Post by swiyth on Mar 23, 2009 11:22:52 GMT -5
Name: Katsuma Kato
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Student/Teacher: Student
Class: 2 - 3
Personality:
Naturally introverted, Katsuma doesn't go out to socialize often, much preferring the presence of a good book or doing what he likes. However, while introverted, Katsuma does not neglect his social life and he has, after some time, found acquaintances he is glad to call friends.
Katsuma is also very insistent on doing things that are perceived to be good, going out of his way to help someone. While he doesn't really care, he feels inclined to follow his parent's example, which is primarily that of altruism.
However, Katsuma's also a very proud individual, and that sometimes gets in the way of trying to help others that don't appreciate his help after it is rendered. As such, he can be pretty confrontational when it comes to things that irritate him on purpose.
In addition, Katsuma is also extremely lawful, prefering to handle things the way they were meant to be: by the book. As such, he can be a real stick-in-the-mud where rules are concerned. Paradoxically, he will also bend rules just to ensure his ideals are met. While the times he does this are rare and never for personal gain, he isn't particularly happy about it.
He's also a sucker for martial arts and wouldn't pass up an opportunity to learn something new. Like bungee jumping.
Positive Characteristics:
- Abides the laws.
- Calm.
- Thinks ahead.
- Focused.
Negative Characteristics:
- Self-absorbed at times.
- Quick to anger.
- Inflexible.
- Self-righteous.
- Proud.
Statistics:
- Courage: Daring
- Knowledge: Expert
- Expression: Persuasive
- Diligence: Persistent
- Understanding: Kindly
Appearance:
He's about 173cm tall, weighs about 70 kilos, black hair and has dark eyes.
Clubs: Dancing club, Martial Arts club
Weapons: Sword and gauntlet.
Persona: Raziel (Doesn't have it yet)
Arcana: Justice
Repel: -
Drain: -
Null: Light
Resist: Fire
Weak: Dark
Persona: Raguel
Arcana: Justice
Repel: Fire
Drain: -
Null: Light
Resist: Wind
Weak: Dark
History:
Katsuma was raised in the humble little country village known as Inaba since he was a child of five or six. He knew that he never always was here, of course. Flashes of the past dart into his mind while he dreams.
Dreams of blood and fire.
Every few weeks, he wakes up in the middle of the night, cold sweat plastering his hair to his forehead and his blanket tossed aside, his hands groping for a weapon that isn't there.
In the dreams, he saw his father and mother, both whose faces weren't shown, but he knew, somehow... He saw the moon. He saw people. Angry people. They shot arrows and chased the three of them with swords and make-shift spears. He saw what he knew was his old home, crumbling under it's own weight as the fires devoured it's wooden structure, casting eerie shadows around the village. The screaming and shouting and wailing was deafening to his ears, as his father panted, sweeping Katsuma into his arms as they sped into the forests. An arrow embeds itself in his father's right shoulder and he hears a grunt. He pants harder and harder. The arms he carries his child with sags for a moment, and he stumbles. He sees a few men catch up to his father as he bounced in his arms. One of them raises a sword, the distance closing quickly. Steel glinted menacingly in the night, his young eyes capturing every dreamnt detail as it swept down. His father crashes to the floor as he yelled, his mother slowing behind, but he couldn't see her on his way down with his dad. His father cradled Katsuma's head as he struggles to get up and Katsuma feels his father's grip weakening as someone comes closer, a sword raised as the sound of battle ringed into the jungle night. The coup de grace. Then he passes out.
Over the years, he learned the ways of the martial arts from his father and mother, seeking to strengthen his body as well as his mind. He pored through books of history, literature and biographies, learning about philosophy and leadership, in the hopes that his Bushido will protect him from the dreams that could be a sign of his future, or perhaps just a fragment of his lost past.
Karate, Judo, Kendo, Jiujitsu, Taekwondo, Hapkido, Wing Chun, he tried them all, and when he implemented what he wanted from those styles, his insatiable lust for knowledge would move him on. The same went for books he read, seeking those that would improve his skills or add another one to his repertoire. Needless to say, he sacrificed much of his time in the pursuit of knowledge.
