Post by setsuna on Sept 28, 2009 22:10:36 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
SetsunaMuramasa
[/size][/color]SetsunaMuramasa??I am a woman and i am about 21 You can contact me[pm]I currently live in the Eastern UStime zone.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font]
Cigarettes
Sake
Guns
Violence
knightmares
Fears:
Failure
Capture
The death of Japanese civilians
Losing a limb
Being poisoned
Addictions:
Cigarettes
tea
training
fighting
angry music
Characters Position:[/font] Black Knight
If Other, what is it?:
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Naomi Muramasa - mother - deceased
Ishio Muramasa- father - deceased
Shinji Muramasa - older brother - deceased
Aya Muramasa - younger sister - Britannian P.O.W.
Description:
Setsuna stands 5'6 , weighting 130 lbs of muscle. She has a light/medium muscle tone due to her extensive personal training. Setsuna keeps her black hair short at all times, almost in a boyish haircut. She tends to wear baggy cargo pants and open fatigue shirts over tanktops. She is sledom seen without her aviator glasses.
Personality:[/font]
Many would describe Setsuna simply as ‘volatile’. Given her history she has plenty of issues, and they all gather in a mass of horrible emotions that tend to erupt with little warning. The phrase ‘short fuse’ comes to mind.
Dealing with Setsuna isn’t usually easy, specially if you start to dwell deeper into her psyche. However, despite all her flaws, Setsuna is a faithful friend who will not let you down. She is a firm believer in a free Japan, and a strong, spiteful, and at times even excessive hater of Britannians.
Setsuna is no master strategist, and she has no patience for mind games or chess games. In fact, the only time she shows patience is when holding a sniper rifle. However, she is a strong determined warrior who doesn’t give up. She will destroy her target at all costs. It would seem that it is only in combat that Setsuna is capable of channeling her anger int a useful way. She lives for war, enjoys it even. While many recruits would be shivering in a foxhole crying as the bombs fall, Setsuna would be calm, cleaning her fingernails with a combat knife, waiting for the enemy to reload so she can move out.
At times, specially in the heat of an extended battle, Setsuna will enter a near berserk mode. This happens when something triggers a memory of her sister, her family, or her time as a servant. When this happens it is very hard to get her out of her state, and it is usually best to hang back and let her wear herself out.
History:
Setsuna was born in Shinjuku to a middle-class family. Many of the details about this time have been blurred in Setsuna’s damaged mind, but by what she remembers it was a happy, normal childhood. Loving parents, average school performance, few good friends... life was perfect.
Her days in highschool were also rather normal, the typical life of an average Japanese student. Setsuna was never part of the popular clique, but she wasn’t shunned either. She was simply an average student with few but good friends, and who hung out with her siblings quite often, specially her sister Aya, whom she took care of most of the time, even if Aya didn’t seem to appreciate it most of the time, since she was just a year younger. This all ended when Britannia invaded Japan. Like many families, Setsuna’s was another casualty of war. First her mother, who was out shopping for groceries when the Britannian forces made a surprise assault on a nearby Japanese military base... then her father and brother in actual battle. Her father was in the military reserve, and her brother enlisted the moment the war broke out. Her father died in the field of battle, while her brother’s unit was ambushed and he was captured. He died in a public execution once Britannia took over Japan for sure. Setsuna, for some reason, insisted in attending the execution. The images still haunt her dreams to this day.
Now 17, Setsuna was allowed to live on her own in Shinjuku. Her sister, though, being 16, was put in a foster home. Setsuna still saw her at school and they would hang out as much as possible. Setsuna cut all ties with her old friends... she was already changing.
Setsuna and Aya would speak for hours about their hatred of Britannia. Setsuna saw this as a healthy way to vent, but apparently it had a different effect on Aya. It wasn’t long before Aya had joined a protest group. Just two days after Setsuna’s 18th birthday Aya and her protest group had been arrested by Britannian forces. Setsuna hopes Aya is still alive, but to this day, she has no idea where Aya is being held, or even if she is still alive.
Being out of highschool and incredibly depressed at the last semblance of a family was taken from her, Setsuna began looking for a job. Being an 11, she had few choices, and in the end she had to succumb to being a maid for a Britannian family. Like many 11s working for Britannian nobility, Setsuna was faced with a constant bombardment of racial and demeaning comments day after day. Eventually every person reaches a breaking point... well, Setsuna’s was not pretty. The day was November 19... and after the lady of the house threw a fit about Setsuna taking so long to cook because her mother was a no-good primitive, well... Setsuna couldn’t take it any more. Armed with a butcher knife, a broom, and whatever else she could find, Setsuna proceeded to violently kill the entire family, one by one. The whole incident is a blur in Setsuna’s mind. A fit of rage. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t a total black out... and at times, she recalls details. It is wise not to ask her ‘what’s so funny’ if she suddenly breaks into laughter for no apparent reason. The answer might not be what you’d want to hear...
