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PostSubject: Dókeshi Yotte   Sat May 07, 2011 12:57 am


Dókeshi Yotte

Nicknames:
Hōrō-sha, Clown or Jester

Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Place of Birth:
The Land of Iron
Date of Birth:
July 6th

Appearance:
Spoiler:
 

A battle scared samurai, standing at a towering height over most other, average people. He has scars throughout his body, covering limbs and torso, as well as his face. His build is extremely muscular and his armor is quite heavy, made of materials unlike anything from that of the Iron Land's possessions. Around his left arm is a massive pauldron that is used primarily to deflect incoming attacks; a shield of sorts. Both forearms are covered with gauntlets, and a cloth wrap is tied around a segment of his chest, hanging from the armor on his upper left shoulder and gliding down, at an angle, reaching around his right rib cage. Around Dókeshi's waist is a massive rope, mainly used in weight for balance and training purposes, but it is tied around and held up by a sort of kilts that flows open around his groin region. His pants are that of the type of parachute, long, baggy and light, and are tucked in mid shin by his shin-guard armors that are tied into his open toed sandals.

His hair is long, jet black and hangs over his shoulders and down to the middle section of his back. However, to keep it from flowing in his face so often, Dókeshi uses a band to tie it upwards, on the top of the back of his head. The scar across his face is a sign of a battle hardened human, and a lucky survivor of what could have easily been a fatal blow.

Height:
6'7"
Weight:
270 lbs.
Personality:

A drunken, barbaric young man whom only enjoys flaunting his opponents as much as the next berserk. When he's not feeling enlightened, like in an intoxicated, humorous joy, he acts purely arrogant and attempts to take on anyone or anything. When not sober, however, his attitude is completely different, shifting him into a friendlier, more likable man. He tries to make friends when in this state of mind, but can't stand being around another when sobered for too long.


    Likes:
  • Alcohol
  • Fighting
  • Money
  • Women
  • Hardcore Music

    Dislikes:
  • Rap Music
  • Opium
  • Ninja
  • Foes that run, or fight at a range
  • Poverty



The Land of Iron has gone through much over the waning years. It has seen evolution in manufacturing, wealth, and most of all, population. But with a massive influx of people becoming rich, even more become poor. This segment of history is always true in all nations and factions, no matter who, or where the person comes from, for every light around the corner has a shadow. Dókeshi just so happened to be a future samurai brought into this world in attempt to bring a halt to something more menacing than ever...

Being born into this world was a mistake. Not that Dókeshi had regretted the chance at life, but the fact that he would be raised the way he so was. His family never had any sort of good providing for him, and would often lose their income on some sort of randomized, usually gambling habit. Being so young, however, different propaganda was brought into the life of this young man. The member of the Yotte degenerate family was taught that war was good, and war created peace... And war brought fame and wealth to the successful. It was a life that he should not have been brought into, but the gods would have begged to differ.

Life as a young child was harsh on the young worker. Dókeshi was forced into a laborious community when he was only seven years old, and made the majority of the little income for his family. The young boy would work in steel yards and, on the side, helping out a blacksmith in handling materials for his crafting... Such as transporting hilts, blades, and other objects for the creations. It wasn't until about nine years old until he finally was able to help actually piece together some smaller blades, such as daggers and wakazashis. The former smith was kind, and more of a relief to the boy, and even a fatherly figure than his own family had provided. He looked up to him until he was old enough to join a militia force of underground samurai.

At the age of thirteen, the young samurai was then trained by the blacksmith, still a fatherly figure in his eyes. He was training in a rebellious faction against his own lands government in attempt to overthrow the higher power. He was sided with that of the more 'traditional' samurai, and in his family, he was forced to battle against an army that he'd come to find out he'd have no chance against. He was never in an official academy for his training, and was taught the ways of the past warriors, thanks to that of the family of the blacksmith he was raised by. And being too young to fight was something that brought this growth spurting samurai into a sudden downfall.

