Post by Raiden Kimura on Aug 5, 2015 20:04:42 GMT
General:
Full name: Raiden Kimura
Nicknames: None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Profession: Head guard at the camp
Background:
Social standing: Rich
Family: All dead. Raiden can trace his lineage to Japan.
Past: Raidens life started rather simple. He was just a boy who's parents worked for the government. Of course, because his dad had a rather high function, they lived in the heart of Rosehall, even though they never told him what exactly it was that his dad did.
That changed, however, when Raiden was nine. One night, during dinner, his father told him everything, from the war to the powers and the resistance. He also told about the labor camp where he was in charge of. Raiden didn't really know what to do with this information, or why his usually very composed dad now looked hurried and almost scared, let alone what had changed that he was now suddenly entrusted all kinds of state secrets. Afterward, Raiden was sent to the basement and was ordered to stay there until one of his parents came to take him, whatever happened, whatever he heard.
Later that night, gunshots and screams echoed through the Kimura household. Despite what he'd been told, Raiden could not resist having a peek, just in time to see how someone launched fire from their hands and set the house ablaze. Next to them, the corpse of Raidens mother laid on the ground. Afraid to be found and murdered as well, Raiden retreated into the darkest corner of the basement and hid there, while his house burnt above him.
The thing the firemen rescued from the ruins three days later, didn't resemble the happy child that went into the basement at all. No, Raiden had changed forever. His sole emotions were hate, anger and chilliness. His main goal had become the total eradication of every freak in existence, and getting his revenge for the death of his parents. No small miracle that Raiden has currently worked his way up and has become the head guard at the same labor camp his father was once the leader of.
Personality:
Passions: Hurting freaks, tracking down the murderer of his parents
Dislikes: Freaks, people that are not willing to go extreme lengths to get to their goal
Relationships: None. Work relations at best.
Fears: Fire, even though he's trying to get over that. Dying before he's reached his goal.
Talents: Torturing, handling katana's
Weaknesses: Reading emotions of others. His past is a sensitive issue as well.
Appearance:
Height and build: 1.74, slim but strong build.
Skin: A typically East-Asian skin color.
Hair: Black, a bit long for a man.
Fashion style and accessories: Dark clothes, usually garb he can easily move around in. Accessories he doesn't really have, because Raiden thinks jewelry is bullshit. The closest thing to an accessory he wears, is the small golden emblem of the government that denotes his rank. Instead of the government-issued weapon, he carries around his fathers katana.
Special features: Raiden has a tattoo of a dragon on his left shoulder.
Extra: Raiden is unpredictable and he doesn't really care who lives and who dies.
Picture:
Full name: Raiden Kimura
Nicknames: None
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Profession: Head guard at the camp
Background:
Social standing: Rich
Family: All dead. Raiden can trace his lineage to Japan.
Past: Raidens life started rather simple. He was just a boy who's parents worked for the government. Of course, because his dad had a rather high function, they lived in the heart of Rosehall, even though they never told him what exactly it was that his dad did.
That changed, however, when Raiden was nine. One night, during dinner, his father told him everything, from the war to the powers and the resistance. He also told about the labor camp where he was in charge of. Raiden didn't really know what to do with this information, or why his usually very composed dad now looked hurried and almost scared, let alone what had changed that he was now suddenly entrusted all kinds of state secrets. Afterward, Raiden was sent to the basement and was ordered to stay there until one of his parents came to take him, whatever happened, whatever he heard.
Later that night, gunshots and screams echoed through the Kimura household. Despite what he'd been told, Raiden could not resist having a peek, just in time to see how someone launched fire from their hands and set the house ablaze. Next to them, the corpse of Raidens mother laid on the ground. Afraid to be found and murdered as well, Raiden retreated into the darkest corner of the basement and hid there, while his house burnt above him.
The thing the firemen rescued from the ruins three days later, didn't resemble the happy child that went into the basement at all. No, Raiden had changed forever. His sole emotions were hate, anger and chilliness. His main goal had become the total eradication of every freak in existence, and getting his revenge for the death of his parents. No small miracle that Raiden has currently worked his way up and has become the head guard at the same labor camp his father was once the leader of.
Personality:
Passions: Hurting freaks, tracking down the murderer of his parents
Dislikes: Freaks, people that are not willing to go extreme lengths to get to their goal
Relationships: None. Work relations at best.
Fears: Fire, even though he's trying to get over that. Dying before he's reached his goal.
Talents: Torturing, handling katana's
Weaknesses: Reading emotions of others. His past is a sensitive issue as well.
Appearance:
Height and build: 1.74, slim but strong build.
Skin: A typically East-Asian skin color.
Hair: Black, a bit long for a man.
Fashion style and accessories: Dark clothes, usually garb he can easily move around in. Accessories he doesn't really have, because Raiden thinks jewelry is bullshit. The closest thing to an accessory he wears, is the small golden emblem of the government that denotes his rank. Instead of the government-issued weapon, he carries around his fathers katana.
Special features: Raiden has a tattoo of a dragon on his left shoulder.
Extra: Raiden is unpredictable and he doesn't really care who lives and who dies.
Picture: