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Ukyo Pariah
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General
Name: Ukyo the Unknown
Height: 6"2
Weight: 160lbs
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Orientation: Wandering Bounty Hunter
Status: Unknown
Records
Wins:28
Losses:2
Wins by Default:6
Losses by Default:2
Kills:16
deaths:0
Ukyo the Unknown
In 1856 a boy was born within this incredible village of mystery only to known as an outcast. Unlike the brown har and eyes of the other villagers, this younng boy had Jet black hair and emerald green hues. As time progressed and he did not grow out of them like they had prayed. People began to grow afraid of him and his intentins for they looed down upon him as a demon of some sorts. Councils came to the conclusion that they would put an end to his life through the training in the dojo by sentencing him to lashing from a different male everymonth until the age of 16 when he would then be banished. His parents did not fight or argue in his defense for even they feared him but they feared the council even more. Life was not the same for him as the kids ran away from him or threw rocks at him. He picked up the nickname Pariah meaning Outcast at the age of 10 and it stuck with him from that point on. He became a very quiet and mysterious young man as he reached the age of 12. Upon his arrival in the dojo his lashing started immediately, his first day was his worst or so he thought it was. Day after day and beating after beating his life had reached an all time low. Days turned to months and months to years, what once hurt him now turned to nothing more than a beating as he would casually wrap his arms around a tree and take the lashing without wincing even the slightest bit. Having grown so accustom to pain, nothing hurt him and it lead to him beating kids in the dojo ho messed with him. His anger stemmed from his loneliness and his loneliness stemmed from his village's misunderstanding of greatness. As his last month came before turning 16 he casually walked out as usual and grabbed the tree, a tall man who looed similar to Ukyo waled up with a Blade in his hand and turned the young man around to face him. It was the Pariah's father and his eyes were full of disgust, Ukyo was a disgrace in his father's eyes and it always tore him apart on the inside. His father smirked as he raised the blade upwards and swung it down across Ukyo's chest leaving a deep lasuration across it from top right shoulder down to bottom left hip. He for once fell to his knees, not in physical pain but in disbelief and heartache...His own father had stricken him with a blade as his eyes looked up to meet his father's all he caught was a spit to the face form a man who was supposed to love him. His heart turned to ice and filled with anger as he watched the man walk away. This was the final event that lead to the snapping of the Pariah and what had ultimately lead to the village's downfall in just one night. His turning of age was so close that a forced banishment would mean nothing to the young warrior as he remembered hearing of two special blades hidden within the council chambers. That night he broke in without making a sound as he crept through the hallways and located the duel katanas, he grabbed them and began his destrcution of the village. he slit the throats of the councilmen one by one without making even the slightest of sounds from there he went into the houses one at a time laying waste to families, men, women, children, all of them slaughtered. Alarms were set off as the council Elites were summoned only to fall within an instance, their body were perfectly dismembered within such a short time, a tactic mastered by Ukyo through his fights in the dojo. He mastered the art of the "Perfect Death" one he would soon turn into the "Beautiful Bereavement". As the night went on and he finished killing everyone he set the village ablaze and made his way out of the forrest that night.He walked into Kyoto and straight out, he drew far more attention than even the biggest of warriors had for he was covered in blood and only 16 years old. The citizens all turned their attention to the smoke rising from within the forrest, they had never nown of anything lieing within there. In their state of distraction Ukyo slipped away without notice, only to wander the world fighting warriors of all backgrounds. Spectators soon began to gather at his fights after hearing of his graceful fighting style and the word of being the "Perfect Warrior" flooded across the regions in the four corners of the world. As time progressed and he began to make his appearances more public by hosting open challenging times in the streets if villages his personality soon turned from quiet and depressing to loud, energetic, and attention seeking but in the back of his mind the fateful night from which he destroyed his village always troubled his thoughts as he would go to sleep. Every waking moment he spent not thinking about that, he spent thinking about becoming the Best warrior th world has ever known. He has may be a warrior without mercy in combat but blades sheathed he is one of great respect, charm, kind, and fun. He is easily triggered though, if people made any comments about the Journal found in his village he goes ballistic and may kill the person.
