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Post by Ichiba on Nov 28, 2015 3:00:12 GMT
INDEX
History
Relationships
Techniques
Threads and PL tracker
Ongoing story so far
MEGA ALPHA VERSION TO TIRED TO CREATE THE STARTING POSTS ;~;
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Post by Ichiba on Nov 28, 2015 3:00:50 GMT
HISTORY
Ichiba's birth was a rather peculiar one in which his father, landed on the earth in hopes of conquering the land. He intended to do so first by starting in the city nearest to him. This city, wasn't that developed one could call it rather "rural" and so his father slowly flew towards the village, slowly moving above it, on his ascent he spotted an angel on top of the roof of a small house. In the daylight it truly looked like an angel had descended from the heavens to bestow divine judgement onto the people of the village, and in bewilderment and curiosity his father moved towards the house. Reaching the women only to say," You. . .are you an angel?" and in response the women said,"I'm not the one flying now am I" as she began to chuckle. Instantly the man feel in love wether it to be of his own volition or the strange prowess of the women staring infornt of him. Trying to remain prideful, but still getting to the point he asked her out. A long pause, followed by laughter and a yes. In order to blend in with the crowd the man donned human attire and even wrapped his tail inside his clothes. It was strange to see this prideful warrior of the Saiyan race succumb to a women so easily, however this one seemed to have a different air about her, in one word it was alluring. He then began is commute into this new village throwing away all of his previous ties. He took the first step on a staircase that he could not fully see.
Several years later, a small boy was born his hair pure white, rivaled only by the prettiest white rose, he was named Ichiba. This young warrior was quiet a lot in the early stages of his life and literally bounced of the walls of their small home. His father began to train him at an early age as well, surprisingly his mother agreed as well saying,"I'll need someone to protect me when your gone." Everyday he would go out of the town into the lush fields and meet his father in order to train. His father taught him many things, from the ability to control ki and even flight, what a special boy can one be. After a long days of hard work he and his father would traverse back into the village towards their little home, a steaming hot meal awaiting them. And this is how life in his early childhood processed, when the world was all happy things and his father was the hero among heroes. Around the town news spread of a small boy being born. Mostly everyone in the village knew one another, and rejoiced and the word of life. By the age of 5 nearly everyone in the village knew him, and became particularly fond of him. "He was a polite young boy some would say", "He is an little angel" others would say. This statement was only further defined by the youth's lush white hair. He quickly became "renowned", which is in hindsight not that special in a village so small.
10th birthday, early in the morning training time with dad, in the afternoon, a stroll around the town with the whole family and in the evening a giant cake with his name on it. Isn't it peculiar how life always hands you an apple, just before destroying your farm, how life will give you a lemon. . .only to squish it in your eyes.The next morning, the sunlight beams through his window resting on his hair making it gleamer similar to the moon at night. Ichiba wakes up wiping his eyes as is the routine, moving out of the bed, pushing up his pillows and blanket against the bed-frame, and proceeding down the stairs to indulge in his morning meal. Strange. . .normally he would have smelt the aroma off freshly made pancakes, the sound of his mom humming, while making his favorite sunny side up eggs. In a panic he came bolting down the stairs, jumping down the last 10, "oh and new record" he thought, only to have his thoughts dragged back into were the came, for their was a new matter to face. No one was down stairs, as he turned around towards the refrigerator a note stuck behind a magnetic sticker. "Dear Ichi, I left the house in order to buy more eggs. I'll be back soon, so do me a favor and stay in the house ok?" He falls to the floor making a -THUD- on the wood, a sigh, escaping his mouth, so heavy that it was almost tangible. He began to pick himself up and walk out the door of the house walking to the south of his house, towards the field,"I know my said she wanted me to stay, but she must have forgot that I gotta train with dad!" As he creeped up on the lush fields ahead the fresh dew, smelling rather intoxicating today as he breaks into a sprint, the wind blowing his hair backwards. He looked onto the fields, embracing the smell and fresh air he was meet with, except. . . something was missing his father, he thought. Yes, the area was vacant, void of his hero. He began to look around the area searching ever nook and cranny, ever little patch of grass. As he began to run towards his home not even stopping to breath not stopping to say high to his neighbors not stopping to think about the inventible truth. He returned home his mother carrying several bags as she spoke,"I told you not to go outside, you little rascal." Panting slightly he speaks in a raspy, detached tone," Mo. . .mom. . .whe . .re...dad?" A grim expression appearing on her face for an instant as she forced a smile,"Oh, your father. . .took a vacation." His face, contorting into a frown that seemed unfitting for an angel, and frown that seemed impossibly sad,"He'll be back. . .right. . .right. .. Tell me he will be back!" he demanded, as he mom stay their silent, fiddling with the doorknob, barely able to even turn it. Ichiba, stunned at his mother's silence, began to walk away, slowly, tears streaming down his eyes, meeting at his chin, only to fall of hitting the ground, the tears were abnormally warm, the burned his skin, they melted the ground below.
