Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 1:14:08 GMT
Name: Ignatius Friar
Alias: 'Iggy'
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Themesong: Soil & PIMP Sessions - Awesome Knowledge
Appearance:
Iggy has a full head of coarse, unruly auburn hair that he tends to wear fairly long, framing a short, rounded forehead. His eyebrows are fairly thick and hang above almond-shaped, slate-gray eyes sporting prominent dark circles. His facial structure is fairly thin with low cheekbones, an angular jawline and prominent, pointy chin. Iggy's slender, sloping shoulders combined with his long, gangly limbs and scrawny frame make him look bony and malnourished. His hands are dainty, his fingers long and articulate. He is fairly tall, standing at a respectable six foot two, but his slouching posture makes him look shorter than he is. Overall, he doesn't look very impressive. In fact, he looks ill. Certainly not the type of person you would expect to become a martial artist. Or, if you think about it, maybe he's exactly the type of person you would expect to want to be a martial artist.
Iggy's wardrobe is fairly limited, consisting of various casual clothes (T-shirts, jeans and sneakers and the like) and his martial arts uniform, consisting of a white gi with matching white belt and trousers. There is a dark spot where a patch used to be on the chest.
Personality: The first impression one tends to get about Iggy is that he's tense. Probably unhealthily so. He fidgets constantly, eyes darting this way and that as if searching for some unseen threat, with shoulders hunched and walking with this weird, shuffling gait that moves faster than you would think. Generally speaking, this first impression is pretty accurate. He's got some serious anxiety issues, constantly obsessing about every possible bad thing that could happen to him. However, he's a pretty pleasant guy to be around otherwise. He is so anxious that he somehow makes everyone feel calmer, almost as if there's no room for them to worry, like he's using up all the anxiety bandwidth and everyone else has to calm down to make room. He makes friends pretty easily, if only because people tend to think that he needs a friend. He's also pretty bright, with a general intelligence that has allowed him to grasp foreign concepts and learn new skills more quickly than his peers for most of his life. He is terrified of pretty much everything and everyone, jumping at his own shadow and every little surprise seems to shake him to his very core. And yet... there is a curious strength to him. He flinches at his own shadow, and yet refuses to flee. He screams, but doesn't run hiding. Indeed, Iggy is possessed that curious form of cowardice that is so potent it crosses through the other side into courage. Even as he trembles and whimpers before a match, he steadfastly refuses to be beaten even when it is plain to everyone that he has no chance of victory. And sometimes, it actually works out. This tends to baffle people, as he is clearly a coward. And yet, he doesn't do any of the things a coward is supposed to do. He doesn't run away, he doesn't break down and start crying, (usually) and he won't stay down. It's extremely frustrating, especially when he actually ends up beating you somehow.
Out of all the hobbies you would expect someone like Iggy to have, martial arts probably wouldn't be your first guess. Maybe, like, stamp collecting or something. But fighting? The guy can hardly leave his house without a night light! And yet, it's true. Iggy has an obsession with the martial arts, and a burning passion to become a great fighter. Or at least a decent one. You know, he'd even settle for being considered mediocre. Honestly, he hasn't made much progress. Despite his best efforts, pretty much everyone refuses to teach him. They all have more talented students to train, like that one kid with the wooden leg or the stray cat from down the street. But he tries regardless, picking up bits and pieces where he can, and trying (and usually failing, mind you) to figure out the rest on his own. His room at home has been absolutely packed with all sorts of martial arts magazines and self-defense manuals and bootleg recordings of professional fights since he was a kid.
Fighting Style: Calling Iggy's desperate flailing a 'style' is a bit generous, but let's roll with it anyways. Iggy's fighting style, in short, needs some work. It's very clear that he has very little actual training, and what training he has had was wrong. He's all over the place, with clumsy, sluggish strikes and throws that very nearly require the opponent's help to get them off of the ground. On the bright side, his defense is surprisingly good. He can dodge with the best of them, in his own awkward, clumsy way. And his guard is pretty tight, if you discount all the uncontrollable shaking. Since he can barely throw a punch, it would pretty much be a given that he wouldn't be familiar with Ki attacks, if it weren't for the fact that he totally is. He can throw your basic ki blasts, which normally wouldn't be very impressive, but given the fact that he's had a total of like ten weeks of actual training in the five years he was enrolled in the school, he deserves some props for figuring it out on his own. This allows him to utilize the ever-popular "get out of range and throw energy blasts at it until it goes away" tactic, which is pretty much the only way he ever actually wins. That and that one time his opponent slipped in the shower and broke his neck the morning before the match.
