Iko Senshoro [ Done ]

N A M E - O F - R A C E

Name| Iko Senshoro
Height| Six-flat
Weight One-hundred and Seventy-five
Age| ??? ( Appears 19-21 )
Gender| Male


Race| Prototype
Abilities| Though new, Iko came away from this all with a weapon crafted to his liking. A five pronged star that was easily held in one's hand. The ends seemed to shimmer with a bit of spiritual residue. Past battles and the user's own energy. It is completely controllable after being thrown, and has the potential to tear through a boulder without much give. One of the main advantages would be the switch between long and short range fighting, which of course, puts the controller in an advantageous position at most times, but the main advantage doubles as a disadvantage.

After throwing it, there is of course, time between it actually hitting the person and such. So while in the air; Iko is left vulnerable, due to no longer having a weapon. The Five-Star projectile will make its way back to its owner after a few seconds of soaring, but that gives others the chance to attack, but they would also have to watch their backs, as to be aware of the blade on its return.

The last bit would be the manipulation of the residue on the end of each tip. Generating enough torque; the curve of each blade will take on a lightning affinity, and build up enough of an electric current to send someone into a fit of paralysis, though, only for a minute or so.


Likes| Candy; The man has a sweet tooth, and boy does he satisfy that craving. If he sees someone else enjoying such a treat, he will approach them and ask for a bit, usually. Iko loves confections of all tastes and shades; the other love of his life helps with keeping any unhealthy habits in check.

The Piano; Probably his favorite instrument, he loves the sound of it; the way it can be fitted to most genres, and the fact that he can play a song, or two sways his decision.

Dislikes|

Sexism; Not as much towards him, but more of 'sexism in action'. He doesn't like seeing it, and it annoys him a great deal. If it happens to come up, he will usually put up arms and defend the female in question, may it be verbally, or physically. Probably where his courageous spirit would come into play.

Fighting; Generally a peace maker, he avoids it, though; he was raised to do so. In this day, he no longer wills his way through areas looking for a rumble. Sadly, his brash attitude will lead him to one, one way or another, so his dislike of it seems almost pointless.


Goals| One of two, Iko's first being to find someone to share his love of, well, love with. A romantic, he is simply looking for someone to express such feelings to. A vent, really. It isn't really his life-changing, God-Given task, but if he could accomplish just this, he would be happy.

Two of Two, cease the fighting. Yes, all of it. A little is fine, but when it consumes an entire world, it needs to end. Even between a few people, his real goal would probably be escaping the violence, rather than stopping it.
Fears| Iko fears that he'll die and wake up again, really. Worded right, he mostly fears an afterlife, hell on earth seemed like enough to him, continuing it would be a smack in the face.

Running out of candy, yes, childish, but he tends to dig deep into his stash to quell any anger that may be growing. Not very healthy, but hey, it works for him. It is a wonder his teeth haven't rot and fell out by now.
Personality| Hopeless Romantic; This probably isn't the best trait to have, but weaving a tale of romance for another to follow is a passion. He loves the story that unfolds while with another person. The twists and turns it can take; it all excites him, but that comes with being an intellectual. He enjoys a mind to match physical tastes. Iko is only the romantic he is, because of his need to explore the emotions that others exhibit.

Accepting; The thing people usually have a hard time dealing with. Acceptance of a lost one, or that loved one that got away, Iko has become very accepting towards others, and their problems. Mostly because hardship isn't something new to him. He can relate to a wide range of peers and higher-ups. He actually enjoys most of the conversations he ends up in.

Though he tends to act a bit childish, deep down, he is an intellectual that loves to take emotions apart, how they work is what fuels him. Though; this only improves the range at which he can deal with another's emotions. Increasing how accepting he can be. It probably isn't the best idea to let people get so close, but his nature doesn't allow him to just turn introvert, no; the social being needs to have others to improve his drive.

Iko accepts death to the point where he is damn near open to it.

