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| Name: Gokiwa | Style: Shotokan | Team: None |
| Player: | School: Gouken's Dojo | Concept: Souless |
| Chronicle: | Stable: Barely | Signature: Grimances in pain |
| Strength: 4 | Charisma: 2 | Perception: 2 |
| Dexterity: 4 | Manipulation: 3 | Intelligence: 3 |
| Stamina: 4 | Appearance: 2 | Wits: 3 |
| Alertness: 3 | Blind Fighting: 3 | Arena: 1 |
| Insight: 3 | Bookie: 0 | Computer: 0 |
| Instruction: 0 | Demolitions: 0 | Cybernetics: 0 |
| Interrogation: 0 | Disguise: 0 | Finance: 0 |
| Intimidation: 3 | Drive: 0 | Investigation: 0 |
| Manage: 0 | Leadership: 0 | Law: 0 |
| Searching: 0 | Publicist: 0 | Linguistics: 0 |
| Streetwise: 0 | Repair: 0 | Medicine: 0 |
| Subterfuge: 0 | Security: 0 | Mysteries: 3 |
| Stealth: 1 | Science: 0 | |
| Survival: 0 | Style Lore: 3 | |
| Arena: 3 | Punch: 4 | Chi: 4 |
| Contacts: 2 | Kick:0 | Willpower: 4 |
| Block: 2 | Health: 10 | |
| Grab: 0 | Super Bar: 0 | |
| Experience: 0 | Athletics: 3 | Division: Freestyle |
| Glory: 2.2 | Focus: 0 | Rank: 2 |
| Honor: 1.3 | ||
| Wins: 3 | Losses: 2 | |
| KOs: 2 | Draws: 0 | |
Maneuvers: Jab (6/7/3), Strong (4/9/3), Fierce (3/11/2), Block (8/(6)/-), Move (7/-/6), Power Uppercut (3/11/One), Dragon Punch (4/14/1), Jump (8/-/3), Kippup
Combos: Jumping Fierce-Block-Dragon Punch, Block-Dragon Punch
Appearance: A typical Japanese teenager in a dingy Gi. Look closer and you'll see the vacant look in his eyes, the almost invisible grimance of pain on his face, and how he cluches his stomach like something has been riped from it.
Backstory:
I was a much different person ten years ago. I could laugh, cry, play, love, and even hate.
But that was ten years ago. It has been ten years since I saw my sensei, my father, murdered before my eyes. Ten years after I screamed out my challenge, blinded by the tears in my eyes. Ten years after a casual backhand slammed me into the far wall.
Ten years.
Ten years since you roughly grabbed my chin, forcing my blurry eyes to look up at your face. Ten years since you spoke those eight damning words that I still hear echoing inside the void you left behind.
"You are weak, nephew. I will help you."
You reached your hand inside my chest and twisted, and I felt them break away. Joy. Humor. Fear. Hate. Anger. Love. A thousand and one emotions, taken for granted by every other being on this orb ripped away with a gesture, leaving a cold numbing pain behind.
I don't remember screaming, perhaps I blacked out before I could. I do remember opening my eyes and taking in the sight of the burned out shell that had been my home for seven years. I remember burying my father, Gouken, and scavenging what I could from the wreckage.
It took five long years of conditioning, before I could shatter stone with my fist as easily as balsa wood, five years before I felt ready to try the technique in the few scrolls left to me. And it took me five more years, but I did master it.
The Sho Ryu Ken.
The Dragon Punch.
Now I begin my hunt for you, uncle. Not because of what you did to my father, your brother. Not because you have become a conscienceless killer. Not even because it is the right thing to do. I hunt you because you stole something so precious from me that I have been in pain for every second of those ten long years.
You took my soul, Akuma.
I will have it back.
Motivations for fighting: Gokiwa knows that Akuma lurks on the fringes of the fight circut, although he tends to stay near the top tournaments, not Gateways like this one. Still, to get invited to an elite tournament, you have to prove yourself, and for a newbie, a Gateway is the best way.
Roleplaying notes: Your emotions are almost entirely dead inside you. Occasionaly you feel twinges of fear or joy, but they are becominmg less and less frequent as the years pass. You cling to what little you remember of honor, though there are times you wonder why you bother. The only sensation you feel is the pain.
I'm beginning to think you're avoiding me.
That was a joke, uncle. Are you surprised I can make them again? Unknowledge's last act before he was murdered was to make me whole again. It cost him his life, and Chaotic's right underneath you on my little hit-list because of it.
But as evil as Chaotic is, you're a hundred times worse. Chaotic's a killer, but you kill people on the inside and leave behind nothing but pain. He leaves behind pain and grief to, but that passes with time. It heals. The pain you cause doesn't heal. Even now, over a year later, I sometimes wake up screaming in the middle of the night from the dreams.
You taught me what hate really meant. I would throw my life away without a second thought if it meant you would burn with me. If it meant that no one else would ever have to endure the little slice of hell I endured.
Your death is more important to me than my life, Akuma. Does this please you? In a way, you've succeeded beyond your wildest dreams.
But I don't live to kill you uncle. As much as I want to spit on your ashes, there's something even more important to me. Do you remember Unknowledge's daughter? Her name is Aori, and keeping her away from you is what truly give my life meaning.
Do you know what the truly sad thing is, uncle? I don't think you'd understand why even if I tried to tell you. You'd probably see it as just another weakness, and in a way you'd be right.
Don't test me on this uncle, or you'll see just how strong my weakness has made me.
Appearance: An eighteen year old Japanese male with short black spikey hair and a ready smile. He wears a white gi top with black gi pants when fighting. He has an air of confidence that borders on cockyness and is almost always smiling.