Post by haitian on Jul 9, 2009 20:53:36 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
Bob Kingwe
[/size][/color]Bob Kingwe
♦♦I am a man and i am about 23 You can contact mePM)I currently live in the ---time zone.[/center]
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Interests:[/font]{At least 5}
->Obscurity
->Anonymity
->Extortion
->Death
->Genuine
Fears:{At least 5}
->Revelations
->Trust
->Omnipotence
->Life
->Hypocrisy
Addictions:{At least 5}
->Cocaine
->Haitians
->Water
->Rape
->Fear
Characters Position:[/font] [Other]
If Other, what is it?:
Geass Dictoriate
••''Back in the day...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Name all your Siblings!
None.
Description:
Face:
Soakudo's face is normal size and a feature about him, is his nose is highly sensitive and it's often moves to make it look smaller trying to close up to avoid smells. Soakudo's eyes were fairly particular in this situation. His eyes being completely white, showing no sign of an Iris. His hair is a semi-bright green color,that puffs up into an Afro of two feet in surrounding length, which stuns many opponents due to its atrocity. Though most people think he needs to tame his hair as it has many split ends that make him look freaky. His mouth in combination as he smirks, giving him an intimidating face. His face is a dark brown due to the fact that he is Haitian, in collaboration with the rest of his upper body.
Upper Body:
His upper body is somewhat muscular. He has a big six pack on him, that isn't bulging muscle, but enough to make him have some type of strength, his arms are very long and have a very good biceps and triceps giving the slight indentation that his arms are longer than normal. With this in mind he has a very good range of attack. Though he appears to be tough, which contradicts the point that he doesn't have a mark on him. What suits don't do to the same extent they once did is reveal the wearer's background. In our sartorially egalitarian age, one doesn't need to be a blue blood or an Ivy grad to occupy the corner office or know the name of the best tailors. Although it is redundant, due to the fact that the doll can easily change his appearance.
Height & Weight:
His weight is not much compared to others and comes to about one-hundred seventy pounds. As he is a speed demon fighter, it is expected of him to be lighter so that he can move faster than others. Though sometimes, this can be a nuisance. Most of them pick on him by surprise attack for fun as his weight makes him fall easier. His height is where he really shines though at 6'9". Most that don't know him are intimidated by him being much taller than him. Only people who know him actually look at him at eye level on a friend basis, though he has the name Soakudo because of his attributes. His upper body is brown like the rest.
Lower Body:
Soakudo's lower body is longer than his upper body, and could be called long legged. Having such long leg's give him the ability to be a much faster running speed. His legs not only have a lot to do with speed, but also to do with how he attacks the opponent. He can use leg movement's to trick how they receive his movements by going the other way. His legs aren't the best built though, but are much like his upper body. His legs are also good for jumping from place to place. Other than that, not many notable features can be told here, since it is just his legs.
Personality:[/font]
That the world is a game is an excuse used by more than one soul to explain away precisely -why- they find the ideas of mundane thought to be alternately boring and hysterical, but it is again applied to Bob. Take a mind gifted with a proper intellect and give it room to grow, and then introduce to it the lure that all of reality could be understood and controlled-one only had to study it from the proper angle. This mind would belong to a young boy born in the shadow of the towers of others. The key? Water.
Bob possesses just enough intellect to see past the games of breakfast, lunch and bed, and not quite enough to know that buckling down and working to control the world was a far safer venue that setting yourself up as a demonic lord. But to hear it from him, the latter itself would be foolishness; there are far greater prizes to be won than kingdoms or even gods. Bob has an ambition which burns inside him to possess reality itself, and to those ends there is nothing sacred. All those who would cling to the practice of gaining traditional power or worshiping deities who seem so weak on their own thrones are considered lacking in ambition by the man, who tends to see rules and restrictions as challenges for growth. The concepts of dark arts are laughable for Bob, who sees no such thing as good or evil. Morality, in his eyes, is set down by the gods to be followed by quaking mortal sheep, and if you need not obey them then why should you abstain? For this reason, it is quite simple for the man to perform deeds which could be considered perversions of nature or of justice-why bother stopping? Who was going to catch you? The police? Well, if you were weak enough or shortsighted enough to be stopped by a -cop-, then you deserved your fate.
