Post by Tokrochiru on Aug 20, 2012 3:01:02 GMT -5
Name: Kyle Matua
Age: 20
Species: Human
Race: Samoan British
Character Class: Brute
Appearance: Kyle is a tan-skinned man with a clean shaven face and medium-length black dreadlocks. His eyes are a very bright blue color. He can usually be seen wearing a multicolored polyester sports jacket, t-shirt, and jeans.
His expression is usually defaulted to a tired-looking, gentle expression. When changes in expression occur, they're very subtle, but there none the less. His eyes widen when surprised, and his lips tighten when he's embarrassed. His boy language becomes droopy when he's sad, and a barely detectable smile can be seen when he's happy. Anger is usually accompanied by fully open eyes, and slightly arching brows.
Kyle is strong in a way that befits a track star or a basketball player. He's also quite tall, standing at 6'7".
Physique: Kyle is immeasurably stronger, faster, and more durable than just about any normal human being can possibly be without the assistance of magic. His perfect body is his only superpower, but as simple as it is, it's effective. His reaction time is on par with the best of human melee combatants, he can run as fast as a leopard, he can lift and toss a moving truck, and hitting him is like trying to hit a rock.
Personality: Kyle is a very shy individual. His inability to form long term attachments with others has been an issue with him ever since he was the age of a toddler. He's very socially capable in some ways, since his vocabulary is well developed, and he has a way of understanding underlying meanings in phrases that others wouldn't pick up. He's very soft and short spoken almost all of the time. The reason for his shyness is less likely due to an inability to communicate, and more likely an inability to simply connect with others.
Kyle is an athlete through and through. Whenever he is tasked with performing something physically straining, he becomes very confident. He performs most physical tasks with great excellency, including complex tasks like repairing electronics. This is a stark contrast to most of his academic skills, which, while he tries very hard, are still somewhat lacking.
Despite his shyness, Kyle is an unexpectedly competitive person. He greatly enjoys spectating and participating in sports, and usually plays to win. However, because of his abilities, he usually gives other players a handicap so that at least they have a fair shot. To do otherwise, he feels, would be unkind.
Kyle is passive when it comes to most conflicts, but under the right circumstances can be pushed to stand up for the little guy. He doesn't like to engage in conflicts with little sportsmanship, as conflicts with rules simply make more sense to him.
Grades: Below Average in "paperwork" classes like math, textbook science and history. Thankfully, he manages to make up for it with his unparalleled excellence in more hands on fields like sports, pottery, and home economics.
Academic Major: Atheletic Training
Years of College Attended: This is his first year at a college/university.
Enrolled Classes:
8:05 AM to 9:00 AM: Advanced Auto Repair - Mondays
9:05 AM to 10:00 AM: Advanced Track - Weekdays
10:05 AM to 12:00 PM: Cross Country - Mondays and Wednesdays
1:05 PM to 2:00 PM: Algebra 101 - Tuesday and Thursday
3:05 PM to 4:00 PM: Home Economics - Fridays
4:05 PM to 4:35 PM: Knitting - Fridays
Weapon: Metal baseball bat.
Subweapon: Brawling and wrestling.
Element: Earth
Abilities:
Inhuman Strength: For reasons unbeknownst to him, Kyle has always possessed physical prowess that surpasses all possible human limits. Kyle's strength allows him to carry a storage truck filled completely with heavy furniture and throw it a distance of at least 10 feet. He is also quite easily capable of crushing a human body with his bare hands. The storage truck filled with furniture seems to be the limit to his strength for the moment. With this strength comes the ability to smash through most walls, damage most heavily armored opponents, and send people flying with a single swing of his baseball bat. Almost all supernatural opponents, however, are somewhat resistant to brute force however, meaning that even if Kyle can toss a car a fair distance, it's still slightly tasking to rip a giant's arm off (though far from impossible).
Inhuman Speed: Kyle has an insanely fast running speed, and is capable of running up to speeds of 52 miles per hour for short sprints. However, he can only run at 31 miles per hour while not exhausting himself.
Inhuman Endurance: Kyle's skin is as durable as iron and his bones are as hard as titanium. He is remarkably resistant to both physical and magical attacks.
Money: Enough to get by on his own.
Items:
- A flat screen television
- Several storybooks from his childhood
- A number of posters featuring sports stars. One autographed poster of Charles Barkley stands out amongst the rest.
