Post by Takeshi Yoshi on Jan 9, 2014 4:10:39 GMT
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The Basics
Name: Takeshi Yoshi
Nickname/Other names:
Gender:Male
Age: 16.5
Hometown:New York City, NY
Canon:Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Jay Park
Appearance: The boy with attitude is what pops into people’s minds when they either look at Takeshi or remember him. Stern expressions are his forte, sometimes replaced with a sarcastic grin. His black hair is kept somewhat long and gelled on top, and buzzed along the sides, in sometimes, odd designs. Muscle memory allows him to move smoothly, almost fluidly from place to place draped in arrogance. Comfortable in his own skin he often goes about shirtless, and if in his own room often just in boxers. Not seeing a reason really for so much clothing, unless it’s deathly cold outside. When he does wear clothes they are often in darker shades, except red, when it comes to the color red the brighter the better. Leather, chains, and denim are his textiles of choice during colder weather otherwise lightweight cotton is his go to. Not really a huge fan of jewelry he only wears it if he thinks it makes him look more threatening, or might serve as a weapon. Which is another thing he seems to always have a part of his outfit, usually just a couple of knives, they just seem to comfort him for some reason.
Personality: Sarcasm oozes from his mouth on a daily basis, practically in every conversation he has really. If it’s not sarcastic remarks, he bites back against authority of any kind, is monosyllabic, or on rare occasions that he’s not an asocial teenager he shows that he can talk about something other than how much he hates the world. So far a real winner, right? Take typical angst filled teen add a violent phobia of cockroaches, and a dash of rage equals one Takeshi Yoshi.
However, he does have some winning attributes otherwise who would ever want to be near him? Be loyal to him, stick your neck out, heck just be nice to the grumpy guss and he’ll be there to help you out in return. He doesn’t like bullies, but he loves to pick on them. Bullying bullies is a favorite pastime, especially if it means getting into a fight. There’s a soft spot for goofballs, or people too fragile to take care of themselves. Not saying he turns into a gooey carebear when around these types he’s just least likely to treat them like dung beetle food. He’s not the most social creature or talkative, but he’s fairly easy to get drug along places, and though he might pout the entire time he will sit and listen to people.
On the whole romance angle he’s not really sure what or if he’s looking for anyone. As far as he can remember romance has never entered his life, and honestly he doesn’t know if he wants it to. He doesn’t see himself as someone anyone would want to be with, and he doesn’t plan on changing. But one never knows when love will shove itself under your skin and make you do stupid things.
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Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Life started in an egg, a flexible shelled egg that was safe, and protected him from the outside world. Then he hatched and everything went downhill from there. Three other beings that looked remarkably like him were there when he finally broke through the safety of his shell. The four of them stuck together even as their lives changed forever when their bodies were introduced to the thing he could only call ooze. Luckily for the four tiny turtles they were not alone in this change and were raised by a gentle, patient, and loving soul they grew to know as father.
Life for them was different than other turtles, yet not like the other two legged beings that walked above their sewer world. The rat, or father, taught the brothers ninjitsu, and about the world above. For years they waited to go above, to see, to feel, to taste more of what they merely got glimpses of from the rain grates. Finally, Splinter allowed them a trip to the world outside the dank, and dark of the sewers. This led to their lives being irreparably changed once again, and to one certain red bandana wearing turtle it drove a wedge between the brothers. Yes, it brought them a new friend in the form of a young female called April, but it brought danger, it brought new emotions, and enemies.
After many more exciting trips above the brothers make alliances, and break them when they find out that another young female called Karai holds loyalty to one of their greatest foes: Shredder. After this betrayal the brother’s go to fight another foe the Kraang in their Earthen home base the Technodome in hopes to stop them from opening a portal to their homeland. It was in this fateful mission that one of the brother’s, scis at the ready, steps through a rift and into a new world.
