Post by Yajirobe on Aug 7, 2019 1:35:52 GMT
Character Name:
Yajirobe
Canon Character or Original Character:
Canon
Face Claim:
N/A
Character Race: Human
Character Racial Traits:
Determination: +25% Fatigue threshold. / The Yamcha effect: All damage against characters with a lower power level than you is increased by +15%.
Character Gender:
Male
Character Age:
20
Character Alignment:
Neutral
Starting Planet:
Earth
Starting Items:
Old Coupon - An old coupon clipped from a magazine. Can be exchanged for a one-off training session with a master of opposing alignment (Consumable | Other requirements must first be met).
Dirty Baseball Cap - A dirty, but perfectly fitting cap with your favorite team's logo embroidered on it (Slot: Head | +10% Durability)
Starting Technique:
Kidney Strike
Stats:
Strength: 200Personality:
Ki: 0
Agility: 200
Durability: 100
A lone difter, Yajirobe is an antisocial man; Misogynous, odious and unsympathetic, few people like him and for good reason.
A hedonist at heart, he enjoys all the fine things in life, be it a good chunk of pig, the burn of a good whiskey, a fast car or the suptle bounce of a breast. Amoral at best, he sticks around with the "good guys" because they seem to be the ones who win the most, and well, he really doesn't fancy the world being blown up or some other wacky plan. Yet, if the pay is good enough, Yajirobe would switch sides without much thought. It does not matter who is emperor of the galaxy or the strongest ever, as long as there is pleasueres to be bought. Egoistic in his thought, his narcassism also shows in his overconfidence in his fighting prowess. even though he is untrained in even the most basic use of Ki, relying soley on his Kenjustu and Martial Arts.
Maybe its becasue he tries to keep up the apperance of the wandering Ronin, the mysterious aura and noble compoure of a samurai, since the mastery of the sword and body the only pleasure in life that does not rely on alcohol, food or sex. Or maybe its simply that he wants to prove that he does not need anything more than a strong fist and a sharp blade to take anyone down. Pride, Laziness or simply incompetance, all are possibilities with Yajirobe.
Usually focused on getting himself out of danger once things get too heated up, he is known to get carried away in the moment and actually do some heroics, puffing his chest while oging on about honour, albeit this is usually followed by a question of further payment after the dust settles.
As much as of a lazy bum he might seem, he is determined to become a great warrior. As great warriors get paid more, and thus he would have to work less.
History:
N/A
Sample RP:
Takamura finally finished the thirty-sixth portion of Takoyaki. He marinated them in Rayu for a bit, served them to his last customer and prepared to close down shop. It was only early afternoon, yet they were practically out of ingredients. With the till nearly spilling out Ryo, the mention of the Hokage eating at this tavern had brought many to taste its cuisine and such it had been a really busy day with both him and his mother showing signs of fatigue due being constantly swarmed by order after order but on the other hand, they had earned a month’s profit in nearly a day. Takamura’s hand was now aching from the continuous chopping and combined by his regular muscle fatigue due to his morning training only made standing up a difficult feat. His Mother was in no better shape than he was, slumped down on one of the tables. Her usually well-kept demeanour had been reduced to a dishevelled state. Her well kept brown hair frayed and her dress stained, it showed that it had been a hard day for her too. A mix of age and fatigue put her in the same state her son was in, being barely able to get up from where she lay. Yet as she raised her head and met his gaze, she gave him a warm calm smile that he was sure he had never seen the likes of. He did his best to return a warm smile yet all he could manage to form was a weak grin.
He helped her up the stairs, even though in reality they were both helping each other. As they reached the landing, his feet feeling heavy on the creaking planked floor, his mother turned to him. Only this close he noticed how tired her eyes were. “I know you are doing a great sacrifice by helping me instead of going out and having fun with your friends. I couldn't do it without you.“ his mother said in a lower tone than usual. Her voice clearly showed how fatigued it was by a day of shouting orders for Takamura to cook. She embraced him into a hug, which took him by surprise. All he managed to mutter was “No problem, you are my mother after all.” They stood in each other’s embrace for a while, as if time had stopped but in reality, it was just the fact that both of them were too tired to let go. ”I am going to lie down a bit, I think you should do the same.” his mother said as she gave him one last squeeze and turned towards her room. “I think I will go relax a bit with a hot bath instead.” he muttered as he turned towards the stairs. “And maybe catch some nice sights.“ he muttered to himself with a grin.
Before he could even take the first step down, he felt a grip like an iron vice pressure his shoulder. He was expecting the sound of bone being broken but instead, his mother’s timid voice echoed sternly through the empty hallway. “Why don’t you go and wash the dishes then too?”. A cold shiver ran throughout his body as he turned to face her. Before he could make some half-thought excuse, his mother pulled his ear to bring him eye to eye with her. As they were faced with a woman, Takamura’s eyes reflexively began to drop their gaze towards the upper torso but thankfully for him, he managed to readjust his gaze before he got himself into more boiling water. “Have you no shame?! Can’t a woman bath without worrying about conniving miscreants peeping on her? Erotic magazines one might allow to some fault but this?! How would you feel if some pervert peeped one me?! I am a woman too after all!” He was caught by surprise on how she guessed what he meant and had no idea how she figured out his plan albeit anyone who knew Takamura’s tendencies would probably have guessed it. “Now be a good boy and go wash those dishes.” she said more calmly as she released the grip on his ear. “Yes, mother.” Takamura replied with a deep sigh. Her face lit up and she patted his cheek affectionately; “That's my boy” she said as beamed him a wide smile and turned towards her room once again. This time, he didn't try to return the smile.
