Post by Blushing z0ro on Mar 3, 2018 5:53:56 GMT -5
<Angelo Sores>
Other Names:–
Epithet:–
Height:– 195cm
Build:– Broad and Muscular
Age:– 19
Gender:– Male
Race:– Human
Occupation:– Pirate
Bounty/Rank:–
Total X-Poinz:– 300
Used X-Poinz:– 150
Personality
At first Angelo can seem single minded and uncaring. Only thinking of fighting and his goal of revenge. But this rough outer shell hides a softer side as well, a deep love of animals has always been a part of him and an even deeper hate of injustice makes him unable to leave people to their fate if he can help.
Most of the time the Young Martial artists sticks to a quiet and serious demeanour, not really letting himself relax unless it’s one of the rare time where he decides to party, at which point he will quietly sip his alcohol with a smile, a rare break in the shell.
One last essential part of Angelo Sores’ personality is his sense of loss, having lost both his parents at a young age and later his master, loss is an omnipresent part of the man. Nonetheless, this sense of loss caused a protective side to be born. If Angelo ever comes to find people he care about to call friends, comrades or even family, he will put his life on the line for every single one of them.
Appearance
Standing just under two metres tall Angelo Sores’ stature is a cut above the average human. A broad neck supported by toned muscles built for power by years of intense training leave no question as to whether or not this man can fight. Angelo keeps his somewhat spiky blond hair in a slightly slicked back cut to keep them out of his blue eyes.
Angelo does not favour any particular type of fashion, mosty preferring practical and comfortable clothing that does not interfere with his movement. At the moment he sports a long sleeved white t-shirt with a few open button at the base of the neck of the shirt. Simple black trousers and boots complete the outfit.
Traits
Inhuman Strength
Inhuman Toughness
Fighting Styles
Name:– Four Beasts Style
Focus:– Martial Art
Class:– E
Description:– A martial art style that uses different forms of combat inspired by the Cardinal Beasts of Eastern Esoteric Buddhism (Seiryu, Byakko, Genbu and Suzaku). Each form represents a different focus of the style.
At E-Rank Angelo only knows how to use the sweepin and internal strikes of the Azure Dragon.
Techs:
Name:– 青龍: 竜拳 - Seiryu: Ryuken - Azure Dragon: Dragon Fist
Rank:– 1 (50)
Description:– A straight punch in which the concussive power is aimed at the core of the target, aiming to do internal damage rather than external.
Name:– 青龍: 旋風脚 - Seiryu: Senpûkyakku - Azure Dragon: Whirlwind Leg
Rank:– 1 (50)
Description:– A powerful sweeping, spinning kick aimed at the neck or side of an opponent.
Name:– 青龍: 竜破 - Seiryu: Ryuha - Azure Dragon: Dragon Wave
Rank:– 1 (50)
Description:– A strong forwards Palm Strike aimed at pushing back an enemy rather than causing damage.
Background
Angelo was born on Karate Island in the South Blue and like most there, he began to train in martial arts at an early age. The young boy’s master was a strict woman by the name of Anna, master of the Four Beasts Style and while her harshness could make life difficult for her young pupil it built a strong character and deep sense of respect for the master within the boy.
As for family life, everything was just about as normal as life could get. Angelo’s two parents were simple people of low means, the young martial artists never had access to much luxuries but never wanted for food either, so all in all, a pretty decent life.
Tragedy first struck young Angelo at the age of ten, when both his parents died to a plague. This period first began to define Angelo character beyond that of a innocent child, a sense of duty to not die pointlessly. From that point on Angelo lived in his master Dojo and trained every day and night; focusing solely on becoming stronger.
Life progressed as such for a few more years. Nothing existed beyond training, to the point that Angelo began to forget what reasons he had to become stronger. Strength was becoming his be all end all, rather than a means to an end. Running while carrying boulder like rocks, thousands of series of punches and kicks, nothing existed beyond martial arts.
However, fate once again came in to shatter the world of the young man. One day as Angelo came running back from some training in the mountains; which involved sitting under waterfalls and fighting bears; the sight of the burning dojo greeted him. Angelo ran inside looking for his master but he was not prepared for the sight of the inside of the burning carcase. His master was being lifted off the burning floor, held by the throat in the hand of a marge man well over ten metres tall. The light and heat of the fire made it difficult to distinguish anything beyond just two silhouettes. The young man screamed, calling for his master, but all that came after the shout was the sound of a crack. Simply the wood snapping as it burned, Angelo thought for a second, but as the body of Anna fell on the ground, neck twisted at an odd angle, the apprentice knew what had happened to his master.
In a fit of rage Angelo rushed at almost giant of a man while screaming at the top of his lungs. Jumping over some of the burning floor to unleash a spinning kick at his master’s killer’s neck. But before his attack could connect, Angelo felt intense pain in the middle of his abdomen. Next thing he knew, ANgelo was crashing on the ground just outside the burning building. His vision was blurred, a mix of the fire and the throbbing pain he was feeling, not only that but he could not stand anymore, just too dizzy. As he lied there on the brink of unconsciousness the massive figure walked passed him, ignoring the gasping breath of a foolish boy. With the very last bit of strength he had left, Angelo strained to turn his head and look at the man who had taken everything Angelo had left in this world. The young martial artists saw only one thing and burned it into his mind as to never forget. A large green dragon tattoo that covered all of the man’s back, serpeting across itself holding a glowing or in its three pronged clawed hand. Then Angelo fell to unconsciousness.
For a couple more years following the incident, Angelo trained harder than he ever had before, he knew the theory of all of his master’s martial arts, all it took know was putting into practice and making his body ready. Twice as hard, thrice as hard, Angelo trained and trained, living in a ruined dojo, eating what he scavenged and what the locals spared him out of charity.
Eventually though, Angelo felt a limit, a glass ceiling he could not break through alone on this island of the South Blue, and one that very day, with on final prayer over his master’s grave, the boy left to go unto the seas, ready to push his limits and find the man who killed his master, and kill him.