The Village of Mystery
A village laid hidden in a dark eerie forrest just outside of Kyoto. The thick vegetation and horrid creatures lurking in the woods kept all of humanity outside. The village however did not always lie so dep within this dangerous woodland area, it once resided out in the open meadows lie east of Kyoto but war broke out and having been at a great disadvantage, the head councilman of the village chose to flee into the forrest. Losing nearly half the villagers in the travel through the forrest alone they finally stopped and begun constructing what would soon become one of the most dangerous villages to ever exist. Everyone within the village bore the same two traits of brown hair and eyes, for some odd reason no one outside of these characteristics was ever born....Only to never be seen, heard of, or uuderstood untill it's downfall. The day of it's discovery came shirtly after being destroyed by something or....Somebody. The village now lies in ruin and the land that was once a prominent and successful village of fighters is nothing more than a tombstone covered graveyard of people no one will ever understand now. Well atleast that was until a young boy stumbled across a Journal of someone Named Ukyo Pariah.Music
Details
- Status: In a Relationship
- Here for: Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends
- Orientation: Straight
- Body type: Athletic
- Ethnicity: White / Caucasian
- Zodiac Sign: Pisces
- Children: Someday
- Occupation: Wonderer
Blurbs
About me:
Name: Ukyo the UnknownHeight: 6"2
Weight: 160lbs
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Orientation: Wandering Bounty Hunter
Status: Unknown
Records
Wins:28
Losses:2
Wins by Default:6
Losses by Default:2
Kills:16
deaths:0
Ukyo the Unknown
In 1856 a boy was born within this incredible village of mystery only to known as an outcast. Unlike the brown har and eyes of the other villagers, this younng boy had Jet black hair and emerald green hues. As time progressed and he did not grow out of them like they had prayed. People began to grow afraid of him and his intentins for they looed down upon him as a demon of some sorts. Councils came to the conclusion that they would put an end to his life through the training in the dojo by sentencing him to lashing from a different male everymonth until the age of 16 when he would then be banished. His parents did not fight or argue in his defense for even they feared him but they feared the council even more. Life was not the same for him as the kids ran away from him or threw rocks at him. He picked up the nickname Pariah meaning Outcast at the age of 10 and it stuck with him from that point on. He became a very quiet and mysterious young man as he reached the age of 12. Upon his arrival in the dojo his lashing started immediately, his first day was his worst or so he thought it was. Day after day and beating after beating his life had reached an all time low. Days turned to months and months to years, what once hurt him now turned to nothing more than a beating as he would casually wrap his arms around a tree and take the lashing without wincing even the slightest bit. Having grown so accustom to pain, nothing hurt him and it lead to him beating kids in the dojo ho messed with him. His anger stemmed from his loneliness and his loneliness stemmed from his village's misunderstanding of greatness. As his last month came before turning 16 he casually walked out as usual and grabbed the tree, a tall man who looed similar to Ukyo waled up with a Blade in his hand and turned the young man around to face him. It was the Pariah's father and his eyes were full of disgust, Ukyo was a disgrace in his father's eyes and it always tore him apart on the inside. His father smirked as he raised the blade upwards and swung it down across Ukyo's chest leaving a deep lasuration across it from top right shoulder down to bottom left hip. He for once fell to his knees, not in physical pain but in disbelief and heartache...His own father had stricken him with a blade as his eyes looked up to meet his father's all he caught was a spit to the face form a man who was supposed to love him. His heart turned to ice and filled with anger as he watched the man walk away. This was the final event that lead to the snapping of the Pariah and what had ultimately lead to the village's downfall in just one night. His turning of age was so close that a forced banishment would mean nothing to the young warrior as he remembered hearing of two special blades hidden within the council chambers. That night he broke in without making a sound as he crept through the hallways and located the duel katanas, he grabbed them and began his destrcution of the village. he slit the throats of the councilmen one by one without making even the slightest of sounds from there he went into the houses one at a time laying waste to families, men, women, children, all of them slaughtered. Alarms were set off as the council Elites were summoned only to fall within an instance, their body were perfectly dismembered within such a short time, a tactic mastered by Ukyo through his fights in the dojo. He mastered the art of the "Perfect Death" one he would soon turn into the "Beautiful Bereavement". As the night went on and he finished killing everyone he set the village ablaze and made his way out of the forrest that night.He walked into Kyoto and straight out, he drew far more attention than even the biggest of warriors had for he was covered in blood and only 16 years old. The citizens all turned their attention to the smoke rising from within the forrest, they had never nown of anything lieing within there. In their state of distraction Ukyo slipped away without notice, only to wander the world fighting warriors of all backgrounds. Spectators soon began to gather at his fights after hearing of his graceful fighting style and the word of being the "Perfect Warrior" flooded across the regions in the four corners of the world. As time progressed and he began to make his appearances more public by hosting open challenging times in the streets if villages his personality soon turned from quiet and depressing to loud, energetic, and attention seeking but in the back of his mind the fateful night from which he destroyed his village always troubled his thoughts as he would go to sleep. Every waking moment he spent not thinking about that, he spent thinking about becoming the Best warrior th world has ever known. He has may be a warrior without mercy in combat but blades sheathed he is one of great respect, charm, kind, and fun. He is easily triggered though, if people made any comments about the Journal found in his village he goes ballistic and may kill the person.