As such, he never got much exposure to interactions outside the books he read. He was an outcast. The kids around the block never asked him to play football or anything. The jerks. His parents would urge him to go out, saying that children should learn to play and have fun and he would oblige, when they asked. He played basketball alone. Even so, he enjoyed a comfortable life with his parents, with them being the only ones he's opened up most to, sharing some of his problems. They even go on trips at least twice a year.
After his fourteenth birthday, Katsuma's father handed him a pair of katanas: Their family heirloom. Heck, he didn't even know they had katanas in this house. He accepted them gratefully, confident he has the wisdom of not just knowing how to fight, but when to. Plus, they looked kickass.
It was also around his fourteenth birthday that he put his crafting skills learned from books to use, creating a gauntlet with hidden blades in it. He rarely takes it off, after it's construction was completed, though it was flat enough so that he could hide it under his sleeves.
And on his fifteenth birthday, he found his first friend: A cancer victim. His grandfather. Choosing to forsake any chance of a cure, he chose to come to Inaba, to visit his daughter, son-in-law and grandson instead of going to a hospital. For the next few months, Katsuma bonded with his grandfather, learning the background of the Kato clan. Apparently, his great grandfather was a samurai, and that's where the swords came from. He also had the most badass stories.
Katsuma's interaction with his grandfather affected him greatly, shaping his character in the few months he was there, before he died. He was taught of honour, loyalty, peace and justice, despite his father's skepticism that his grandfather's profound sense of honour and loyalty were largely outdated.
But out of the huge respect Katsuma had for his grandfather, he held on tightly to those teachings, even after the old man withered away peacefully in his sleep.
During his grandfather's funeral, as the sky turned a foreboding grey and rain pattered on their white funeral gowns, he made an oath in whispered tones as a monk chanted verses. Amongst the pathetic culminations of relatives that barely numbered a dozen, facing his grandfather's best-looking grey-scale portrait, he swore an oath: He will uphold the justice his grandfather spoke so passionately of. For peace. For those he loved.
After his grandfather's death, he never cut his hair shorter than shoulder length, tying his hair up the same way his grandfather did. While it did earn him glances from the side, disapproval from the teachers for some time and a reputation, he paid it no mind. He never had many close friends, though after he went to Yasogami High, he occasionally would mingle with the crowds.
Most of them would shy away at first, due to his appearance. But over time, he came to know some of them, particularly those who don't mind how he looks. While some of them got closer to him as time goes by, he has never told anyone much about his past or his motivations before. Not even why he has that hair. While he is particular about people following rules, he doesn't force it onto people, as long as it isn't dangerous. As such, his lawfulness doesn't get in the way of his social interaction. Much. Even so, he makes it a habit not to mingle with brutes or thugs at all, considering them "Low" of sorts.
One night, after his trip to the 24-hour convenience store, he got into a tussle with a local gang who felt comfortable harassing passerbys, and while he was trained in martial arts, he was still inexperienced and very cocky, ultimately leading him to being overpowered and beaten up in an alley.
Katsuma passed out.
Bzzzttttt.....
His head hurts....Where was he?
Bzzzztttt......
What was that....? Sounds like...A radio...? Maybe...a TV...? But where was he...?
He felt his feet dragging on the floor, his boots scraping the floor loudly as someone dragged him by the armpits. He didn't really quite feel like he was here.
Bzzztttt...."Hello, welcome to- On tonight's weather for- Shares dropped twenty perce-" ....Bzzztttt......
It was getting louder. His head...It hurts...Where am I? Where's he...taking me?...
Bzzzt...........
......
It stinks, like a garbage dump site. Katsuma keeps dinner down. H...Huh. That's my stuff over there. L...Let go. He wills his eyes open a little wider, raising his head a little to see the bag of spilt groceries.
"L...Le...t...g..."
Can't....talk... Can... hardly even....Stay...Awake.....Feel like...puking....
Darkness began to creep into his visions. The curtain call for his consciousness. And perhaps his sanity. Katsuma feels himself and the guy dragging him stop. He wills his feet to move. To stand up. But his legs are so heavy. So stiff...He feels himself being pushed into something. His vision blurs, the darkness drowning him. So...Tired...
......
He barely notices the dark figure as he plummets backwards into wherever the stranger pushed him into, a square frame of light surrounding him. A moment of panic, as he gasps for air, his hands almost moving to grasp something, anything, to break his fall.
A dull thud.
Then Katsuma finds himself drifting into the company of his least favorite dream.