Key Moment: Episode 26 Showdown Part 2- When the turtles infiltrate the Technodome
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
An angry groan emits from the face down, practically nude, young man as consciousness creeps up toward the front of his brain. Things hurt, he was cold, wet, and his head felt like the inside of a pair of fuzzy slippers. Another groan mixed with a cough as he pushes off the snowy mush covered, cold ground the movement made his head swim and swirl threatening to make him vomit. Coughing again he crawls his knees forward head hanging down not daring to move it much more in case whatever might be in his stomach decided to revolt.
“Mom? Mom! There’s a naked guy in our front yard!” The young man winces at the loud, high pitched girl’s voice blinking open his eyes finally to see that, yes he was naked, well except for a belt and some wicked looking weapons. That would explain why he felt so freaking cold. Gaze lifting he spots a grouping of people in front of a house all staring at him with fear. Fear? Why would they be scared of some sopping wet kid? Well, he was naked and did have weapons… He grunted and tried to stand a hand going to his head finding hair. Wait, why would hair be weird? The people staring at him had hair so why would him having hair seem odd?
“Young man, what in lil’ green apples do you think yer doin?” A gruff, deep voice brought his attention away from his hair back to the grouping of people by the house. The face that went with the voice was wrinkled, weathered, and definitely had a no nonsense kind of air.
“Uh…Wha-? Where?” Words, he knew words, but frick it was hard to think with all the cotton balls in his brain. A screeching of tires startled everyone as a large, black SUV pulls up in front of the quaint home. The sound started the unclothed youth so much he ends up slipping in the mush falling back he rolls yanking out one of the blades and comes up on one knee facing the vehicle. Gasps seem to echo in his ears as he gawks at the evil fork looking thing in his hand. How did he do that? Well, one would hope if he was wearing the weapons he’d know how to use them, but he just couldn’t remember how.
Another grouping of people spill out of the imposing, black car all in suits, all wearing sunglasses, and all looking far too pleased with themselves. Eyes narrowing his grip tightened around the blade not trusting this new group of people. “Sir, it’s another Yoshi.” One of the suits glances over at what the young man could only assume was the leader, who nods in response. The name tweaked at the fog clouding his mind but he shook it off focusing on the opponents in front of him.
“Boy, everything with be all right. We’re here to help you and take you to a place where everything can be explained to you. Just put down the weapon, and we can get you someplace warm.” That sounded nice and all but something didn’t feel right. He trusted the gruff old man way more than the suits. Instead of putting down his weapon he drew out the other blade tucked into the belt at his waist. A shift went through the suit crowd each of them tensing at the adage of another weapon. Rising to a fight stance he bared his teeth muscles practically humming with the need to spring into action.
“Boy, we know you’re probably confused right now, but we know what’s happened to you.” The lead suit took a few steps forward hands up to show he meant no harm. “And probably who you are. Do you know the name Yoshi?”
“Yoshi?” Why did that sound familiar? How would these briefcase beefs know him? How did they know that name? Heck, how did he know that name? The lead suit nodded taking a few more steps toward him. Gritting his teeth he spun the blades, no they were called sci, they were Japanese, and so was that name. He had some options go peacefully find out what the heck was going on, or put up a fight. Problems: he was outnumbered, he was naked, and he was completely clueless as to who he was, where he was, and honestly what he was. With a frustrated curse he shoved the weapons back into their holding places in the belt. Words laced with venom he spits out the first question that springs to his clouded mind “Who the frick is Yoshi?”
