Post by PHANTOM on Dec 11, 2012 17:08:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][classy=ingamename]PHANTOM[/classy][classy=image] [/classy][classy=back]NAME: Syaoran Fujisaki. AGE: Twenty. GENDER: Male. NATIONALITY: Japan. APPEARANCE:
[classy=title]SKILLS[/classy] ► ONE-HANDED STRAIGHT SWORDS ► PERCEPTION ► Do [classy=title]SWORD ARTS[/classy] E-RANK. ►VENDETTA. one-handed swords 1 Strikes, 0 Specials, 100% Speed, 150% Power When this art is being used, Syaoran's legs spread about six inches from one another automatically. His hand runs against the flat end of the blade causing a ghoulish green glow to occur. Once fully activated, his body will burst forward at an average speed. Holding the sword at a horizontal angle lined up with the enemy's center of gravity, he will then unleash a powerful blow upon them. This art is often used as a beginning or finishing blow. ►OCARINA TIME. martial arts. 2 Strikes, 0 Specials, 75% Speed, 125% Power This art is activated either in a running start or a still position. Syaoran knocks his fists together causing them to glow a light blue colors. Once this occurs, he runs towards the enemy at a slight slower than normal pace and meets with the enemy dead on. From there, he unleashes a powerful two-hit attack. [classy=title]PERSONALITY[/classy] When one first meets Syaoran; he usually has a pleasant smile on his face. Despite all that has gone on in his life; the only weariness you can sense is in his eyes. Otherwise, Syaoran is the respectful figure who is always reaching out his hand or offering his assistance to those in need. Some moments he can fall from grace however, and becomes quite self-loathing. Despising himself for allowing depression get to him and creating a worse effect on himself. But the ability to get up is the key to getting over said depression. When he becomes this depressed, he often has to think back to the good things that have happened to him. His eidetic memory comes in handy when it comes to remembering these things. It allows him to pick himself back up quickly; no longer dwelling on past facts and aspirations. |
He has a deep infatuation for games. Especially games that have a plotline to them. They draw him in the most. At times, you can see him drawing[/color] characters from video games that he saw in his dreams or on a billboard. He also enjoys taking long walks on the beach[/color]. They soothe him when he is upset, and since SAO has a lot of water that isn't an issue. Though, he doesn't like mindless violence[/color]. He can understand sensible violence but mindless violence doesn't seem necessary. He also hates horrid singers[/color]. They are his least favorite thing to listen to since he considers music as an art and they are nothing more than nails on a chalkboard. Also, he doesn't appreciate apples[/color]. They are weird to him. What is the point of apples? Why do people eat them? Are they really that good? They taste terrible in apple pie.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
[classy=title]HISTORY[/classy]
►DESCRIBE YOUR CHILDHOOD:
Fujisaki Syaoran. He was born on March 8th, XXXX to Nanako and Takeo Fujisaki. Their family wasn't rich, nor were they poor; being the average family the two parents wanted everything for their son. At a young age, Syaoran was always watched. Told what to do. What to play with. Who to see. Even with his playdates; his mother and father never let him pick out his own friends. When he was nothing more than an infant; they would have already picked out friends for him. His mother and father had everything planned out for Syaoran. From his birth all the way to the time he was an adult; and they were plotting to go further. As a baby, all Syaoran wanted was his own independence. To be able to see the grass on the other side and live his own life.
But that was foolish to his parents; though he couldn't voice it as an infant he would often cry when they scolded him. Hoping that the tears would let the message leak through. But it hadn't. The saddened baby grew into a pressured elementary schooler. He was pushed to be at the top of his class, pushed to be the model son. All so that he would gain the love from his mother and father? Isn't this the typical story? Perhaps. Though Syaoran knew his case was no different from anyone else's; he hadn't neglected to hide the emotional scars.
Scars on the inside rather than the ought; the boy took up Kendo and Martial Arts at a young age. Drowning his sorrows and rage in fighting others, he gained medal after medal and with each success, the pressure continued to push down on him. Though one day, he snapped. At the age of ten, he snapped. His birthday. His parents had scheduled that he would go to an extensive curriculum program on his birthday. Once told, he snapped. Yelling wildly with tears running down his face, his voice growing hoarse from yelling over them and finally he slammed the door in their faces and with that the rift began to grow.
