Post by Iamthacandyman on Sept 5, 2011 16:05:53 GMT -5
Name: Cleisthenes Athanas Neoptolemos Dagda Yosko (C.A.N.D.Y)
Alias/title: Candy
Age: 20
Resurrection:Unsent
Gender: M
Race:Miqo'te
The Miqo'te are an immigrant race; they are not originally native to the region.
Culture
As a species, the Miqo'te have diverged into two seperate race cultures; the Seekers of the Sun and the Keepers of the Moon. The Seekers of the Sun worship the goddess of the sun, Azeyma the Warden, and their culture revolves around the inclusion of the sun in their daily lives; becoming known as the diurnal clan of the Miqo'te race; active during the day. The Keepers of the Moon are nocturnal. Shying from the garish light of day, they revel in the shroud of night, and offer their piety to Menphina the Lover, goddess of the moon. The Keepers of the Moon also have a custom of applying war paint to their faces; as it is believed the vivid colors grant lunar powers.
Physiology,
The Miqo'te alongside other playable races
Due to the differences of their cultures, there are some physical difference between the Seekers of the Sun and the Keepers of the Moon. Due to their exposure to light, the pupils of a "Seeker of the Sun" are vertically aligned slits with irises become feintly coloured. It is also not uncommon for their eyes to be disparately Coloured from birth, a trait considered auspicious amongst their kind. In contrast, due to their exposure to darkness, the pupils of a "Keeper of the Moon" are large and round, with very little iris exposure. They are distinguishable from their diurnal cousins by their darker fur, larger ears, rounder eyes, more pronounced canines, and longer, skinnier tails. Both groups share a superb sense of smell and powerful leg muscles, results of a long evolution geared towards hunting and predation.
Demeanor,
Comparatively few in number, they maintain an insular group mentality within their clans, tending to avoid contact with the other races. Many individuals lead isolated lifestyles, even when living in the more populous cities. The Seekers are widely regarded as quick-witted and prone to action, and many exhibit a tendency to bore easily while the Keepers are known for their reticent and brooding personalities, but are also respected and sometimes feared for their tenacity.
Class: Samurai
Samurai excel at the use of Weapon Skills, Their mainstay weapon is the Great Katana, but they also have respectable skill in Polearms and Archery.
Weapons :Great Katana, Polearms, Bows, Katana, club and dagger
Armor: Mid and heavy
Spells: N/A
Traits: Marksmanship,High strength, mid speed and low agility
Immunities:can not be blinded
Physical description: He is 5’8 and weights 200 pounds all muscle. He has the number 69 tattooed on his neck, huge scar on his torso going from his left shoulder to his right hip.
Weapons: “Kasou Rotasu” is a giant Katana 7 feet in length made of a black metal with a white 69 on the base of the blade, it rest on his back. The blade is double edged but there is not point to it. It just flattens out having no tip, the handle being about a foot long and rounded made of black metal as well.
Armor: He is wearing a Mid weight armor. He doesn’t wear armor on his chest going with out a top, only wearing one during winter or in cold climates. He does however have fully plated arm gauntlets going from his hands to his shoulders. He also wears plated pants and fully metal boots. The color of the metal being black, with a white lotus on the left pant leg and left shoulder.
Limit Break:
Each lotus is a different style and only one lotus can be activated during a limit break.
"Kaiju Rotasu" (beast lotus):Cause's him to go berserk doubling his attack power for a extending period of time. (Last 5 post is a constant effect once activated)
"Hi Rotasu" (fire lotus) This is the most powerful of his limit breaks for it cause his weapon to be on fire during the entire limit break causing his attack power to be Tripled (very effective against earth weak to water and wind)
"Kaze Rotasu" (wind lotus) When he swings his sword a blade like wind gust is created, Cause a normal cut if you are hit by it. (can be blocked by weapons and is not effective against earth types, can be used three times before limit break is all used up)
"Mizu Rotasu"(water lotus) This is a defensive technique it creates a water shield that protects his body, covering it in a think layer of water. (fire can nullify the shield, can be used twice before limit break is up if effect is not nullified it last for 2 post)
"Tsuchi Rotasu" (earth lotus) He stabs his Weapon into the ground which cause the earth around the enemy to collapse into a pit, when said enemy falls into pit earth spikes shoot out from the sides to Perice the enemy. (can only be used only once)
"Kutsuu Rotasu": ( lotus of pain ): Concentrating his Mp when he cuts his enemy, the wound caused by that cut will than slowly continue to rip further into the flesh, while the wound itself will heal. So as the wound travels deeper through the flesh, and starts to heal, it will cause the person total agony, but it can't kill them. If he was to cut a enemy say on the on the chest or stomach leaving a scratch, the scratch would than borrow deep in his body causing internal pain. Making it seem as if someone is poking around in his insides, even though he couldn’t die from this the pain would be immense. (Can be used once and stays in effect for 4 post before it wears off)
Vehicle: one man ground vehicle, It a black steel color, with a huge white 69 on the front hood, also his Giant Katana is strapped diagonally on the hood of the small ground vehicle.
Fraction/alignment: Society
Relationships: N/A
Personality: He is often cheerful and hyper seeming to be overly friendly, he is a very happy creature. He is a very emotional and sensitive creature when he is emotionally hurt he seems to sulk and withdraw into his shell not wanting people to see he is hurt. He gets quiet when angered not wanting to explode or hurt anyone with his emotions. When working or fighting he is a calm collected person pushing his emotions out of the way to get his task done. He has a sweet tooth and often seen eating candy, and craving sugar.
History:
Birth
Candy was born in china, Candy was born in a small village, the name lost to him for his parents never told him, he was a baby and had a strangeness bout him his eyes were bright red and hair color white, this caused the villager’s to believe he was possessed. Being born in a time when demon’s were people were highly superstitious only caused to the infant boy to be cursed from the beginning. Candy’s father and mother after constant attempts on the boys life by the villagers would run away with as much stuff they could carry by this time Candy was already five year’s old and learning to speak he was a cute child, But his age his voice sounding that of a old man at five did not help his case.
New Home( Age 8 )
Candy’s mother and father had traveled a weeks journey away from there home hiding there son and traveling off the roads until the stumbled into a bamboo jungle, the bamboo tree’s being tall for it was untouched place, the plant life was lush and green making the terrain hard to traverse. The boy’s parents had worked there way though it making it to a grotto, building a hut at first it was supposed to be a temporary hut, but as the year’s had passed and Candy reaching the age of eight They had made it into a quaint little home. Candy’s father taught him various thing’s, his father being a wise man beyond his year’s, had taught the boy how to live off the land, the importance of animal’s and there movements, And how to calm his mind and observe all around him. The boy’s mother on the other hand taught him the beauty of things, how the smallest insect could have a simple yet complex beauty to it. She also taught him compassion and to be in tune with his emotions, as well as the meaning of justice, and kindness to other’s.
One lesson his father had taught him stuck with him till this day it was a Japanese story of the samurai, but after the year’s it had made its way to china the values behind the story, piercing into the heart of the young. The boy’s father was standing on a rock his body language over exaggerated and dramatized, his voice ringing in the young boy’s ear’s as his father told the story.
l aim and released the arrow which found its mark and pierced the tiger’s body deeply. Drawing and mounting another arrow he slowly approached the motionless creature to confirm the kill… only to find his arrow stuck deeply into a striped colored stone which happened to resemble that of a sleeping tiger!
After this, everyone in the village began to talk about how strong he was, because he could pierce a stone with his arrow, and people became determined to test him. However, regardless of how many times he attempted to repeat the undertaking his arrows kept bouncing off the rock.