After the murders, Setsuna fled the house. She never returned to her excuse of an apartment in Shinjuku. She chopped her long hair in a haste, destroyed her ID, and vanished into the wilderness.
She wandered for days in the wilderness, until she was finally found by a small rebel cell. She joined them without a second thought, and began to train with them. For months the members of this small cell believed Setsuna was a mute, for she wouldn’t talk. Eventually she opened up to them, and began making friends with many of them.
Setsuna went off in many hit-and-run attacks with the rebel cell. She saw quite a few of her comrades die, but she never failed to stay focused during combat.
Eventually, like many small rebel cells, Setsuna’s was contacted by the Black Knights and taken in. This is how Setsuna became a Black Knight. Given her veteran status and incredible mission success ratio, Setsuna was offered a high rank. She declined, stating that she was a shock trooper, and she would stay as such.
Goal or Dream:
[*code]To liberate Japan, and to kill every single Britannian she encounters.[*/code]
••'' Hey I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction:United States of Japan
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color]{* = Required}[/center]*Login Name: setsuna
Location: Ohio, US
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
Xandra sat at the end of the padded box. It was a very tiny room, adding restriction to her already restricted body. She was wearing a white straight jacket, belts and buckles everywhere, as it held her arms wrapped around her body, a remote-controlled mechanical lock placed on the sleeves, making sure there's no way she can pull herself out of it.
She just sat there, legs spread out in their matching white pants, barefooted, her hair a mess as it fell over her face, hiding her haunting eyes. She seemed asleep, but it was always hard to tell with Xandra.
A loud buzzing made her jerk her head up, before she was slammed back against the wall behind her as her mechanical lock became magnetized through the padded wall, forcing her to sit straight and unable to pull away from the wall... or even slide to the sides. This meant she had a visitor, and as the heavy iron door behind the padding creaked loudly, this theory became true.
Xandra gave a toothy grin to the Admiral. He had his name on his uniform, but Xandra didn't care to read it... to her, he was just an obstacle, and a key to her release.
The Admiral brought in another person, though... a girl about two years older than Xandra. This raised the curiosity of this psychotic genius.
Ok, Xandra... since you don't wish to cooperate in out psychiatric research, we've decided to bring an experienced Empath to prod into your mind and document what the 'Incident' did to your psyche. Normally we need to do paperwork before we can do this in a medical institution, but given the circumstances I've been given clerance by Princess Gweneviere herself to do this. Informed the Admiral, before he nodded to the girl.
Xandra turned her eyes to the empathic girl as she sat on the floor on front of her, stupidly, between her spread-out legs. Xandra didn't react as she noticed this early mistake, though she was internally surprised that the Admiral didn't correct the girl.
Alright, just try to relax said the empath, closing her eyes and starting to concentrate. Xandra took the moment of preparation to look over the girl. She had short brown hair, an innocence to her face that proved she wasn't a warrior... she was a medic. A psychological medic at that. To Xandra that meant this girl was queasy and weak. A line of freckles adorned her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her uniform was simple, the typical medical uniform involving a one-piece white dress, mid-thigh long, with a red cross over the left breast. In this case, it was sleeveless, given the controlled environment of the ship.
Alright, take a deep breath. the girl said, as she opened her eyes and stared at Xandra.
Xandra just smiled as she felt the needle-like feeling on her skull, the feeling of an experienced Empath entering a mind. However... it didn't seem to go very far into her brain. Xandra chuckled softly, watching the girl's confused expression, as she tried to prod deeper, but could barely scratch the surface of Xandra's twisted mind.
The medic girl finally gave up after five minutes of failure, turning to the Admiral, still sitting, Sir... I don't understand No one, not even another Empath, can block a Mind Hack. My skills are absolute, and still, I can't prod past her Halo*.
The Admiral furrowed his brows, giving out a thoughtful growl, Try again, try concentrating harder.
The girl nodded, turning to Xandra again, closing her eyes.
It was then that Xandra finally spoke, ...I'm bored already... she said, her voice slightly raspy from keeping quiet for so long, ...you won't get anywhere, girl. My mind is unreadable. Besides... believe me... you don't wanna go there...
The medical girl kept doing her breathing exercises, meditating harder, still getting ready to try to prod again. Xandra sighed, before raising her legs and quickly locking her ankles behind the girl's head, pulling her forward, reaching forward with her upper torso, mouth open wide as it clamped on the girl's shoulder, teeth sinking in hard. The girl let out a shriek of surprise and pain as Xandra's teeth actually cut through the cloth and to her skin.
Guards the Admiral called, pulling out his remote for the mechanical lock. He was tempted to hit the 'restrain' button, but that would send a massive amount of electricity through Xandra, and because of her contact with the medical girl, it would damage her too.
Two guards rushed in, the medical girl crying, weakly and instinctly trying to somehow pry Xandra's jaws off her with her hands. The guards approached, aiming their guns at her, RELEASE HER AT ONCE
Xandra's eyes turned to them, her red eye focusing on one of them, before a burst sound filled the room, and the guard's clothes caught on fire under his light armor. The Admiral rushed out of the room as this happened. The guard on fire ran around screaming in agonizing pain, as the other guard quickly took out a small fire extinguishing device from his belt and began working on putting his comrade's flaming dilemma out.
