Post by Kyouhaku Shyukage on Jun 1, 2013 20:56:15 GMT -5
I truly do not know how to begin. There's a lot of things I wish to bring up, but there's a lot of upsetting information which guides it. That's life I suppose. At any rate..
The year was 2003. It was summer, the warmth and radiant light opens up oppertunity to most. I was known as Kyouhaku at the time I started. Young, reckless, and sarcastic. Yeah, that was me. It didn't take too long to realize that I was bound to this life. A life that I wouldn't trade for anything else.
I started off in Stick Arena (Xgenstudios). Just like everything else, the time was young, extravagant, and clear. I wanted to Roleplay so much that I'd sneak attack the big kids (Old Gens). They'd play along, and end up beating me. It was their way of sharing how they felt then. I started off playing with swords. I trained by myself and I'd kill animals, monsters, and even demons. Hell, I was natural. I couldn't control myself whenever I slashed. Impaled. Geouge. It was SUV a dramatic rush. Then I met him.
His name was Tora Inazuka, member of the Inazuka clan at the time. He was older than me, and far more powerful. He knew exactly what strategies to use against me whenever I attempted to attack him. One day, when sparring with him he said to find my own way of fighting. He said that showing off others' fighting styles was a sense of being ignorant and labeling yourself a "wannabe". At the time, I was young so it felt bad to me. It hurt my feelings to hear that you had no sense of direction, no calling. It felt like a personal degeneration. At certain points in time, I continue to change weapons, train harder and learn more. Where I was intellectually, it was generic. Everyone fought almost the same, except for the big kids. They knew how to learn and to adapt to fighting. I only knew how to copy and mimic others. I never understood how to truly evolve. One day, Tora and the others interrupted me to fight. He introduced me to a certain girl. Her name is was Ayane. The feeling she possessed came off as a chill. It passed down my spine each time she spoke. I was excited. At the same time, I was afraid. I was afraid of losing, especially to a girl. That would hurt my pride in many ways if she got the better of me.
We fought. I used my dual knives against her wind elemental abilities. She appeared behind me, even faster than I blinked. She laughed because she knew I was at her mercy. She knew that she could end my life at any given moment in time. I turned to her and struck my right arm forward, expecting my knife to penetrate her chest and rip her heart out. Her body rifts to the side of my arm, and severs it completely with a focused cyclone clutch. Blood leaked from the severed cord. I screamed in pain. She stood there, with the cyclone spiraling in the palm of her hand. She called me a loser, and laughed as her element courses through my body, cutting me almost in half.
When I came to, Tora shook his head and he looked to me in disappointment. The other bigger kids laughed at me, mocking me. They sat upon their imaginary pedestals and praised their own. I felt so upset, so disappointed. The bitter taste of that poison had left a deep scar on my tongue. There had been one male that helped heal my injuries. His name was Sesshomaru. He was one of the higher ups.
Sesshomaru knew how it felt to be the laughingstock of the entire group. He wasn't always cool though. A quiet, intelligent type. He had looked out for me on some occasions when I was pinned against others. It was his way of saying "Do your best.". Sometimes I wondered if he humored me. Other times, I ask why. Tora looked to him occasionally to remind him that I was just "another wannabe", like I had nothing else to call my own. Ironically, he was right. I didn't have anything. I didn't have anyone. Just myself and a wonderful thought of being one of the "cool kids."
Months later, during the reign of the Millennium, I developed a plan to create an alias. A man with a bloodthirsty mentality and a heart as cold as ice. A man that has to be revealed later on. Down the line, I trained. Every day, I trained. For hours a day, I trained vigorously, hoping that one day, they would come to find me and ask for my company. A hope filled thought. A thought in vain. No matter how hard I tried, everyone won against me. Weaklings. My generation. The gifted. The big kids. It did not matter. No one could match my sense of defeat more than I could. That was the only positive out of my fighting.
My Rp skills were not the problem. It was my conscious. The block that prevents me from delivering the final kill that'll determine the victor from the defeated. And each and every TIME.. I froze. I froze when the enemy was backed against the wall. I froze when everything seemed in vain when fighting a true monster. It all seemed like a waste of time when I lost. Every time I did, they'd laugh. They'd ridicule. They'd disrespect. But it never tore down my love for the tradition. It only sent me back to train.
During the end of the Millennium era, I took the initiative of recreating my image. I left for a small amount of time. During the time, techniques were picked up. Teachings were lectured. My sight was rehabilitating. I wanted to become more than everyone. The mask enveloped his existence. His name was no longer his. A new sense of power overcame him like a possession. It called itself a lot of things. But it's favorite called itself .. Jubei.