This was because he now realized that his target is only a stone. In the past his resolve had been so profound that he was actually able to physically pierce a stone with his arrow. However, now under different circumstances, he was unable to repeat the same feat.”
The boy would sit listening to this story that had been told around the country, the author now lost to the world told from mouth to mouth the story even changing over time. When it came down to it though the moral of the story was {A strong will can even pierce stone}. In other words, resolve can serve as a powerful strength for achieving seemingly impossible things . This simple story would change the boy’s life giving him the courage and strength and determination to do what he thought was right.
A Tragedy in the Jungle( Age 10 )
Candy had just turned 10 a few week’s before growing to be taller than a normal child his age, but due to his defect it was hard for him to stand up straight making it common for him to stay hunched over or crouching. After the last few years of watching the animal’s he had learn to move like them using his hands and feet crawling like a beast but faster. This put less strain on his body and built the muscles in his arm and leg’s up quickly, and giving him increased flexibility, for he was often seen with the monkeys playing as if he was one of there own. Candy was a fearless boy he often ran up to a Giant panda’s who were a peaceful creature irritating them till there anger would cause them to chase after or try to attack the boy. Being highly athletic and having a good memory of the land would run out of sight until he hid in one of his many hiding spots keeping quiet, his sent after all the year’s being one of the jungle was hard to detect.
The boy was returning home, when his mother came running out to him crying with the news. That his father had passed away, his father had been bit by a poisonous snake a few days before and had appeared to be getting better yesterday for his fever had broke, but his father had been having trouble breathing. His father died caused by cardiac arrest, although this was not known to the boy he just figured the snake bite killed him. The boys father laid in his bed his body slightly a pale blue and cold, he didn’t appear peaceful the facial expression his father had was one of pain, his hand frozen in what appeared to be his grabbing his chest. Candy looked upon his father dead body, the boy’s facial expression was one of horror. The tears ran down the boy’s face while he stood there in shock his breathing becoming heavy his heard beating wildly making him feel that it was going to beat right out of his chest. Candy’s thoughts were clouded in fear in doubt for he had no idea how he was going to fill the shoe’s of his father or how he was expected to hunt by himself, for a full grown boar being twice his size.
Becoming a Man, His First Kill( Age 14)
Over the past two years, Candy had been hunting and forging for there was no room to farm and they had a dire need for food. The boy and his mother had lived alone together for a long time, his mother had started to loose her mind becoming violent and emotional. Candy had come home from hunting one day, the sun was beginning to set when he walked into the house to greet his mother. The boy opened the door slowly listening to the door creak as he walked into the dark house, as he did this he thought that this was weird for his mother always had the stove going even after she had begun to lose her mind. Candy’s heart began to beat faster as the realization that his mother was not in the house began to dawn on him. The boy ran though the house looking for clues to where she has gone seeing only slight marks indicating a scuffle in her room. Candy ran outside lighting a torch and bringing his face close to the ground examining the footprints and marks of whatever took his mother, the footprints were those of men at closer expectation, he deduced that it was a group of men. Candy who had grew up in the jungle and knowing how to hunt being taught by his father was a great tracker, the boy would follow the tracks most of the night before coming upon a campfire with several what seemed to be warrior’s. The boy at the time had no idea bout gun’s for during this era musket’s were used, as the boy watched the warrior’s eat watching his tied up mother, who’s face seemed to be one of utter horror. The Men would began to get closer to his mother, hitting her and than doing unspeakable thing’s scarring the boy for life. Candy’s anger would slowly escalate as he watched the atrocities being performed on his mother, the boy waited until the warrior’s finished and the moon high in the sky.