A day had passed since Ichiba ran away from home, he was cold and hungry on the side of the road. He wanted to go back home so bad, but couldn't bare to see the house he spent so many years in with his father. The smell of rain lingered in the air as a single drop, feel on the youth's head, followed by a flurry of many more. In order to take shelter he walked towards a nearby home moving to the backyard. He spotted a miniature house deciding that it was best to wait out the rain there. More rain began to pour down from above as Ichiba's clothes hit the ground, sliding backwards into the dog house, his clothes now all muddy. While entering the small house a rather interesting fuzzy mass rubbed up against Ichiba," A doogie!" The dog was breathing heavily deep in slumber, leaning up against the side of the house curled into a ball(fettle position) Ichiba decided to follow suit. When he woke up the dog was gone and the rain had stopped, cramped Ichiba pulls himself out of the small house and into the backyard again a small set of muddy dog footprints underneath his feet. Curious he decided to follow them, first outside the house, next southbound towards the more rural side of the town and finally the prints halted at a forest. The dog comes out of the mass of trees his ears flapping in the wind carrying a giant bone in his mouth. Ichiba's senses were then struck with a horrid smell coming from the forest, it was so bad it forced him to place a finger pinching his noise. He moved closer in the forest following the smell until he comes to a patch that is devoid of trees and in their place there is a mound of dirt. Placing his hands on top of the mound Ichi begins to move some of the dirt towards the side of him, very rapidly. Each time he removed a chunk of dirt a bell chimed in his head, the sort of bell you would hear at the start of a Mass(religious ceremony). Unveiling all the dirt a pile of bones lay, with a piece of armor thrown under it. Inside one of the eye sockets a paper note was shoved into it, in the other a locket of long white hair. His stomach began to churn, twist in on itself as a brown fluid flung out of his mouth burning his throat on it's way. He darts out of the forest running faster than he ever had before, running. running and running. Several hours later his feet begin to heat up, and are bruised almost the the point of bleeding as he falls on a concrete sidewalk, somewhere in a distant city.
"Yashio it seems that your time is up," a small sadistic chuckle escapes her mouth,"the last few years with you were truly the best. I loved to see how hard you struggled to make my little Ichi the best." Her hand moves towards Yashio's chin and rubs it with her thumb and index finger, he begins to twitch slightly, but still unable to move or speak because of the drug coursing through his blood stream. Her finger nails begin to dig into his chin, as his vocal cords come try and come together to make some sort of noise, but not even a croak escapes. "It was all for me right, ahhhh your so loving I knew you would be of use to me, but it seems your tapped dry," she began chuckling lightly, as in a second it turned to a full blown laugh. |
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Post by Ichiba on Nov 28, 2015 3:03:15 GMT
RelationshipsEtoru-THE RIVAL
Meet in the thread, Corrupt! Currently more of a fearful relationship between them most of the fear coming from Ichiba.
'Don't kill me!'
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Post by Ichiba on Nov 28, 2015 3:06:34 GMT
TECHNIQUES
Starter Techs:
[SU] Swift Movement- the user moves so fast that teleport effect appears
[SU] Flight
[N1] Angel's Roar
[N1] Shatter Impulse
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Post by Ichiba on Dec 6, 2015 2:44:22 GMT
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