To be continued.[/u]
The year was 2003. It was summer, the warmth and radiant light opens up oppertunity to most. I was known as Kyouhaku at the time I started. Young, reckless, and sarcastic. Yeah, that was me. It didn't take too long to realize that I was bound to this life. A life that I wouldn't trade for anything else.
I started off in Stick Arena (Xgenstudios). Just like everything else, the time was young, extravagant, and clear. I wanted to Roleplay so much that I'd sneak attack the big kids (Old Gens). They'd play along, and end up beating me. It was their way of sharing how they felt then. I started off playing with swords. I trained by myself and I'd kill animals, monsters, and even demons. Hell, I was natural. I couldn't control myself whenever I slashed. Impaled. Geouge. It was SUV a dramatic rush. Then I met him.
His name was Tora Inazuka, member of the Inazuka clan at the time. He was older than me, and far more powerful. He knew exactly what strategies to use against me whenever I attempted to attack him. One day, when sparring with him he said to find my own way of fighting. He said that showing off others' fighting styles was a sense of being ignorant and labeling yourself a "wannabe". At the time, I was young so it felt bad to me. It hurt my feelings to hear that you had no sense of direction, no calling. It felt like a personal degeneration. At certain points in time, I continue to change weapons, train harder and learn more. Where I was intellectually, it was generic. Everyone fought almost the same, except for the big kids. They knew how to learn and to adapt to fighting. I only knew how to copy and mimic others. I never understood how to truly evolve. One day, Tora and the others interrupted me to fight. He introduced me to a certain girl. Her name is was Ayane. The feeling she possessed came off as a chill. It passed down my spine each time she spoke. I was excited. At the same time, I was afraid. I was afraid of losing, especially to a girl. That would hurt my pride in many ways if she got the better of me.
We fought. I used my dual knives against her wind elemental abilities. She appeared behind me, even faster than I blinked. She laughed because she knew I was at her mercy. She knew that she could end my life at any given moment in time. I turned to her and struck my right arm forward, expecting my knife to penetrate her chest and rip her heart out. Her body rifts to the side of my arm, and severs it completely with a focused cyclone clutch. Blood leaked from the severed cord. I screamed in pain. She stood there, with the cyclone spiraling in the palm of her hand. She called me a loser, and laughed as her element courses through my body, cutting me almost in half.
When I came to, Tora shook his head and he looked to me in disappointment. The other bigger kids laughed at me, mocking me. They sat upon their imaginary pedestals and praised their own. I felt so upset, so disappointed. The bitter taste of that poison had left a deep scar on my tongue. There had been one male that helped heal my injuries. His name was Sesshomaru. He was one of the higher ups.
Sesshomaru knew how it felt to be the laughingstock of the entire group. He wasn't always cool though. A quiet, intelligent type. He had looked out for me on some occasions when I was pinned against others. It was his way of saying "Do your best.". Sometimes I wondered if he humored me. Other times, I ask why. Tora looked to him occasionally to remind him that I was just "another wannabe", like I had nothing else to call my own. Ironically, he was right. I didn't have anything. I didn't have anyone. Just myself and a wonderful thought of being one of the "cool kids."
Months later, during the reign of the Millennium, I developed a plan to create an alias. A man with a bloodthirsty mentality and a heart as cold as ice. A man that has to be revealed later on. Down the line, I trained. Every day, I trained. For hours a day, I trained vigorously, hoping that one day, they would come to find me and ask for my company. A hope filled thought. A thought in vain. No matter how hard I tried, everyone won against me. Weaklings. My generation. The gifted. The big kids. It did not matter. No one could match my sense of defeat more than I could. That was the only positive out of my fighting.
My Rp skills were not the problem. It was my conscious. The block that prevents me from delivering the final kill that'll determine the victor from the defeated. And each and every TIME.. I froze. I froze when the enemy was backed against the wall. I froze when everything seemed in vain when fighting a true monster. It all seemed like a waste of time when I lost. Every time I did, they'd laugh. They'd ridicule. They'd disrespect. But it never tore down my love for the tradition. It only sent me back to train.
During the end of the Millennium era, I took the initiative of recreating my image. I left for a small amount of time. During the time, techniques were picked up. Teachings were lectured. My sight was rehabilitating. I wanted to become more than everyone. The mask enveloped his existence. His name was no longer his. A new sense of power overcame him like a possession. It called itself a lot of things. But it's favorite called itself .. Jubei.
To be continued.[/u]
Taer sadly passed away today from a car accident.