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History/Story
History:
Long ago, there was a boy who, very much, admired his father. His father was the boy's pride and world. The reason for this was because they were not blood-related. One day, the man came across a village. The village was all burnt up and reduced to ashes, but a little boy in a basket remained. The bonding started right at that moment. The father and son had no home. They lived in the wilderness, never staying in one place. They were basically nomads. They hunted for their food. The boy never had a named. His father didn't name him when he first saw him. For all that the boy needed to know, was that he was called "son".
After four years of traveling together, they reached their first town. Which town was it? Crocus. During their four years of hard training and helping out from village to village, they managed to make some money. The son begged his father to buy him some of the capitol's food. His father looked into his wallet, finding out they didn't have enough money for a candy bar, much less something to eat and satisfy yourself with. His father did not say anything. He ordered his son to follow him, going back out of the city walls.
Three years since the sadness of the city of Crocus, his father went back to the burnt village, the boy's original home. He started to build a small house there, hoping his son would be safe for what was yet to come. He finished building a small house without any time wasted, finished in two days. The boy stared at his new home. He couldn't believe it. For his sake, his father had made him a home! He hugged his father with great joy! Now they had a permanent place to stay!
Five years of comfortable happiness continued on. The boy learned to play a violin, one his father crafted for him. His father would teach him lessons everyday. Another fine day passed. And then tragedy struck. While they were out looking for their lunch/afternoon meal, a group of bandits attacked them. Slicing up the boy, causing him extreme pain, more than a thirteen-year old can handle. His father was doing his best to protect him from any incoming attacks. Then a smokescreen went off! The father shouted "Don't worry about me! Find a guild, make friends, and live your life to the fullest. And when you're ready...come play a tune for me okay, son? No, Ikuto. That will be your name. Remember it well, Ikuto Tsukiyomi!" And with that, his father disappeared.
Two years of searching for his father had dragged on. He still had no clue, although he didn't give up. His one and only clue/momento of his father was his violin. He soon battled many bandits and mages on his journeys. He annihilated them all with ease. He made a vow, to carry out his father's words. To fulfill them, and to locate his father as soon as possible. He never made any friends, for he thought they weren't necessary. His father was top priority. And the search continues on to this day.
RP Sample:
Face Claim: Ikuto Tsukiyomi of Shugo Chara
History:
Long ago, there was a boy who, very much, admired his father. His father was the boy's pride and world. The reason for this was because they were not blood-related. One day, the man came across a village. The village was all burnt up and reduced to ashes, but a little boy in a basket remained. The bonding started right at that moment. The father and son had no home. They lived in the wilderness, never staying in one place. They were basically nomads. They hunted for their food. The boy never had a named. His father didn't name him when he first saw him. For all that the boy needed to know, was that he was called "son".
After four years of traveling together, they reached their first town. Which town was it? Crocus. During their four years of hard training and helping out from village to village, they managed to make some money. The son begged his father to buy him some of the capitol's food. His father looked into his wallet, finding out they didn't have enough money for a candy bar, much less something to eat and satisfy yourself with. His father did not say anything. He ordered his son to follow him, going back out of the city walls.
Three years since the sadness of the city of Crocus, his father went back to the burnt village, the boy's original home. He started to build a small house there, hoping his son would be safe for what was yet to come. He finished building a small house without any time wasted, finished in two days. The boy stared at his new home. He couldn't believe it. For his sake, his father had made him a home! He hugged his father with great joy! Now they had a permanent place to stay!
Five years of comfortable happiness continued on. The boy learned to play a violin, one his father crafted for him. His father would teach him lessons everyday. Another fine day passed. And then tragedy struck. While they were out looking for their lunch/afternoon meal, a group of bandits attacked them. Slicing up the boy, causing him extreme pain, more than a thirteen-year old can handle. His father was doing his best to protect him from any incoming attacks. Then a smokescreen went off! The father shouted "Don't worry about me! Find a guild, make friends, and live your life to the fullest. And when you're ready...come play a tune for me okay, son? No, Ikuto. That will be your name. Remember it well, Ikuto Tsukiyomi!" And with that, his father disappeared.
Two years of searching for his father had dragged on. He still had no clue, although he didn't give up. His one and only clue/momento of his father was his violin. He soon battled many bandits and mages on his journeys. He annihilated them all with ease. He made a vow, to carry out his father's words. To fulfill them, and to locate his father as soon as possible. He never made any friends, for he thought they weren't necessary. His father was top priority. And the search continues on to this day.
RP Sample:
- Non-FT Related Though:
- The wolf's muzzle touched lightly into the dirt as the she-wolf sniffed. The female was alone, searching along a vacant plain for a chance at a meal - something hard to come by lately. The entire area seemed to be evacuated of any other life, excluding the occasional scurrying rat. She needed to find food soon, already having gone several days without a significant meal and little to no sign of any pack of her kind.
The smallest movement of grass made the wolf poise her ears, high on alert for the certain grub near by. Her eyes flickered across her line of vision, iris' composed of amber flecks within brown ovals. Her pelt meshed together with the scenery, a dusty brown colored body and black tipped ears, giving her the perfect advantage to surprise her prey.
Eyes finally locking onto the small rabbit sitting just to the side of a boulder, her muscles tensed. It wasn't much of a meal, a small snack really, but it was better than starving if she could manage to catch it. Nearly three days without a meal left her weak and disoriented, but she kept her wits and concentrated on the potential food anyway.
Jaw set, she padded quietly closer, paws leaving silent marks behind. Once she was close enough, she moved into a crouching position low to the ground. All at once, the wolf thrusted her body out, deadly claws extended and landing harshly into the small animal. Several bones could be heard cracking with tiny shrieks of pain until a jaw enclosed itself around the animal's neck and it went limp. Blood gushed into it's brown fur, staining the ground as the wolf pulled it's dish away triumphantly. Her teeth quickly sank into the flesh some three feet away, ripping it apart and devouring it greatfully as blood dripped along her jaw into the sand. Another few hours to live.
Face Claim: Ikuto Tsukiyomi of Shugo Chara
