Post by Hunter on Apr 17, 2010 16:14:30 GMT -5
My Name Is Shiroten Vladimir Barboos
Ready or not. No attention to waste
Every sorrow of the soul will read my name
When I cease to exist
Ready or not. No attention to waste
Every sorrow of the soul will read my name
When I cease to exist
Behind The Man (Or Woman)
Name: Cam
Age: 24
Experience: 9-10 Years
How Did You Find Us?: It's my site
Who Are You?
Full Name: Shiroten Vladimir Barboos
Codename: Hunter
Nicknames: Shiro, Vlad
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Date of Birth: 21/3
Birthplace: New York City
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: X-Mansion
Alignment: Hero
Team Affiliation: X-Student
Claim: Uryû Ishida
Wow, You Look, Wow.
Height: 6ft
Weight: 186lbs
Build: Athletic
Hair: medium, blacky/blue
Eyes: dark brown
Physical Mutations: none
Outstanding Looks: nothing
Overall: Standing at five foot eight and a slender build his does not look like much, he would be the last person someone would call intimidating. Even though he looks quite slender he is wiry with his muscles which when they see his body out of his clothing is quite surprising. He has his mother’s Japanese looks with medium length blacky blue hair and dark brown, almost black eyes. His skin his quite pale, but he gets that from his father, not his mother.
His normal style of dress in typical skater punk. He wears baggy black skater trousers hanging down slightly with his boxers on show. He also wears a black bullet belt and a pair of trainers. His upper body is covered in a long sleeve jersey with his thumbs going through the sleeves. He also has a satchel with a number if different tags stitched into it. He will sometimes wear thin wire glasses, even though he prefers to wear contacts.
Really, What Are You Like?
Likes: Extreme Sports, Post Hardcore Music, Motorbikes, Skateboards, Being Active.
Dislikes: Being Bored, Conformists, Pop Music, The Government, Racists.
Overall: To put Shiroten, or Shiro to his mates, down simply, to put him into two words, Adrenalin Junky. He lives for the thrill, and will do just about anything if he can get that adrenaline rush he almost craves. He is also a big music nut, and loves Post Hardcore music most of all, his favourite band being Bless The Fall. He’s not that talented at any instrument, but he can hold a note when it comes to singing, but he doubts he could go any further with his singing then just simply karaoke and open mic nights.
He is very family orientated and would kill and be killed to protect them. He loves all of his family and would put the family honour before his own safety. If someone messes with his family they would be in for a world of hurt. This is one thing a person must understand if they wish to get along with him.
The greatest fear Shiro has is split into two sections, but both are linked to each other. The first, and the more potent fear would be immobilisation, the fear of not being able to use his body, it terrifies him to no end. The second section is; when he would be immobilised he would feel useless, and that also truly scares him, he truly fears not being able to help people anymore.
I Can See, I Can Fight!
Strengths: [Archery, Free Running, Base Jumping, Skateboarding.
Weaknesses: Cold Environments: When in the cold he finds it very hard to use his enhanced abilities. His joints stiffen up, so his jumping and reflexes become far less effective, plus the cold blurs his eyesight, making his enhanced sight less effective as well. To put it simply, put him in the cold, his enhanced abilities do not work.
Power Stamina: When using his Psychic Energy Projection, or PEP, he will tire depending on how much energy he uses. At the moment he tires quickly, so he can only use this power for a certain amount of time. ((When he gains more skill with this ability it will no longer be a weakness, and I will work on a new weakness for him.))
His Family: If a person would want to get to Shiro they could go through his family. If they had them in any danger two thing may happen. One he would be too fearful for their safety to do anything and would submit to them. Two he would get so angry he would find it hard to stay focused and this would lead to mistakes.
Mutant Class: Beta
Powers: Enhanced Abilities (Reflexes, Sight, Jumping)
Reflexes: He is new to his powers so at the moment his reflexes are not superhuman, as they will become in the future. He can block most standard speed punches and kicks, but when this power become full evolved, he can react quick enough to grab a bullet out of mid air, but if it’s multiple bullets, all at once, like a machine gun, well he reaction would be, get the hell out of the way.
Sight: This power is simple enough, he can see great distances and has better aim then any human could have, to put it simply his eyes are better then any sight for a sniper rifle, but this is not fully evolved yet either, but his eyesight is still very good. At the moment his eyesight can see twice the distance of most humans, but when it is fully evolved it will see perfectly for six times the amount of any human.
Jumping: His jumping ability goes hand in hand with his reflexes. He can, at the moment jump up to one storey high and just a bit further then that when it comes to distance. When it is fully developed he can jump three times the distance and height of when he first started. When mixed with his enhanced reflexes, when they both finish developing, he could, not in one go, he would need something for foot or hand holds, take buildings like the empire state building with very little trouble.
Psychic Energy Projection.
This is his major power. At the moment he tiers very quickly when using it, but when he does he can shoot Psychic energy out of him, in the form of arrows. It will not grow in power, but when he gets more use to it, he could concentrate more energy, or fire at a greater rate without tiring as quickly.
The Past Shapes Us.