Misunderstood; a mix of different feelings, and emotions. It is hard to remain neutral in a warring world; Iko finds himself searching for who he is, less than Introspective, he would probably gain more from taking a look inside. His approach is akin to blunt, and his words are usually coated with a soft bit of poetry, everyone has their outlet, writing in-between the chaos is his.

An important note would be his hate of all things sexist~

Narcissistic; He can be a bit overconfident in his own looks, but it is done to a certain level. Sure, having a decent amount of Self-Esteem is nice, but he finds himself gorgeous. Of course, he doesn't come out and say it, but you can catch him staring at a mirror for just a bit too long at times.

Passive-Aggressive; Ah, yes. Iko is one of those people who tends to exact his verbal revenge via snappy quips and sly comments. Nothing said out-right, and no straight forward conversations. If a serious talk is needed, he will oblige to whatever wishes that person has for a limited time, but that isn't to say its stopping cold-turkey.

*Appearance* Iko's long strands of hair fall just below his jaw-line, reaching the base between his neck and his actual head. The back is a bit longer just barely licking at the start of his back. His bangs manage to cover the patch over his right eye, his left staying dominant and exposed, more of a style than just a random drop of wild locks. A closer look would show a part just above the left optic; an obvious change made for his sight.

Eye; At first Glance his visible eye appears to hold a brown tone, lighter than most shades of the color, but on further inspection; the eye is a shimmering gold, deep enough to retain the normal feel of a typical, everyday eye-color. So, more of a change between the two. Though it is rare, when Iko's eye-patch is removed; the dim version of the Golden optic is revealed. A darker tone that caters more to brown than Gold, or any form of it.

Iko has a soft face despite being such a critical thinker, but it does keep up with his otherwise care-free attitude. His jaw-line is strong as well as his cheek-bones, which are edged nicely. His nose offers the slightest of points which only adds to his natural good looks.

Build; Toned, without much bulk to him. Iko carries his weight in the muscle he manages to put on, which doesn't show unless he is bare in a certain spot on his body. ( Upper-portion, Mid-section, etc. ) With clothes on he is quite slender. His outfit varying, he changes so often that you never really see him in a set uniform. Definition wise; he boasts an upper-body carved from stone, and a mid-section sculpted out of granite. Either way you word it, he is nicely toned.


Family|

Dad; Fuma Senshoro, Unknown at this point.
Mother; Kota Senshoro, Deceased.
Siblings; N/A.

History| Chaos; the word held meaning throughout the world, throughout history. Where there was war, there was chaos. One did not exist without the other in most cases, lives lost, families separated; the path to being one of the many casualties was simple, sit in your home, and watch the raids pile on. It was either that, or invest in a uniform, armor, and a weapon of your own. Become a statistic, and hope you end up on the winning side. Those who risked it escaped victorious, their name run through the mud, recovered, and shined into a call worthy of a hero.

A child was born; the gift that was life, handed down to another so that they might live. Care-free, easy, and unexciting seemed to be the polar opposite of the travels the man would face ahead. Even then; the world was torn, new emperors birthed new wars, new wars giving way for more and more casualty. Due to lack of general medical help; the baby boy lost his mother soon after his birth, which is usually a heavy burden to bear. He knew nothing at this point; a new-born cursed with the future of a soldier.

A loud shrieking, it was Iko's cry, his breath was escaping his lungs at a fast rate, his chest expanding with each inhale. The fragile infant was cleaned and wrapped up in a less than gentle fashion. A young woman, appearing no older than eighteen, she stood up and rushed the new-born from the medical area to his father's home. The woman that had given birth to the child was left inside; a clear liquid falling from her optics and draining down her cheeks.

Iko's father greeted him with open arms, but not exactly the overbearing hug that most parents offered, no; he had pressed his thumb against the child's forehead. A ritual of sorts; it was like he was allowing the poor child to live.

The years of just lounging around, and living life were coming to an end as he neared his tenth year. It was time to begin training, which would of course throw him in the mix with his own father, as well as several grunts. Iko was placed above the rest, this would be a good thing if related to something like school, or work, but instead; it meant a rougher style of sharpening his skills would be forced on him. To build a body ready for battle he was taught to eat well, and exercise, but the added chore of training and his overall slim natural build made it hard to put weight, if any, on.