Almost all the men were asleep except one who was keeping guard, Candy would sneak up on the man like the tigers stalked there prey coming up behind him with a huge rock in his hand, when the boy had snuck right up behind the man he brought the rock up with both hands standing up straight bringing the rock down with as much force as he could smashing the mans head in. When the rock struck the man in the head the blood would gush out splattering all over the boys shirt and face, the expression the boy had was one of complete madness as he picked up the warrior’s sword, running to each sleeping warrior slicing there head off clean blood gushing from there body’s leaving puddles of blood. After all the bloodshed had finished the boy was griping the handle of the blade so tight his knuckles were white the muscle in his arm’s fully flexed he was sitting in the middle of the bloody camp the handle of the blade to his forehead as he rocked back and forth all though the night. Candy had no reason to untie his mother for she was dead she had died though the night before he had even begun the killing, reason for his mother death unknown to the boy, he assumed that the rape had killed her, but he did not know for sure. This was the first time Candy had been completely alone, not sure what to do or where to go, he returned home washing off the blood leaving the bodies there along with his mother’s. The blade he had brought with him having a death grip on it till he got home dropping it on the floor, this was the beginning of Candy’s young adulthood.
Leaving the Jungle( Age 16-20 )
Four year’s had passed since his mother had passed, he had been alone the whole time living in the house his parents built. As Candy emerged from the jungle he shielded his eye’s for the sun was a lot brighter with out the protection of the tree’s canopy’s, walking a bit farther out his eye’s adjusting to the light he began to make out what seemed to be a slightly busy dirt road. All manner of men and women seemed to travel this road along with several animals that Candy had never seen before in his life, getting curious Candy walked farther out into the open the rusty sword held loosely in his left hand. When Candy had walked out into the open, three men had seen him do this and noticing he held a weapon approached him, hands on there blades as they walked forward speaking “now just drop that weapon son, there is no need for unnecessary violence” the man’s voice ringing out clear and dignified as if he was better than Candy. The man’s face reflected that he thought Candy was nothing, feeling the man’s hateful gaze Candy’s hand clinched tightly on the sword as he spoke “And who are you, to be telling me that I can’t hold but a simple blade?” when Candy spoke his voice sounded intelligent and wise for his voice was that of a old mans. When the impact of Candy’s voice hit the man who was not expecting it to be of that tone much less intelligent, the man drew his blade more in fear at what they thought was a wild man that was crouching in front of him. Seeing the man draw his blade as well as the other’s, Candy would sigh bringing the blade in front of him holding it out saying “This well not end well for anyone, are you sure this is what you wish to do?” as Candy finished his sentence, the man that first drew rushed at him waving the blade around as if he had no experience with the weapon.
As the man got closer Candy not having much experience with the blade as well did not know how to react, but this did not become a problem his animal instincts had kicked in the adrenaline in his vein’s. Candy’s heart beat was speeding up as he watched the man approach his body and subconscious had already dodged and counter-attacked before he even realized it happened, the hand being quicker than the eye. As blood went everywhere and the man’s head fell from his shoulder’s, what had just happened played over and over in Candy’s head the action’s of what he did being somewhat blurry. Candy did know this though when the men had come to do a slash at Candy’s left side he had jumped up and forward, jumping over the enemy’s blade and in one fluid motion using his momentum had cut the man’s head off with shear force. The Blade Candy’s held being rusty and old couldn’t hold up to the pressure and impact it just took practically fell to pieces right there, the other two men could only watch in horror as there friends blood stained the ground. One man began screaming and charging while the other dropped to his knee’s picking up his friends head which had rolled to his feet, the man that had charged had some skill to him and Candy being bladeless dodge a few of his attacks before taking a deep gash on his chest starting at his left shoulder and working its way over his torso and down his right hip. As he felt the blood run down his body, placing his hands over the wound feeling the urge to scream, but didn’t letting tear’s wheal up in his eye’s as he ran back into the jungle the pain being immense. The society hearing of this incident came into the forest approaching him with a offer to become strong and able to protect the ones he cares about, accepting this offer he went with them to the society where he improved his skills beyond the norm practicing day after day, He graduated leaving at 18 learning the way of the samurai. He has been wondering the land doing as he pleased, when the seas had risen up he was now 20 as he returned to the society to see if something was to be done.
Alias/title: Candy
Age: 20
Resurrection:Unsent
Gender: M
Race:Miqo'te
The Miqo'te are an immigrant race; they are not originally native to the region.
Culture
As a species, the Miqo'te have diverged into two seperate race cultures; the Seekers of the Sun and the Keepers of the Moon. The Seekers of the Sun worship the goddess of the sun, Azeyma the Warden, and their culture revolves around the inclusion of the sun in their daily lives; becoming known as the diurnal clan of the Miqo'te race; active during the day. The Keepers of the Moon are nocturnal. Shying from the garish light of day, they revel in the shroud of night, and offer their piety to Menphina the Lover, goddess of the moon. The Keepers of the Moon also have a custom of applying war paint to their faces; as it is believed the vivid colors grant lunar powers.
Physiology,
The Miqo'te alongside other playable races
Due to the differences of their cultures, there are some physical difference between the Seekers of the Sun and the Keepers of the Moon. Due to their exposure to light, the pupils of a "Seeker of the Sun" are vertically aligned slits with irises become feintly coloured. It is also not uncommon for their eyes to be disparately Coloured from birth, a trait considered auspicious amongst their kind. In contrast, due to their exposure to darkness, the pupils of a "Keeper of the Moon" are large and round, with very little iris exposure. They are distinguishable from their diurnal cousins by their darker fur, larger ears, rounder eyes, more pronounced canines, and longer, skinnier tails. Both groups share a superb sense of smell and powerful leg muscles, results of a long evolution geared towards hunting and predation.
Demeanor,
Comparatively few in number, they maintain an insular group mentality within their clans, tending to avoid contact with the other races. Many individuals lead isolated lifestyles, even when living in the more populous cities. The Seekers are widely regarded as quick-witted and prone to action, and many exhibit a tendency to bore easily while the Keepers are known for their reticent and brooding personalities, but are also respected and sometimes feared for their tenacity.
Class: Samurai
Samurai excel at the use of Weapon Skills, Their mainstay weapon is the Great Katana, but they also have respectable skill in Polearms and Archery.
Weapons :Great Katana, Polearms, Bows, Katana, club and dagger
Armor: Mid and heavy
Spells: N/A
Traits: Marksmanship,High strength, mid speed and low agility
Immunities:can not be blinded
Physical description: He is 5’8 and weights 200 pounds all muscle. He has the number 69 tattooed on his neck, huge scar on his torso going from his left shoulder to his right hip.
Weapons: “Kasou Rotasu” is a giant Katana 7 feet in length made of a black metal with a white 69 on the base of the blade, it rest on his back. The blade is double edged but there is not point to it. It just flattens out having no tip, the handle being about a foot long and rounded made of black metal as well.
Armor: He is wearing a Mid weight armor. He doesn’t wear armor on his chest going with out a top, only wearing one during winter or in cold climates. He does however have fully plated arm gauntlets going from his hands to his shoulders. He also wears plated pants and fully metal boots. The color of the metal being black, with a white lotus on the left pant leg and left shoulder.
Limit Break:
Each lotus is a different style and only one lotus can be activated during a limit break.