Did you read the rules?: I will pursue my true self.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Student/Teacher: Student
Class: 2 - 3
Personality:
Naturally introverted, Katsuma doesn't go out to socialize often, much preferring the presence of a good book or doing what he likes. However, while introverted, Katsuma does not neglect his social life and he has, after some time, found acquaintances he is glad to call friends.
Katsuma is also very insistent on doing things that are perceived to be good, going out of his way to help someone. While he doesn't really care, he feels inclined to follow his parent's example, which is primarily that of altruism.
However, Katsuma's also a very proud individual, and that sometimes gets in the way of trying to help others that don't appreciate his help after it is rendered. As such, he can be pretty confrontational when it comes to things that irritate him on purpose.
In addition, Katsuma is also extremely lawful, prefering to handle things the way they were meant to be: by the book. As such, he can be a real stick-in-the-mud where rules are concerned. Paradoxically, he will also bend rules just to ensure his ideals are met. While the times he does this are rare and never for personal gain, he isn't particularly happy about it.
He's also a sucker for martial arts and wouldn't pass up an opportunity to learn something new. Like bungee jumping.
Positive Characteristics:
- Abides the laws.
- Calm.
- Thinks ahead.
- Focused.
Negative Characteristics:
- Self-absorbed at times.
- Quick to anger.
- Inflexible.
- Self-righteous.
- Proud.
Statistics:
- Courage: Daring
- Knowledge: Expert
- Expression: Persuasive
- Diligence: Persistent
- Understanding: Kindly
Appearance:
He's about 173cm tall, weighs about 70 kilos, black hair and has dark eyes.
Clubs: Dancing club, Martial Arts club
Weapons: Sword and gauntlet.
Persona: Raziel (Doesn't have it yet)
Arcana: Justice
Repel: -
Drain: -
Null: Light
Resist: Fire
Weak: Dark
Persona: Raguel
Arcana: Justice
Repel: Fire
Drain: -
Null: Light
Resist: Wind
Weak: Dark
History:
Katsuma was raised in the humble little country village known as Inaba since he was a child of five or six. He knew that he never always was here, of course. Flashes of the past dart into his mind while he dreams.
Dreams of blood and fire.
Every few weeks, he wakes up in the middle of the night, cold sweat plastering his hair to his forehead and his blanket tossed aside, his hands groping for a weapon that isn't there.
In the dreams, he saw his father and mother, both whose faces weren't shown, but he knew, somehow... He saw the moon. He saw people. Angry people. They shot arrows and chased the three of them with swords and make-shift spears. He saw what he knew was his old home, crumbling under it's own weight as the fires devoured it's wooden structure, casting eerie shadows around the village. The screaming and shouting and wailing was deafening to his ears, as his father panted, sweeping Katsuma into his arms as they sped into the forests. An arrow embeds itself in his father's right shoulder and he hears a grunt. He pants harder and harder. The arms he carries his child with sags for a moment, and he stumbles. He sees a few men catch up to his father as he bounced in his arms. One of them raises a sword, the distance closing quickly. Steel glinted menacingly in the night, his young eyes capturing every dreamnt detail as it swept down. His father crashes to the floor as he yelled, his mother slowing behind, but he couldn't see her on his way down with his dad. His father cradled Katsuma's head as he struggles to get up and Katsuma feels his father's grip weakening as someone comes closer, a sword raised as the sound of battle ringed into the jungle night. The coup de grace. Then he passes out.
Over the years, he learned the ways of the martial arts from his father and mother, seeking to strengthen his body as well as his mind. He pored through books of history, literature and biographies, learning about philosophy and leadership, in the hopes that his Bushido will protect him from the dreams that could be a sign of his future, or perhaps just a fragment of his lost past.
Karate, Judo, Kendo, Jiujitsu, Taekwondo, Hapkido, Wing Chun, he tried them all, and when he implemented what he wanted from those styles, his insatiable lust for knowledge would move him on. The same went for books he read, seeking those that would improve his skills or add another one to his repertoire. Needless to say, he sacrificed much of his time in the pursuit of knowledge.
As such, he never got much exposure to interactions outside the books he read. He was an outcast. The kids around the block never asked him to play football or anything. The jerks. His parents would urge him to go out, saying that children should learn to play and have fun and he would oblige, when they asked. He played basketball alone. Even so, he enjoyed a comfortable life with his parents, with them being the only ones he's opened up most to, sharing some of his problems. They even go on trips at least twice a year.
