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05-28-2009, 10:32 AM
Username: Grim
Just a Little Bit to Start
GENERAL
Name: Zachary Blake
Gender: Male
Age: 17
School: Higashi High
School Clubs:
- None, he dropped all of his club activities
Skill Stats:
Stamina: 27
Strength: 30
Defense: 17
Speed: 27
Total SP 101
Status: E-class
A-T Information: Zach’s A-Ts are black combat boots, though instead of laces they had straps, with silver buckles. The wheels were basic A-T wheels, except white, standing out with glaring contrast to the main body. He's had them for a while, so there's obvious wear and tear, but he hasn't done any customization as of yet.
Everything Looks so Shiny
LOOKS
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Auburn
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Height/Weight: 5’11” and 140 pounds
Blood-type: AB
Overall Appearance: Due to certain events, Zach's coat has been, decommissioned. He has resorted to using a green canvas jacket that still has all sorts of pockets where he stashes various things, like the book that he’s currently reading, or his handheld gaming system, and his Blackberry. He wears tight shirts, often black with different graphics emblazoned across them, from amusing sayings, to video game references, and sometimes even the names of bands who’s concerts he had attended back in the States. Other than that, he wears jeans, slightly on the loose side, and very comfortable. Around his neck he normally has a pair of headphones, the cord traveling inside of his coat to disappear. On his right hand he wears a silver ring on his middle finger, which he will occasionally fiddle with, twisting it around until he was satisfied, though there is no pattern on the ring. Recently he cut his hair short, leaving it to frame his jawline. His torso is covered in scars that he never talks about and on his back is a tattoo, his family crest, a stylized dagger wrapped in thorny vines, with a single drop of blood falling from the blade.
He walks upright, carrying himself in a way that people instinctively get out of his path, though they never realize it. Usually his handsome face is bright and happy, his eyes always full of mischief and an untold joke and his mouth slightly upturned in a smirk. In a situation where he has to get serious is when it all goes away, replaced with a blank stony look, his eyes piercing through and staring into a person’s soul. Or so it seems to them. When the situation passes, his face is back to normal, as if it had never happened.
Who am I?
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Video games
Air Treks
Reading
Jokes. Good, bad, it doesn't matter
Cute girls
Dressing up
Rain
Dislikes:
Curry
Loud People
Coffee
Ignorance
His parents
Work
The sun
Hobbies:
Playing video games
Tabletop gaming (Dungeons and Dragons, the like)
Air Treks
Fears: Needles, not being good enough, the inability to protect those close to him
Goals: To catch up to his mentor, to prove himself capable
Overall Personality: Zach is sarcastic and fun loving. He’s always ready to crack a smile and responds to most insults with a little quip, laughing off the person who said it. He’s carefree and easy going, disdaining work, and sometimes even blowing off school. While he’s intelligent, he never really puts his mind to it unless he gets interested. Normally he can be found in a park, sitting in a tree reading, or at home. When he walks around, he’ll often be doing something else at the same time, in such a way that people wonder why he doesn’t run into anything, like texting with his phone, or reading, or even playing a game, though the latter doesn’t happen very often due to the glare. He never talks about his family, and will quickly change the subject if they’re brought up, sometimes very abruptly. And every time they’re brought up, his face changes, the stony look overtaking his features, which is usually good enough for people to change the subject on their own. He really hates loud people, and the sounds of the city, so he’ll keep his headphones on to listen to his music rather than anything else, a habit that sometimes makes him oblivious to everything around him.
A Little Backstory Never Hurt
HISTORY
Birthplace: Seattle, United States.
Birthdate: October 31st, 1992
Birthtime: 12:48 AM
Parents: Father- Travis Blake, age 45
Mother- Alyssa Blake, age 42
Siblings: Older brother Trenton Blake, age 21
Overall History: Zachary Blake was born in his own home, his family’s private physician doing the birthing. The weather was terrible, and the rain sounded like rocks hitting the windows. When the umbilical cord was cut and tied, and the doctor let his father hold him, Travis Blake immediately went to the balcony and took his newborn son out into the storm, despite the doctor’s protests. At first Zach cried even louder at the sudden cold, but in a matter of seconds he quieted down, the rain comforting the infant. Only then was he taken back inside and given to his mother. From there he passed onto childhood quickly. His parents never coddled him, never comforted him when he fell down, or got banged up. Instead they told him to stand up and stop crying, or he would be sent to bed. He was tutored from an early age, his parents getting a jump start on his education.