- A few magazines about cars and engineering
- An old, but functioning Neo Geo and a copy of Last Blade 2 and King of Fighters 2002
- An old, stitched up stuffed panda bear
Vehicle: Minivan (Honda Pilot)
Story: Even in his earliest days, Kyle Matua was never quite able to identify with his peers. The easy answer would be to blame his abnormal strength; something he and his parents tried very hard to keep secret.
He tried to play with the other children, but all too often he ended up hurting them. When one kid pushed him aggressively, he pushed back much harder than he should have. They shattered so easily, as if made of dry clay. That was why his parents didn't live in the city. It was better for everyone if Kyle and his family just stayed in the country. It was there that his parents did their best to teach him to control his strength. Eventually, he became self-controlled enough to play sports with other children without hurting them too much.
Kyle had always had a passion for competitive sports. There was something about the honorable, regulated use of strength that he had found comforting. It made sense. It was something he did well, too. So well, that he had to handicap himself in order to give other people a chance. He never really bonded much with those he competed with and against, but none the less, he found solace whenever he was on a track field, or in a basketball court.
Sports was only one of Kyle's passions, however. He may have had extraordinary strength, but he also had a great talent for performing hands-on tasks, and a great comprehension of shape and architecture. His parents, both experienced auto repairmen, taught him how to open up and fix a car from a very young age. He spent much of his time fixing automobiles and other vehicles, stacking bricks, painting walls. His parents were sure that a boy of his intelligence would succeed academically. They were wrong.
School wasn't so rough for Kyle at first, but as more complex paperwork was assigned to him, he began to fall behind. Math wasn't at all like sports or construction. It was filled to the brim with meaningless symbols. He tried his hardest to comprehend it, but he never quite could. It was as if his mind simply wasn't capable of conceiving all of it.
Despite this, Kyle managed to, for the most part, pull through. However, some time after his fifteenth birthday, Kyle began to feel like he was being watched. Other problems were starting to surface in his life.
There was a man who watched him ever time he did his cross country runs. Kyle wasn't exactly the most socially knowledgeable person, but he knew what an expression meant. The man looked cheated. As if something had been taken from him. Kyle tried to approach him a few times and talk to him. However, every time he did, the man simply walked away.
One day, when Kyle was walking home from school, the man always watched him run appeared before him. Several other men in trench coats were with him. They surrounded him with surprising ease.
"We need you to come with us," the man said.
"I don't trust stalkers," Kyle responded.
"Kyle, I know this must all seem strange to you, but trust me. There are things you need to know. Things your parents can't tell you because they don't know."
The man pointed to Kyle's arm.
"You must wonder why you're so strong, Kyle. Why you're so fast. Why you're so sturdy. We can help you, but you need to come with us."
"No," Kyle responded simply.
"No? Just no?"
"Just no."
"....Well, I'm sorry, but we can't have that."
The men made a lunge for him. They left him little choice. He broke them, one by one, until the stalker was on the ground, one arm ripped off and bleeding to death. He was coughing.
Kyle had meant to simply incapacitate them. Not kill them. What led him to become so...so violent? So brutal?
The man managed to speak a little bit before he died. Just a couple of sentences, in a very quiet, barely audible voice.
"H-how?...Constructs aren't supposed to be able to defend themselves..."
That was it. After he managed to push those words out, he stopped moving. Kyle rushed home. His parents didn't ask what happened. Instead they asked "was it your fault?"
"No. They attacked me."
They nodded, and told him to clean himself up. They never brought it up again.
Life went on. Years passed, and Kyle grew into a man. He graduated high school, if just barely. He wanted to get into sports, or perhaps auto repair, but no institutes of higher education would accept him. Not any in Britain, anyway. However, in an almost comically convenient twist of events, Kyle recieved a letter in the mail. The letter was an invitation. An invitation to attend Carnigan University, as part of their "gifted youths outreach program". It was a program that, likely mostly for the sake of receiving good PR. Something along the lines of "you weren't given the help you need, so here's a scholarship."
Kyle wasn't about to turn down a chance at a higher education. He wanted to succeed, and the sports programs advertised in the offer looked simply too tempting to pass up. He packed up his things, said goodbye to his parents, and moved out.
As he drove toward the University, an odd sensation overcame him. A strange sense of anticipation that he did not recognize.
"Maybe you've just got butterflies in your stomach" his father would have said. He hoped he was right.