"Kaiju Rotasu" (beast lotus):Cause's him to go berserk doubling his attack power for a extending period of time. (Last 5 post is a constant effect once activated)
"Hi Rotasu" (fire lotus) This is the most powerful of his limit breaks for it cause his weapon to be on fire during the entire limit break causing his attack power to be Tripled (very effective against earth weak to water and wind)
"Kaze Rotasu" (wind lotus) When he swings his sword a blade like wind gust is created, Cause a normal cut if you are hit by it. (can be blocked by weapons and is not effective against earth types, can be used three times before limit break is all used up)
"Mizu Rotasu"(water lotus) This is a defensive technique it creates a water shield that protects his body, covering it in a think layer of water. (fire can nullify the shield, can be used twice before limit break is up if effect is not nullified it last for 2 post)
"Tsuchi Rotasu" (earth lotus) He stabs his Weapon into the ground which cause the earth around the enemy to collapse into a pit, when said enemy falls into pit earth spikes shoot out from the sides to Perice the enemy. (can only be used only once)
"Kutsuu Rotasu": ( lotus of pain ): Concentrating his Mp when he cuts his enemy, the wound caused by that cut will than slowly continue to rip further into the flesh, while the wound itself will heal. So as the wound travels deeper through the flesh, and starts to heal, it will cause the person total agony, but it can't kill them. If he was to cut a enemy say on the on the chest or stomach leaving a scratch, the scratch would than borrow deep in his body causing internal pain. Making it seem as if someone is poking around in his insides, even though he couldn’t die from this the pain would be immense. (Can be used once and stays in effect for 4 post before it wears off)
Vehicle: one man ground vehicle, It a black steel color, with a huge white 69 on the front hood, also his Giant Katana is strapped diagonally on the hood of the small ground vehicle.
Fraction/alignment: Society
Relationships: N/A
Personality: He is often cheerful and hyper seeming to be overly friendly, he is a very happy creature. He is a very emotional and sensitive creature when he is emotionally hurt he seems to sulk and withdraw into his shell not wanting people to see he is hurt. He gets quiet when angered not wanting to explode or hurt anyone with his emotions. When working or fighting he is a calm collected person pushing his emotions out of the way to get his task done. He has a sweet tooth and often seen eating candy, and craving sugar.
History:
Birth
Candy was born in china, Candy was born in a small village, the name lost to him for his parents never told him, he was a baby and had a strangeness bout him his eyes were bright red and hair color white, this caused the villager’s to believe he was possessed. Being born in a time when demon’s were people were highly superstitious only caused to the infant boy to be cursed from the beginning. Candy’s father and mother after constant attempts on the boys life by the villagers would run away with as much stuff they could carry by this time Candy was already five year’s old and learning to speak he was a cute child, But his age his voice sounding that of a old man at five did not help his case.
New Home( Age 8 )
Candy’s mother and father had traveled a weeks journey away from there home hiding there son and traveling off the roads until the stumbled into a bamboo jungle, the bamboo tree’s being tall for it was untouched place, the plant life was lush and green making the terrain hard to traverse. The boy’s parents had worked there way though it making it to a grotto, building a hut at first it was supposed to be a temporary hut, but as the year’s had passed and Candy reaching the age of eight They had made it into a quaint little home. Candy’s father taught him various thing’s, his father being a wise man beyond his year’s, had taught the boy how to live off the land, the importance of animal’s and there movements, And how to calm his mind and observe all around him. The boy’s mother on the other hand taught him the beauty of things, how the smallest insect could have a simple yet complex beauty to it. She also taught him compassion and to be in tune with his emotions, as well as the meaning of justice, and kindness to other’s.
One lesson his father had taught him stuck with him till this day it was a Japanese story of the samurai, but after the year’s it had made its way to china the values behind the story, piercing into the heart of the young. The boy’s father was standing on a rock his body language over exaggerated and dramatized, his voice ringing in the young boy’s ear’s as his father told the story.
l aim and released the arrow which found its mark and pierced the tiger’s body deeply. Drawing and mounting another arrow he slowly approached the motionless creature to confirm the kill… only to find his arrow stuck deeply into a striped colored stone which happened to resemble that of a sleeping tiger!
After this, everyone in the village began to talk about how strong he was, because he could pierce a stone with his arrow, and people became determined to test him. However, regardless of how many times he attempted to repeat the undertaking his arrows kept bouncing off the rock.
This was because he now realized that his target is only a stone. In the past his resolve had been so profound that he was actually able to physically pierce a stone with his arrow. However, now under different circumstances, he was unable to repeat the same feat.”