When he was five years of age, his family called in an artist, and Zach’s tattoo was placed upon him. He whimpered during the process, but refused to cry, knowing the consequences in he did. Immediately after that, he was thrown into training. All of the times that his parents went out of town, leaving him with his older brother, or a nanny became apparent then. His father came from a long line of assassins, and the children were always trained to be living weapons. The training was harsh, and from then on, whenever his parents were called into an assignment, they would leave him alone in the house to fend for himself. All of the combat exercises were done with real weapons, and from the time he was six he began collecting scars from his older brother. He was put into a public school as well, and in his first fight, he broke the other kids arm in three spots, and shattered his other wrist. The teachers were furious, so his parents pulled him from that school and sent him to a private on. And all the while, they still forced him to train, and still had tutors teaching him.
Zach eventually got into gaming, and even though the never gave an inch on the family occupation, they were indulgent in ever other way. So Zach always had the top of the line systems and always had books. At school, during breaks, he would play Dungeons and Dragons with a small group of kids that he began to call friends. He began to get his own style as well, asking for a long coat that he could wear and going to concerts of his favorite bands, and watching everything he could about Air Trek. He discovered the man that he idolized and began to go to his events whenever possible. His parents never said no. Until his first assignment.
At the age of eleven, Zachary Blake was given his first mission as an assassin. He tried to convince his parents that he wasn’t ready, that he couldn’t do it, but they refused to listen to him. The job was simple enough. An Indonesian diplomat was coming into town to discuss various things, and someone wanted him dead. There would be minimal security, and all Zach had to do was sneak into the diplomat’s room and slit the man’s throat. His father went with him on the assignment, and pushed him anytime he faltered. He had nightmares of the blood spraying from the man’s neck for months. But the nightmares went away with the more assignments Zach undertook. Soon he was just like his father. Until his final assignment, a job for the mob in Seattle. When Zach killed the man and his wife in their bed while the slept, their daughter walked in. Zach recognized her immediately. It was a girl that he had a crush on from school. He panicked, rushing passed her with the bloody dagger still in his hand, thankful for the mask that covered his face. The look of anguish and terror, and her screams still haunt him. When he returned home, he went to his parents and told them that he was done. That he wouldn’t do this anymore. They just listened to him, and nodded. He knew that the heard him, but he knew that they didn’t care. He rebelled, and he was punished. He got even more scars from the punishments they placed on him, and all the while, still forced him to train and practice. His brother was sadistic at this point, taking pleasure from all the pain that he inflected on his younger sibling. It went on for a year until his parents decided that he wouldn’t break. So they let him go, sending him to Japan for schooling and more training, believing that eventually he would come back, that his blood would call him to return. Their parting gift was a new pair of A-Ts.
Japan was a new experience to the youth, and though he had his ATs, he didn't make many new friends, in school or out. Eventually though, he did meet up with other riders, the first being Tsukiko Cho, a slightly absent-minded girl who taught Zach how to jump and grind using his skates, but not how to break. He later learned that from his first real mentor, Nessa. Zach also met Kami Kage in his first year at Kami's attempt to start a team, the Trials of Trinity. After that fell through the redhead didn't meet many others. The events of the Rider's Rally happened shortly after this, throwing the American's world into turmoil. A ban was placed on Stormriding, but he ignored it quite readily, which lead him to his next run in with Kami, who this time carried the weight of law with him as a member of the Air Trek Police.
The AT ban was lifted shortly after that, and the terrorist group had been identified as having it's claws in the ATP. Things quieted down after that and Zach met Kin at the memorial that the government had established at the remains of the Tokyo Tower. During a rainstorm, he also met one of Nessa's team mates, Katsuki Noriaki, as well as Arashi. Katsuki has been helping Zach with stamina and speed training.
Anything Else?
EXTRA
Being born on Halloween, Zach likes to dress up. Often he makes his own costumes, but he doesn’t only wear outlandish things. Sometimes, he puts on a three-piece suit and walks around with a fedora adorning his head. He enjoys the nightlife, sneaking past bouncers to get into clubs and dancing with “all of the beautiful people”, as he calls them.
Zach also has photographic memory. His training forced him to remember every detail of every mission and he grew into it quickly. Because of his training he also has sensitive hearing and acute reflexes, as well as a quick, analytical mind.