Mother: Shiori Barboos
Father: Vladimir Barboos
Siblings: None
Other: Tremill and Trudy Barboos, (younger Cousins on father’s side, twins), Paul Barboos (Older cousin on father’s side) Ivan Barboos (Uncle), Jessica Barboos (Aunty)
History: His mother Japanese, his father Russian, even his heritage is extreme. He was born in Lower Manhattan, New York City. They lived in a two bedroom apartment on Fourteenth Street. His father was a butcher and his mother was a stay at home mum. He did not know his father that well, because, even though they lived together, his father was always working. He loved his mother with all of his heart and was glad she had named him Shiroten, because it was like her name, Shiori.
As soon as he was old enough to walk he was getting into stunts and that started off with skateboarding, he loved and still does love the sport and everything to do with it. His mother did not mind, as long as it kept him out of mischief. He was out and about all day and, until his mother asked him home, was out at night. He was about six when he started to learn tricks, and by the time he was seven he was already doing all the basic tricks well, and was starting on some grinding and ramp tricks.
His father did not like it, but he saw how happy he was on a board so he let him play, but he told his son, as soon as he was thirteen he would start to work with him in the butchers. Shiroten, or Shiro to his friends, agreed to this, since he knew skateboarding would not pay the bills, well unless he managed to go pro.
He was thirteen, and as agreed he started up at the butchers as a delivery boy. He made the work fun, using his skateboard to get from place to place. It was also around this time he started archery, and free running. He used his free running to make quick work of the crowds that his skateboard could not get by.
He was nineteen when it happened. One night he was coming home and he saw something. His mother was being attacked. The rage inside of him built up and he ran and went to pounce on them, but the enhanced jumping kicked in and he leapt over them. Then the reflexes kicked in as well and he planted his feet on the wall. He was to slow and they had already run away. He saw they were a great distance away, but yet he could still see them. He pulled out his bow and arrow and went to shoot, but the arrow melted and something else hit them.
He knew what he was, he was a mutant, and he knew he needed to find someone to help him master his powers, but who would help him? He ran to his mother to see if she was ok. She asked what had happened and he had explained the past events.
When Shiro told his mother he was a mutant she knew exactly what to do. His cousins were also mutants and went to a place called The Xavier School for Gifted Children. She phoned up The Xavier Institute and told them about the situation. He was now on his way to the house that Xavier built, but what would happen, well, that is the question.
RP Example:
(Shiro was standing behind the counter. The new decks had just come in so the shop was packed full of people. There were nine year olds dreaming of having enough cash to people his age who had put some of the money aside to get one. Shiroten had already put the money in the counter and taken one for himself. He did not really need it, but the graphics on it were amazing so he thought he would buy it, just in case he wanted to build himself a new board.
All of a sudden a man, that in no way shape or form looked like a boarder. Maybe a father looking to get his son a birthday present, that could only be it, it was the most logical explanation. He served a couple of customers, when he noticed that the man was looking at him. He began to grow suspicious, he had a strange feeling, and he did not like it, not one bit. He went back to serving customers. He looked at the man from time to time, but he was still there standing and watching.
The day did not end quickly, and by the end of it Shiro was exhausted, he had never seen the shop so busy, but that was probably because he had only been working there for about a month. He looked over where the man was standing, he had gone. He made a mental sigh in relief, that man was seriously giving him the creeps. He looked over at the store owner. He looked worse off then he was. He walked up to him and spoke,
“Why don’t you let me close up tonight Ricky?”
Without a word he nodded and threw Shiro the keys, he caught them, naturally. He watched Ricky leave; he then looked around a picked one of the boards for himself. Ricky was a keen skateboarder, and, even though he owned the store, he was not that much older then Shiro. It was probably why they got along so well. He sighed and smiled looking around at the items, pricing some stuff up, since, during the day, he had made a decision to make that new board around his new deck.
After finding the items he wanted he put the cash for them in the till, well not all of them he still needed to keep a few dollars for some food and to put money in the meter. He then made his was through the items on the closing down checklist. He smiled when he was done, taking the new deck, trucks and wheels he had bought, he still needed the bearings, they were the cheapest item, but he thought there was no point, and he might actually have a spare set laying about in his apartment. With that he made his way into the night.)
All of a sudden a man, that in no way shape or form looked like a boarder. Maybe a father looking to get his son a birthday present, that could only be it, it was the most logical explanation. He served a couple of customers, when he noticed that the man was looking at him. He began to grow suspicious, he had a strange feeling, and he did not like it, not one bit. He went back to serving customers. He looked at the man from time to time, but he was still there standing and watching.
The day did not end quickly, and by the end of it Shiro was exhausted, he had never seen the shop so busy, but that was probably because he had only been working there for about a month. He looked over where the man was standing, he had gone. He made a mental sigh in relief, that man was seriously giving him the creeps. He looked over at the store owner. He looked worse off then he was. He walked up to him and spoke,
“Why don’t you let me close up tonight Ricky?”
Without a word he nodded and threw Shiro the keys, he caught them, naturally. He watched Ricky leave; he then looked around a picked one of the boards for himself. Ricky was a keen skateboarder, and, even though he owned the store, he was not that much older then Shiro. It was probably why they got along so well. He sighed and smiled looking around at the items, pricing some stuff up, since, during the day, he had made a decision to make that new board around his new deck.
After finding the items he wanted he put the cash for them in the till, well not all of them he still needed to keep a few dollars for some food and to put money in the meter. He then made his was through the items on the closing down checklist. He smiled when he was done, taking the new deck, trucks and wheels he had bought, he still needed the bearings, they were the cheapest item, but he thought there was no point, and he might actually have a spare set laying about in his apartment. With that he made his way into the night.)