The boy would sit listening to this story that had been told around the country, the author now lost to the world told from mouth to mouth the story even changing over time. When it came down to it though the moral of the story was {A strong will can even pierce stone}. In other words, resolve can serve as a powerful strength for achieving seemingly impossible things . This simple story would change the boy’s life giving him the courage and strength and determination to do what he thought was right.
A Tragedy in the Jungle( Age 10 )
Candy had just turned 10 a few week’s before growing to be taller than a normal child his age, but due to his defect it was hard for him to stand up straight making it common for him to stay hunched over or crouching. After the last few years of watching the animal’s he had learn to move like them using his hands and feet crawling like a beast but faster. This put less strain on his body and built the muscles in his arm and leg’s up quickly, and giving him increased flexibility, for he was often seen with the monkeys playing as if he was one of there own. Candy was a fearless boy he often ran up to a Giant panda’s who were a peaceful creature irritating them till there anger would cause them to chase after or try to attack the boy. Being highly athletic and having a good memory of the land would run out of sight until he hid in one of his many hiding spots keeping quiet, his sent after all the year’s being one of the jungle was hard to detect.
The boy was returning home, when his mother came running out to him crying with the news. That his father had passed away, his father had been bit by a poisonous snake a few days before and had appeared to be getting better yesterday for his fever had broke, but his father had been having trouble breathing. His father died caused by cardiac arrest, although this was not known to the boy he just figured the snake bite killed him. The boys father laid in his bed his body slightly a pale blue and cold, he didn’t appear peaceful the facial expression his father had was one of pain, his hand frozen in what appeared to be his grabbing his chest. Candy looked upon his father dead body, the boy’s facial expression was one of horror. The tears ran down the boy’s face while he stood there in shock his breathing becoming heavy his heard beating wildly making him feel that it was going to beat right out of his chest. Candy’s thoughts were clouded in fear in doubt for he had no idea how he was going to fill the shoe’s of his father or how he was expected to hunt by himself, for a full grown boar being twice his size.
Becoming a Man, His First Kill( Age 14)
Over the past two years, Candy had been hunting and forging for there was no room to farm and they had a dire need for food. The boy and his mother had lived alone together for a long time, his mother had started to loose her mind becoming violent and emotional. Candy had come home from hunting one day, the sun was beginning to set when he walked into the house to greet his mother. The boy opened the door slowly listening to the door creak as he walked into the dark house, as he did this he thought that this was weird for his mother always had the stove going even after she had begun to lose her mind. Candy’s heart began to beat faster as the realization that his mother was not in the house began to dawn on him. The boy ran though the house looking for clues to where she has gone seeing only slight marks indicating a scuffle in her room. Candy ran outside lighting a torch and bringing his face close to the ground examining the footprints and marks of whatever took his mother, the footprints were those of men at closer expectation, he deduced that it was a group of men. Candy who had grew up in the jungle and knowing how to hunt being taught by his father was a great tracker, the boy would follow the tracks most of the night before coming upon a campfire with several what seemed to be warrior’s. The boy at the time had no idea bout gun’s for during this era musket’s were used, as the boy watched the warrior’s eat watching his tied up mother, who’s face seemed to be one of utter horror. The Men would began to get closer to his mother, hitting her and than doing unspeakable thing’s scarring the boy for life. Candy’s anger would slowly escalate as he watched the atrocities being performed on his mother, the boy waited until the warrior’s finished and the moon high in the sky.
