Post by Setsuna Kirios on May 5, 2009 19:13:23 GMT -5
C H A R C T E R I N F O
Name: Setsuna Kirios ( was known as "Burnt Rice" to his friends. Goes by Burnt or Kirios )
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Setsuna moved to Washington from Japan with his mother when he was 16, leaving behind his life of fast cars, easy girls and high technology to live in a little town of Redmond. The little brick and mortar village was so remote that Setsuna was forced to purchase his own wireless uplink to access the internet.
He was pleased that his mother had at least allowed him to keep his car. Little beauty of a car too. 40K stock, 15K in body-kits, 35K in... mostly legal modifications to the engine and transmission. Oh yes, she was a beast, Setsuna's heart and soul. Sure it seemed like a lot of money for a 16 year old. But Setsuna came from a, distinguished, background.
It was on his 19th birthday that the demons first started appearing. redmond was isolated enough that no one payed much attention, but Setsuna, who like to hang out in Everett saw its effects. At first there were small signs. No Beggars in the alleyways, then, no pets roaming the streets, it wasn't till almost 3 months in that the entire city just up and disappeared.
It was on that day when Setsuna returned home that he found his his mother lying on the kitchen floor, his father's pistol in her hand and her life blood oozing from her neck. Beside her lay a... creature, something that had once been a man, but was no longer. He cried then, cried for almost a week before becoming consumed with a rage that pushed all emotions aside. He would extract revenge on this abominations, he would bring honor back to the Kirios name.
Physical Appearance: The Young man, just barely out of teen-hood, is not the most physically active person in the world. Not say he was fat. His mother's cooking added with his want to impress 'the ladies' had kept Setsuna thin. Standing a good 5' 7" tall and weighing in at 140 pounds Setsuna was not exactly a prize fighter. He was a driver. His black slacks and white button up shirt, usually unbuttoned near the top attested to that. As well as his Black racing helmet. Only fools raced without protection. Simple tennis shoes adorned his feet, comfortable yet tight they served their purpose.
Personality: Setsuna is smug, easily scarred, and think himself to be a ladies man. As of late however, the ladies man thing has begun to wear off, being that the ladies are few and far between. And the scarred part now mostly applies to humans. Human's can use guns. Zack can't.
Role Play Post Example:
Seattle
Rubber squealed against dry pavement as Setsuna threw his Mitsubishi Evolution into a hard drift. No way in hell was he wasting 15,000 dollars of bodywork just to smear zack all over the road. The young man grinned to himself as he slid the 2,900 pound car around the feasting beast.
Zack.
Who had ever named them that? American military probably, back where there was one perhaps?
Calloused hands expertly threw the car into neutral, tapping the breaks to line up the driver side window and the manifestation of evil. " Mm'K beast, game time over." Slowly, carefully, his finger tightened around the smooth black trigger of his Beretta 92FS.
Three loud claps rang out, dissipating quickly over the empty plains.
Setsuna cursed as his first two shots flew wide, digging deep furrows in the pavement. His last round however, found its mark. The nine millimeter hollow point round literally tearing the zombie's head in half.
Rubber smoked cried in pain as Setsuna let the full 465 horsepower of the EVO take him from the area. Not caring to watch as the creature's grey, rotten brain matter spread itself across the broken road of the present.
Name: Setsuna Kirios ( was known as "Burnt Rice" to his friends. Goes by Burnt or Kirios )
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Setsuna moved to Washington from Japan with his mother when he was 16, leaving behind his life of fast cars, easy girls and high technology to live in a little town of Redmond. The little brick and mortar village was so remote that Setsuna was forced to purchase his own wireless uplink to access the internet.
He was pleased that his mother had at least allowed him to keep his car. Little beauty of a car too. 40K stock, 15K in body-kits, 35K in... mostly legal modifications to the engine and transmission. Oh yes, she was a beast, Setsuna's heart and soul. Sure it seemed like a lot of money for a 16 year old. But Setsuna came from a, distinguished, background.
It was on his 19th birthday that the demons first started appearing. redmond was isolated enough that no one payed much attention, but Setsuna, who like to hang out in Everett saw its effects. At first there were small signs. No Beggars in the alleyways, then, no pets roaming the streets, it wasn't till almost 3 months in that the entire city just up and disappeared.
It was on that day when Setsuna returned home that he found his his mother lying on the kitchen floor, his father's pistol in her hand and her life blood oozing from her neck. Beside her lay a... creature, something that had once been a man, but was no longer. He cried then, cried for almost a week before becoming consumed with a rage that pushed all emotions aside. He would extract revenge on this abominations, he would bring honor back to the Kirios name.
Physical Appearance: The Young man, just barely out of teen-hood, is not the most physically active person in the world. Not say he was fat. His mother's cooking added with his want to impress 'the ladies' had kept Setsuna thin. Standing a good 5' 7" tall and weighing in at 140 pounds Setsuna was not exactly a prize fighter. He was a driver. His black slacks and white button up shirt, usually unbuttoned near the top attested to that. As well as his Black racing helmet. Only fools raced without protection. Simple tennis shoes adorned his feet, comfortable yet tight they served their purpose.
Personality: Setsuna is smug, easily scarred, and think himself to be a ladies man. As of late however, the ladies man thing has begun to wear off, being that the ladies are few and far between. And the scarred part now mostly applies to humans. Human's can use guns. Zack can't.
Role Play Post Example:
Seattle
Rubber squealed against dry pavement as Setsuna threw his Mitsubishi Evolution into a hard drift. No way in hell was he wasting 15,000 dollars of bodywork just to smear zack all over the road. The young man grinned to himself as he slid the 2,900 pound car around the feasting beast.
Zack.
Who had ever named them that? American military probably, back where there was one perhaps?
Calloused hands expertly threw the car into neutral, tapping the breaks to line up the driver side window and the manifestation of evil. " Mm'K beast, game time over." Slowly, carefully, his finger tightened around the smooth black trigger of his Beretta 92FS.
Three loud claps rang out, dissipating quickly over the empty plains.
Setsuna cursed as his first two shots flew wide, digging deep furrows in the pavement. His last round however, found its mark. The nine millimeter hollow point round literally tearing the zombie's head in half.
Rubber smoked cried in pain as Setsuna let the full 465 horsepower of the EVO take him from the area. Not caring to watch as the creature's grey, rotten brain matter spread itself across the broken road of the present.