After his fourteenth birthday, Katsuma's father handed him a pair of katanas: Their family heirloom. Heck, he didn't even know they had katanas in this house. He accepted them gratefully, confident he has the wisdom of not just knowing how to fight, but when to. Plus, they looked kickass.
It was also around his fourteenth birthday that he put his crafting skills learned from books to use, creating a gauntlet with hidden blades in it. He rarely takes it off, after it's construction was completed, though it was flat enough so that he could hide it under his sleeves.
And on his fifteenth birthday, he found his first friend: A cancer victim. His grandfather. Choosing to forsake any chance of a cure, he chose to come to Inaba, to visit his daughter, son-in-law and grandson instead of going to a hospital. For the next few months, Katsuma bonded with his grandfather, learning the background of the Kato clan. Apparently, his great grandfather was a samurai, and that's where the swords came from. He also had the most badass stories.
Katsuma's interaction with his grandfather affected him greatly, shaping his character in the few months he was there, before he died. He was taught of honour, loyalty, peace and justice, despite his father's skepticism that his grandfather's profound sense of honour and loyalty were largely outdated.
But out of the huge respect Katsuma had for his grandfather, he held on tightly to those teachings, even after the old man withered away peacefully in his sleep.
During his grandfather's funeral, as the sky turned a foreboding grey and rain pattered on their white funeral gowns, he made an oath in whispered tones as a monk chanted verses. Amongst the pathetic culminations of relatives that barely numbered a dozen, facing his grandfather's best-looking grey-scale portrait, he swore an oath: He will uphold the justice his grandfather spoke so passionately of. For peace. For those he loved.
After his grandfather's death, he never cut his hair shorter than shoulder length, tying his hair up the same way his grandfather did. While it did earn him glances from the side, disapproval from the teachers for some time and a reputation, he paid it no mind. He never had many close friends, though after he went to Yasogami High, he occasionally would mingle with the crowds.
Most of them would shy away at first, due to his appearance. But over time, he came to know some of them, particularly those who don't mind how he looks. While some of them got closer to him as time goes by, he has never told anyone much about his past or his motivations before. Not even why he has that hair. While he is particular about people following rules, he doesn't force it onto people, as long as it isn't dangerous. As such, his lawfulness doesn't get in the way of his social interaction. Much. Even so, he makes it a habit not to mingle with brutes or thugs at all, considering them "Low" of sorts.
One night, after his trip to the 24-hour convenience store, he got into a tussle with a local gang who felt comfortable harassing passerbys, and while he was trained in martial arts, he was still inexperienced and very cocky, ultimately leading him to being overpowered and beaten up in an alley.
Katsuma passed out.
Bzzzttttt.....
His head hurts....Where was he?
Bzzzztttt......
What was that....? Sounds like...A radio...? Maybe...a TV...? But where was he...?
He felt his feet dragging on the floor, his boots scraping the floor loudly as someone dragged him by the armpits. He didn't really quite feel like he was here.
Bzzztttt...."Hello, welcome to- On tonight's weather for- Shares dropped twenty perce-" ....Bzzztttt......
It was getting louder. His head...It hurts...Where am I? Where's he...taking me?...
Bzzzt...........
......
It stinks, like a garbage dump site. Katsuma keeps dinner down. H...Huh. That's my stuff over there. L...Let go. He wills his eyes open a little wider, raising his head a little to see the bag of spilt groceries.
"L...Le...t...g..."
Can't....talk... Can... hardly even....Stay...Awake.....Feel like...puking....
Darkness began to creep into his visions. The curtain call for his consciousness. And perhaps his sanity. Katsuma feels himself and the guy dragging him stop. He wills his feet to move. To stand up. But his legs are so heavy. So stiff...He feels himself being pushed into something. His vision blurs, the darkness drowning him. So...Tired...
......
He barely notices the dark figure as he plummets backwards into wherever the stranger pushed him into, a square frame of light surrounding him. A moment of panic, as he gasps for air, his hands almost moving to grasp something, anything, to break his fall.
A dull thud.
Then Katsuma finds himself drifting into the company of his least favorite dream.
Did you read the rules?: I will pursue my true self.