Skukendearu

Shukendearu, shi ;Weapon

Name: Shukendearu

Nickname: Shuke (pronounced Shuke-ay)
Age: 15

Gender: Male

Race: Weapon or Meister

Position: Student

Class: NOT

A Strong Body

Appearance: He has a very Italian appearance, and he’s proud of it. He has long, shaggy black hair, reddish-brown eyes, and unusually long canine teeth. His eyebrows are (just like the rest of his facial features) sharp, and angular, but rest above reddish-brown eyes that are far from severe, or unpleasant. His arms, as well as his legs, are long and lanky, ending in broad feet, and hands. He is of decent musculature, his constant theatrical performances keep him in shape. As he goes about his day, he normally wears a black tee-shirt with the emblem of Lord Death upon it, underneath which, he wears a long sleeved, striped shirt. A baggy pair of jeans, and black tennis shoes make up the rest of his daily outfit. To sleep, he wears a pair of gym shorts, and an oversized band shirt. At formal occasions, he is always seen wearing a white undershirt, a dark blue vest, and slacks. No matter what the formal occasion, he always wears a golden masquerade mask in the image of Lord death.
Height: five feet, six inches

Weight: 120 LBS

Fighting Style: Disarm the enemy first, weaken defenses, divert attention, and strike the major limbs,
Personality: Shuke is a very accepting person. He won’t judge you based on only appearance, but if he does get to know you, and it turns out he isn’t very fond of you, he’ll probably be kind in your presence, and then talk behind your back. Being an actor, he is far from honest, and will not hesitate to exaggerate any story he can, to empress anyone who is foolish enough to believe him. He is quick witted, and sharp, he will not hesitate to cut you down if you’re being vain, but he will also be kind, and pick you up when you are down. He loves attention, and the only thing that can get him to shut up is a pretty face, ESPECIALLY if that face is attached to a Goth girl. He will sauce an enemy with bitter words, and bloody, gory threats, and no, matter how dire the situation is, you can always count on him to crack a joke.

Inside the Soul

Weapon form: A long, silver saber. Something that would look quite at home on a confederate soldier. The hilt is golden, with the words “Omnipotens Mortem” engraved into the handle. In Latin, it means “almighty death”. It is truly a wicked blade, three feet long, but light, fast, and deathly sharp.

Partial Form: If he so chooses, his forearms can melt away, and in their place, shoot out long, sharp blades (on and one half feet to be precise)

Out of your Mind

Strengths: cold, unrelenting, and unafraid

Weaknesses: The poor boy is (suffice it to say) quite mad, when his blood gets going, he often can’t seem to make it stop. He is unusually cruel, and easily distracted. His madness causes him to be controlled more easily by some forms of magic.

Hobbies: He spends his extra time acting, singing, reading,(especially the legends of the holy sword Excalibur) and playing online RPG games.

Likes: Italian food, Goth girls, classic literature, and blood

Dislikes: dubstep, snakes, ignorant people, and seafood

Aspirations: He strives to be known, he relishes in even the smallest moments of fame, and recognition.

History: At least three to four paragraphs of your character’s life before they joined Shibusen.

Behind the strings

Alias: Nicco

Other characters: none

RP Sample:
Shuke was exhausted. He trod into his welcoming bedroom, flung his leathern satchel over the bed and into his desk chair on the other side of the room. He flung himself down onto the mattress, and the old springs bounced for a few moments afterward. He kicked off his shoes, and climbed fully clothed under his quilt. Ever so slowly, his eyelids became heavier, and heavier. Until at last, his wide, and usually energetic, brown eyes shut in slumber. As he slept however, disturbing dreams came to haunt his subconscious. The dreams came in fragmented scenes, all demented, and gory in their own ways. They were not connected in any way, and seemed to serve no purpose other than to torment the young man. In the first dream, Shuke was waking up from an afternoon’s nap, well rested, and bright-eyed. However, there came a sharp hissing from just above him. He discovered that his long, brown hair had become a nest of snakes! That dream slowly slunk back into the dark abyss in which all nightmares are born, only to be replaced by another. In this dream Shuke was being chased by a horde of demons, all of them were terrible to look upon. By and by Shuke’s feet could carry him no longer, and he was overtaken. What followed was very unpleasant. Claws dug their way into Shuke’s lightly tanned skin, and tore it away, leaving nothing but tender muscle, and bone. Shuke cried out in anguish as he felt the flesh torn from his body. The demons then tore out his kidneys, liver, and stomach. Hungrily they stuffed the organs into their mouths, and continued to pull entrails from Shuke’s still living body. Shuke was terrified to say the least, and as a demon reachd for his red, still beating heart, he awoke with a bloodcurdling scream. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and his brow was likewise drenched. He looked around the walls of his small room, and said aloud to himself, over and over, “A sound soul resides within a sound mind, and a sound body” In a futile attempt to calm his nerves after such horror.