Post by Nodaka Tora on Dec 22, 2008 4:01:41 GMT -8
Name: TIMMEH!
Age: Old, yet not.
Time you have Roleplayed: 14+ years
Settings you have roleplayed in: You name it, and I've probably played it.
Type of RPs you have been in: White Wolf, Gor, Victorian, Fandoms. See above.
Contact: gunandasmile@gmail.com, gunandasmile (AIM)
--CHARACTER--
Real Name: Kiroshima Tora
Nickname: Nodaka Tora (Tranquil Tiger), Mr. Nodaka, Tora-san, Tigger (by his "little sister")
Race: Demon (The Yin/Tiger aspect)
True age: Unknown
Apparent age: Mid twenties to mid thirties.
Sex: Male
Portrayed by: Hyde
--SUPERNATURAL FORM--
Eyes: Slitted, cat-like blue eyes, that are as ever-changing as the sea.
Hair color: Pure white.
Hair length: Somewhat shaggy and tapered to the waist. Mane-like.
Skincolor: Pale.
Body shape: Athletic, though a bit on the thin side.
Height: 6'9
Weight: 205lbs
Other Features: Retractable claws, long canines, subtly tapered ears. His skin is layered with very, very fine, barely-seen fur, which is marked with pale, watery-blue tiger stripes along his body.
--GUISE FORM--
Eyes: Brown
Hair color: Black, but sometimes lightens it.
Hair length: Short; ear-length
Skincolor: Golden-skinned.
Body shape: Very fit and trimmed.
Height: 5'1 (he tends to hunch, too)
Weight: 120lbs
Other Features: Pierced ears, and a tattoo of angel wings spanning his shoulders.
Reputation: Amongst his peers, he's truly a nobody. Always one to keep to himself, he's over looked more often than not and, at times, prefers it that way. Amongst the human society, he's the last person you would expect to hold the prestige of Oyabun of the Shiroi Te.
Strengths: Cat-like balance and reflexes, eidetic memory, the full moon (when the tide is the strongest), water, observant and patient, ruthless when need be, compassionate, often the calm eye of a storm.
Weaknesses: Fire, the new moon (when the tide is the weakest), compassionate, catnip (kidding.. or am I?).
Enjoys: Cold weather, swimming, conversation, infomercials, fish (especially salmon), drive ins, expensive clothing and cologne.
Fears: Large fires (especially uncontrolled ones), drought, crowds (this is more of a discomfort than a fear).
Main supernatural ability: Like water to stone, he has the ability to erode through mental and emotional defenses with time; telepathic barriers, repressed memories, etc. Because of this, reading and manipulating surface thoughts/feelings come natural. Sometimes he doesn't realize he's even doing it.
Other Supernatural abilities: He is able manipulate and create water in each of its forms, regardless of it's straight water, or mixed with something else.
Drawbacks to supernatural abilities: His abilities fluxuate with the moon phase, as well as the weather. During a new moon, or dry phase, he's more lethargic and weak. The thoughts/feelings of others can affect him if his own barrier's are down and he may respond to someone's unspoken thought, or begin to feel what they're feeling.
Human Job: Mafia boss of the Shiroi Te.
Demon World: Nada.
Family ties: The only family he has is a young girl (Ritoru Akki) he took under his wing years ago.
Lover(s): None. Not actively looking.
Short history: (This may be a taaad amended to fit with another's background. Stay tuned!)
No one knows exactly where Tora came from; even Tora is uncertain of his origins. Were his 'parents' alive, they'd call him a blessing from heaven.
Naoko and Hitoshi Kiroshima had tried to have children for over ten years, but luck just hadn't been on their side. Hitoshi's elders insisted that he find himself another wife, one that could produce strong sons for him, but he refused even if he was the only samurai in their village that had no heirs. He was far too loyal to Naoko, and loved her with every ounce of his being.
It was part of his code as bushido; loyalty unto death. The woman might not have been his Lord, but his Lord's word could never bring him the honor that Naoko did, especially when it took him away from her. War called, and being of the shogunite, it was his duty to comply.