Understandably, Bob thinks of the divine as being nothing more than overgrown humans who have power that they should keep better watch over lest it be taken from them. There is no reason in his eyes as to why a human cannot attain that level, particularly not when the gods pluck away souls and then bind them to their wants.
By the same token, Bob suffers from feeling as if there are no absolutes in the world. He occasionally tires of his own games, knowing by his own logic that reality is only what he is reaching for, and if he should put his side of the playing pieces down then there are no stories of justice or morals to rally him back. He is far too proud to resort to giving into such illusions, however,
What do you do when you see the seams of the world and also see just how frail they truly are? When you can shake out the game of mortal lives and bind it to your own ambition to give it its only worth, what rule is there to command you when the nights are quiet and the rewards not as bright as they had once seemed to be?
You entertain yourself. Bob has no intentions yet of giving into the same despair which his own logics have brought him to, and if his laughter is a little too wild and a little too out of control-forgive him, he's only having a long day.
Bob also has a noted lack of patience, expecting other people to at least be enrolled in whichever task they claim to be intent on. Those who will not either admit to having no interest or no purpose in being involved with a subject are only wastes of time. When the necromancer has a more relaxed schedule, he does not mind being diverted, but when he is fixed upon a task he demands for it to be completed and to the flames can be resigned any who do not intend to help or get out of his way. Because of this, many can be put off by Bob's mannerisms, which swing from utterly playful to ruthlessly in demand for them to perform appropriately. His life in a complete disarray he follows his own.
The man also enjoys amused whining and being utterly off-balance in his approach to others. At heart, he knows that he would rather be seen in thrall to a baker's cart than actually resist fulfilling one of his plans due to mere complaints, but it's far too entertaining to watch other people react. For a man with such a sense of pride, he gives up a surprising amount in just how silly he can get-incomprehensible to all save those who see just how sensitive he can get when his intellectual capacities, the true root of his vanity, are mocked and assumed lacking.
History:
Born on the costal island of Haitia in the carribean, Bob Kingwe was always known to be a little off in the tribe he was with. While everyone took thier showers, he would torture little kids, thorwing rocks on them, roling them down hills, and throwing them into swamps. His girlfriends, he beated them senselessly for the most insignificant thing. Just for the hell of it, if he had asked them for something, he would beat them first. Simply to get hismelf off. The tribe leader knew that there was something ursurping him, Bob was meant to be looked over so the tribe adopted him in hopes of setting him straight. Bob quickly denied help as quicikly as it was offered to him. He raped and killed the the tribe leader's wife, caught in the act with his blood stained hands and a satisfying grin on his face, he was sent to execution. The death was horrosome, upon ejaculating inside of her his hands clawed at her stomach. Ripping through her flesh he forcibly ripped out her intestines and dug his hands upward toward her ribcade. Subsequentally he shoved it out her chest. The sounds of her screams alerted the gaurds and Bob was sent to execution.
While bob rotted away in his cell for two years, he was able to successfully pry the bars open. Mostly due to the faulty way they were set up, and the poor base of a stone and dirt floor. He ran frantically, the alarms of the village ringing off like a frenzy to an attack. Spears plunged into his limbs, bullets hit against his legs and grazed past him, barely escaped with his life. He spent the rest of his life in ancient ruins of Haiti. With it's underground castle that stretched on for miles. The Haitian found this as his home as he began a very feral life, survival became his top priority. When Britannia came upon it's raids to conquer the world, the man was no exception. When the Royal Army came to Haiti, at first Bob did nothing, he had no need. But when they tired to liberate the castle, he fought savagely, backing them off only to be defeated harshly in the end. His body was ravaged, the whole left side as well as both of his legs were destroyed by the attacks of Britannia. Because There was no where for him to be sent too, Britannia took a hold of him and sent him to the Dictoriate for experiments.
At the Dictoriate, man went through a trail of experiments. More than once he could feel his own life slipping away as he spent most of his life in a incubus of blue liquid. His body being reconstructed to be better, faster, stronger and yet very simplistic. They inserted the reverse Geass in his eye, titanium infused with sakuradite which extended like blades from his wrists. His chest and back broken down and reconstructed with the strongest metals the Britannia Empire could find. They made him their investment, their little project. All during this time Bob found himself changing back to his original sadistic nature. His love for pain which corrupted his whole being. His body ran on crude oil, avoiding the cause for sakuradite to be wasted and an option of all the motary functions of his body. If one were to look at Bob's Metal body and his young self, there would be no difference.
Goal or Dream:
To find the state of absolute contentment.
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Faction: Geass Directorate
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About you:
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Location:On the side of the freeway in the car.
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
Shades of crimson vermilion danced and flitted about the horizon’s expanse in a scarlet ambiance, the brilliant incandescent patches of burnt orange being filtered through the nebulous gray pastels of clouds that swept through the sky. The vivid splotches of luminance were cast upon the silhouette of a solitary figure, yielding a dancing shadow that was melding with the sable curtain of night that had begun to blanket all. The figure bore witness to the sunset that was occurring in a solemn and pensive reverie, the sun’s stellar ray waning with the passage of time. The fiery orb’s radiance dissolved behind the vague line of the horizon as ebony tendrils tore and rend the unfurling streaks and hues of orange asunder, and the pitch black abyss swallowed all form of light. This particular night held an air of serenity, the variety most commonly found in times of tranquility prior to the repugnant and most foul strike of calamity. Though the night exuded a demeanor of peaceful ignorant bliss, it held within its coils a most ominous severity that required attending to.
The lone figure held itself with a deadly poise, every little movement deliberate and with purpose; no action was wasted. A pair of thin black-rimmed glasses glared ominously in the waning light, appearing to percolate a steel-cold force that would bring most to their knees in a series of actions that would result in their blathering, whimpering form being sent off to join the 4th division. Leisurely, a lithe arm was raised, the dexterous fingers placing the precariously placed spectacles further upon the bridge of his nose, the figure waiting with the utmost fortitude in terms of patience; The Bounto Cocaine always exuded a demeanor of severity and great importance, albeit the dead-cold seriousness he was exhibiting was several degrees higher than normal. His body showcased a visage of a tempered warrior, calm and collected in absolute solitude. His rigid stance, complimented by his solemn and somber demeanor, was nothing less than comparable to the biting sting of winter’s frigid blade.
Though his features were youthful and seemingly adorable at first glance, this was in direct stark contrast with how he held himself; unwavering in a resolute stance of extreme aloofness and rigid formality, the Bount was the epitome and pinnacle of distant. Most who attempted to approach the Bount were abruptly taken aback by his dull and somber personality- it truly was odd to bear witness to what appeared to be a child holding himself as an adult. A noticeable decline in not only the incoming members to the any interloper, but in the proficiency of skills that current races held (Or didn’t, for that matter), was the reason Cocaine stood patiently in one of the palm trees of the island. Clearly, the deteriorating rate of the quality among souls was a disease that needed to be rooted out forcefully if it were to ever to present itself to its former rate of success. races have grown found of not having a mentally adequate bounto population, exploiting and misusing the lack of authority to do as they pleased with little to no thought of the impairment as if they were placed the Gotei 13, but themselves as well. Lack of will to improve led to a lackadaisical and comfortable position, which in turn led to a debilitating state. This would be stamped out quite thoroughly, and without hesitation…rules clearly had to be enforced.
The Bount had already taken measures to root out the problem, and it was the very reason he stood erect on the palm tree right now. A request for a meeting with a soul with some sort of mental capabilities has just been made- anything less than strict adherence to the command given would be met with…less than savory consequences. Cocaine wasn’t a particularly merciless Bount; he merely believed in always doing what was right. The races would soon find that rule-breaking and slacking off, would become the absolute last action that they ever performed. Arms folded within the chalk-white suit he had pressed deep on his arms, he awaited the slow trickle of Soakudo to leak from him and take a solid human form under him and rappel down the tree and onto the sand. Whoever decided to show up would find the Bountos call…interesting, to say the least.