History: It's always the name. Every time, they ask about the name. Well, it's not a very interesting story. Iggy's parents decided to name him something daft because they wanted him to stand out. They succeeded. He was the only 'Ignatius' pretty much anywhere he went and most likely always will be. He was born in the big city to a cubicle jockey father and a stay-at-home mother that constantly found herself with nothing to do. This was mostly because Iggy was always a pretty mellow kid, even as an infant. He cried sometimes of course, when he was hungry or tired or his chest hurt because his precious little lungs weren't yet strong enough for him to burp by himself. But other than that, he never really did anything particularly worrying. He developed at a normal rate, always cooperated at dinnertime and never seemed to make a mess anywhere. Honestly, this was more worrying to his parents than if he were an obnoxious little brat. It was weird, here was this little kid just eating his gross pre-processed mush with no fuss, no need for airplanes or trains or anything. They half expected him to pull out some miniature silverware and start dabbing his lip with his bib. Still, they couldn't complain, and as he grew older he only got more agreeable. Sure, he was terrified of pretty much everything new and asking some pretty disturbingly profound questions for a toddler, but that just meant he was advanced. At least, they were pretty sure that was what it meant. Either that or he was crazy. That therapist never really did elaborate on that distinction very well.. Anyways, he did pretty well in preschool, learning to read ahead of pretty much every other kid there, and quickly made a respectable pocket of friends. Unfortunately he also seemed to be an easy target for teasing, and nobody ever really seemed interested in standing up for him. It was like he didn't really even notice the teasing, maybe because the would-be bullies couldn't insult him in any way he hadn't already thought of himself. Either way, it wasn't long after he had graduated to kindergarten when he saw his first professional martial arts match..
In hindsight, it wasn't much of a match, just two local students in a glorified sparring match, but that fight left a very powerful impression on young Iggy. At first, it terrified him. Weren't they afraid of getting hurt? Then, they fought, and sure enough one of them came away with a bloody nose. And yet, afterwards they shook hands! And smiled! They didn't seem to care at all that they had put themselves in danger, in fact they were having fun. Iggy wished he could be like that. And though he wouldn't go through with it for at least another decade, he knew from that point on what he wanted to do. He wanted to be a fighter, and never have to be afraid again.
I mean, it didn't work, but it was a nice thought. He did go into martial arts when he was fifteen, but as it turned out the teacher really only let him in to bolster his school's numbers. The instructors pretty much ignored him, and the other students accidentally mistook him for a punching bag a few times, but he didn't mind so much. After all, he was learning. It only took him two weeks to figure out punching! Never managed to get the hang of kicking, but he's pretty sure he got close. He did manage to harness his ki into an attack, (Entirely by accident, sure, but whatever) and that deserved some praise... or it would have, if he had ever told anyone. He was afraid that they might have taken him seriously then, and asked him to spar. That would have sucked. Eventually, unfortunately enough, he was kicked out since they didn't really need the extra students anymore. Now, he's on his own, and has made up his mind to travel the world in search of a new teacher. His parents don't really mind, so long as he's following his dreams, and it was about time he got out of the house anyways. (They're sentimental like that.)
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
Offensive
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Support
[SU] Last Gasp: Whether through desperation, resolve, or a mixture of both, Iggy has a knack for staying on his feet. Using his indomitable willpower, he can bring himself back even from the very brink of death, and keep fighting when his body has long since failed him... at the risk of seriously hurting himself. This technique allows Iggy to temporarily bring himself back to full power regardless of his injuries, allowing for one last show of defiance before he goes down. His effective PL is restored to 100% for one post, but he will immediately collapse afterwards, even if he healed himself somehow during the post. If he survives, he will be feeling the consequences of fighting beyond his body's limits when he wakes up. His PL is cut in half for three (real-time) days while he recovers. Obviously, using this ability again while in this state would be an extremely bad idea, and in this case immediately fatal.