It brought him no joy to destroy the sons of other men, even if the only alternative the battlefield offered was to be killed by one himself. Women and children were often spared, at least with the majority of the men that razed cities in the name of their Lord. In the eyes of the bushido, the women and children killers were nothing more than barbarians.
As the battle raged on, he asked himself more and more often, was this the Gods' plan for him? To fight and die by the code without a son to carry on his name?
The snow he knelt upon, exhausted and wounded, was strewn with blood, and he believed death was soon to come to him. The wind bit through his mask, stinging his skin and bringing tears to his clenched eyes. In the background he could still hear the fighting of his companions, and if it hadn't been for the pain and numbness drowning out the clash of swords, he might have missed the horrible wail that licked at his ear. Had a Shinigami come to claim what was left of his life?
As fate would have it, it was not the Death God that screeched so insistently, and though the others seemed not to hear the sound, it persisted until he forced himself to rise and head towards the source. He followed a bloody path drug through the snow, and there at its end he found the body of a mortally wounded woman, whose last act was to curl protectively around her infant son to keep him safe from the elements before she died.
Despite his own grievous wounds, he pried the child from her stiff arms and added to the infant's swaddling the wrap of a fallen banner nearby.
It was nearly a month before he finally returned home to Naoko, rejuvenated and full of joy to come bearing the great gift of a child. Naoko welcomed the swaddled infant as if he were her own, and Kiroshima Tora (named for the tiger upon the banner Hitoshi had found nearby) was added to the family.
It was not unknown to Tora just what he was, even as a child. He had been living long before he came across the two unfortunate humans who prayed day and night for a son. It was his great compassion that moved him to be reborn in a human guise, even though he could never truly be human. The Kiroshimas were overjoyed with their good fortune and raised him to the best of their ability. Despite Tora's desire to grow quickly and merge with the rest of human society, the knowledge that there was much he could learn from Hitoshi kept him from doing so. Hitoshi taught his son everything he knew; how to read, write, and most importantly, the codes of the bushido. Tora, like his chosen father, would grow to become a great warrior.
Unfortunately, too late he learned one of the harshest penalties for being a child of the Gods; humans aged and, eventually, died. At least the Kiroshimas never wondered why their son retained his youthful visage even as they wrinkled and grayed. They never wondered why he never fell ill, or how he always seemed to know what they were thinking or feeling with but a glance. The deep gaze of their child held more secrets than they ever dared to question. Instead, they considered themselves blessed and gave him a love unconditional.
Their passing was difficult for Tora, but he endured the centuries to come by keeping the lessons they gave him close to his heart, along with their memory.
Through the lifetimes he led, he upheld the bushido code passed down to him from Hitoshi, even though as the times changed, people relied more and more on who carried the bigger stick rather than he who was most honorable. Yet throughout the changes of the ages, the core of Tora's teachings never wavered. Like the ocean, his calm nature belied a strength that lay concealed just beneath the surface; a strength that drew on itself, adapting, changing with the tides of each lifetime.
Despite his age, he had still his moments of weakness, and it was just such a moment that led him into the wrong type of crowd... or what others would believe to be the wrong crowd. The Shiroi Te were based on the same teachings that his father and father's father had upheld. Just as the tide and phases of the moon are cyclical, was it any surprise that he would find himself in a situation nearly identical to the one Hitoshi was in many centuries ago?
Gun still smoking, he was staring down upon the cooling body of a traitor when a babe's cry met his ear. This time, there was no bloody trail to follow, but he did not need one to find the child in the next room, busily kicking and screaming her lungs out. Even when he picked her up and cradled her close, she refused to cease.
"Tora! Kill the little demon and let's go!"
The body count raised to two that night -- honestly, what a terrible suggestion to kill the innocent -- and an orphaned child found a new home. It was the least he could do, having taken her father away from her. Unlike Hitoshi's situation, Tora could not be a father to this child, so he treated her as a sibling instead.
Even with a child at his side, he was still able to climb the ranks of the mafia to become their unexpected -- yet unexpectedly great -- leader. Calm and quiet he may be, but everyone in Shiroi Te knew that in his case that did not equate to weakness. To those men (and many others), he is known simply as the "Tranquil Tiger".
Codeword: Wicker
Age: Old, yet not.
Time you have Roleplayed: 14+ years
Settings you have roleplayed in: You name it, and I've probably played it.
Type of RPs you have been in: White Wolf, Gor, Victorian, Fandoms. See above.
Contact: gunandasmile@gmail.com, gunandasmile (AIM)
--CHARACTER--
Real Name: Kiroshima Tora
Nickname: Nodaka Tora (Tranquil Tiger), Mr. Nodaka, Tora-san, Tigger (by his "little sister")
Race: Demon (The Yin/Tiger aspect)
True age: Unknown
Apparent age: Mid twenties to mid thirties.
Sex: Male
Portrayed by: Hyde
--SUPERNATURAL FORM--
Eyes: Slitted, cat-like blue eyes, that are as ever-changing as the sea.
Hair color: Pure white.
Hair length: Somewhat shaggy and tapered to the waist. Mane-like.
Skincolor: Pale.
Body shape: Athletic, though a bit on the thin side.
Height: 6'9
Weight: 205lbs
Other Features: Retractable claws, long canines, subtly tapered ears. His skin is layered with very, very fine, barely-seen fur, which is marked with pale, watery-blue tiger stripes along his body.
--GUISE FORM--
Eyes: Brown
Hair color: Black, but sometimes lightens it.
Hair length: Short; ear-length
Skincolor: Golden-skinned.
Body shape: Very fit and trimmed.
Height: 5'1 (he tends to hunch, too)
Weight: 120lbs
Other Features: Pierced ears, and a tattoo of angel wings spanning his shoulders.
Reputation: Amongst his peers, he's truly a nobody. Always one to keep to himself, he's over looked more often than not and, at times, prefers it that way. Amongst the human society, he's the last person you would expect to hold the prestige of Oyabun of the Shiroi Te.
Strengths: Cat-like balance and reflexes, eidetic memory, the full moon (when the tide is the strongest), water, observant and patient, ruthless when need be, compassionate, often the calm eye of a storm.
Weaknesses: Fire, the new moon (when the tide is the weakest), compassionate, catnip (kidding.. or am I?).
Enjoys: Cold weather, swimming, conversation, infomercials, fish (especially salmon), drive ins, expensive clothing and cologne.
Fears: Large fires (especially uncontrolled ones), drought, crowds (this is more of a discomfort than a fear).
Main supernatural ability: Like water to stone, he has the ability to erode through mental and emotional defenses with time; telepathic barriers, repressed memories, etc. Because of this, reading and manipulating surface thoughts/feelings come natural. Sometimes he doesn't realize he's even doing it.
Other Supernatural abilities: He is able manipulate and create water in each of its forms, regardless of it's straight water, or mixed with something else.
Drawbacks to supernatural abilities: His abilities fluxuate with the moon phase, as well as the weather. During a new moon, or dry phase, he's more lethargic and weak. The thoughts/feelings of others can affect him if his own barrier's are down and he may respond to someone's unspoken thought, or begin to feel what they're feeling.
Human Job: Mafia boss of the Shiroi Te.
Demon World: Nada.
Family ties: The only family he has is a young girl (Ritoru Akki) he took under his wing years ago.
Lover(s): None. Not actively looking.
Short history: (This may be a taaad amended to fit with another's background. Stay tuned!)
No one knows exactly where Tora came from; even Tora is uncertain of his origins. Were his 'parents' alive, they'd call him a blessing from heaven.
Naoko and Hitoshi Kiroshima had tried to have children for over ten years, but luck just hadn't been on their side. Hitoshi's elders insisted that he find himself another wife, one that could produce strong sons for him, but he refused even if he was the only samurai in their village that had no heirs. He was far too loyal to Naoko, and loved her with every ounce of his being.
It was part of his code as bushido; loyalty unto death. The woman might not have been his Lord, but his Lord's word could never bring him the honor that Naoko did, especially when it took him away from her. War called, and being of the shogunite, it was his duty to comply.