►DESCRIBE YOUR TEENAGE YEARS:
Once Syaoran entered middle school, his parents tried to back off him a little more. Having taken reason in his arguement, they believed that perhaps they were too hard on him back then. But the damage had been done; Syaoran would go days without speaking to his parents. It wasn't because he was being an emotionless child hoping to get attention. They knew because it was all he knew how to do. Whenever they were busy plotting his future while he grew; they never took a chance to view him when he was younger. Having found they failed their son; the two distanced themselves from Syaoran and watched from afar at the walking doll they created.
It was until he was fourteen years old that he met his grandmother, Kohana. Then for the first time in years, he smiled. It was on his birthday; the day that he never requested anything and remained quiet while shut in his room. His grandmother entered with a rapping on his door. At first, he ignored her until she sat the bag inbetween him and the book that he was reading. Looking into the bag, at first he was unamused by the contents. It was a Nerve Gear along with a set of VMMORPG games. Uninterested, he curled back up with his book as she made herself comfortable.
Then, out of nowhere his grandmother burst into a tale about VMMORPGs. Worlds where no one knew your name, you could pretend to be anyone that you wanted to be and your life was yours to control. After a few hours of rambling on and on, the woman went downstairs to get a glass of water. But when she came back up, he was already immersed inside of the game. She was right, the world that he put himself in was superb and every moment he spent there; he felt free. Soon, he mixed his Kendo time in with his Martial Arts and playing with the Nerve Gear.
Everything was going fine -- until he became second best in his class. His parents were furious to say the least. Having thought they had mended their ways, Syaoran was fearful when they threatened to take away his Nerve Gear and practices. Hardening down on himself, he set the Nerve Gear away and studied for the remainder of his time through middle school and highschool.
►DESCRIBE YOUR ADULT YEARS:
Well into being an adult, he moved away from his parents having relocated to the town of Shibuya. It was a nicely sized down and he liked that the people were friendly. In the apartment complex he met a woman named Rose. She was a sweet woman who often came by to check on him. Often, he would ask her why she would give him kindness. Rose believed that Syaoran was something like her son. Her son was a stillbirth, and she often stayed up at nights thinking of him. Though when Syaoran moved in, he showed her kindness and a smile that she believed her son would have had.
Syaoran was still learning now, he was in school to become a game designer. Even after all the years of being pressured by his parents, he still felt an attachment to those games. Some days Rose would come over and clean, watching the young man dwindle his life away with work. She would comment, but Syaoran would push it off reassuring her that he was fine. But she watched in sadness as he worked and worked himself; often worried that eventually she would lose Syaoran too. That was until she found the Nerve Gear that was sitting high on a shelf above Syaoran's bed. Bringing the old device to his attention, Syaoran was amazed.
He told her of the story of how he obtained the nerve gear, and laughed fondly at the memories until the story took a sour down turn at the mention of his parents. Taking pity on Syaoran, Rose remembered her sister's grandson who was ranting and raving about the new game 'Sword Art Online'. Asking her if she could borrow the young man's copy that he received from being chosen as a beta tester; she gifted it solely to Syaoran. Leaving the game in his mail slot, he soon found it and silently shook his head at Rose's attempts.
But as the game lay in his mail slot, he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. After giving in to the temptation, Syaoran took the game and laid on his bed with the game installed and the Nerve Gear on his head; taking in a deep breath as he shut his eyes whisking himself away from his apartment bedroom.
LINK START!
►SWORD ART ONLINE:
[/td][/tr]Once immersed inside of the decorative world of <Aincrad>, everything seemed to melt away. There, Syaoran stood upon a hill staring at the sunset with a warm smile on his face. Everytht ing seemed so perfect. No worries, no aspirations, just the sunset and himself. But the reality of his life dawned upon him almost like a shadow, taunting and poking away at his insides. Eventually this dream would have to end and he'd be left with the cold taste of reality.
Ready to log out, he quickly moved his finger to his menu only to realize the button wasn't there. It didn't take long for his body to materialize in the square amongst the other confused players. Catching his eye upon the ominous shadow that was Kayaba Akihiko; he was grateful. Trapped in a world where he could define his own fate, where no one else mattered but he himself. Where all he had to focus on was survival. For that moment, God was evident before him and nothing else was truth.
Kayaba Akihiko gave him something that he hadn't had in a while. Hope. After 'God' faded from his eyes, reality rushed into him and with a smoky glaze in his eyes he stumbled off into the blackness. Not with the fear that he would soon die at the hands of a mad man's game; but with the realization that he was slowly becoming molded by his own hands. In the recesses of his mind; he was aware that the child that everyone looked down upon and tried to change was being left behind in that square.
His goals - defeat the Death Game, and gain the courage to mold his own fate in <Aincrad> and the real world with his own hands.
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