Character's full name: Nyzu Himitori
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Blitz
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthday: 9/11
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Japanese
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin:

Appearance

Hair color and style: Short styled and black
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'9
Build: Heavily Muscular
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Kanji on his right arm meaning "Bounce"
Other features: Small mustache and goatee

Pic:

Everyday clothing style: Most of the time he goes shirtless with either jeans or loose karate pants. While at work however he wears a dark pinstripe suit.
Uniform: (if applicable) None Yet
Sleepwear: In black boxer briefs
Miscellaneous clothing: Necklace with the kanji for "Bounce" on it

Character

Personality: Personality: The personality of such a man can only be touched upon the surface by one word. Odd. For like all humans, Nyzu Himitori too contains many facets and faces, personalities and aspects, each making him unique and special.

Intelligence – The intellectual capacity of such a man is to be highly revered. For even at a young age, lad has always been considered a fast learner and prodigious thinker. More times than not, his mind is constantly functioning, as if a cold and cruel calculating machine. Often analyzing any possible situation, ranging from one’s words, to one’s actions and even techniques, he finds himself deep within his own thought, usually causing him to have brief lapses of dazing which are normally mistaken for slacking. Quiet and preferring to watch those who act rather than act himself, a he enjoys predicting and mold human nature, allowing himself to view a person and to slowly analyze their every action and thought to the extent to frighteningly accurate predictions.

Coldly Blunt – The truth is to be discerned from all else and everything else as the highest value in life. With that said, the core of his beliefs lie within such firmly. Ranging from his actions, to his thoughts and emotions, nothing is spared from such an ideal and methodology of life. Yet there are consequences to such, for more times than not, people refuse the truth. He sees human nature, and quite often they deny that which pains them, usually the bare and blunt truth. Refusing to alter his words, and to change his way, the lad sets forth everything quite plainly, and often quite cruelly. More times than not his bare fact is misconceived as unpleasantly rude, or perhaps sadistic, immoral and unethical. Yet alas, if one were to think it over carefully, it is indeed the truth.

Mysterious – Alas, with the truth as the highest value, one can find it quite inconvenient. For strong willed and stead fast like all men who value their morals, there is a penalty, a price to be paid. Rarely can the lad bear to lie, often finding it tearing himself apart, and with such having been engraved into his mind, an altered personality has come about. His words, his speech and tongue are all unique, mixed and jumbled. A syntax and diction usually not hear in these during these times and this era, for he finds it the best way to phrase the cold reality he speaks of. In doing so it allows him the grace of veritas, or truth, yet at the same time, he may riddle his words, often concealing his true intent or meaning behind them. Such misconception of his words typically leads to a misshape in appearance. Many viewing him to act differently as he speaks, a sense of spontaneity grows about the lad, making it seem as though his actions are unpredictable and his motives are hidden.

Carefree – Yet behind the veil of truth, and such stern, cruel façades, there hides a more subtle aspect of such a man. He finds enjoyment, not in sloth, nor in laziness, for indeed those two traits and qualities cannot be confused for what he represents, but rather in peace of mind. Rarely does he find himself troubled or disturbed, simply dismissing any troubles of the day with a relaxing perpetual slumber. His state of mind is usually calm and reserved, allowing his opinions to be expressed freely without hesitance or fear of retribution. He lives a life dictated only by his one rule, truth before all, and with such guidance in mind, freedom and self will dictate his life, allowing him to essentially be carefree.
Hobbies/ Interests: He enjoys mathematics, gymnastics and martial arts
Job or part time job and description: Teaches trigonometry at NYU as a professor
Jobs can be established later through in character RPing. If you plan on working at the mansion it will have to be approved.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He has arachibutyrophobia or the innate fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth *It's a real fear xD Link: www.changethatsrightnow.com/problem_detail.asp?SDID=5170:1381*
Special talents: He's an incredible mathematician and his greatest talent within that is angles, he also is a masterful acrobat and martial artist from the private lessons he's taken his whole life.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: He believes that their is no such thing as good or evil, only actions and that good and evil are simply mental constructs created to limit what we can accomplish.
Mutations