Special
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Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias: 'Iggy'
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Themesong: Soil & PIMP Sessions - Awesome Knowledge
Appearance:
Iggy has a full head of coarse, unruly auburn hair that he tends to wear fairly long, framing a short, rounded forehead. His eyebrows are fairly thick and hang above almond-shaped, slate-gray eyes sporting prominent dark circles. His facial structure is fairly thin with low cheekbones, an angular jawline and prominent, pointy chin. Iggy's slender, sloping shoulders combined with his long, gangly limbs and scrawny frame make him look bony and malnourished. His hands are dainty, his fingers long and articulate. He is fairly tall, standing at a respectable six foot two, but his slouching posture makes him look shorter than he is. Overall, he doesn't look very impressive. In fact, he looks ill. Certainly not the type of person you would expect to become a martial artist. Or, if you think about it, maybe he's exactly the type of person you would expect to want to be a martial artist.
Iggy's wardrobe is fairly limited, consisting of various casual clothes (T-shirts, jeans and sneakers and the like) and his martial arts uniform, consisting of a white gi with matching white belt and trousers. There is a dark spot where a patch used to be on the chest.
Personality: The first impression one tends to get about Iggy is that he's tense. Probably unhealthily so. He fidgets constantly, eyes darting this way and that as if searching for some unseen threat, with shoulders hunched and walking with this weird, shuffling gait that moves faster than you would think. Generally speaking, this first impression is pretty accurate. He's got some serious anxiety issues, constantly obsessing about every possible bad thing that could happen to him. However, he's a pretty pleasant guy to be around otherwise. He is so anxious that he somehow makes everyone feel calmer, almost as if there's no room for them to worry, like he's using up all the anxiety bandwidth and everyone else has to calm down to make room. He makes friends pretty easily, if only because people tend to think that he needs a friend. He's also pretty bright, with a general intelligence that has allowed him to grasp foreign concepts and learn new skills more quickly than his peers for most of his life. He is terrified of pretty much everything and everyone, jumping at his own shadow and every little surprise seems to shake him to his very core. And yet... there is a curious strength to him. He flinches at his own shadow, and yet refuses to flee. He screams, but doesn't run hiding. Indeed, Iggy is possessed that curious form of cowardice that is so potent it crosses through the other side into courage. Even as he trembles and whimpers before a match, he steadfastly refuses to be beaten even when it is plain to everyone that he has no chance of victory. And sometimes, it actually works out. This tends to baffle people, as he is clearly a coward. And yet, he doesn't do any of the things a coward is supposed to do. He doesn't run away, he doesn't break down and start crying, (usually) and he won't stay down. It's extremely frustrating, especially when he actually ends up beating you somehow.
Out of all the hobbies you would expect someone like Iggy to have, martial arts probably wouldn't be your first guess. Maybe, like, stamp collecting or something. But fighting? The guy can hardly leave his house without a night light! And yet, it's true. Iggy has an obsession with the martial arts, and a burning passion to become a great fighter. Or at least a decent one. You know, he'd even settle for being considered mediocre. Honestly, he hasn't made much progress. Despite his best efforts, pretty much everyone refuses to teach him. They all have more talented students to train, like that one kid with the wooden leg or the stray cat from down the street. But he tries regardless, picking up bits and pieces where he can, and trying (and usually failing, mind you) to figure out the rest on his own. His room at home has been absolutely packed with all sorts of martial arts magazines and self-defense manuals and bootleg recordings of professional fights since he was a kid.
Fighting Style: Calling Iggy's desperate flailing a 'style' is a bit generous, but let's roll with it anyways. Iggy's fighting style, in short, needs some work. It's very clear that he has very little actual training, and what training he has had was wrong. He's all over the place, with clumsy, sluggish strikes and throws that very nearly require the opponent's help to get them off of the ground. On the bright side, his defense is surprisingly good. He can dodge with the best of them, in his own awkward, clumsy way. And his guard is pretty tight, if you discount all the uncontrollable shaking. Since he can barely throw a punch, it would pretty much be a given that he wouldn't be familiar with Ki attacks, if it weren't for the fact that he totally is. He can throw your basic ki blasts, which normally wouldn't be very impressive, but given the fact that he's had a total of like ten weeks of actual training in the five years he was enrolled in the school, he deserves some props for figuring it out on his own. This allows him to utilize the ever-popular "get out of range and throw energy blasts at it until it goes away" tactic, which is pretty much the only way he ever actually wins. That and that one time his opponent slipped in the shower and broke his neck the morning before the match.
