Post by Nowaki on Apr 9, 2012 12:57:48 GMT -5
Rush Nowaki
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I'm losing sight
Don't count on me
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This all changed when Rush turned eighteen and was attacked by heartless while Igor and he were on their way home from the first district. Igor sacrificed himself so that Rush could get away. When Rush finally got home, he found a prototype gunblade and a standard issue revolver that Igor planned to give to him for his eighteenth birthday.
Shortly after Igor's death, Rush departed from Traverse Town and began traveling through various worlds as a freelance detective. [/ul]
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I chase the sun
It chases after me
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- Analytical
- Workaholic
- Ambitious
- Polite
- Organized
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- Distant
- Cold
- Only relies on himself
- Solitary
- Closed
- Rainy/Cloudy Days
- Working
- Cities
- Coffee
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- Sunny Days
- Being Defeated
- Sun Burns
- Lawbreakers/Criminals
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You know my name
You know my face
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- Awakening (Limit Break)
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You'd know my heart
If you knew my place
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{{OoC Name}} Nowaki
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Jeen sat in his room watching tv as he normally did late at night, he hadn't gotten any calls for assassinations recently and rarely ventured out during the Dark Hour unless it pertained to assassinations. He hadn't done any fighting for a few weeks, he was stuck in school much more often. Jeen sighed as the clouds turned green and the sky turned black, now he couldn't even watch tv.
It was one of the inconveniences of the Dark Hour. It would be 12:00 for the next hour. He rose from his bed and pulled his curtain aside and watched as the colossal tower known as Tartarus rose from the ground. He pulled his curtains back into place as the tower reached its peak.
He walked back over to his bed and searched under his bed. Damn. It was dark, and the fact that under his bed was a junk yard wasn't helping him locate the object he had in mind. He could feel a sharp object prick him, but it wasn't enough to break his skin, it was thanks to one of the abilities he inherited from his persona, Thor.
He pulled the object from under his bed and examined it for a moment and placed it onto his bed. Jeen decided he would venture out to Tartarus and get some training done during the night to stay loose. After gathering his supplies he headed out towards the tower.
The walk there was quiet, the only sound being the splashing of blood underneath his shoes. But that's what he expected, seeing as the vast majority of the world were transmogrified into the coffins that he now walked past.
He soon arrived at what was referred to by most as Gekkoukan High, but at the moment it was a nest of the malicious creatures he came to know as shadows. He figured he would spend the night climbing a few floors, nothing drastic. Jeen gripped the handle of his sword, Blitzkrieg, as he entered into the tower..
Moments later, he was in the dark hallways of the first block of the wretched tower, Thebel. He hadn't encountered any shadows yet, which was a surprise, where they afraid of him? Or was he just that lucky? He never really liked the blood painted hallways that had a stunning resemblance to his school. Though the lack of light always made sneaking up on shadows easier.
He stuck his head around a corner before he walked through, he could see a glove shaped shadow crawling around. It was time to see how going without three weeks of combat had affected him. He quietly drew Blitzkrieg and began to slowly creep toward the creature.ooc: I used one of my rp samples from another site, is that a problem?
