Post by [kiyo] on Oct 30, 2007 22:57:04 GMT -5
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Birth/Given Name:[/size] Rushiiba Tsuhao
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Alias: Rushi
Gender: Male
Age: 14 years
Height: 5'5 ft 153.924 cm
Weight: 110 lbs 49.8951 kg
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Clothing: Rushiiba is not a rich person, so naturally his clothes reflect that fact of life. They were stolen from a military outlet, Rushiiba's normal outfit consists of a ribbed black tank top; mountain terrain camouflage BDU jacket and a BDU pant. His boots are plain black leather combats, with the exception of a lug sole and steel toe. All the camouflage in his wardrobe is in steel blues and grays for mountain terrain. His jacket has two breast pockets, and two rib pockets. It also has shoulder buttons, used as a cheap way for narrowing the width of cloth across the shoulder for X-small sizes.
Rushiiba carries few other articles of clothing with him, these include a long-sleeved t-shirt; which around the lower edge repeats the word "traction" all around the hem. It's stripes white and burnt orange. He also has an X-large sweatshirt in a dark red that he wears if the weather gets too cold. It's the oldest piece of clothing he has, and being bought cheap is showing all the signs of its use in tears and thinning patches. There's a large rip just under the armpit.
Physical Description: Rushiiba easily passes for someone younger than himself for he walks animatedly; often swinging his arms or carrying them tucked behind his head. His steps are quick and light; showing the agility in his lithe frame. Rushi is built slender and effeminate; but has toned musculature that a female body could not form at such a young age. If still, Rushi will often lean to the side and is always light on his feet unless extremely tired or out-of-sorts. His hair is light brown and coarsely textured. It's fairly messy; having a chopped cut and uneven layers of hair. The longest layers fall to his shoulders, which are narrow. His bangs hang to the left and since his hair grows quickly Rushi is often seen pushing them out of his eyes; which are a darker brown in color. Almond-shaped and inquisitive, no one would argue should you say that Rushi wore his heart in his eye instead of on his sleeve. But possibly the most disturbing thing about Rushi's appearance isn't his kind smile or cheerful output but the combination of these with the gauze patch taped over his left eye can be surprising to some. A half-healed, jagged scar extends about an inch below the patch which covers the injured eye.
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Personality: Rushiiba is sweet-natured and naturally a loving and kind person. He's empathic and has a hard time holding grudges, because it's too easy for him to see himself in a situation just like the offender. His temper, if violated it usually quick and hot and more often than not Rushi will come back to the person he exploded on and apologize guiltily. Rushi rarely resorts to violence because he is a gentle person who would rather nurture than destroy. But there are a few things that can supremely anger this boy; and should not be done out of respect if nothing else. Harassing or victimizing him, his peers, or his friends is an easy way to piss him off. Also, the only thing apart from this that seriously upsets him is trying to get at his eye patch. Rushi, without his eye patch loses most of his self-consciousness and refuses to lift his head or look at anyone at all until it is given back.
Rushi, also, tries to do his best for others whether to impress them or just to show them that he can do it and he will try. He hates it when others are disappointed in him, which is unfortunate because Rushiiba is still naive when it comes to making choices for others. He's incapable of reading deeper than the surface and takes most of everything at face-value, because he doesn't know any better.
Something that sets Rushi apart from most other humans of his age and experience is that he knows about the wolves. And not only that, but sympathizes with them as he does everything. Rushi wants to help wolves, but is ashamed that he himself is not one and is too timid to approach them; too scared. A wolf attacked him just after he turned 13, hurting his eye and side. But Rushi has long since forgiven this wolf, thinking that he must have been being chased because moments afterwards law enforcement had come bowling down the street.
Maybe that was how he knew it was a wolf.
Or maybe . . . it was its eyes.
History: Rushiiba was born in the country, he was told, but he has no memory of it. Only the images painted by Demi in his mind; with her colorful words and description. All he could remember was the city life--loud and stinking and dreary. Demi and he lived in a tall brick building, on the third floor. He used to look out of the smeared glass from between the curtains at the heads of the passerby.