Known Associates
Nessa Andreas
Katsuki Noriaki
Kami Kage
Shirogitsune Kin
Tsukiko Chouko
Roleplay Sample:
His alarm clock went off at five-thirty, even though it was a Saturday. Zach pulled himself out of bed, wincing a little bit at the throbbing pain in his skull keeping beat to the buzz of the alarm. He switched it off, standing up slowly, slightly hung over from the previous night. Ugh, what time did I get to sleep last night? He thought to himself as he dressed himself in his training gear. When he turned to leave the room he noticed something off. He moved quickly to the bed, shifting the blanket slightly to investigate the lumps of a human shape. Lying there snoring lightly was a young girl, her hair streaked with green. She was still wearing her underwear, but that wasn’t Zach’s first concern. Fuck! Was I really that drunk? With a quick check through her purse he found her name and age, keeping silent as he moved on the balls of his feet. He prayed that she didn’t wake up. When he placed everything back, he left the room, going to his training area outside.
After an hour and a half stretching, running, and doing various other exercises, he went back into the house, listening for anyone moving around. When he was satisfied that the girl hadn’t woken up yet, he undressed and showered, washing the sweat and grime from his body. When he was finished he dressed, wearing loose jeans and leaving his shirt off, not caring while he cooked breakfast. When he finished cooking and was serving it was when he heard the girl come down the stairs, her yawn loud and clear. He smiled at her when she entered the kitchen.
“Good morning, Hitomi,” He smiled “I hope you don’t mind eggs. They’re one of the few things I know how to make for breakfast.” Hitomi smiled at him, accepting the plate with a nod before she leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“Thank you,” She said as she pulled back “For the food, and for yesterday. You were very kind.” They sat down to eat, leaving Zach to wonder exactly what had happened the previous night that would make her say that. He watched her eat, as he picked at his own eggs, and thought to himself. Man, I’ve only been in Japan for a few months and already I’m picking up the local women. When they finished he washed the dishes and Hitomi got her own shower. When she was done she dressed and grabbed her purse, declaring that she needed to get home. Then she pulled out her cell phone and asked Zach for his number. He gave it to her and she kissed him again.
“Thank you again. Maybe I’ll see you later?” She asked and then turned and left. Zach shook his head, shutting the door and walking back to his room. When he got there his Blackberry vibrated. He had a text message. I had a lot of fun, and want to see you again. Call me sometime! The number was with the text and he saved it. Shaking his head he got dressed the rest of the way and grabbed his A-Ts. It was time to practice.
Just a Little Bit to Start
GENERAL
Name: Zachary Blake
Gender: Male
Age: 17
School: Higashi High
School Clubs:
- None, he dropped all of his club activities
Skill Stats:
Stamina: 27
Strength: 30
Defense: 17
Speed: 27
Total SP 101
Status: E-class
A-T Information: Zach’s A-Ts are black combat boots, though instead of laces they had straps, with silver buckles. The wheels were basic A-T wheels, except white, standing out with glaring contrast to the main body. He's had them for a while, so there's obvious wear and tear, but he hasn't done any customization as of yet.
Everything Looks so Shiny
LOOKS
Eye Colour: Green
Hair Colour: Auburn
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Height/Weight: 5’11” and 140 pounds
Blood-type: AB
Overall Appearance: Due to certain events, Zach's coat has been, decommissioned. He has resorted to using a green canvas jacket that still has all sorts of pockets where he stashes various things, like the book that he’s currently reading, or his handheld gaming system, and his Blackberry. He wears tight shirts, often black with different graphics emblazoned across them, from amusing sayings, to video game references, and sometimes even the names of bands who’s concerts he had attended back in the States. Other than that, he wears jeans, slightly on the loose side, and very comfortable. Around his neck he normally has a pair of headphones, the cord traveling inside of his coat to disappear. On his right hand he wears a silver ring on his middle finger, which he will occasionally fiddle with, twisting it around until he was satisfied, though there is no pattern on the ring. Recently he cut his hair short, leaving it to frame his jawline. His torso is covered in scars that he never talks about and on his back is a tattoo, his family crest, a stylized dagger wrapped in thorny vines, with a single drop of blood falling from the blade.
He walks upright, carrying himself in a way that people instinctively get out of his path, though they never realize it. Usually his handsome face is bright and happy, his eyes always full of mischief and an untold joke and his mouth slightly upturned in a smirk. In a situation where he has to get serious is when it all goes away, replaced with a blank stony look, his eyes piercing through and staring into a person’s soul. Or so it seems to them. When the situation passes, his face is back to normal, as if it had never happened.
Who am I?