At the age of seventeen, the rebellion of the rebel militia had rallied their small forces against that of the country. They were almost no match for this force, and their fire was quickly put out by the towering tsunami. It was as if they all knew death was eminent, and quickly were forced into a submission. Dókeshi lost his family in the battle, and was sad for only a small time. It was quickly passed, however, and he soon found that his only 'true' family had been that of the blacksmith union. His former employers and master had taught him much more respect and ways of life than his low-life, scum-of-the-planet parents. He'd say a final 'thanks' at their graves to never return... But doing so only brought him into an ambush. He had a hard time fending himself off from some lower ranking shinobi, attacked in an ambush of three to one. He had taken two of their lives, and let the last get away, but in this battle he'd overcome a few battle scars that would never leave him. His left shoulder, his face, and of course, his back. He fell on his parents grave after the battle, and was found by a traveling merchant that brought him into a hospital in the Land of Iron.

The extreme wounds of the massive gouges, slices and stabs have caused the young samurai to need to sit and rest, repair his broken flesh and muscle over an expanding two years. In the middle of the age of nineteen, the fighter found the use of alcohol to be a new, favorite hobby, as well as that of being hired as a mercenary for odd jobs such as protecting caravans and defending specific, mid-class people in a low-class area. However, wandering the open area of the world to bring him into the Village of the Sand, territory of ninja. He despised the areas that held these individual types of people, for their stealthy ways made them seem cowardice and non-courageous. It was here, however, where he heard about exams that could teach him ways on advancing through the life of a samurai, and he was shocked. He knew, from his capability of surviving for so long, that he would have the potential to rise into a supreme fighter, an ultimate warrior, and the perfect samurai.

Samurai ID

Village:
Land of Iron
Rank:
Chugen
Element:
Earth
Skills:
Kenjutsu, Taijutsu, Weaponry

Equipment:
Odachi-Katana (6'2"), Throwing Axes, Bandages, Plate armor (left shoulder, forearms & wrists, shins & ankles)

Fighting Styles:
Batorusutansu (Battle Stance, One sword style), Bōgyo sutansu (Defensive Stance, The art of Parrying)

Skills

Unique (Passive)

Kyōki
Rank: N/A
Element: None
Range: N/A
Amount of Stress: N/A
Description: This ability is simply a means of further character detail. This barbaric samurai enjoys a nice battle, and to further boost his morale, he gets driven into a limit breaking effect upon the contact, or even sight of a sudden rupture in the skin, or in other words, bleeding, which causes a berserk mode to occur. It has no 'real' effect on the character, other than pumping his adrenaline into a state which makes it seem like he isn't even taking damage.

Jutsu:

Taijutsu

Denka
Rank: D - C
Element: None
Range: An average, to close gap between the user and target (About 10-50 yards)
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: Being a slower, heavier attacking fighter, Dókeshi has trained in a way to keep himself in close combat with his opponents. He has learned to feel and manipulate his opponent's Chakra, in which case causes a reaction in his physical body to pull forward, in a direct path to his opponent, and rush them. This ability can be used in any stance and requires the use of wielding one weapon.

Kaminari no yōna hakushu
Rank: D-B
Element: None
Range: Short-mid sized radius
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: A stomp is made on the ground, furious and raging, usually backed up with a battle shout. This ability causes a vibration in the ground around Dókeshi, and causes the enemies around to tremble, making their physical attacking abilities slower than normal. The speed reduction differs depending on the amount of force placed in the stomp, and the surface stomped on.

Shintō-sei no fera
Rank: C-S
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor/Average/Major
Description: A powerful strike is given, usually with a blunt limb, such as a knee or elbow, but can be used with an enclosed fist, foot, head, or even the hilt of a weapon. The samurai uses this edge to stagger his foe, causing them to be dazed for a short time, and incapable of performing actions successfully for a time in comparison to the power packed behind the blow. Depending on what type of object is used to perform this concussive blow, the stress can be either very little, in an average strike, or massive, in a desperate situation, making the daze effect even greater.

Kenjutsu

Kaimetsu-tekina sutoraiku
Rank: D - B
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: The user finds an open spot in his enemy, which is usually used first in combat to ensure a close range at all time. After Dókeshi attempts to sweep his own body toward his foe, using Denka, he strikes at the enemies' legs, maiming their movement. They aren't entirely halted in movement all of the time, but will slow their speed to make them an easier target.

Mōtarusutoraiku
Rank: D - C
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: The attacker strikes their opponent with one massive swing, causing a gashing effect upon soft flesh. The striking of their weapon, sharp or blunt, will cause their skin to rend and bleed, causing a needed attention to cure the wound. The ability does require a physical, two handed weapon, and a Batorusutansu.

Kurību
Rank: D - C
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: The attacker strikes their opponent, or even multiple, nearby opponents with one massive swing, causing a gashing effect upon soft flesh. The striking of their weapon, sharp or blunt, will cause a shock wave to split the air in the swinging motions. The ability does require a physical, two handed weapon, and a Batorusutansu.

Busō kaijo
Rank: D - C
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: Through the art of training on self defense, Dókeshi uses his sword, after parrying or during an opening to strike at a weak point in his enemy's weapons, tossing it to the ground, or in some cases against smaller, weaker opponents, completely shattering their weapon. This disarming technique was a famous skill taught to him by his former employer, the blacksmith. Requires Bōgyo sutansu.


Sandāāmā
Rank: D - C
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: The user of this jutsu places their hands high on the hilt of their katana, using the blunt, metallic end to burst against armor. This will cause a massive vibration to begin shaking through the surface that had been stunned, and if used in succession will eventually completely break the armor. This ability requires Bōgyo sutansu.

Yōso o han'ei
Rank: C-S
Element: None
Range: Melee
Amount of Stress: Minor
Description: With major training, Dókeshi has trained himself to use his weapon as a means of greater defense against the assault of most of the ninja throughout the land. He blade must be lifted in a defensive manner to perform, and when it is, he tilts his weapon to the side in attempt to use the flat, mirrored surface to reflect any element that is directed toward him. This ability is only effective with a source of light, and while he is in a Bōgyo sutansu.

Misc. Information

RP sample:
(A piece of mine from my forum, I will keep it unnamed so I'm not accused of advertising.)

A soft spirit came to the panther in household of Cheshire, paying, what seemed to be, a kind visitation. Nothing was mentioned by this spirit, it was merely the presence that came into the scenario in a dark area that was only lit by that of a channel-less television. It came out of the television, wanting to inform, to trade, to sell. Lavitz didn't know the meaning of it, but also didn't dare to touch this spirit, for it's purpose was still untold. The ravatenix panther simply cocked his head and lowered his eyes, intrigued on the situation. It was so pure, so rare. But staring into the glowing, bright blue bauble was transforming him, making his mind become corrupt. Something within this orb was causing his inner thoughts to be tainted by what seemed to be the holiest of entities. It was a wisp from a nether realm, asking to exchange new, fruiting power for that of a personal embodiment for the rest of the physical life time the panther had to offer. Still, no words entered the area, but the struggle in his mind was felt and known. He almost wanted to grab the orb, and as his mind was entering a maddening state, he wanted to strangle it while questioning it's purpose. But something was holding him back. Lavitz reached out to the orb, but a self defense mechanism from within it's nucleus caused an explosive reaction. The rava panther was forced to lift his hands and shield his eyes, for the light was too bright and power for him to withstand. He couldn't scream, and just as silent as the dead channel on television had played through, so did his dream.

Lavitz sprung up, out of bed and looked around. He had no idea what was going on, or where he was for a moment. He wasn't on his military base, or in his personal house on Ravinex, nor in the camp set up on Tiamat. No. He was in the house of the new life he so suddenly chose to live out. It was obvious that he broke out into a sweat, for the nightmare was too intense for his fragile mind state to handle. Lavitz wiped his forehead and began to examine the area, noticing the same pair of shorts and panties on the ground, as well as bra that was detached so sluggishly last night. He also noticed that the radio device was playing some soft voice, giving some information about the day and how it's weather would play out, as well as some other local news. The smell of sweat from both of the Rava still lingered in the room from the night prior, and it reminded him of the one he was to defend from now on.

Having Cheshire on his mind now, Lavitz twisted his head out of the room, peaking around to notice no signs of life thus far. No one else was in the apartment, and the only thing making sounds out there had been a television... The program was cancelled, and nothing but white and black dots were on the screen to prevent any public use, without pay. It haunted the panther soldier almost, giving him an eerie feeling like none other. He was still looking for his employer, but she was nowhere to be found. Looking over a counter, he could easily tell the kitchen was unoccupied, too. He raised an eyebrow, confused at the situation until he noticed his shirt still on the ground. The ravatinex, of course, walked to it's destination and slid his fish nets on, leaving off the tank top for now, as it seemed like a nice day out today. Finally, he found his hand making their way against the back of a chair at the dining table, where he had eaten the fish the night before. He placed his black shirt on top of the back of the chair, letting it hang over until further use at a later date. His hand couldn't resist a fruit basket, however, before he decided to leave the house. He would need some sort of food for the day, and having no idea what time of item this green, oddly shaped fruit was, he had only hoped it would appeal this his natural appetite, although he would love a juicy steak of sorts for the moment...

The soldier breached the threshold of the house, finally leaving it by exit of the balcony. He leaped down swiftly, not holding back in any case, and made his way down all ten flights of the building. He found a few people to look at him strangely, for it wasn't the human way to go about exiting a building, but no one gave any direct, verbal recognition for it. But, at this point, the rava was walking around aimlessly. He knew he wanted to find the princess and escort her about, for it was what he was assigned to do. The panther simply tucked his hands into his pocket and began to walk, trying to blend in as best as possible with the busy city life. It wasn't long before the panther decided to examine the fruit in his hand, secretly. He held it low, beside his waist, taking in as much as he could visually assign himself to be informed, and then decided to use his thumb nail to pierce the soft skin, juices erupting out of it. The smell was sweet and unique, nothing like he'd ever bore witness too, but so was the tuna that he tried the night before. He closed his eyes for a second, hesitating on not knowing what it was he was to be consuming, and then Lavitz took a big, crunching bite out of the pear. A few minor chews were given, and it was obvious the taste was even better than the scent, for a victorious grin had grown across his lips, for he conquered the green menace that caused him such a nuisance.

Around the city, Lavitz could spot quite a lot happening. People of all sorts in business outfits and uniforms, many side shops on the streets, vendors, and merchants all around living their everyday lives. The panther was instantly reminded of home, for the marketplace was just like this area with only different people and a different feel to the environment, for the worse. The panther was lost in thought, still walking around with only a motive and no clues as in where to go. It was like this for nearly a half an hour, until he was signaled by a couple of attractive women to follow him inside of a bar. They were winking at the rava and motioning their fingers for him to follow them inside. He was unsure of what to do, but he had nothing to lose at the moment. Lavitz listened to their instruction, entering the bar and greeting himself with a gentle kiss on the back of their hands. One of them were in a similar fishnet upper garment, but she wore a T-shirt above it, paired with an all black, leather mini-skirt, her thick legs covered by even more fishnet. Her heels were about six inches in size, revealing her feet that were wrapped together by thin lace. Her hair was jet-black as well, and her eyes as blue as ever. Her friend was a blonde, similar in length to the dark haired one, and this one was a little bit taller. Her legs were covered completely by a dark leather, and even larger boots that rode up to just under her knee, concealing her feet. She wore a leather vest, cut off at the sleeves and revealed tattos all across her arms, matched with a couple of piercing in her lips and even one on her eyebrow, in which case Lavitz just saw her matching blue eyes, to that of her friend.

They met up just before entering, at the entrance of the bar and all three walked in at the same time. The panther soldier had a grin on his face at their similar style in attire, but needed to know: "Is there something I can help you ladies with?" They were silent at first, and then giggled a little bit at the way he so politely asked the question. It was obvious they weren't used to be treating that way, and their eye motions around his whole body made him aware that there 'was' something he could help them with. He wasn't sure that this was the best of ideas, and he began to panic. He took his eyes off of the women and began to scan the area for a distraction. There were a couple of people playing some sort of sport on a green table, a bartender cleaning out a glass, and a few other people mingling around the large bar. Nothing was leaning in his favor at the moment, until he took a double take at a sign in the distance, hanging on a far wall. The wall said 'Bounty' in large, bold letters above a board that had different pictures and notes. There was no one near this at the moment, but thinking about it, Lavitz realized this was a perfect opportunity for working. Not only would there be some sort of reward involved, he'd be able to keep himself active and out of the princess' way so often, for she did have a life of her own.

"I'll be right back..." Said Lavitz, lying to the grinning women. He walked to the board then, around a group of a couple of people near the pool table, and began to examine rewards and pictures. Everything seemed taken or scratched out, other than one remaining man, specific picture. In the description, it was known that a few low-life individuals had been lead by a certain man, human in appearance, and would terrorize the city at it's night time. Humans didn't seem too powerful, for the majority, and it must not have been that great of a job. They pay was weak for the amount of people it sounded like one person would have to deal with. The trained soldier had no regrets, however, and took the picture of the logo of this group, as well as their leader and made his way back over to the ladies. "Sorry I took so long, ladies. But do you by any chance know anything about this group of people?" Asked Lavitz kindly. They looked at them, keeping their lips sealed, but it was obvious there was some sort of topic in their minds that weren't to be leaked out to the general public, especially a man that just so happened to walk over to the boards that had a bounty on them. Lavitz needed the information and could feel they had it. He stood in the middle of them and wrapped his arms around their waists, letting his hands reach onto their rears. They both stood, mouth wide in awe that he was moving so fast on them, for it was what they wanted. He let his tail slide up the shorter woman's legs, caressing up against her thigh, reaching higher and higher but halting right before he slipped it up under the leather material. Her face was red and her mind was now more compelling to leak the information... But it was too late. Lavitz had already intruded into their thoughts and stole what he needed from them. The panther rava gave them both a slap across an ass cheek and walked out of the bar. "Thanks for everything." Said Lavitz to the now confused women. They both stood in place, in a shocking 'near-pleasure' experience, but were let off to the side to keep to themselves.

The information that was reaped from the minds of the secretive women was enough for the rava. He was told, telepathically, that he could find the humans causing trouble above the rooftops of a barber shop, known as 'Uber chop for cheap'. It was a pathetic name for such a place, but it was the location he needed to head toward. The city was too big and unknown for the rava to simply head in a specific direction, so the first thing he had in mind was to ask another person walking on the streets. A few higher class people seemed like they'd have no idea where the place was, or might feel like the question was too shady, so he kept to himself instead of asking the 'perfectly dressed' people where to head. Instead, he waited until he could spot a specific person that seemed like they'd been there before. And there he was. A man with an average shave, a pair of blue, denim jeans and a white t-shirt with some random logo for a company on it, walking alone. He seemed pretty focused on where he was going, but the soldier had no time to let him escape without giving up the priceless info. "Excuse me, sir. Do you think you could tell me where I can find the closest, cheapest barber shop?" His words seemed unnoticed at first, but after a moment of realization that there was no other person around, the white male whirled his body around and looked at Lavitz, almost confused at such an odd question. He chuckled to himself and had a grin on his face, shaking his head from side to side. "It's right there, bud." The man said, lifting his head in a direction of where he was now facing, behind Lavitz. The rava panther turned his head and instantly felt shame shower him, for he had so easily missed the most obvious of locations, even with a large, whirling red and white striped totem outside of it. The panther lifted a hand in thanks and smiled stupidly, using his other hand to hide his expression. "Thanks, mate. Have a good one!" And with that, the two strangers parted ways, the human taking off to do whatever Tiamatian deeds he needed to perform so anxiously, and the Rava ready to take down some thugs causing trouble in this seemingly peaceful city.

A ringing bell was heard echoing as someone walked out of the shop, Lavitz standing outside of it, examining it's structure. It was another male with a wild hair cut, freshly shaven. The panther gave him a sort of acknowledgement by nodding his own head at him, a simple gesture of 'hello'. One was given back, but in the man's eyes were a look more menacing than that of an average human being. It was then made clear that he was pierced all over his body, multiple, countless rings and studs of metal in his face and on his ears, and his outfit was made of ragged leathers and denims, with a specific logo that seemed so freshly familiar to the rava. The panther rava was in the middle of the streets, however, and shouldn't cause such a massive scene out here. Instead, he walked passed the barber and down an alleyway leading into a dead end. He didn't hesitate to use an agile swiftness to leap from one wall to the other until he reached up on a stairwell that lead upwards onto the towering building that must have been some sort of upstairs warehouse. He finally reached the pinnacle of the location, where, over the ledge of the roof, he could see quite a few humans performing random actions. Some were puffing on a disgusting smelling herb, others were drinking a strong smelling liquid from bottles, and some were just chatting, arguing, or practicing the use of some strange melee type, self-made weapons. The panther could also see the same logo on each of the mens shirts, those that were wearing them, and painted on different locations of the roof, all over. They were accompanied by a few woman that seemed drunk off of some sort of substance, and there was a fewer women to men ratio in this scenario. Lavitz had to analyze the situation quickly and attempt to make a finalized decision quickly...

"Hey, what the hell are you doing over there!" A voice called out to Lavitz. Everyone's attention was then shifted to the head sticking up on the side of the roof. His stealth field was broken, and his appearance was now made obvious. The panther thought of himself, again, as so stupid, having been noticed by such pathetic excuses for humans. There was no need in hiding anymore, so he decided to stand up and hop over the building roof. In all reality, other than the few, non-human characteristics, Lavitz looked like he could easily fit in with this odd gang, but they knew he wasn't one of them from their weathered experience. "You're not one of us, so what brings you up here, kitty boy?" Asked a sarcastic man, causing a roaring laughter to burst from the lungs of almost all other people around. Lavitz had used this to let his eyes examine the surroundings. A couple of tables were out here, a large pool of water, and a few couches. They were pretty well decorated for a couple of thugs, but it was obvious their means of income weren't the most righteous way of gaining their items. Lavitz also counted out fourteen people; nine men and five women. He knew now that he was greatly outnumbered, but the chances of their powers being greater than his own was impossible. The soldier walked forward, balls first. He was trying to show that he had no fear in this situation, and threw out the picture and information in front of the questioning man. At his approach, the other men stopped what they were doing and began to walk forward as well, some picking up objects used for personal destruction. He eyed the chains, bats and knives all around, a total of six armed men. The one talking to him was smoking at the moment, and put his butt out on the given picture. He blew a cloud of smoke out, tilted his head and raised a brow at Lavitz. "So, you're here to do something about us, then? Is that right fuzz nuts?" Asked the idiotically humored human. Lavitz was getting irritated at the actions of this man and clenched his fist. They all now knew that this rava was here for one thing, and one thing only.

About to break!
"Alright boys, let's get him." Said the leader, calmly. He went to turn his back to Lavitz, letting his friends take care of the business. The panther took advantage of this and rushed forward. He placed his palm on the back of the man's head, gripping his nails tightly onto his skull. They sunk into his flesh, and his body was dropped down by the weight of his strength, being forced on to the ground, face first. His nose, brows and mouth had been victim to the concrete below, grinding the flesh away and off of the muscle and bone holding it intact. The look on the other humans' faces happened to be that of anger, fear and revenge, instantly and all simultaneously. They didn't hesitate to rush, however, all of them letting out battle shouts and cries, holding their weapons high and low alike. The first person rushing the panther rava was holding on to a knife, a switchblade if you will. His skin complexion was dark, and he was bald. His build was skinny, and he was quick for a human, but not enough. The panther played through swiftly here, reaching a hand around to his forearm and holding it in place, as his remaining free hand twisted the arm back until a loud popping sound was heard. This man dropped like another fly hitting a bug zapper, and more came in the soldiers' direction. On the ground still, however, the scarred, face peeled man lifted an arm out to grab around the ankle of the rava. He had a tight grip and snared the beast, causing his attention to shift. Lavitz looked down at the man and kicked at him to try to get him off. The distraction played through well, for out of nowhere a blasting attack could be felt at the panther warrior's side. A baseball bat, metallic at it's surface, was smashed into his side, crushing his arm in with his ribs and giving an instant shock of pain, for the weapon's wielder was the beefiest man of the group. The shot was lucky, and obviously sluggish, but the fact that it did hit Lavitz made him swell up in pain.


