's more serious flaws is his tendency to focus on the mission and become frustrated with any, including himself, who impede the mission's progress. Having spent the last six years of his life fighting or preparing to fight, Zangetsu has had a fair amount of experience involving comradeship in battle, but may not be fully able to interact with others under more normal circumstances.
History: Zangetsu was born and raised in Mossdeep City with a loving family and a dream to become a powerful Pokemon trainer. Though his father--a member of the Pokemon League and a talented trainer--was often absent from the household due to League business, the older man remained an inspiration to his son. With encouragement from his mother and older sister, Zangetsu began to train Pokemon when he was ten and started to travel when he was eleven. As fate would have it, Zangetsu was leaving Mossdeep on a late-night ferry after a visit to his home when the city came under attack. The ferry Zangetsu rode was swiftly taken into League custody, though Zangetsu was able to escape into the water below. As he started toward Mossdeep, Zangetsu was intercepted by another trainer with a familiar face--his father. The battle was a desperate one, with neither side wanting to fight the other, but both intent on achieving their respective ends. At the urging of two of his Pokemon, Zangetsu finally left them to fight while he rushed to the island and his home.
When Zangetsu arrived at his house, the doors and windows were broken and no sight of his family could be seen. Signs of struggle were clear, but only an empty silence remained in the building. Zangetsu had no time to mourn, however, as he was struck by a sudden attack from the side--the attack that cost him his eye and much of his arm. Slowly, painfully lifting himself from where he had fallen, Zangetsu turned to see his father and his Pokemon. Behind them lay Zangetsu's Pokemon where they had been dragged, both completely still and either unconscious or deceased. Filled with a confused mix of emotions, Zangetsu released his remaining Pokemon and continued to fight both his father and the agony that coursed through him. But, as Zangetsu's vision began to blur and sense of reality began to fade, several other trainers of the League arrived and joined the battle. Within minutes, Zangetsu's Pokemon were defeated and had been taken from him while Zangetsu himself had been taken as a prisoner. As he watched the helicopter that carried his Pokemon away for League use fade into the distance, something within Zangetsu snapped. With an unexpectedly violent bash of his head followed by a forceful kick, Zangetsu broke away from those that held him and vanished into the night.
How he survived, Zangetsu did not know. But, during the next four years, Zangetsu was a member of a resistance team that fought against the League members wherever they met. For two years, the youth fought against his opponents with Black Magic only and was unwilling to consider the possibility of training another Pokemon. After finding a mysterious egg on one of his missions, however, Zangestu began to carry it back to his team's base for another's use. Halfway along the journey, it hatched.
To Zangetsu's particular displeasure, he now held an oddly-innocent infant Scyther. Seconds later, the Scyther proved to be less innocent as it promptly proceeded to bite the human that held it. Though Zangetsu attempted to rid himself of the young Pokemon upon his return to the base, it appeared wherever he went and clung to him whenever it could. A little irritated but nonetheless resigned, Zangetsu finally accepted and began to train the Scyther. And, with it being his only Pokemon, it quickly gained strength and later evolved with a Metal Coat liberated from an enemy camp. Scizor has been with him since that time.
Two years later, Zangetsu slipped past Hoenn's borders and traveled into Kanto in an attempt to recruit help for the resistance in Hoenn. After a little less than a year of being in Kanto, Zangetsu returned to Hoenn with the promise of Kanto's authorities that they would intervene when they could. For the years that followed, Zangetsu moved between Hoenn and Kanto as well as he could, bringing any available information during his journeying. Once the ships of trainers being sent to Hoenn were finally launched, Zangetsu accompanied them to act as a guide once they arrived at their destination.
Category: Black Magician
Weapon: Nyx; An amplification bracelet that can transform into a black staff (Is this alright?)
Pokémon: Scizor (Male) - Scizor's forte of close-range combat provides a strategic balance to Zangetsu's long-range Black Magic attacks, while the numerous battles he has seen provided him with a shock of maturity when he was still young. Scizor's and Zangetsu's relationship is an interesting one--being a combination of father and son, brother, comrade, or even two parts of a single being.
RP Sample:
Zangetsu crawled slowly up the beach, dragging himself away from the waves that lapped about him while bringing with himself the wooden piece of the ship's wreckage that had saved his life. Due to the metal woven into him, Zangetsu was more inclined to sink than to float and would doubtless have had considerable difficulty swimming to shore had he not clung to the piece of wood now enveloped by seaweed and pieces of ocean debris. Once he had pulled his body above the tideline, Zangetsu lay motionless for several moments--thankful for the opportunity to rest. The fighter's next action was to move his free hand the few inches to his side and check his belt for his Pokeball and closest friend. The Pokeball was still there. Having found this assurance at least, Zangetsu then began to extract himself from the layers of algae that clung to his partially-artificial arm and held him to the wooden board. Loosing a grip held for hours is never an easy task, particularly when one is exhausted, but it needed to be done sooner or later. As Zangetsu's mechanical arm withdrew from the dark green blanket, hissing with the effort due to the few drops of seawater that had wormed into its inner workings, a metallic ring reached Zangetsu's ears. Now motivated by curiosity rather than necessity, the male cautiously pushed aside the seasoaked plants to reveal a smooth section of metal lodged into his temporary lifeline. Soon Zangetsu realized that one hand had not been clinging to a protrusion of the broken wood as he had previously thought, but rather to the hilt of a rather unusual blade.
Once he had recovered sufficient strength, Zangetsu reclosed his hand firmly about the weapon's hilt, placed a boot against that which surrounded the blade, and dealt a sharp tug away from the ground. The sword came free, droplets of water scattering from its dangerously sharp edge and glistening in the sunlight. A strange weapon . . . Unlike any I've ever seen before. It's clear that the sword is a good one, though. Considering it was lodged in the wood, I'd say it belongs to one of the passengers on the ship. Zangetsu paused as the words entered his mind. The passengers . . . I wonder how many survived. Fleeting anger briefly darkened the magic-user's features as his grip tightened about the gunblade's hilt. I've fought the Hoenn League more than the others, so why didn't I know better? More lives sacrificed in this fight, and not the first ones to hang over my head as my fault. I should have died, so why am I still here? Why have I been allowed to live? His dark hair hanging wet about his face, Zangetsu shook his head slightly and set his jaw with determination. Holding the sword at his side, Zangetsu began to make his way along the shore, steam rising about him to indicate his fire magic was at work. Though he was not skilled with the use of such a weapon, Zangetsu easily recognized the gunblade's value and was unwilling to leave it where it lay, available for Hoenn League members to salvage. The fight isn't over yet. I need to search for other survivors and continue the mission. However much it may be displeasing to me, the past is the past, and I can't change that. That I am already sure of.
Almost a full half hour later, a dim light flickered in Zangetsu's mechanical eye to indicate it had detected movement and life. Zangetsu instantly dropped down and began to move more slowly. The terrain was open, and he did not want to be seen before he could see the moving beings and determine for himself whether they were friend or foe. After a number of yards, Zangetsu's artificial eye was able to focus more clearly upon its targets. The resistance fighter carefully straightened, brushing a strand of still-damp hair behind one ear. To all appearances, they were allies and were alone. Though he remained a little wary, Zangetsu resumed his normal pace and continued forward.
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