TAKAMURA, yukio

Yukio Takamura.

Thirteen.

Male.

Japan.

Here.

This art is activated when the user swings their weapon in a counter-clockwise formation. The weapon will glow a light blue shade signaling the activation of the art. Racing forward towards the enemy, once the user has made contact a series of attacks will follow. A swift upper slash and horizontal may be inflicted upon the enemy causing slight paralysis. This art can be parried but it is primarily used for beginning or finishing attacks.

This art can be activated when the user swings their weapon in a clockwise formation. The weapon will glow a bright blue color signaling the activation. Once fully activated, the user will race towards the enemy. When the two collide, the user will unleash a series of attacks. These attacks can be parried; but usually follow the sequence (horziontal, vertical and downwards). This art is primarily used as a beginning or finishing move.

positive traits

• hard-working
  
• appreciative
  
• understanding
  
• intelligent
  
• respectful
  
• courteous
  

negative traits

• self-loathing
  
• easily frightened
  
• reclusive
  
• blunt
  
• sarcastic
  
• stubborn
  

Yukio was born like any other normal child would have been. Born within a family that was already populated greatly; four older sisters and two loving parents. He was showered with affection at a young age but always felt ostracized because of his sisters. They were so different from him and he didn’t have anyone to play with or call his own friend. His parents often grew worried about him when he was younger because he had no friends. Yukio would bury himself in books and find that the worlds inside of them were far more entertaining than the one he currently lived in. Though his parents would set him up on little playdates, no one truly caught his eye. His father soon gave up believing that his son would forever be ostracized from society. Though his mother regardless of this fact held onto her son’s hand.

Yukio grew close to his mother. The two of them understand each other. Books and fantasy were a better place to live in than the real world. His mother was the reason that he became involved with video games. She would enjoy watching him show interest in worlds far from their own. Though she knew eventually he would have to awake from this childish dream, for nowi t was fun to watch him interact with the people far from him with ease. Yukio’s passion for these games grew, and the more that they grew the less he became in tune with the real world.

When Yukio entered middle school; he made a group of friends. Of course they were all apart of the video-gaming club. But it was better than nothing. All of them would hang out and talk to one another at school. Yukio actually began to leave his shell and was excited about having new friends. His parents were overjoyed to see that he was actually becoming loved by other people. Yukio was excelling in school though he was shy when it came to people outside of his little group. Everything in his life turned upside down when Sword Art Online was introduced to him. His friends were all excited and when they bought the software, Yukio couldn’t help but buy a Nerve Gear and the game with his parent’s consent. His friends told him that they would all be logging in during lunch time.

He was excited about logging into Sword Art Online. Experiencing a world unlike any other. After putting hte helmet upon his head and shutting his eyes, he smiled at the rest of his friends before taking a breath.

“Link Start!”

They freaked out. Needless to say when his friends logged in, they were all freaking out. But Yukio merely admired the beauty that was Sword Art Online. The friends explored what little they could inside of the first floor before being transported to the town square. There the Death Game was announced. At first Yukio was quite alarmed, only until he tried to calm his own heart did he find peace. Though his friends were freaking out, one even leapt off the side of the railing and plummeted. One by one, his friends deserted him saying they would find their ‘own way’ and he’d have to find his own way back to the real world. That they couldn’t stand to be around someone as strange as him. Strange, that word once again appeared in his life. He was strange for believing that everything would turn out alright. The last bit of people who understood him faded before his very eyes and all he could do was stand there and cry.