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Tramp; Haru's Frightening Familiar
Topic Started: Jan 7 2014, 03:23 AM (287 Views)
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Name:
Tramp, formerly Nihon Ezo

Gang Affiliation:
Skulk--Private NPC

Age:
Forever 16

Birth Date:
Unknown

Occupation:
Haru's Familiar

Physique:
For a man, Tramp is still considered short. While his legs didn't sustain many wounds before he died, his torso was riddled with bullets. They were removed during the autopsy, but he was never really properly preserved before burial and was in the ground a little too long. When he was dug up, he had started to decay, and his master had to do everything in her power to try and repair some of the damage so he could walk around. She wrapped him up as tightly as she could to keep together his flesh. Then she put him in some of his old clothes and tied a bandanna around his face to cover his nose and mouth. His hair is wispy at best, but his body is still together, and that is all she cares about.

While his skin is already a bit green and tight around certain bones, he kind of resembles himself a bit. He's just missing the color from his eyeballs, but he can see pretty well with Haru pulling on the puppet strings. And his nails are still the same length they were in life, so he'll be sure to rip out some throats sooner rather than later.

Personality:
Complete and absolute honor, respect, and loyalty to his master. Tramp cannot speak, his brain capacity is limited at best, so walking is about the best his can do. Fighting is even easier, as there is rarely any thought needed to swipe at someone with his long nails, or bite someone, or even kick them. He does everything for Haru, as he is instructed. He is now a guard dog, a fighter, with little to no emotion hiding behind his bandages. Anything he can express is simply Haru expressing it through him.

Story:
A wild child from birth, He was an ugly misshapen baby who was quickly abandoned by his horrified parents. He was raised in a poor orphanage, where he was the bullied, only to become the bully. It was ironic; the things that got him teased were the things that allowed him to reach the top. He learned from the get go, no… It was instinctual. He knew he had to fight to get anywhere, to get respect, to stop being teased. He challenged anyone who dared speak wrongly of him to a brawl and he`d come out on top. He had an unfair advantage with his claws, and his very sharp teeth.

Though, he was quickly kicked out of the orphanage; he was quickly considered a threat to the safety of the children inside. He was supposed to be locked up, but he escaped into the wilderness. He was only 10 years old, and for 4 years he lived in the wilderness surrounding Niwa.

The wilderness taught him true savagery. He hunted little critters and feasted on their delectable skin. He wasn't thinking, he was just acting. He sniffed the air, developing his scent. His clothes became ragged, and were torn through venturing the forest, and growing ever large in 4 years. Ezo made sure to remain out of sight from humans, though he was once mistaken for a creature and had to defend himself from a hunter. The human lived, but a rumor began about the so-called wolf boy.

More and more people went to the wilderness in search of him, and hunting became more difficult. Ezo accidentally made his way to the city, and hid in the alleys: the urban area. He was 14 years old and tough as he made his way into the slums where he was greeted by a band of thugs. The teasing began once more, and the jeering. They were obviously going to beat the freak, but Ezo remembered what happened at the orphanage.

His stay in the wilderness made him stronger, faster… These city boys posed little to no threat to him as he quickly dispatched their leader. He didn't kill him, no… Ezo had nothing in this city, and hunting for wild cats and dogs did not appeal to him. He became the leader of this small band of thugs. They were a small group. They`d do robberies, vandalism, harassment while keeping away from the territory of the larger gangs.

Ezo united other smaller gangs of ruffians under his banner. Ezo was always on the front line; let it be a gang war for territory, or a common robbery. Ezo got in many fights in his two years, and his body is filled with scars to prove it, but he remained victorious through them all… until…

The Skulk had been impeding on his territory, and that just wouldn't do. Their meeting was inevitable; the athletic and beastly Ezo and the beautiful and mischievous Vesper.

Their battle was an official bout of leaders. The deal was simple. Both gangs would merge regardless of who won, the winner was just going to be the one that`ll lead the way. Their fight was a close one to say the least… They were both extremely proficient fighters, the fight was brutal as well as elegant, but ultimately Ezo ended up on his back.

He was beaten. He lost his gang, everything he had gained. There she stood, the new leader looking down on him. His honor and pride was shattered. His only defeat… Her scent filled his nostril and she became his obsession. He was going to defeat her, but something inside of him strongly compelled him to obey her word.

He was content for a while beating the shit out of random people in the park, even killing some cops who managed to be a bit unlucky. Whenever he could fight, he would, whether Vesper told him to or not. But you could never say he didn't try to protect his pack. When they were threatened, he rose to the occasion. Until one night when he was too weak to fight back. He was losing a lot of blood, trying to find his way to Wade's place to get healed, when he met Haru. After that night, they spent a lot of time together, and for the first time, Ezo knew what it was like to love. His life no longer circled around fighting and killing; now he could be with someone else. The Skulk was starting to calm down, and not a lot of other gangs wanted to fight them, so his job was less needed at that point. He could spend as much time with her as he wanted.

Everything was perfect before the ESB showed up. A few months of fights back and forth, some cuts and scrapes, and Ezo knew he had to do something about them. But what? A few of his gang members suggested different things, but Vesper could never come around to pulling the trigger on those boys. The blonde was woefully against using guns to fight. She felt like they were dishonest and only used by cowards, and she was no coward.

Then one night, the ESB tipped the scales and booby-trapped the Skulk camp. Not knowing what he was walking into, Ezo tried his best to kill every last one of those fuckers before they could escape. But all that blood, all that death, unlocked something inside of him, and he became the monster he always knew he was. Not even Haru, the love of his life, could stop him from feasting on the ESB's corpses. He was finally shot to death by a police officer trying to save the Skulk kids, Haru included.

Hours after he was buried in the poor section of the cemetery reserved for criminals, he was suddenly woken back up and given new purpose. Now he was Tramp, and he was going to do whatever it took to protect his love again.

Gifts/Skills/Abilities/Powers:
Tramp can't feel pain, or heat, or cold. He does not hunger nor does he thirst. He's dead, and can only feel what his master allows him to feel. This can be helpful but also life-threatening (death-threatening?) as he will never be able to tell if he is on fire, or frostbitten, or if he's lost a limb.

Additional Information:
When not actively being used by Haru, Tramp sits around like a limp, lifeless doll, but his body has stopped decaying for some unknown reason. He could be around for a while.

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Gifts/Skills/Abilities/Powers:
Tramp can't feel pain, or heat, or cold. He does not hunger nor does he thirst. He's dead, and can only feel what his master allows him to feel. This can be helpful but also life-threatening (death-threatening?) as he will never be able to tell if he is on fire, or frostbitten, or if he's lost a limb.

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When not actively being used by Haru, Tramp sits around like a limp, lifeless doll, but his body has stopped decaying for some unknown reason. He could be around for a while.

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