Demi was his mother; even though she had not given birth to him. Rushiiba did remember his mother, a little. Just a dim impression of gold-brown hair and a kind, plump face. He wasn't even sure if his mind had made the picture for him to silence the needs of the heart--but Rushi liked to think that was what she had looked like. Demi told him that she had taken him home from the orphanage when he was still tiny and his eyes had still been closed. She said that a week after she had adopted him, his eyes had opened and they had been blue, so blue. Demi, herself, was a small and strained woman with pale skin and wavy dark brown hair. She had told him in the day that Rushiiba was the name his mother had given him when he was born, and Tsuhao was his father's family name. But at night she cradled him close and told him that they were a family, the two of them. That no one loved him more than she. "Rushi do you love me?" she would whisper in his ear and smile, the last dim impression his eyes saw as the child drifted into merciful sleep.
That was the beginning of his life. Rushi lived with Demi, and loved Demi because she was his mother. But one day, Demi didn't come home. Rushi waited and waited, but she never came home. And finally Rushi had to leave because the angry man with the red face who lived downstairs wanted money for their room and lord Rushi didn't have any money and didn't this ugly fat man know that Demi wasn't back!
No, he did not know. Rushi ended up on the street with all his worldly possessions in the pockets of his worn-out jeans and old jacket. These included a pair of scissors, a tiny story book, and a length of chocolate brown ribbon. It had belonged to Demi, and it smelled like Demi, so Rushi kept it close to him.
He lived on the street for a very long time; losing track of the months but for the weather. He stole clothes to replace his tatters after the first several months, and worked for a merchant as a messenger for enough money to buy a duffel bag and another set of clothes. Life was okay, but it could have been so much better. He had been wandering around in the in between hours of dusk when it had happened. There was no noise, then suddenly a hoarse snarling. Rushi had turned around a little sharply, surprised, to see a huge bristling dog. It was a burnt red on its back and face, with creamy tan underparts. The eyes staring at him from above the cruel bared fangs were sea green and wild--intelligent.
The beast crouched and ran at him; and Rushi reacted only just in time. The wolf's claws ripped his face and open eye, the second paw just catching and cutting his chest and stomache as he spun away. Though Rushiiba fell against the alley wall with a loud cry, the wolf didn't stop but carried through in its leap and bounded away. Moments later the rattling of armor and the urgent yells of men spurred Rushi into action. He jumped up, crying, and ran down the alley and into the first broken-in doorway he came to, running blindly with his arm held against the red flow coming from his eyes. He hid inside when the soldiers ran past; hands over ears and eyes closed tight.
Rushi's eye is a mess, the scar runs from just below the eyebrow to just below the bridge of his nose. On his left side there are three scars running from just below the collar bone on the left side over his ribs. The scars gradually curve around to his back; and then end about 4 inches from his backbone.
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RP Sample: [In response to L.osing is -not- an option// in Nari City]
Rushi watched the group with his one eye wide in interest. He was laying flat on the roof of a medium-height building which he believed to be abandoned. It was decaying, and just a little ways away was a hole in the roof with the plaster drooping inwards and all the metal piping protruding in an extremely ugly manner. Better be careful, he thought, looking at the mentioned gap in the roof nervously. He didn't want to fall through someone's roof, after all . . .
But when the youth turned his gaze back on the alley; the group was gone. He jerked in surprise, blinked, and stared. A bit of movement caught his eye, and Rushi noticed a group of dogs--no, not dogs. He gulped, watching the shapes speed away down the alley. Wolves.
He jumped to his feet, but stopped when the roof trembled beneath him. He glanced down nervously, took a tentative step, tripped, and was into a headlong run down the roof top's edge. He leaped to the next roof, arms pumping and his one good eye fixed on the wolves. They were so fast! His expression hardened into determination and Rushi put on an extra burst of speed, running after the wolves as fast as he could. He couldn't just lose them!
But his foot slipped on a loose tile, and Rushi yelped as he lost his footing all together and went sliding feet-first down the roof and into open space. His scrabbling for the roof's edge ceased as he was swept off of the upturned edge; hurtling into space unceremoniously. Time seemed to freeze for a moment and then he was plummeting down towards earth in a daze. He crashed into a pile of cardboard boxes and plywood, where he stared at the sky for a moment, dazed. A dog's barking cleared his head and the young boy was off, pulling himself off of the pile and running after the wolves.
"Hey, wait! Please!" His desperate cries probably didn't reach them, he knew. But he was so slow . . . but wait! Was one of them stopping?[/size]