Almost all the men were asleep except one who was keeping guard, Candy would sneak up on the man like the tigers stalked there prey coming up behind him with a huge rock in his hand, when the boy had snuck right up behind the man he brought the rock up with both hands standing up straight bringing the rock down with as much force as he could smashing the mans head in. When the rock struck the man in the head the blood would gush out splattering all over the boys shirt and face, the expression the boy had was one of complete madness as he picked up the warrior’s sword, running to each sleeping warrior slicing there head off clean blood gushing from there body’s leaving puddles of blood. After all the bloodshed had finished the boy was griping the handle of the blade so tight his knuckles were white the muscle in his arm’s fully flexed he was sitting in the middle of the bloody camp the handle of the blade to his forehead as he rocked back and forth all though the night. Candy had no reason to untie his mother for she was dead she had died though the night before he had even begun the killing, reason for his mother death unknown to the boy, he assumed that the rape had killed her, but he did not know for sure. This was the first time Candy had been completely alone, not sure what to do or where to go, he returned home washing off the blood leaving the bodies there along with his mother’s. The blade he had brought with him having a death grip on it till he got home dropping it on the floor, this was the beginning of Candy’s young adulthood.
Leaving the Jungle( Age 16-20 )
Four year’s had passed since his mother had passed, he had been alone the whole time living in the house his parents built. As Candy emerged from the jungle he shielded his eye’s for the sun was a lot brighter with out the protection of the tree’s canopy’s, walking a bit farther out his eye’s adjusting to the light he began to make out what seemed to be a slightly busy dirt road. All manner of men and women seemed to travel this road along with several animals that Candy had never seen before in his life, getting curious Candy walked farther out into the open the rusty sword held loosely in his left hand. When Candy had walked out into the open, three men had seen him do this and noticing he held a weapon approached him, hands on there blades as they walked forward speaking “now just drop that weapon son, there is no need for unnecessary violence” the man’s voice ringing out clear and dignified as if he was better than Candy. The man’s face reflected that he thought Candy was nothing, feeling the man’s hateful gaze Candy’s hand clinched tightly on the sword as he spoke “And who are you, to be telling me that I can’t hold but a simple blade?” when Candy spoke his voice sounded intelligent and wise for his voice was that of a old mans. When the impact of Candy’s voice hit the man who was not expecting it to be of that tone much less intelligent, the man drew his blade more in fear at what they thought was a wild man that was crouching in front of him. Seeing the man draw his blade as well as the other’s, Candy would sigh bringing the blade in front of him holding it out saying “This well not end well for anyone, are you sure this is what you wish to do?” as Candy finished his sentence, the man that first drew rushed at him waving the blade around as if he had no experience with the weapon.
As the man got closer Candy not having much experience with the blade as well did not know how to react, but this did not become a problem his animal instincts had kicked in the adrenaline in his vein’s. Candy’s heart beat was speeding up as he watched the man approach his body and subconscious had already dodged and counter-attacked before he even realized it happened, the hand being quicker than the eye. As blood went everywhere and the man’s head fell from his shoulder’s, what had just happened played over and over in Candy’s head the action’s of what he did being somewhat blurry. Candy did know this though when the men had come to do a slash at Candy’s left side he had jumped up and forward, jumping over the enemy’s blade and in one fluid motion using his momentum had cut the man’s head off with shear force. The Blade Candy’s held being rusty and old couldn’t hold up to the pressure and impact it just took practically fell to pieces right there, the other two men could only watch in horror as there friends blood stained the ground. One man began screaming and charging while the other dropped to his knee’s picking up his friends head which had rolled to his feet, the man that had charged had some skill to him and Candy being bladeless dodge a few of his attacks before taking a deep gash on his chest starting at his left shoulder and working its way over his torso and down his right hip. As he felt the blood run down his body, placing his hands over the wound feeling the urge to scream, but didn’t letting tear’s wheal up in his eye’s as he ran back into the jungle the pain being immense. The society hearing of this incident came into the forest approaching him with a offer to become strong and able to protect the ones he cares about, accepting this offer he went with them to the society where he improved his skills beyond the norm practicing day after day, He graduated leaving at 18 learning the way of the samurai. He has been wondering the land doing as he pleased, when the seas had risen up he was now 20 as he returned to the society to see if something was to be done.