Missing a mother-figure; the growing boy turned to the very woman that delivered him to his father, she had filled the role quite nicely. Seeing as she stayed around the two, and was a part of the actual army. She was growing just as he was, by this time she had gone from a youthful eighteen year old, to a woman moving on in life at Twenty-Eight.

Iko found comfort in her, whether she be seen as a Sister, Mother, or even just a family friend. He grew accustomed to her face, her panache movements, and even the way she spoke. The sweet to his otherwise bitter being; the urge to fight was being bashed into his head daily, at least with her he could take on a softer side.

The days were growing longer and longer it seemed, time was at a stand-still, and with the rising need for good soldiers, killing became routine. It was five years later, and Iko was finally being put to work, he was thrown into his father's unit, and was forced to fight. His small stature gave him a less than dominant presence. His sword a great deal longer than his own body, yet light and manageable. It was crafted for his own use;the weapon needed to match the wielders preference. Sadly, he didn't get a choice of what it looked like; it was simple sculpted using a light material that was easily handled by the teen, who was now fifteen.

( Four Years Later~ )

The air around the newest field of battle was thick. The stench of blood as well as dirt filled the atmosphere, and death was on the sidelines waiting to snatch the first that fell. A group of one-thousand soldiers, flocking to the middle of the field as if drawn by some unseen force. Iko led the rush, as usual; the man had become good friends with whatever God held the claim of War. The army began to split into quarter circles, planned out to allow two in the center. A ring of bodies; the man known as Iko met with another who had built his own reputation.

A clash of swords, sparks sent flying. This was a battle he could win, and he was sure of it. His form was perfect, no style could penetrate such amazing defense. The old cliche' " The best Offense is a Good Defense " coming into play here. Iko let his eyes shift just slightly; a widening in his optics as he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a large 'monster'. The behemoth towered over the group, but the cheering soldiers watching the battle didn't take note of it all. Had he gone crazy?

Blood spilled from his body; a clean slash ripping the skin from his shoulder down, another jarring a more noticeable reaction. A wicked roar; he had felt his own heart skip a beat as pain from bother gaping wounds streamed throughout. Blood-lost at a fast rate, he felt his vision fade just slightly, his copper-tone eyes rolling backwards. He barely managed to catch a small peek at the area around him. His sight turning to another flash of the beast, and then finally; he was asleep, knocked unconscious.

( Aaaand Present Day )

He fell to what seemed like his death, but awoke a lot later, what felt like months, maybe years, what had happened? He didn't know, but his skin was pale. What should of been the end of young Iko, was, though cliche, only the beginning. Blessed with new strength, he felt his reserves fill, renewed with the gift of life. Though, he should of been tired, he found himself running high on whatever it was coursing through his veins. Though, on closer inspection, he had no idea where he was. A testing zone it seemed, but he wasn't secured to anything, almost as if he were formed and dumped.

Without much question, Iko gathered what he could find, clothes wise, and made an attempt at leaving. His efforts proving successful as he was guided to an exact on what seemed like instinct.

I would like a another draw back either than being left vurnable for a while. It seems you have somewhat two abilities being able to throw the item and putting someone into a fit of paralysis. Turn minutes/seconds into posts please, afterall it is Role Play ^^ it's impossible to determine exact time in the posts right ^^

It looks great, you've obviously put effort into it and it shows.

However, both your personality, appearance, and "ability" match up far more with a Hunter than a Prototype. In fact, if I was blind, I would have sworn that it was a Hunter App. Was it a mis-type, or are you trying to apply for Prototypes?

If you are, remember that Prototypes are monsters, not humans, and use Soul-Dew-based abilities rather than weapons. If so, you history would need to be re-written to begin as a monster, and then meet Izanami and be experimented on.

If you're trying for a Hunter, then you'll need to either add an ability or an extra form to the weapon. You would also have to add to your history how you became a Hunter and recieved the weapon.