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Video games
Air Treks
Reading
Jokes. Good, bad, it doesn't matter
Cute girls
Dressing up
Rain
Dislikes:
Curry
Loud People
Coffee
Ignorance
His parents
Work
The sun
Hobbies:
Playing video games
Tabletop gaming (Dungeons and Dragons, the like)
Air Treks
Fears: Needles, not being good enough, the inability to protect those close to him
Goals: To catch up to his mentor, to prove himself capable
Overall Personality: Zach is sarcastic and fun loving. He’s always ready to crack a smile and responds to most insults with a little quip, laughing off the person who said it. He’s carefree and easy going, disdaining work, and sometimes even blowing off school. While he’s intelligent, he never really puts his mind to it unless he gets interested. Normally he can be found in a park, sitting in a tree reading, or at home. When he walks around, he’ll often be doing something else at the same time, in such a way that people wonder why he doesn’t run into anything, like texting with his phone, or reading, or even playing a game, though the latter doesn’t happen very often due to the glare. He never talks about his family, and will quickly change the subject if they’re brought up, sometimes very abruptly. And every time they’re brought up, his face changes, the stony look overtaking his features, which is usually good enough for people to change the subject on their own. He really hates loud people, and the sounds of the city, so he’ll keep his headphones on to listen to his music rather than anything else, a habit that sometimes makes him oblivious to everything around him.
A Little Backstory Never Hurt
HISTORY
Birthplace: Seattle, United States.
Birthdate: October 31st, 1992
Birthtime: 12:48 AM
Parents: Father- Travis Blake, age 45
Mother- Alyssa Blake, age 42
Siblings: Older brother Trenton Blake, age 21
Overall History: Zachary Blake was born in his own home, his family’s private physician doing the birthing. The weather was terrible, and the rain sounded like rocks hitting the windows. When the umbilical cord was cut and tied, and the doctor let his father hold him, Travis Blake immediately went to the balcony and took his newborn son out into the storm, despite the doctor’s protests. At first Zach cried even louder at the sudden cold, but in a matter of seconds he quieted down, the rain comforting the infant. Only then was he taken back inside and given to his mother. From there he passed onto childhood quickly. His parents never coddled him, never comforted him when he fell down, or got banged up. Instead they told him to stand up and stop crying, or he would be sent to bed. He was tutored from an early age, his parents getting a jump start on his education.
When he was five years of age, his family called in an artist, and Zach’s tattoo was placed upon him. He whimpered during the process, but refused to cry, knowing the consequences in he did. Immediately after that, he was thrown into training. All of the times that his parents went out of town, leaving him with his older brother, or a nanny became apparent then. His father came from a long line of assassins, and the children were always trained to be living weapons. The training was harsh, and from then on, whenever his parents were called into an assignment, they would leave him alone in the house to fend for himself. All of the combat exercises were done with real weapons, and from the time he was six he began collecting scars from his older brother. He was put into a public school as well, and in his first fight, he broke the other kids arm in three spots, and shattered his other wrist. The teachers were furious, so his parents pulled him from that school and sent him to a private on. And all the while, they still forced him to train, and still had tutors teaching him.
Zach eventually got into gaming, and even though the never gave an inch on the family occupation, they were indulgent in ever other way. So Zach always had the top of the line systems and always had books. At school, during breaks, he would play Dungeons and Dragons with a small group of kids that he began to call friends. He began to get his own style as well, asking for a long coat that he could wear and going to concerts of his favorite bands, and watching everything he could about Air Trek. He discovered the man that he idolized and began to go to his events whenever possible. His parents never said no. Until his first assignment.
At the age of eleven, Zachary Blake was given his first mission as an assassin. He tried to convince his parents that he wasn’t ready, that he couldn’t do it, but they refused to listen to him. The job was simple enough. An Indonesian diplomat was coming into town to discuss various things, and someone wanted him dead. There would be minimal security, and all Zach had to do was sneak into the diplomat’s room and slit the man’s throat. His father went with him on the assignment, and pushed him anytime he faltered. He had nightmares of the blood spraying from the man’s neck for months. But the nightmares went away with the more assignments Zach undertook. Soon he was just like his father. Until his final assignment, a job for the mob in Seattle. When Zach killed the man and his wife in their bed while the slept, their daughter walked in. Zach recognized her immediately. It was a girl that he had a crush on from school. He panicked, rushing passed her with the bloody dagger still in his hand, thankful for the mask that covered his face. The look of anguish and terror, and her screams still haunt him. When he returned home, he went to his parents and told them that he was done. That he wouldn’t do this anymore. They just listened to him, and nodded. He knew that the heard him, but he knew that they didn’t care. He rebelled, and he was punished. He got even more scars from the punishments they placed on him, and all the while, still forced him to train and practice. His brother was sadistic at this point, taking pleasure from all the pain that he inflected on his younger sibling. It went on for a year until his parents decided that he wouldn’t break. So they let him go, sending him to Japan for schooling and more training, believing that eventually he would come back, that his blood would call him to return. Their parting gift was a new pair of A-Ts.