Mutation description: He has a thin, invisible and constant layer of energy around him, everywhere except his palms and the bottom of his feet. This layer absorbs any blunt kinetic force and redirects it towards him, this has two different effects. The first effect causes any blunt damage to be negated, punches, kicks, collisions etc, the second effect of this causes him to fly off as though he was hit with 10 times the force. Meaning if someone hit him with enough blunt force to send an average man back 1 foot, he would instead go back 10 feet. As long as he continues to collide with objects he will continue to bounce with multiplied force, until he utilizes the second part of his abilities however. The second part of his abilities only applies to a separate energy field that is on the flats of his feet and his palms. This field works in reverse to his primary ability, basically it reverses all momentum to the opposite direction of his palm or flats of his feet. Meaning that if he were to hit someone with enough force to knock them back 1 foot with his palms or the flats of his feet, he would instead knock them back 10 feet. Upon using this part of his ability his current momentum is completely stopped and he is free to move around normally again.
Strengths: Immunity to blunt trauma, the potential to move incredibly quickly through bounce and the ability to reverse momentum through the flats of his feet and through his palms.
Weaknesses: The first of his weakness's is that he has no way to stop moving without his hands or palms colliding into something. Another one is that the reverse field sections of his body aren't immune to blunt trauma and as such they feel the initial collision of something before stopping momentum. This means that if he were to be moving 100 mph and immediately stop himself with his palm on say a concrete wall, his hand, elbow, arm and shoulder would be shattered. The final weakness to his abilities is that when any part of his body aside from his reverse zones collides with someone, it doesn't cause any damage. This is caused by his body negating the force and reversing it back on him before an actual collision happens when any part of field comes into contact with something or someone.

Secondary mutation description: None Yet
This mutation should be linked or make sense with your first mutation. You don't need a second mutation, but you can develop one later on with moderator approval.
Strengths: N/A
Weaknesses: N/A

Fighting Style (if applicable)

Explanation: He tried to learn conventional fighting styles such as Taikwondo and boxing, but his mutant ability made it impossible to use these effectively. So with the help of his private tutors and much practice and book learning of other styles, he would create his own fighting style. Shura-Baundo or the art of bounce fighting was the name of the style he created and utilized lots of acrobatic moves augmented by his mutant ability, as well as many palm strikes and kicks to use the bounce to his advantage.
Pros for fighting style: It comes very naturally to him since he created it as well as him being the only current practitioner of the style. Another pro comes from the ability to use it to gain momentum and then redirect it at the opponent with palm strikes and kicks.
Cons for fighting style: It depends on his mutant ability to work effectively so all it's weakness's go along with this.

Faction Allegiance
Currently Unaffiliated

History Of Your Character:

Nyzu was born to a poor family in Osaka, Japan, who could not afford him. At the age of one, he was sold to a rich and influential couple that lived in New York and was having problems in having a male son to as an heir. The Himitori, a family of business men, adopted the little boy as theirs, and named him Nyzu Himitori.

As he grew, Nyzu got used to the presence of his mother, Hiroko, who was very much like a rich housewife who actually spent time with her children, and his elder sister, Eiko who, although not giving him the care you could expect from a sister, recognized him as a brother. As for his father, Masaru, he was, to Nyzu, a very distant man, who barely stopped at home although, when he did, he dedicated a long period of time talking to his own son, teaching him how to succeed in life. At the age of five, Nyzu started having private Karate lessons for strength of the body and the mind, piano lessons for the heart and the spirit, and already basic school. He accepted this sudden responsibility with honor, grateful for the chance of growing and learning. Many frustrations came from this, but his determination to overcome the difficulties made him stand up.

When the time came, one year later, Nyzu went to private school. There, he found out he had many hardships with others, due to his difficulties in being seen as an equal to some of his dull and stupid colleagues. In his mind, there was nothing more ridiculous than not receiving his rightful amount of praising for his extreme intelligence and abilities. The few who he could call friends, were more like mosquitoes attracted to a light at night than equals; you could call them admirers. The boot-sucking type.
As for teachers, they considered this a troublesome behavior, but Masaru, his father, paid them no attention, and Hiroko saw them as exquisite animals who could not bear to face a genius-on-the-making.