"You son of a bitch!" Shouted Lavitz, finally capable of shoving a heel of his free leg on the back of the fallen man's head, causing a larger pool of blood to swell out from under him. His grip was loosened up then, and Lavitz was watching the massive man coming down for another swing of the bat. He had no time to react, other than lifting his left, already bruised arm in attempt to block the attack. The crushing blow hurt his limb, but this time hit his forearm instead of his elbow area. The bat dented, obvious signs of power on both ends of the force. Lavitz then noticed another person charging him, this time a man with a massive chain. He was flailing it around and decided it was time to actually use his own hidden weapons. He lifted his right arm and swung his hand opened forward. An invisible force shot out and caused the man to stop dead in his tracks. He was somewhat muscular, but the force of energy released had wrapped around his neck, preventing any sort of oxygen from entering his lungs. He was choking to death, and it was enough to keep one less person off of him for now. During that action, the 'bat' man was about to take another, even more powerful swing, obviously out of a built up rage from within. Lavitz could easily follow it's path, thought, this time using his capable, right arm to summon an energetic whip from his palms. He used it to strike at the large man's wrist, and struggled at first, but ended up disarming the beastly man. The panther was managing, but having a hard time keeping up with the massive amount of people coming at him. A new force was coming his way, a short man, bulky in size. He had a pair of brass knuckles on his hands and came fists first at the occupied rava. Lavitz wasn't paying attention, once again, and was struck on the right side of his face by a power packed left hook. The short person did have to jump up to his level, but it worked. The fist actually caused a break in the skin, over the rava's eyes. Blood began to trickle down and cloud his vision. It wasn't looking in the best of interest for this soldier, but the war was not over. Now, he had both the brute and the midget coming for him. Both were about to attack, hand to hand, but Lavitz wasn't going to allow any success on their part. He lifted both his arms, blocking incoming blows from both sides. His right arm took the blow well, but his left forearm was struck again, causing his softened flesh to grind further into his bone. He was beginning to understand how much he underestimated this gang, for there were still about four other fighters in the background making their way to his location.

Now, there were two fists placed on either of his forearms, the blows blocked successfully. After brushing off the arms to each side, he moved his body forward, in hopes this next attack to follow through. He brought both of his arms out wide, reaching for the throats of his enemies. He caught them, luckily enough, and used the momentum he built to keep a running pace toward the remaining crowd. During his hasty traveling, the rava halted, both of the enemies still hanging by the throats at his arms, and brought his upper limbs in, as if going to point them directly in front of of his sights. Doing this caused both of the foes' heads to crack into one another, the back of their skull slam against each other with a magnificent force that would incapacitate them, for sure. Five of the foes were down now; the man with the skidded face, the skinny, dark man, the brute, the midget, and the choking man. The four people before him now, however, all seemed silent in action, not wanting anything to do with the fight that had taken place. They were obviously the four that had nothing to do with the five women here, for they turned around and ran off, out to one of the buildings' exits. The women sat silent, not wanting to give anything away. They looked at one another in panic, all looking like they were high on some sort of toxic substance, just as the men did previously. Behind Lavitz he could hear moaning and groaning... But no longer choking. He turned to notice a blue face of the motionless, previously collared man. He then took back his energy, letting him lie there, the first lifeless victim he'd caused in years. It didn't bring any sort of curiosity, nor remorse over him. His fighting way seemed to make him void of all feeling for his attackers, and being informed about all of the evil they'd done to the city made him care no more or less for them. The rava panther turned his attention to the women. He would use them as a means to get in contact with officials. "You ladies. I'm here for the bounty on this gang, and it seems like you're affiliated. Turn yourselves in now, or I'll continue my work as professional as I can manage." Stated Lavitz, wanting to only let the women go with ease. They didn't now how to reply to the panther man, bruised on his swollen face, still bleeding further down now, and also noticing his limp arm. It was obvious they were thinking about many different options at this point, but the fear that he caused was leaning the lights in their head toward giving in peacefully. They were all about to stand up before a door was swung open, revealing a new character in the scene... Or was he that 'new'?

"I knew there was something about you back there, sir." Said a voice to the side of Lavitz. The rava swung his body around to notice a vaguely familiar face. A spiked strip of hair... freshly cut. Leather and denim all around his body, black gloves with studs on the knuckles... Large combat, military grade boots. It was the man he nodded to on his way up to the roof only moments ago. The look on his face was the same, almost as if he had known the whole idea of this buffed up rava soldier all along. The bodyguard wasn't phased by the glare, however, for this human was just like the rest of them. There were no physical signs of power over anyone else he just dealt with, but there was a wiser look to this individual. "I can't allow you to leave here in one piece now." Said the fighter in front of Lavitz. The panther growled, not wanting to have to stress out his bruised body any more. He wanted to end this quickly because of that fact, sending rings of binding energy to all of the limbs of the enemy. He was quickly stuck in place, giving the panther the perfect opportunity to approach him for a closer, more personal look. He was in his face at the moment now, just has he had been faced during drills in the military. This time, however, he was the instructor. "Your gang of hoodlums needs to leave this city, whatever is left of you. If you don't clean up yourselves and do something other than rob the innocent, I 'will' come back and personally rip your throat out of your neck, do you hear me, maggot?" Asked the stern warrior, more demanding in his sound then questioning. The both glared at one another for a moment, and despite the 'lead' of this gang being in a struggle for oxygen, he managed to become more hostile than ever. He somehow forced his head to pull back and away from Lavitz as if not wanting to be near him anymore. But almost instantly his head flew forward, smashing his forehead into the lips of Lavitz. The bottom and upper sections of the left sides of his lips burst on contact, for the unexpected blow forced his teeth to grind on the inside of his mouth, as well as the blunt attack causing his flesh to explode. Blood flew out everywhere, and the rava almost lost balance for a moment. The blow was cheap, something a coward would use as a last resort, but it was wise for such a struggling individual to pull such a stunt, and for the the soldier admired his pathetic action. Lavitz raised his hand over his mouth and was forced to cough up some of the blood that was now in his oral region. After standing back up straight he shot out a wad of a mixture of saliva and blood in the gang leaders' face, and then forced his knee into his gut. There was no doubt he was at his maximum limit of no air, and the rava almost couldn't care. But he managed to lift the curse around his enemies' neck, keeping the collared energy around his wrists and ankles to prevent movement.

"If I ever see you again, you're not going to like me. Now do something with your buddies here and think about my warning. Another word from society about your robberies and I'll be the first to grab on to that bounty, you can count on it." Directed the Rava. It seemed that turning them in himself would be a good idea, but the fact that he would have to come in contact with another living being in this broken down, physical state would be too embarrassing. Instead, the panther looked around for a means of quick healing, but only managed to find a pouch on one of the tables, it's contents were a fairly abundant amount of coin. He grinned, thinking of it as a means of payment; a debt owed to him from society. There wasn't much more to do on this day, for six men laid out before the victorious panther, all second guessing their lives... Save the one asphyxiated man. The women were instructed before on what to do, but they remained frozen in place, shocked and paralyzed by the power they just witnessed before them. Sure, Lavitz took a hit or five, but he was outnumbered by almost ten fold to begin with. The panther had a satisfied look on his face still as he made his way back down the path in which he came. He was bruised, bloody and sore, and had nowhere to go except back to the new place he called 'home'. The rava would have alot of explaining to do when he entered the household, but at least he knew his way back this time. He was in no rush at this point, and his usual steady pace became more sloth-like, for he didn't need the pressure of dealing with the idea of causing any more pain than he was going through at the moment, subconsciously, mentally, and out in the open, physically. He did learn a few things from the physical encounter, however. Their numbers were vast... It was a sign of team work, and despite their lack of power, they were used to performing with one another in signaled attacks. Not only that, the exercise given was a great work out for the slacking soldier. Lavitz kept his chin up, humming the tune of the one Tamatian song he'd heard so far, the one being heard with Cheshire during their little playful session. In a way, he couldn't wait to get back to her house to express the amount of fun he'd had this day, despite his bruises, cuts and sores. His thoughts were obviously in an overdrive mode with so many possibilities and his actions were limited. Home was on it's way...



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PostSubject: Re: Dókeshi Yotte   Sun May 08, 2011 3:15 am

HUmmms looks okay would chu like any more jutsu tho?? :ferret:
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PostSubject: Re: Dókeshi Yotte   Sun May 08, 2011 7:24 am

Updated and added a few moves in, I'm good for now.
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