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| Deleted User | May 27 2010, 02:38 PM Post #1 |
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Birth name: Slight Other known names: None Age: 25 Skin: Light-tan. Race: Half-breed Height: About five feet and eleven inches tall. Weight: 151 lbs. Hair Color: White. Eye Color: Green. This now young man was raised on Earth like most others of the Earthling-like race. He was very little educated and had the bare minimum that he thought he needed to survive. From as young as he can remember, he has been fighting; His cockiness proves so. When he wasn't beating on those that were merely there for his amusement, he and his father would be sparring for tournaments that were, in his opinion, unsurpassable and unnecessary greed. In his teen years, he finally stood up to his father in his own manner, explaining that he was no longer going to be a money making tool for others' benefits. When he was fifteen, he packed up and moved away to.. Well, he doesn't even know. Just away. At that point, he would have lived on the streets, fighting for each mealevery night for his own self-gain and preferred it over fighting for someone elses own self greed and theirs for wrongful glory. After just a night on his own, he learned he would have to change his ways and forget his old methods of obliteration over others. He would have to take charge from the very beginning, making it all last as short as possible. He eventually learned the ways of the streets and began to rule all that attempted to defy him. He learned to push others to their final limits, giving them a chance of learning the consequences of messing with him.. Who he thought was the best. Until one day, he thought he was the best. He then met an unlikely foe that his memory tried to erase. His father. His father came looking for him since shortly after he left the house five years ago. (Putting Slight at the age of Twenty-three in this point in his life.) He tried reasoning with him, to get him to come home. Everything by the book didn't work so, he had one last shot: A fight. If Slight won, he would choose to stay or go. If his father one, Slight would return home. These were the agreements to the battle between the two. While Slight was now an ever more experienced fighter than in the past, he never has seen the limitations of his own father, which caused him second guesses in his wager. At the beginning of it all, it seemed as if his father was studying him, learning his moves even before he started them. This went on in elaboration for about five minutes before any motion was even made against him. Though it took long to get any action out of him, it didn't take long for the exhaustion to set in after having to actually 'fight' him. It seemed no matter what he did, the leveling field could not be met. But, he noticed something odd, something in particular but, he just couldn't figure it out at that point and decided to shrug it off. Blow after blow, his father came into his defenses, seeming to hit every weakness of all that he was taught. When the barrage of hits was over, he was able to attain a moment of sanction. In that moment of sanction, everything seemed to slow down as he took to the offense and watched his father curiously after each strike, catching on to what he didn't before. He had noticed that after each blow against his father, he seemed to think only for a few moments, then simply 'copied' the move. Even closer speculation caused him to realize they were once tactics his own father used and taught. After this, he simply stopped... the both of them and 'stared' at each other; himself winded and his father with a grin on his face. The last thing he remembered, his fathers hand was brought up at him and it all faded to darkness. Waking up with bandages around him, his eyes adjusting with a strange look on his face as he looks around, his eyes pausing on his father in a chair close-by. Keeping his eyes on the spot and focuses, hoping it isn't him, he sighs with the realization that it is. Struggling to pull from the bed, his back arches in pain and glances back over, his father now standing. After asking how long he was injured and gone. Hearing the response of one and a half years, he sighs and lays back on the bed. Being released a month later, he sets out to search for something... somewhere to belong and continues from there five months later, he ends up at the present day... ==== He is now learning more and more about the arts and pursuing a higher purpose though, he has no clue as to what he is trying to succeed but a better life. |
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