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 Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 7:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 8:04 pm
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 ◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Wave is not the kindest individual around. He normally acts similar to the traditional Japanese yankee. He has incredibly trust issues, and makes it a point not to get close to anyone around him. While it is possible, he does not make it easy. He finds enjoyment in skateboarding and the feeling of freedom, but quickly goes sour if around other people, as he has an anger inducing phobia being near others. The only one he seems to show particular normalcy around is Aliyah, as she reminds him of his older sister, and too endured hardships.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:
Wave, as a boy, grew up under harsh inhumane conditions. From birth he was forced to live in the slums of a terrorist controlled location deeply hidden from the watch of the Hunters and Huntresses. It was riddled with Bandits and Mad-men—people who had fallen so low in depravity that they’d sooner eat their own fellow human than subject themselves to falling further. Living in a single parent household under his mother’s care, he and his older sister had to grow strong on their own in order to survive. With no father to guide, strengthen, and protect them, the two could only leave everything to their mother, and do unfortunate deeds to compensate for what would be lacking beyond that. It was on his sister's tenth birthday, with Wave only being eight, that the two found themselves in the depths of their town no child should have reached.
Anyone who entered was said to never return. Alive at least. Every so often they’d hear whispers and pleas while passing by the entry way, but the kids knew better than to enter. But on this day, for a reason Wave could not fathom, his older sister entered in with such a determined fashion—Wave followed after her in a panic to bring his foolish sister back. After making it inside of the clearly man-made tunnel, deep within, they ran into a massive dome-like room with strange pale-green lights lit around with a massive blue crystal sticking out of the center top of the dome, which gives off an almost violent blue shimmer as if alive. Entranced by the sight, the siblings failed to notice some oddly dressed men enter and approach them from behind. Without even getting a chance to defend themselves or run away, both Wave and his sister were knocked unconscious from blows to the head by the backside of some rifles. After an unknown amount of time, Wave was forcibly awoken by the agonizingly blood curdling screams of his sister.
His eyes wide in panic, and his heart racing, he throws his vision from side to side hoping to find her, but finally looks up to see her hanging upside down, suspended by weird chains, and spilling blood like a fountain from numerous sides of her body. Men dressed in full body gear stand around her, stabbing her with glow-tipped spear-shaped weapons. Terrified, Wave screams out in both rage and fear, feeling as though he’d lose his one and only sister in this hellhole of a place. At first the men stopped, but after being signaled by another of their subordinates, they continued their attacks. Wave’s sister’s screams went on for what seemed to be ever until finally, she stopped screaming. He watched her body motionlessly swing from side to side while tied up, but she never moved again after that. At that moment, countless thoughts and excuses flooded the young boys mind. He wanted to ignore it. He wanted to believe it was all fake—a dream even.
He wanted to close his eyes, wake up, and hug his big sister while crying his heart out from having a bad dream. But in the midst of his anguish, he knew all too well. Fiora would never open her eyes again. She’d never hold him, get him out of trouble, or kiss his forehead goodnight any longer. Right then and there, for unknown reasons, she was murdered. Something in Wave snapped then, but no one knew it, because beyond him snapping, he fell into despair. His heart and world were shattered and broken. The men, after taking Fiora’s body away to be disposed of, approached Wave in attempts to start their ‘experiments’ on him next. But as the men got close, they stopped in their tracks after seeing the face of the boy they hurt. Wave’s eyes were in such a way no child’s eyes should ever look. Even if it was for but a fleeting moment, those men who killed his sister…felt fear. Another man, clearly having superiority over these other men, approached Wave with a hard grin giving off filthy vibes.
Under his orders, the other men took the young boy away deeper into the caverns, into a room covered in strange contraptions and machines no one in the Blues should have been capable of possessing. As Wave was placed down and connected to a large tube with luminescent blue liquid within, the last thing he can remember from that time is a monitor that had the words: “Project Raskreia” across it. He looked up in his weakening state, and saw the naked body of a woman inside an even more complex machine, hooked up to the ceiling of the room with countless metallic confinements about her body as if to hold back something comparable to a monster. Wave blacked out, and wouldn’t wake for many years. Fifty to be exact. As he opened his eyes, he was within a large cold machine that seemed to open from his gain of consciousness. For a long time, he wandered about trying to figure out where he was, what he was doing and who he was for that matter.