Japan was a new experience to the youth, and though he had his ATs, he didn't make many new friends, in school or out. Eventually though, he did meet up with other riders, the first being Tsukiko Cho, a slightly absent-minded girl who taught Zach how to jump and grind using his skates, but not how to break. He later learned that from his first real mentor, Nessa. Zach also met Kami Kage in his first year at Kami's attempt to start a team, the Trials of Trinity. After that fell through the redhead didn't meet many others. The events of the Rider's Rally happened shortly after this, throwing the American's world into turmoil. A ban was placed on Stormriding, but he ignored it quite readily, which lead him to his next run in with Kami, who this time carried the weight of law with him as a member of the Air Trek Police.
The AT ban was lifted shortly after that, and the terrorist group had been identified as having it's claws in the ATP. Things quieted down after that and Zach met Kin at the memorial that the government had established at the remains of the Tokyo Tower. During a rainstorm, he also met one of Nessa's team mates, Katsuki Noriaki, as well as Arashi. Katsuki has been helping Zach with stamina and speed training.
Anything Else?
EXTRA
Being born on Halloween, Zach likes to dress up. Often he makes his own costumes, but he doesn’t only wear outlandish things. Sometimes, he puts on a three-piece suit and walks around with a fedora adorning his head. He enjoys the nightlife, sneaking past bouncers to get into clubs and dancing with “all of the beautiful people”, as he calls them.
Zach also has photographic memory. His training forced him to remember every detail of every mission and he grew into it quickly. Because of his training he also has sensitive hearing and acute reflexes, as well as a quick, analytical mind.
Known Associates
Nessa Andreas
Katsuki Noriaki
Kami Kage
Shirogitsune Kin
Tsukiko Chouko
Roleplay Sample:
His alarm clock went off at five-thirty, even though it was a Saturday. Zach pulled himself out of bed, wincing a little bit at the throbbing pain in his skull keeping beat to the buzz of the alarm. He switched it off, standing up slowly, slightly hung over from the previous night. Ugh, what time did I get to sleep last night? He thought to himself as he dressed himself in his training gear. When he turned to leave the room he noticed something off. He moved quickly to the bed, shifting the blanket slightly to investigate the lumps of a human shape. Lying there snoring lightly was a young girl, her hair streaked with green. She was still wearing her underwear, but that wasn’t Zach’s first concern. Fuck! Was I really that drunk? With a quick check through her purse he found her name and age, keeping silent as he moved on the balls of his feet. He prayed that she didn’t wake up. When he placed everything back, he left the room, going to his training area outside.
After an hour and a half stretching, running, and doing various other exercises, he went back into the house, listening for anyone moving around. When he was satisfied that the girl hadn’t woken up yet, he undressed and showered, washing the sweat and grime from his body. When he was finished he dressed, wearing loose jeans and leaving his shirt off, not caring while he cooked breakfast. When he finished cooking and was serving it was when he heard the girl come down the stairs, her yawn loud and clear. He smiled at her when she entered the kitchen.
“Good morning, Hitomi,” He smiled “I hope you don’t mind eggs. They’re one of the few things I know how to make for breakfast.” Hitomi smiled at him, accepting the plate with a nod before she leaned in and kissed him lightly.
“Thank you,” She said as she pulled back “For the food, and for yesterday. You were very kind.” They sat down to eat, leaving Zach to wonder exactly what had happened the previous night that would make her say that. He watched her eat, as he picked at his own eggs, and thought to himself. Man, I’ve only been in Japan for a few months and already I’m picking up the local women. When they finished he washed the dishes and Hitomi got her own shower. When she was done she dressed and grabbed her purse, declaring that she needed to get home. Then she pulled out her cell phone and asked Zach for his number. He gave it to her and she kissed him again.
“Thank you again. Maybe I’ll see you later?” She asked and then turned and left. Zach shook his head, shutting the door and walking back to his room. When he got there his Blackberry vibrated. He had a text message. I had a lot of fun, and want to see you again. Call me sometime! The number was with the text and he saved it. Shaking his head he got dressed the rest of the way and grabbed his A-Ts. It was time to practice.