It brought him no joy to destroy the sons of other men, even if the only alternative the battlefield offered was to be killed by one himself. Women and children were often spared, at least with the majority of the men that razed cities in the name of their Lord. In the eyes of the bushido, the women and children killers were nothing more than barbarians.
As the battle raged on, he asked himself more and more often, was this the Gods' plan for him? To fight and die by the code without a son to carry on his name?
The snow he knelt upon, exhausted and wounded, was strewn with blood, and he believed death was soon to come to him. The wind bit through his mask, stinging his skin and bringing tears to his clenched eyes. In the background he could still hear the fighting of his companions, and if it hadn't been for the pain and numbness drowning out the clash of swords, he might have missed the horrible wail that licked at his ear. Had a Shinigami come to claim what was left of his life?
As fate would have it, it was not the Death God that screeched so insistently, and though the others seemed not to hear the sound, it persisted until he forced himself to rise and head towards the source. He followed a bloody path drug through the snow, and there at its end he found the body of a mortally wounded woman, whose last act was to curl protectively around her infant son to keep him safe from the elements before she died.
Despite his own grievous wounds, he pried the child from her stiff arms and added to the infant's swaddling the wrap of a fallen banner nearby.
It was nearly a month before he finally returned home to Naoko, rejuvenated and full of joy to come bearing the great gift of a child. Naoko welcomed the swaddled infant as if he were her own, and Kiroshima Tora (named for the tiger upon the banner Hitoshi had found nearby) was added to the family.
It was not unknown to Tora just what he was, even as a child. He had been living long before he came across the two unfortunate humans who prayed day and night for a son. It was his great compassion that moved him to be reborn in a human guise, even though he could never truly be human. The Kiroshimas were overjoyed with their good fortune and raised him to the best of their ability. Despite Tora's desire to grow quickly and merge with the rest of human society, the knowledge that there was much he could learn from Hitoshi kept him from doing so. Hitoshi taught his son everything he knew; how to read, write, and most importantly, the codes of the bushido. Tora, like his chosen father, would grow to become a great warrior.
Unfortunately, too late he learned one of the harshest penalties for being a child of the Gods; humans aged and, eventually, died. At least the Kiroshimas never wondered why their son retained his youthful visage even as they wrinkled and grayed. They never wondered why he never fell ill, or how he always seemed to know what they were thinking or feeling with but a glance. The deep gaze of their child held more secrets than they ever dared to question. Instead, they considered themselves blessed and gave him a love unconditional.
Their passing was difficult for Tora, but he endured the centuries to come by keeping the lessons they gave him close to his heart, along with their memory.
Through the lifetimes he led, he upheld the bushido code passed down to him from Hitoshi, even though as the times changed, people relied more and more on who carried the bigger stick rather than he who was most honorable. Yet throughout the changes of the ages, the core of Tora's teachings never wavered. Like the ocean, his calm nature belied a strength that lay concealed just beneath the surface; a strength that drew on itself, adapting, changing with the tides of each lifetime.
Despite his age, he had still his moments of weakness, and it was just such a moment that led him into the wrong type of crowd... or what others would believe to be the wrong crowd. The Shiroi Te were based on the same teachings that his father and father's father had upheld. Just as the tide and phases of the moon are cyclical, was it any surprise that he would find himself in a situation nearly identical to the one Hitoshi was in many centuries ago?
Gun still smoking, he was staring down upon the cooling body of a traitor when a babe's cry met his ear. This time, there was no bloody trail to follow, but he did not need one to find the child in the next room, busily kicking and screaming her lungs out. Even when he picked her up and cradled her close, she refused to cease.
"Tora! Kill the little demon and let's go!"
The body count raised to two that night -- honestly, what a terrible suggestion to kill the innocent -- and an orphaned child found a new home. It was the least he could do, having taken her father away from her. Unlike Hitoshi's situation, Tora could not be a father to this child, so he treated her as a sibling instead.
Even with a child at his side, he was still able to climb the ranks of the mafia to become their unexpected -- yet unexpectedly great -- leader. Calm and quiet he may be, but everyone in Shiroi Te knew that in his case that did not equate to weakness. To those men (and many others), he is known simply as the "Tranquil Tiger".
Codeword: Wicker