Theme Song:
Battle Theme:
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Age: 20
Species: Human
Race: Samoan British
Character Class: Brute
Appearance: Kyle is a tan-skinned man with a clean shaven face and medium-length black dreadlocks. His eyes are a very bright blue color. He can usually be seen wearing a multicolored polyester sports jacket, t-shirt, and jeans.
His expression is usually defaulted to a tired-looking, gentle expression. When changes in expression occur, they're very subtle, but there none the less. His eyes widen when surprised, and his lips tighten when he's embarrassed. His boy language becomes droopy when he's sad, and a barely detectable smile can be seen when he's happy. Anger is usually accompanied by fully open eyes, and slightly arching brows.
Kyle is strong in a way that befits a track star or a basketball player. He's also quite tall, standing at 6'7".
Physique: Kyle is immeasurably stronger, faster, and more durable than just about any normal human being can possibly be without the assistance of magic. His perfect body is his only superpower, but as simple as it is, it's effective. His reaction time is on par with the best of human melee combatants, he can run as fast as a leopard, he can lift and toss a moving truck, and hitting him is like trying to hit a rock.
Personality: Kyle is a very shy individual. His inability to form long term attachments with others has been an issue with him ever since he was the age of a toddler. He's very socially capable in some ways, since his vocabulary is well developed, and he has a way of understanding underlying meanings in phrases that others wouldn't pick up. He's very soft and short spoken almost all of the time. The reason for his shyness is less likely due to an inability to communicate, and more likely an inability to simply connect with others.
Kyle is an athlete through and through. Whenever he is tasked with performing something physically straining, he becomes very confident. He performs most physical tasks with great excellency, including complex tasks like repairing electronics. This is a stark contrast to most of his academic skills, which, while he tries very hard, are still somewhat lacking.
Despite his shyness, Kyle is an unexpectedly competitive person. He greatly enjoys spectating and participating in sports, and usually plays to win. However, because of his abilities, he usually gives other players a handicap so that at least they have a fair shot. To do otherwise, he feels, would be unkind.
Kyle is passive when it comes to most conflicts, but under the right circumstances can be pushed to stand up for the little guy. He doesn't like to engage in conflicts with little sportsmanship, as conflicts with rules simply make more sense to him.
Grades: Below Average in "paperwork" classes like math, textbook science and history. Thankfully, he manages to make up for it with his unparalleled excellence in more hands on fields like sports, pottery, and home economics.
Academic Major: Atheletic Training
Years of College Attended: This is his first year at a college/university.
Enrolled Classes:
8:05 AM to 9:00 AM: Advanced Auto Repair - Mondays
9:05 AM to 10:00 AM: Advanced Track - Weekdays
10:05 AM to 12:00 PM: Cross Country - Mondays and Wednesdays
1:05 PM to 2:00 PM: Algebra 101 - Tuesday and Thursday
3:05 PM to 4:00 PM: Home Economics - Fridays
4:05 PM to 4:35 PM: Knitting - Fridays
Weapon: Metal baseball bat.
Subweapon: Brawling and wrestling.
Element: Earth
Abilities:
Inhuman Strength: For reasons unbeknownst to him, Kyle has always possessed physical prowess that surpasses all possible human limits. Kyle's strength allows him to carry a storage truck filled completely with heavy furniture and throw it a distance of at least 10 feet. He is also quite easily capable of crushing a human body with his bare hands. The storage truck filled with furniture seems to be the limit to his strength for the moment. With this strength comes the ability to smash through most walls, damage most heavily armored opponents, and send people flying with a single swing of his baseball bat. Almost all supernatural opponents, however, are somewhat resistant to brute force however, meaning that even if Kyle can toss a car a fair distance, it's still slightly tasking to rip a giant's arm off (though far from impossible).
Inhuman Speed: Kyle has an insanely fast running speed, and is capable of running up to speeds of 52 miles per hour for short sprints. However, he can only run at 31 miles per hour while not exhausting himself.
Inhuman Endurance: Kyle's skin is as durable as iron and his bones are as hard as titanium. He is remarkably resistant to both physical and magical attacks.
Money: Enough to get by on his own.
Items:
- A flat screen television
- Several storybooks from his childhood
- A number of posters featuring sports stars. One autographed poster of Charles Barkley stands out amongst the rest.
- A few magazines about cars and engineering
- An old, but functioning Neo Geo and a copy of Last Blade 2 and King of Fighters 2002
- An old, stitched up stuffed panda bear
Vehicle: Minivan (Honda Pilot)
Story: Even in his earliest days, Kyle Matua was never quite able to identify with his peers. The easy answer would be to blame his abnormal strength; something he and his parents tried very hard to keep secret.
He tried to play with the other children, but all too often he ended up hurting them. When one kid pushed him aggressively, he pushed back much harder than he should have. They shattered so easily, as if made of dry clay. That was why his parents didn't live in the city. It was better for everyone if Kyle and his family just stayed in the country. It was there that his parents did their best to teach him to control his strength. Eventually, he became self-controlled enough to play sports with other children without hurting them too much.
Kyle had always had a passion for competitive sports. There was something about the honorable, regulated use of strength that he had found comforting. It made sense. It was something he did well, too. So well, that he had to handicap himself in order to give other people a chance. He never really bonded much with those he competed with and against, but none the less, he found solace whenever he was on a track field, or in a basketball court.
Sports was only one of Kyle's passions, however. He may have had extraordinary strength, but he also had a great talent for performing hands-on tasks, and a great comprehension of shape and architecture. His parents, both experienced auto repairmen, taught him how to open up and fix a car from a very young age. He spent much of his time fixing automobiles and other vehicles, stacking bricks, painting walls. His parents were sure that a boy of his intelligence would succeed academically. They were wrong.
School wasn't so rough for Kyle at first, but as more complex paperwork was assigned to him, he began to fall behind. Math wasn't at all like sports or construction. It was filled to the brim with meaningless symbols. He tried his hardest to comprehend it, but he never quite could. It was as if his mind simply wasn't capable of conceiving all of it.
Despite this, Kyle managed to, for the most part, pull through. However, some time after his fifteenth birthday, Kyle began to feel like he was being watched. Other problems were starting to surface in his life.
There was a man who watched him ever time he did his cross country runs. Kyle wasn't exactly the most socially knowledgeable person, but he knew what an expression meant. The man looked cheated. As if something had been taken from him. Kyle tried to approach him a few times and talk to him. However, every time he did, the man simply walked away.
One day, when Kyle was walking home from school, the man always watched him run appeared before him. Several other men in trench coats were with him. They surrounded him with surprising ease.
"We need you to come with us," the man said.
"I don't trust stalkers," Kyle responded.
"Kyle, I know this must all seem strange to you, but trust me. There are things you need to know. Things your parents can't tell you because they don't know."
The man pointed to Kyle's arm.
"You must wonder why you're so strong, Kyle. Why you're so fast. Why you're so sturdy. We can help you, but you need to come with us."
"No," Kyle responded simply.
"No? Just no?"
"Just no."
"....Well, I'm sorry, but we can't have that."
The men made a lunge for him. They left him little choice. He broke them, one by one, until the stalker was on the ground, one arm ripped off and bleeding to death. He was coughing.
Kyle had meant to simply incapacitate them. Not kill them. What led him to become so...so violent? So brutal?
The man managed to speak a little bit before he died. Just a couple of sentences, in a very quiet, barely audible voice.
"H-how?...Constructs aren't supposed to be able to defend themselves..."
That was it. After he managed to push those words out, he stopped moving. Kyle rushed home. His parents didn't ask what happened. Instead they asked "was it your fault?"
"No. They attacked me."
They nodded, and told him to clean himself up. They never brought it up again.
Life went on. Years passed, and Kyle grew into a man. He graduated high school, if just barely. He wanted to get into sports, or perhaps auto repair, but no institutes of higher education would accept him. Not any in Britain, anyway. However, in an almost comically convenient twist of events, Kyle recieved a letter in the mail. The letter was an invitation. An invitation to attend Carnigan University, as part of their "gifted youths outreach program". It was a program that, likely mostly for the sake of receiving good PR. Something along the lines of "you weren't given the help you need, so here's a scholarship."
Kyle wasn't about to turn down a chance at a higher education. He wanted to succeed, and the sports programs advertised in the offer looked simply too tempting to pass up. He packed up his things, said goodbye to his parents, and moved out.
As he drove toward the University, an odd sensation overcame him. A strange sense of anticipation that he did not recognize.
"Maybe you've just got butterflies in your stomach" his father would have said. He hoped he was right.
Theme Song:
Battle Theme:
Battle Theme (Arranged Version):