Member Name: 13
Member Age:25
How You Found Out About Us: Fate (and you guys were like the second/third site on proboards)
Other Characters: N/A YET
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: Been role playing in various forms for over ten years, haven’t had the time really to do so, but now that I do I’d love to spread my creative wings again. I love animals, especially dogs. I seriously could talk about them for hours. Love rock music, mysteries, and horror movies. I love to cook, read recipes, and watch Foodnetwork.ps. sorry if practice post is so long…I’m a bit rusty…
The Basics
Name: Takeshi Yoshi
Nickname/Other names:
Gender:Male
Age: 16.5
Hometown:New York City, NY
Canon:Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Jay Park
Appearance: The boy with attitude is what pops into people’s minds when they either look at Takeshi or remember him. Stern expressions are his forte, sometimes replaced with a sarcastic grin. His black hair is kept somewhat long and gelled on top, and buzzed along the sides, in sometimes, odd designs. Muscle memory allows him to move smoothly, almost fluidly from place to place draped in arrogance. Comfortable in his own skin he often goes about shirtless, and if in his own room often just in boxers. Not seeing a reason really for so much clothing, unless it’s deathly cold outside. When he does wear clothes they are often in darker shades, except red, when it comes to the color red the brighter the better. Leather, chains, and denim are his textiles of choice during colder weather otherwise lightweight cotton is his go to. Not really a huge fan of jewelry he only wears it if he thinks it makes him look more threatening, or might serve as a weapon. Which is another thing he seems to always have a part of his outfit, usually just a couple of knives, they just seem to comfort him for some reason.
Personality: Sarcasm oozes from his mouth on a daily basis, practically in every conversation he has really. If it’s not sarcastic remarks, he bites back against authority of any kind, is monosyllabic, or on rare occasions that he’s not an asocial teenager he shows that he can talk about something other than how much he hates the world. So far a real winner, right? Take typical angst filled teen add a violent phobia of cockroaches, and a dash of rage equals one Takeshi Yoshi.
However, he does have some winning attributes otherwise who would ever want to be near him? Be loyal to him, stick your neck out, heck just be nice to the grumpy guss and he’ll be there to help you out in return. He doesn’t like bullies, but he loves to pick on them. Bullying bullies is a favorite pastime, especially if it means getting into a fight. There’s a soft spot for goofballs, or people too fragile to take care of themselves. Not saying he turns into a gooey carebear when around these types he’s just least likely to treat them like dung beetle food. He’s not the most social creature or talkative, but he’s fairly easy to get drug along places, and though he might pout the entire time he will sit and listen to people.
On the whole romance angle he’s not really sure what or if he’s looking for anyone. As far as he can remember romance has never entered his life, and honestly he doesn’t know if he wants it to. He doesn’t see himself as someone anyone would want to be with, and he doesn’t plan on changing. But one never knows when love will shove itself under your skin and make you do stupid things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Life started in an egg, a flexible shelled egg that was safe, and protected him from the outside world. Then he hatched and everything went downhill from there. Three other beings that looked remarkably like him were there when he finally broke through the safety of his shell. The four of them stuck together even as their lives changed forever when their bodies were introduced to the thing he could only call ooze. Luckily for the four tiny turtles they were not alone in this change and were raised by a gentle, patient, and loving soul they grew to know as father.
Life for them was different than other turtles, yet not like the other two legged beings that walked above their sewer world. The rat, or father, taught the brothers ninjitsu, and about the world above. For years they waited to go above, to see, to feel, to taste more of what they merely got glimpses of from the rain grates. Finally, Splinter allowed them a trip to the world outside the dank, and dark of the sewers. This led to their lives being irreparably changed once again, and to one certain red bandana wearing turtle it drove a wedge between the brothers. Yes, it brought them a new friend in the form of a young female called April, but it brought danger, it brought new emotions, and enemies.
After many more exciting trips above the brothers make alliances, and break them when they find out that another young female called Karai holds loyalty to one of their greatest foes: Shredder. After this betrayal the brother’s go to fight another foe the Kraang in their Earthen home base the Technodome in hopes to stop them from opening a portal to their homeland. It was in this fateful mission that one of the brother’s, scis at the ready, steps through a rift and into a new world.