His morale shattered, Takamura felt even more tired than he was initially. He always held high the belief that hard work should be rewarded with the greatest rewards. In Takamura's mind, there was no greater reward than spending some quality time at the hot springs. He felt that his righteous reward was unjustly denied from him. Before he could pity himself even more, he found himself in front the silent tavern, plates and tankards scattered all across the tables. Compared to the bustle of the day, the silence felt deafening. He collected the tankards and plates, his face ashen with sorrow as if this was his last day on earth. The kitchen was in no better condition, pans and moulds strewn around, their surfaces matt and bleak with the residue of batter and sauces. Grimly, he set himself to work; half heartily cleaning and polishing the dirty tankards and plates. He tried to entertain himself with those sweet memories of that faithful new year's eve. That only made his lust boil just enough to fill him with determination. “I’m a shinobi of Iwagakure! I will not let myself be denied the spoils of hard work!” Fueled by the new found vigour, he cleaned the current basinful of dirty dishes, took a handful of Ryo out of the till and set out for the hot springs. He was still dressed in his working attire; apron and all. Takamura knew the way well to the Hotsprings, being a frequent visitor and an expert of the workmanship of the bamboo dividers between the pools. The Hot Spring's staff knew Takamura well and even though they tried to ban him multiple times, it was concluded that it was better if he paid to enter then banning him just so he would still sneak his way in and cause trouble.
The clerk behind the desk gave a condescending stare accompanied with a nod of acknowledgement as Takamura paid and made his way towards the collection of shacks that were used as changing rooms. He dared a peek into the women’s changing rooms but unfortunately it seemed to be empty. “Guess everyone is already splashing around.” he hopefully thought to keep the scary thoughts that he might be faced with an empty hot spring. He quickly got out of his dirty apron and sweat ridden clothes, not wanting to waste any more time. The ironically modest Takamura wrapped a towel around his lower body and made his way out to the outdoor pools. There were two different pools for men on one side, the two parallel where for women and there was a both-gender pool on the side. Seeing as one of them seemed to be occupied already, he went to the vacant one. He seeped into the water, the warm feeling easing all his tense muscles and let out a sigh of relief. Before he could put his mind to finding that peephole, he heard a muffled voice from the next pool that he was sure he heard before. And it wasn’t a man’s voice for sure. Using his advanced knowledge of hot springs divider weak points, he managed to pry trough and get a good glimpse. He did manage to locate the point of the voice, which seemed to be a white haired woman that had her back to him, hunched on a bald man of a good build. He was a toned man, probably a hardened taijutsu practitioner. Takamura assumed that he was a wandering shinobi or something along those lines. Still, he wasn't here to peep on men so he didn't give it much thought. Yet he instantly recognised the female. Not many women had white hair in Iwagakure. He rubbed his neck, as if remembering the iron grip she dragged him by. “Jet-sensei!” he thought with a sly grin. Unfortunately, from where he was standing, all he could see was her ashen back and the upper curve of her buttocks; anything else was either out of sight or submerged into water.
As if there was some perverted god answering Takamura’s prayers, a scream pierced the mostly quiet atmosphere. This caused the bald man to rise up which in turn this moved Jet into the perfect angle for Takamura. His grin turned into a smile of pure awe and ecstasy at the sight of her chest bouncing in cute jiggle as she turned. There seemed to be some conversation going on but at the sight of exposed breasts, nothing short of a great shinobi war would snap him out of it. Takamura’s mind reached a new level of joy and pleasure, his eyes taking in every possible detail of those exposed wet pair of breasts. With every little movement,the bald man did, it resonated through Jet and directly to her torso, causing great delight to Takamura. It wasn’t the biggest pair he had ever seen but something about peeping on your sensei had its new unique type of tingle that trumped the normal feeling by a large margin. They were of decent size and at the end of the day, they were boobs and regardless of size, Takamura would always be hard pressed to turn them down. Albeit one might rightly debate Takamura lacked the ability to do so; let alone in the case of his sensei's boobs. To any onlooker, it would seem as if Takamura was going to bleed out by the amount of blood pouring out of his nose, too entranced and mesmerised by the sight that lay in front of him to do anything but press his face as close as possible to the peepholes: His eyes following every movement of that bosom that brought him so much joy. This caused the blood to start seeping into his opened mouth. Takamura was taken aback spitting and wiping his mouth, the sour copper taste breaking the hypnotising spell that seemed to be on him. He moved to the other side of the Hot Spring where the blood had not yet reached. He washed his mouth and face with utmost haste, every second spent is a second wasted not looking at that alluring bust. In a matter of seconds, he was traversing back to the peephole with the haste of a veteran swimmer. Back into the right place,he regained his conniving activities once again.