History: It's always the name. Every time, they ask about the name. Well, it's not a very interesting story. Iggy's parents decided to name him something daft because they wanted him to stand out. They succeeded. He was the only 'Ignatius' pretty much anywhere he went and most likely always will be. He was born in the big city to a cubicle jockey father and a stay-at-home mother that constantly found herself with nothing to do. This was mostly because Iggy was always a pretty mellow kid, even as an infant. He cried sometimes of course, when he was hungry or tired or his chest hurt because his precious little lungs weren't yet strong enough for him to burp by himself. But other than that, he never really did anything particularly worrying. He developed at a normal rate, always cooperated at dinnertime and never seemed to make a mess anywhere. Honestly, this was more worrying to his parents than if he were an obnoxious little brat. It was weird, here was this little kid just eating his gross pre-processed mush with no fuss, no need for airplanes or trains or anything. They half expected him to pull out some miniature silverware and start dabbing his lip with his bib. Still, they couldn't complain, and as he grew older he only got more agreeable. Sure, he was terrified of pretty much everything new and asking some pretty disturbingly profound questions for a toddler, but that just meant he was advanced. At least, they were pretty sure that was what it meant. Either that or he was crazy. That therapist never really did elaborate on that distinction very well.. Anyways, he did pretty well in preschool, learning to read ahead of pretty much every other kid there, and quickly made a respectable pocket of friends. Unfortunately he also seemed to be an easy target for teasing, and nobody ever really seemed interested in standing up for him. It was like he didn't really even notice the teasing, maybe because the would-be bullies couldn't insult him in any way he hadn't already thought of himself. Either way, it wasn't long after he had graduated to kindergarten when he saw his first professional martial arts match..
In hindsight, it wasn't much of a match, just two local students in a glorified sparring match, but that fight left a very powerful impression on young Iggy. At first, it terrified him. Weren't they afraid of getting hurt? Then, they fought, and sure enough one of them came away with a bloody nose. And yet, afterwards they shook hands! And smiled! They didn't seem to care at all that they had put themselves in danger, in fact they were having fun. Iggy wished he could be like that. And though he wouldn't go through with it for at least another decade, he knew from that point on what he wanted to do. He wanted to be a fighter, and never have to be afraid again.
I mean, it didn't work, but it was a nice thought. He did go into martial arts when he was fifteen, but as it turned out the teacher really only let him in to bolster his school's numbers. The instructors pretty much ignored him, and the other students accidentally mistook him for a punching bag a few times, but he didn't mind so much. After all, he was learning. It only took him two weeks to figure out punching! Never managed to get the hang of kicking, but he's pretty sure he got close. He did manage to harness his ki into an attack, (Entirely by accident, sure, but whatever) and that deserved some praise... or it would have, if he had ever told anyone. He was afraid that they might have taken him seriously then, and asked him to spar. That would have sucked. Eventually, unfortunately enough, he was kicked out since they didn't really need the extra students anymore. Now, he's on his own, and has made up his mind to travel the world in search of a new teacher. His parents don't really mind, so long as he's following his dreams, and it was about time he got out of the house anyways. (They're sentimental like that.)
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
Offensive
...
Support
[SU] Last Gasp: Whether through desperation, resolve, or a mixture of both, Iggy has a knack for staying on his feet. Using his indomitable willpower, he can bring himself back even from the very brink of death, and keep fighting when his body has long since failed him... at the risk of seriously hurting himself. This technique allows Iggy to temporarily bring himself back to full power regardless of his injuries, allowing for one last show of defiance before he goes down. His effective PL is restored to 100% for one post, but he will immediately collapse afterwards, even if he healed himself somehow during the post. If he survives, he will be feeling the consequences of fighting beyond his body's limits when he wakes up. His PL is cut in half for three (real-time) days while he recovers. Obviously, using this ability again while in this state would be an extremely bad idea, and in this case immediately fatal.
Special
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Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod