Username:FlickerBlade

Character's Name:Kobayashi Seiji

Character's Picture:n/a

Age:16

Gender:Male

Height:5'8

Weight:155 lbs.

Nationality:Japanese-American

Grade Level:2nd Year

Affilliation:n/a

Appearance:Collar length black hair, parted in the middle with the bangs covering his navy blue eyes. Slightly tanned, and a small stature with a lean build. Toned muscles, not very bulky. Usually wears the school uniform, but likes to wear an unbuttoned white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up over a white tanktop, and loose blue jeans with brown dress shoes, casually. Two silver hoops in his left ear, one in his right.

Special Traits:Has a tribal dragon tatoo on his back.

Weapons:none

Techniques:

Kishin: Seiji dashes in close to his opponent and delivers a series of pinpoint blows to their torso's pressure points; designed to cause internal damage.

Strong points:

Physical: His size contributes to his agility, making him quick to parry and counter-attack.
Mental: Thick-skinned; he's not easily insulted or provoked.
Mental: Analytically-minded, can usually calculate his counter-attacks up to 2 seconds in advance.

Weakness:

Physical: Due to his size and build, there isn't a lot of power behind his attacks.
Physical: Rather low stamina, but he's trying to change that.
Mental: Somewhat apathetic; there're only a few things that hold his interest.
Mental: Slow to fight. Loves the martial arts, but doesn't like to employ them without a really good reason.
Mental: Tends to hide behind sarcasm.

History:

His father was an agent with the CIA, and his mother plays go professionally. Their meeting was complete chance; a flight delayed by winter weather. Two years later and Seiji was born. Lived a normal life in Japan until age 6, when his father was called back to the States to resume field work. He was killed 11 months later. The boy shed no tears at the funeral, unable to comprehend what was happening.

After a few shaky months, things returned to some sense of normalcy. They wouldn't stay that way. With his mother's matches putting distance between them, Seiji was more or less raised by her parents. Her father was a practitioner in Kyusho, or pressure point fighting, and it was something Seiji actually showed interest in. He practiced relentlessly for years, picking up two new hobbies along the way: the violin and weight training.

At the age of 15, he moved out on his own (thanks to a hefty contribution from his mother) and took the written and physical examiation to enter Todou Gakuen. He was accepted and thus, began a life of friends, flings, and fighting.

Now, he's in his 2nd year...

Sample Post:

He looked out at the grey sky through half-lidded eyes as another low rumble reverberated through the building. The teacher was droning on and Seiji could feel the life draining from him. With a sigh he looked to the desk next to his and briefly met the girl's gaze before she buried herself in her book, cheeks ablaze. He couldn't remember her name, but she was always staring when she thought he wasn't looking. It was somewhat unnerving, to say the least. He sighed again and turned to his own book as another boom shook the building, this time from the inside.

Seiji groaned and rested his face in his palm. The first week of the school year and already the clubs were at each others' throats again.

"I suppose," the boy started, "that it's only a matter of time until we're all dragged into it."