Xandra shifted her legs, placing a foot on the girl's upper gut, before shoving her away, while pulling back with her head. The girl let out a horrid scream of pure agony as she was thrown back, drops of crimson staining the paddings. Xandra chewed silently, as the girl got up, shivering, holding her shoulder as it bled between her fingers. She looked at Xandra in pure terror, before rushing out, stumbling along the way.
Xandra stared as the girl ran out, swallowing. Her mouth region was covered in blood that dripped down to her white straight jacket. She spit out a piece of cloth from the girl's uniform, before chuckling.
The guard had been put out, and his comrade dragged him out, closing the door behind him. A low hum and Xandra was released from the wall magnet. She closed her eyes in preparation, before letting out a shriek of her own as the restraining function of her jacket's mechanical lock was activated, sending a current of painful electricity through her slender body. It lasted for a couple of seconds, making her body twitch violently, legs kicking, as she pressed against the padded wall. Once it was done, she let out a long sigh, slumping to the side, eyes still open as she forced herself to remain awake, looking at the door. A smile formed on her face...
They brought you along... she said softly, as she realized something she hadn't felt before, ...my body... they brought you along...
* Halo: a term used by Empaths. the Halo is the outer casing of a mind. An area of abstract material, mainly the 'waste' of the mind. It consists mainly of discarded thoughts and neutral psychic energy released by the brain as it guides the body through natural automatic bodily functions such as hear-beat and breathing.
*Role Playing Experience in Years: 13
-Forgotten Realms chat room: the chat room does not exist any more. I played a myriad of characters, from eccentric demons to strange pandimensional beings with no concern for the petty quarrels of the mortals in the tavern.
-numerous other chat rooms now dead: there were at least three other chat rooms that we migrated to after the fall of Forgotten Realms. In those other chat rooms I was introduced to the Furry sub-culture, and enjoyed playing quite a few furry characters. Most of my characters had a similar theme: demonic, psychotic, homicidal, and usually extremely sexual. However, I did like to mix it up. I played a few Star Wars original characters including my feared sith lord Darth Necros. At one point I also played a hemopheliac who only spoke in rhymes and prose.
-Star Wars Forever: this was my venture into forum-based roleplay. Originally just a forum for star wars fans in my area, it later included a very intense roleplay. In it I played all sorts of wicked villains to keep the story going [many of which perished in epic battles].
-Silent Hill Nightmare: probably one of my most enjoyable forum roleplay experiences. Silent Hill Nightmare lasted over five years with just a handful of dedicated players. In it I played everything from regular people stuck in the town to escaped lunatics, a witch, and even one of the gods of the town in a time I had taken over as ‘gm’. But, in time, the group died, and most of us players grew apart.
-numerous adult rps I will not mention by name: Most of these were hosted by me. One in particularly was VERY successful, with over 20 active members. I will not make people swallow hard and scowl at me with the details of the characters I played, but they were in the full spectrum from naive to sadomasochistic.
-Angel Technologies: a full yuri rp with an intricate story that I hosted in Yahoo Groups. At one point it had over 20 posts per day. Being the admin/gm I had over 30 active characters. Although it was a yuri rp, the story was deep and complex, involving political corruption, magical technologies, and a ruthless empress hell-bent on world domination. It too died over time, as players became too busy with real life affairs.
-Twilight Reality: another board of mine that was not as successful, thanks to the rubbish of proboards. Twilight Reality revolved around a world of my invention. I played quite a number of characters, including the leaders of many of the nations, and a few others in order to keep everyone entertained. My characters included a vulture humanoid that specialized in the creation of amulets, a flirtatious dragon that preferred to stay in human form and hang out with farmers to escape the stress of military uprisings, a war priest with doubts on his faith who later fell in love with a demon he had rescued... and so many others.
-Silent Hill: Inferno: my own take on the Silent Hill universe. This was also one of my boards. Here I played a gang-affiliated female assassin with serious anger problems, a serial-killer rock star with strange supernatural aptitudes, and even a pious conservative woman with a deep hatred for all my other characters.
-Stardust Rain: one of my original rps that I refuse to give up [would actually like to make it an affiliate of this site]. In Stardust I played, as usual, a myriad of characters. From psychotic mech pilots to strange giant insects with a faint resemblance of sentience.
There is so much more to this list, but most of it I either can’t recall or won’t recall at the moment. In short I’ve played everything from children to animals to adults to gods. No one has ever complained about my roleplaying abilities, given I always give a full spectrum of personality to all my characters [unless they aren’t supposed to be sentient] and even while playing gods I make sure not to abuse of the power they have. I’ve only killed the characters others wished to dispose of, and with quite some remorse I might add... and my own characters... well, they are quite mortal. At times I chose to have them die just for the dramatic impulse it would have on a storyline. [/center]
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