Key Moment: Episode 26 Showdown Part 2- When the turtles infiltrate the Technodome
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
An angry groan emits from the face down, practically nude, young man as consciousness creeps up toward the front of his brain. Things hurt, he was cold, wet, and his head felt like the inside of a pair of fuzzy slippers. Another groan mixed with a cough as he pushes off the snowy mush covered, cold ground the movement made his head swim and swirl threatening to make him vomit. Coughing again he crawls his knees forward head hanging down not daring to move it much more in case whatever might be in his stomach decided to revolt.
“Mom? Mom! There’s a naked guy in our front yard!” The young man winces at the loud, high pitched girl’s voice blinking open his eyes finally to see that, yes he was naked, well except for a belt and some wicked looking weapons. That would explain why he felt so freaking cold. Gaze lifting he spots a grouping of people in front of a house all staring at him with fear. Fear? Why would they be scared of some sopping wet kid? Well, he was naked and did have weapons… He grunted and tried to stand a hand going to his head finding hair. Wait, why would hair be weird? The people staring at him had hair so why would him having hair seem odd?
“Young man, what in lil’ green apples do you think yer doin?” A gruff, deep voice brought his attention away from his hair back to the grouping of people by the house. The face that went with the voice was wrinkled, weathered, and definitely had a no nonsense kind of air.
“Uh…Wha-? Where?” Words, he knew words, but frick it was hard to think with all the cotton balls in his brain. A screeching of tires startled everyone as a large, black SUV pulls up in front of the quaint home. The sound started the unclothed youth so much he ends up slipping in the mush falling back he rolls yanking out one of the blades and comes up on one knee facing the vehicle. Gasps seem to echo in his ears as he gawks at the evil fork looking thing in his hand. How did he do that? Well, one would hope if he was wearing the weapons he’d know how to use them, but he just couldn’t remember how.
Another grouping of people spill out of the imposing, black car all in suits, all wearing sunglasses, and all looking far too pleased with themselves. Eyes narrowing his grip tightened around the blade not trusting this new group of people. “Sir, it’s another Yoshi.” One of the suits glances over at what the young man could only assume was the leader, who nods in response. The name tweaked at the fog clouding his mind but he shook it off focusing on the opponents in front of him.
“Boy, everything with be all right. We’re here to help you and take you to a place where everything can be explained to you. Just put down the weapon, and we can get you someplace warm.” That sounded nice and all but something didn’t feel right. He trusted the gruff old man way more than the suits. Instead of putting down his weapon he drew out the other blade tucked into the belt at his waist. A shift went through the suit crowd each of them tensing at the adage of another weapon. Rising to a fight stance he bared his teeth muscles practically humming with the need to spring into action.
“Boy, we know you’re probably confused right now, but we know what’s happened to you.” The lead suit took a few steps forward hands up to show he meant no harm. “And probably who you are. Do you know the name Yoshi?”
“Yoshi?” Why did that sound familiar? How would these briefcase beefs know him? How did they know that name? Heck, how did he know that name? The lead suit nodded taking a few more steps toward him. Gritting his teeth he spun the blades, no they were called sci, they were Japanese, and so was that name. He had some options go peacefully find out what the heck was going on, or put up a fight. Problems: he was outnumbered, he was naked, and he was completely clueless as to who he was, where he was, and honestly what he was. With a frustrated curse he shoved the weapons back into their holding places in the belt. Words laced with venom he spits out the first question that springs to his clouded mind “Who the frick is Yoshi?”
Member Name: 13
Member Age:25
How You Found Out About Us: Fate (and you guys were like the second/third site on proboards)
Other Characters: N/A YET
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: Been role playing in various forms for over ten years, haven’t had the time really to do so, but now that I do I’d love to spread my creative wings again. I love animals, especially dogs. I seriously could talk about them for hours. Love rock music, mysteries, and horror movies. I love to cook, read recipes, and watch Foodnetwork.ps. sorry if practice post is so long…I’m a bit rusty…