After fiddling around with some of the machine for some time, he accidentally gained access to hidden files about himself. He learned of his past, where he had come from, and finally…he remembered what happened to him and his sister. The intense memories rushed back into him, and immediately he fell to his knees, holding his head in anger, crying out to the skies. Something he wanted to do for so long, but couldn’t. All he could think was, “I miss my sister!” More time passed by, and Wave entered the new world and era he had been born into. He was no longer a member of those underground containment slums. He was, for the most part, free. Yet even still, he felt a deep dark loneliness he knew not how to fill. A young boy left in a big world, tasked with fending for himself after relying so heavily on his sister and mother… It was hard. Many times he nearly died of starvation or falling prey to dangerous creatures, but somehow through it all he survived all on his own.
He had to do things he’d never imagined he’d need to while back home. During all of that time, he even fell to killing a young girl his age, and eating her from hyper deprivation. Some days after that event, he was found by a group of explorers who were traversing the nearby lands in search of someone named Hound Day. Said he was extremely dangerous, but weakened. Due to these people, Wave found company, and a temporary home. These people, after some time, explained themselves to be from a group called the Hunters army. Hearing their stories of adventures and battles sent limitless chills down the young boy’s spine. Wave had never heard of such heroic people before, and being able to travel with him made him happy, but it also made him regret what he had done to that young girl. After weeks of travels, finally the group found the super tyrant ‘Hound Day’, Traitor to Humanity, and destroyer of countless kingdoms.
The fiend seemed to be severely injured and lacking of strength, and was easily cornered by the traveling group of Hunters. That is, until they were approached by high ranking officials from behind. Hound Day, figuring this was his chance, attempted to escape captivity, but was easily dispatched by the healthy head Huntress that had come. While Hound Day was being arrested, Wave tried to thank the group for their help, but was fiercely struck in the stomach by the same Huntress and looked down at with disgust. Soon he realized that these people were in league with the same filth that experimented on him. They were not only searching for Hound Day, but they were searching for Wave as well. To wipe him out, and cover up their ‘failure’. In fear, Wave called out for the Hunters who all had their backs turned. Until finally, the one who he had come to trust the most, turned his head with an insanely devious smirk about it.
He explained how he sold Wave out for ransom money, and that even the Bandits and Hunters could work together in times like this. That was the last straw. Wave finally broke down. He lost everything, and gained something new. His last hope. And this hope betrayed him for money. The Bandits trained him, taught him so many survival skills, and befriended him. But it all turned out to be a ruse to get closer to him, and sell him off to the underground Hunters. Even now, Wave now sure of what happened, but he blacked out, and as he came to, all of the bandits and hunters were killed. Splattered and scattered all over the surrounding area. Wave’s body was covered in blood, and Hound Day was nowhere to be found. With nothing left for him, Ran escaped in a hurry to get away. Some odd years passed, and all he could do was to build upon the training given to him, and learn to survive on his own. He wanted to grow stronger so he’d never lose to people again.
He didn’t want to feel any more pain or suffering. But most of all, he didn’t want to start anymore bonds with people. He lost his sister, and he lost the only heroes he could believe in. To Wave, one simple result came from living.
“This world is ******** cruel.”
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s):
❥ Mother - Deceased
❥ Sister - Deceased
❥ Aliyah - Only Trusted Person
✖ Humanity
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◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): Destroy the remnants of the experiments leading up to his sister's death, and his own bodily alterations. Then make the Hunters and Huntresses of the world pay for their betrayal to his faith and future.
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s):
Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title
Eᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title
Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ/Cᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: |
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 10:13 pm
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Noble Negative J3T Captain
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