Adolescence came and, with it, rebellion: Nyzu started provoking his sister, teasing her with words like "unworthy" or "unnecessary", was often frustrated by girls who did not desire his unbearable lack of humility, even though he was already extremely good-looking, and entered into fights with colleagues that did not end well. Was it not for his father's money, he would've been expelled from school.

One day, when he was 16, after another session of sister humiliation, Eiko, driven out of her mind, yelled the truth at Nyzu's face: that he was a beggar's son, sold to a family just because they could not have a male son of their own. This destroyed much of Nyzu's pedestal, leaving him unbalanced between rage and self-pity. His behavior at school was made of extremes. He did not speak to his parents, specially his father, whose rage blew up on Eiko's face - she, who was then 18, was expelled from their house to face the cruelties of life by her own, since Hikoro was forbidden to give her money or any other kind of help. This only seemed to disturb Nyzu even more, the way that family bought, sold and tossed away it's children.

One fated night, he ran away from his house, planning on never returning again. The fates, however, seemed to conspire against him. Not yet possessing a car, he was forced to walk the streets of New York with his clearly upper-class looks, looking lost as he faced a world that had been covered from his eyes with beautiful silk curtains and expensive technology. Doubting himself every second, he found himself in a not-so-well-frequented street, where a band of seven suspicious men walked. He tried his best to ignore them, but the fear of a prey was reflected in his eyes, a fear those predators could not let go to waste. Drawing knives, they threatened to take his life unless he gave them his money. Divided by his will to protect his life and his inability to accept submission, he tried running for his life, which proved to be useless. Getting himself in a fight, there was not much hope in that outnumbered, out powered situation.

Or it would've been that way for a normal person. But, as he found out, Nyzu was not a normal human being. However, as he fought on, it became evident something was wrong; every time he was hit he would move farther back then he should, at least twice as far. The thugs noticed this as well as the fact that despite all their punching and kicking their was no bruises on him at all. This weirdness culminated when the leader of the gang attempted a heavy punch that would have broken a normal man's bones, however it launched Nyzu across the street and into a brick wall which he bounced off of and flew right back. Scared out of his mind, Nyzu held out his hands hoping to protect himself from the oncoming collision. Oddly enough when his palms smashed into the man he immediately stopped moving and the man launched backwards and crashed into another wall. The other gang members quickly scattered after seeing this and gave him an opportunity to escape.

That night, Nyzu made a decision: he would return home, and learn more about his condition. His escape was postponed, as he excused himself for feeling anguished and needing air to breathe. His "new" clothes, stolen from a young man wandering alone, were not questioned. His parents were glad he was safe.

After seeing the cold, dark world that was out their Nyzu dedicated the next 5 years of his life to taken advantage of his opportunities. This involved practicing his newly discovered mutant ability, utilizing the families vast wealth to pay for private tutors in martial arts and acrobatics. Most important however was his shift towards math, although it had always been his strongest subject, he had never truly taken advantage of it before. His parents didn't mind him living their after he turned 18 because he attended college for mathematics, being hailed as a prodigy in the subject. Finally at 25 years of age following him receiving a PhD in mathematics, he would become a professor of trigonometry at New York University.

Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: My friend Duke Leitmotif told me about it
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: Nope
Sample RP: I'm using one from another site, Isabelle and Streak told me I could probably do it since they've seen it done before

While training the wind begins to blow. Loving the breeze, Nyzu calls back his puppets and lets them float in the air around him. "Ah, It's such a nice breeze, eh veri?" He nods as if they reply. "It's a great pity we cant feel like this all the time... I must apologize for lack of a proper home. No really, it's not ok." Continuing to converse Nyzu lies back in the grass and closes his eyes. "You guys realize these are never fair arguments right? Its always you three ganging against me! Cmon be fair!"

