Name: Kouga Kintaren
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Apperance: Kouga stands at 5'7" tall and is always clad in black. He has pale white skin, flame red hair and the same shade of red is in his eyes. He always wears a black hoodie which looks to be a size too big for him with the large red Fullmetal Alchemist cross on the back of it. Beneath that, he wears a black sleevelss shirt which fits close to his body, baggy black jeans which are covered with chains all over them and large black boots.
Personality: Kouga is considered a dueling prodigy for his skill with deck building and his win/loss record being 15-0 so far and that's just for the current deck.. other decks he's built range anywhere from 5-40 wins and 0-3 losses, so far he's only had 5 decks built, only one reaching the 3 loss mark. Soem call him the junior Kaiba because of his deck style.
Other than his high intelligence and exceptional dueling skill, Kouga is a solitary individual, keeping mostly to himself and th eonly time he really speaks a lot is when he's dueling and only because he has to. Kouga has few friends outside his dueling circle and he has no problem with that, he prefers to be alone sometimes.
Deck:
Effect monsters:
3 Masked dragon
3 Twin headed behemoth
2 Fire princess
3 Spirit Ryu
2 Horus Lv.6
1 Horus Lv.8
2 Mirage dragon
2 Amazon archer
1 Cyber jar
2 Penguin soldier
1 Needle burrower
1 Chiron the mage
1 Jowls of Dark Demise
Normal monsters:
3 Blue-eyes white dragon
Spells:
1 Heavy storm
2 soul absorption
1 A wingbeat of giant dragon
1 Wave-motion cannon
1 Final countdown
1 Swords of revealing light
2 stamping destruction
2 Poison of the old man
1 Dark hole
1 Card destruction
Traps:
2 Magic Jammer
1 cursed seal of the forbidden spell
2 Sakuretsu armor
1 Ring of destruction
1 Solemn wishes
1 Michizure
2 Gravity bind
2 Rivalry of warlords
1 Big burn
3 Skull lair [LoN version]
1 Fairy box
1 Mirror force
RP Sample:
Naota Wolfblood, once one of the greatest warriors the Khir-Tan pass had ever seen, the champion of her people a time back, a warrior who had never knwn defeat and never said die... now, her reputation destroyed, her deeds forgotten, her name synonymous with the word 'traitor', she was a broken woman wandering the lands in search of a place she could call home, a place she could belong. Once so strong and proud, one who would do anything for her homeland, now a mere shell of her former self, a mere mercenary type figure barely scraping by in the outer society. Life had been hard like this for the years since Naota had been forcefully driven from her homeland...
Naota wandered, consumed by her thoughts at the moment, her warblades stained with the fresh blood of an animal she'd slain for food not too long ago. Something had recently been brought to her attention as she'd wandered the land and now she sought it... Soul Edge... she required it's power.. perhaps then, she could finally return home. All this time, she yearned to return to the home she had been driven from, but she was unable to return for her former clan and all others nearby would kill her on sight without warning. These thoughts and others troubled her, among them why she'd been driven away... Naota remembered little other than blood on her hands, the corpse of her lord before her with her very blade embedded in his chest, then fleeing, sohrtly thereafter being pursued by her bretheren who now sought vengeance for their lord's death.
Naota shook her head, trying to drive away the thoughts that troubled her so. Yes, beneath that cool, collected outer shell was mental turmoil equal to that of a madman and possibly, were she any weaker of mind, she might be mad, she may be mad even now, but in her eyes she was still sane.. then again, that's how it always looks to those who have been driven out of their mind.. She pulled her slightly worn dust brown cloak tightly around her shoulders and pulled her hood up as a cold wind hit her. This guise gave her the appearance of a mere traveler to those passing by her and few would actually suspect she was a warrior and if they did, she may be underestimated being a small framed woman weilding two blades which look as if she should be unable to lift them in any way.
On her current path no one was around her, she was alone. However, she may well mett someone soon seeing as her path may cross directly with Moriatti's given the direction she is headed which is toward the harbor, something from that direction calling to her in some way... something she feels she needs...
Additional comment on deck: Thanks, that's my real deck, cept i use Obelisk ^^