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The electronic elevator descended from Naraka Shirumozan's great single pillar with Cocaine and Hisoka traveling in it. The awkward silence drew forth while the melodic elevator music played back and forth through the two invaders heads. Which oddly seemed to calm Cocaine down. He grabbed onto Soakudo, his body dispersed as he shoved his head into the dial system of the elevator. Hearing systematic explosions, the bountou could only guess that the Espada and the other hollow guy was fighting pretty epically. Cocaine released the artificial aspect of Soakudo as he began to entwine himself with the network of Las Noches. upon his entrance, Soakudo found that his convergence point, the Naraka Pillars was connected with the Forest of Menos, which gave a direct control over the Hollows in HM. The range of The system varied with an extreme amount of surprising qualities, which the bount decided to use in his best goal. Cocaine scanned the entire System. Quickly finding out of the sub roots, towers, room, everything that LN had. Soakudo was aware of. Ready to relay his data with Cocaine that what he was looking for was not there, he notice something. As if a tinge of pain in his kidney's he found something hidden. Something that should not be there. A tumor, a black man, Waldo. Something that did not belong. Soakudo relayed an interface, of the LN Os to show him the problem. he started to run a program, showing him the blueprint of the area that was not accessible through Naraka's system. As the information was slowly released to Cocaine's brain he laughed, thinking of how completely stupid Naraka must have been to not know what was going on with his own domain. Because Cocaine's scan of his desired object, which was now pretty obvious, he had only one place to go. The Hidden Underground laboratory. Cocaine had no idea when the Espada set this up, due to it not being in the records. He was not able to find out what was in the laboratory because of its MLS. Cocaine intruded the syntax, find the area of which had to pinpoint on. The bountou decided not to try to invade the system of the Lab just yet, he knew that he would have to support his doll in the process of actually breaking in. After travelling through Las Noches, the bount crept through with Hisoka, The camera system under control by Soakudo left no presence of them being there, Cocaine had used Soakudo's man made reiatsu to act as a veil as they walked which integrated with the cameras. As they walked by it would be as if they were invisible. Soakudo noticed how the cameras were able to be switched to a heat signal, terminating the system's process, the program to detect heat would need a complete OS restart. As Soakudo gave the bount it's coordinates, Cocaine saw his destined location on the right.
The bountou stopped Hisoka as they stood outside the corner of the hall, knowing thee was none of Las Noches' cameras in the hall. Soakudo's figure form the network convulged, following the land-line of the specific camera, the doll took control of that stationary, doing nothing to it's process other than running the background. After two minutes of Confirmed stability, the bount's doll gained followed the wireless signal to the router of the laboratory's network. Soakudo's voice ran through Cocaine's head as a systematic grunt. The doll himself hated doing dirty work, which was always required for the bountou himself to do. He told him he needed a limiter, as he was going to get caught and rejected from the system. Cocaine sighed and was grateful he thought of this before hand. Grabbing Hisoka he ran down the hall and through the bloody soul chain at the camera. The doll himself absorbed this and bypassed the primary covert channel of the owner's laboratory, noticing that the deeper security level acted upon a reiatsu signature check. Knowing there was no way in hell he could imitate it, Soakudo set it on program command; putting the defence system on a singularity mode, freezing it's protocol as a constant legal entry. Cocaine groaned as he body shook with pain as the doll attempted to change it's own data class. Cocaine's hand leaned against the fall, his body ratified with electricity as his eyes shot open. His breathing became labored and his vision blurred, he was not able to maintain his ground to a massive MSL breakthrough for long. Focusing his reiyoku into his hands he processed his energy toward his back, which fueled the doll even more. From the virus root it started with, it changed to a .bat{registry} file to avoid detection by any anti protection that the system had installed. After editing the registry himself, Soakudo simply set a new query base and deleted the primary one. After that, he restarted the system of the separate terminal now known to Soakudo as Rose's Laboratory. Soakudo opened the elevator doors in front of Cocaine (who was now relieved of his pain) and the bount grabbed Hisoka in front of him. He sent a discharge of electricity to the doors, kicking them after torrents of water ripped through the steel. The base of the elevator fell down to the underground entrance. As the outside doors itself was destroyed the bountou threw Hisoka down the elevator shaft which had no bottom below. Quickly jumping after the man himself, Cocaine entered the cleared out elevator shaft.
He fell.
The bountou's previously stored energy called on the powers of his doll, water flashed from his sleeves, decimating itself from composite reality and poured downward into the base of the shaft which the doors were closed in. The bountou was sure that Hisoka himself would be able to decide to hold his breath through the water as both of them hit the ethereal substance consecutively. As Cocaine entered the water he sighed when he pressed his hands on the door of of the elevator. He created a veil of a cool current around Hisoka to protect him from his next action. With his hands pressed against the door the bountou elevated the boiling point of his ethereal liquid, speeding up the H2O molecules around him, greatly increasing the temperature around himself and the door. with the excited state of the minerals of the door, the bountou applied pressure around his hands, and water spun in his palms. The water itself was cutting the door from the middle of the palms. On the outside two holes appeared in the door, and soakudo obtained red exclamation marks around his vision. Upon scanning the laboratory he not only found what he was looking for but saw a great obstacle as well. The Hogyoku was sealed in a vault. Putting this information in Cocaine's head, the bountou sighed once more and his brow furred, inside the holes of water that was leaking out, the water stretched and broke inwards of the door as it crumbled to pieces. Cocaine looked around the laboratory as water spilled out in front of him, around his feet. The boutnou was looking down as he calmly exit the destroyed door, his mask at his feet and his body soaked in water. He took a breath from the lack of oxygen that compelled him earlier as he saw Hisoka himself tumble pathetically out the collection of water. The bountou looked upward at the Laboratory, now receiving the information that the laboratory belonged to the Primera herself, Cocaine's intrest piqued up when he heard the name "Rose" From the now missing Franz and the hollow records, she herself seemed to be quite the practitioner in experimenting with people. Remembering where Hisoka's son was, the bount looked down at Hisoka who was waking up. <<Go get your son. He's in here somewhere.>>
The bountou was now aware of this as the final hurdle to success. He told Soakudo to attack the vault the same way he gained entry to the lab itself. Cocaine's body shook as his eyes shot open, he doubled over on the ground, as he threw up. Water rose as it wiped his mouth for him, anger seemed to well up in the bountou. Cocaine's reached over, grabbing Hisoka by the neck and shoving the reiyoku sucking device onto it he took his reiatsu; the bountou roughly shoved him aside as he took this stolen reiatsu and shoved it into his chest, the doll's screams rocketed through the bountou's head. The doll itself was in pain which affected the life and nervous system of Cocaine. Using the mixed reiyoku of Hisoka as a Catalyst, Cocaine pumped this into Soakudo. The doll attempted another approached instead of forcing the door open, he aligned himself with the MSL which he had reset earlier. Going back, he changed it to a MISL, where the vault itself was it's own system while still using the laboratory as a base. Soakudo spread out his reiatsu as six different levels of independences, which override the command the laboratory had over the fault by three. Cocaine's voice bellowed as it roared with pain toward the vault door itself, he immediately noticed that his own personal powers as a bount was shut off, not knowing why, a wave of insecurity flooded over him. <<NO!>> He screamed at Soakudo, being aware of what insecurities led for him he remained confident, knowing he still had control over his doll. Soakudo overran the channel access of the vault, shutting it's power down from the rest of the vault. Upon resetting it, he changed the private registry to an authenticated hidden certificate, which broke down the administrative privileges equally upon the MISL. With his basic controls of "open and read" Soakudo did just that. Cocaine shakily stood back up and his face returned to it's stotic facade, his leg stabilizing itself as he walked toward the vault door. After five minutes of Silence, the doll took on the "brontok" approach and opened the vault. The bountou walked on, past doors and screenings to experiments most sacred to Rose. Nah, the bountou had no intention of any of that he wanted one thing only. The bountou pulled on his reiatsu, he had barely any left. As he tried to form a hachiwara, he clutched his chest, his eyes bulging open as his body crashed against one of the walls in the vault. Cocaine refused to fall, his mind set on obtaining one thing, the hogyoku. His left leg prompted forward bringing his body back up. The bountou himself wrote two things with his hachiwara as he followed Soakudo's coordinates to the final processions of the Vaults. He approached the pole of the ground and Soakudo activated his read permission. The pole opened up, showing the bare casings of the Hogyoku; the bountou reached out and took it, breaking the casings and making his own for the orb of destruction. Cocaine waved his hachiwara upward, a dimensional tear in the air was made and the bountou threw the hyogyoku inside of it. The Portal closed in an odd way, it's shape split into zig-zags which swirled around Cocaine and dissipating into thin air. Cocaine limped in the hallway of the vault, knowing no one know see his shame until he reached outward. He exited the vault hiding the pain in his right leg as he calmly walked toward Hisoka with his hachiwara sticking out of his sleeve. Aligning the doll itself with the system clock, the bountou walked toward Hisoka. <<I told you your son was in here, why are you still standing around for?>> Cocaine's voice seemed strained, his trail to get in here was tiering enough as it was, he wondered is the Primera would notice them by now, or attempt a savage outbreak of experiments onto them.
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