Keeping each puppet attached to a finger on his right hand, Nyzu raises his left hand and lets chakra strings flow from them. As he wind breezes by, the chakra strings stream through the air, creating a tingling sense in his hand. For several moments, Nyzu is silent, he enjoys the peaceful calamities of nature just not the filth and lack of sanitation. Still streaming chakra strings, they begin to slowly extend farther and farther, without his notice. Finally getting up and willing to restart training, Nyzu looks at his left hand. It seems weighed down, as if his chakra strings were caught on something. Looking up, he notices several strands caugh in the bushes beyond.

"Wow! did you guys see that?!?! It's really far!!! Like look!" Nyzu points at a bush almost 10 meters away. "To think! i reached that with 4 strings?!?! amazing.." Trying to remember how he had done it, Nyzu gets up and returns proper control of the puppets to his respective hands.

Remembering the blissfullness of the wind upon his hand, Nyzu relaxes. "It sort of tickled right?" He remains unanswered and shrugs. "Hey, this training is as much for you guys as me, your loss" He then smiles and continues on. Attempting to relax his fingers, Nyzu wriggles out chakra strings from them, calmly and delicately. As he watches, the string slowly proceeds as his veri fly forth. Watching their progress he notices the first veri stopping short. "Hey! Is something wrong?"

Oddly enough however the other two are still moving forth. Quickly looking at his fingers, Nyzu sees which is attached to which puppet and realizes his index finger has begun to cramp. Gently massaging it, he watches as more chakra flows and the veri all continue forth.

Knowing his limits, Nyzu begins to focus as each veri almost reaches their mark of 7 meters. As his strings begin to taunt they pull on his fingers, slightly straightening them. "Ok, show time!" He smiles deviously and waits for a few moments. A good 5 minutes later nothing still has happened... Looking at his veri he frowns. "Just a few more minutes guys..." Several minutes later a lush breeze, just before swoops by. Then transfering the chakra strings to one hand, Nyzu removes his glove on the other, exposing it to the cool winds. As he closes his eyes he imitates the feeling in his ungloved hand to the other. "This feels great..." he sighed.

Opening his eyes, mid breeze, Nyzu looks at what his fingers are doing. Each releaxed as the first, he sees them almost dancing, as if among each other. Looking farther down the strings, he notices it creating a whip lash effect, each time rippling to the end, slightly yanking more and more chakra out naturally. "So thats how its done... by nature eh? No wonder i kept failing while trying to force chakra into them."

Reaching into his pockets, Nyzu pulls out a measuring tape. Then quickly recalling the 2nd veri, he places the tape on it and holds one end. Beckoning his friend to go forth, the veri pulls on the tape, somewhat struggling, and helps measure his distance traversed. Patiently awaiting, Nyzu stands, enjoying the breeze and continues to use his new ripple effect.

Waiting for his friend's return, Nyzu stares into the sky. Something about it makes him find it calming... and consoling... but he cant put his finger on it. Mesmerized for a few moments, Nyzu gazes off intently as if without a doubt in the world. Perhaps so, or perhaps not, maybe, just maybe then, had he felt truly happy, whether for a split second or two, fact of the matter was he felt different.

As the veri returns, (Nyzu self consciously measured and returned it) he returns attention to reality. Then leaning forward he whispers in the veri's. "What's that little buddy? Cmon tell me! I'm waiting in suspense >_>" Nyzu stands almost insulted as he gets no answer. "What?! are you acutally mad i called you little?!!? Cmon, your a giant for your size, compared to other people im a chump.. Yes really... No im not saying that to make you feel better... just dont tell the others. Now seriously, how far?"

The veri leans forward as if whispering. Shocked Nyzu gasps and grabs his fellow homeless companions' wings, dancing around in little circles. As he does, he takes no notice of the chakra strings wrapping around him and eventually is immobilized >_>. Laying on the ground he thinks to himself. "Wow... 30 total meters eh? The most i can ever recall doing is maybe 20 at most. We did it... all we need to do is put it to practical battle use..." [/color]

Welcome to MRO.

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