The Village of Mystery
A village laid hidden in a dark eerie forrest just outside of Kyoto. The thick vegetation and horrid creatures lurking in the woods kept all of humanity outside. The village however did not always lie so dep within this dangerous woodland area, it once resided out in the open meadows lie east of Kyoto but war broke out and having been at a great disadvantage, the head councilman of the village chose to flee into the forrest. Losing nearly half the villagers in the travel through the forrest alone they finally stopped and begun constructing what would soon become one of the most dangerous villages to ever exist. Everyone within the village bore the same two traits of brown hair and eyes, for some odd reason no one outside of these characteristics was ever born....Only to never be seen, heard of, or understood untill it's downfall. The day of it's discovery came shirtly after being destroyed by something or....Somebody. The village now lies in ruin and the land that was once a prominent and successful village of fighters is nothing more than a tombstone covered graveyard of people no one will ever understand now. Well atleast that was until a young boy stumbled across a Journal of someone Named Ukyo Pariah.
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Sep 12 2008 10:46 PM
My name is Marcus Van Sciver. I'm the Vampire Lord of the Vampire Nation. I live in the House of Chthon in Detroit, Michigan. Right now I'm wearing a black with white shirt and black tie.
Right now I'm in my office. I'm working on some paperwork that must be done before the Conclave in a couple of weeks.
I decide to take a break and I poured myself a glass of blood. Then I got up from my desk and I walked out onto my balcony and I watched below the humans walking by the House of Chthon. To humans this is Van Sciver Industries. They don't know that it's actually a Vampire House.
Sep 7 2008 10:32 PM
Ah, fear, but its not your own. Your a killer by nature am i right Ukyo?
Sep 7 2008 10:15 PM
*She walks closer to him and laughs*
So you wont tell me what you are?
*The storm above her stops and the clouds slowly fade away, showing that her mood has greatly improved and she is feeling a tad more playful.*
Well the scent of blood is thick around you so i suppose you either kill shit alot or you are a vampire.
(better?)
Sep 7 2008 9:57 PM
*sits on the ground making a fake pouty face*
hmp! Oh well.
Sep 7 2008 9:49 PM
*she looks at his eyes*
What are you?
Its obvious your not human but Your scent does not say vampire nor lycan.
Sep 7 2008 9:44 PM
*I walk up to you, my ebon hair blowing in the cool breeze. The skies are clear ahead of me but thick storm clouds follow in my path. I walk up to you and bow my head low*
My name is Sayuri Takyison.
(thats all ur gettin outta me! lol)
Sep 7 2008 2:17 AM
Echos of tapping was heard in a dark thick forest. Done a lone dirt path way was a horse trotting down it. Sitting on the horse was of someone barely seen clearly from the mist. If looking closely, the figure would be wearing and all long black cloak with its face hidden by the cloak hood.
The finger relax on the horse held onto the its rope's of the horse. A strange strong aura would come from the finger not many could figuer out.
The horse would lead out of the woods onto a broken stone path leading to a place filled with broken down stones and old grave stones laying here and there. A few wolves and other animals was seen wandering this land. A few ran away to hide away from the unknown stranger roming.
A soft tone came from the finger as the only words it spoke was "...Stop..." The horse stopped right in its tracks in front of loads of rubble and a large grave stone. The finger fliped her leg over and got off the horse and tied its ropes around something.
The finger seem to hold black and deep crimson red rose in its hands. It walked over to the grave stone and just kneeled down in front of the grave setting the rose right down in front of it. There were many other rose there already but dead. The finger lifted its hands to the cloak hood and lifting it down. Long silk black hair fell over the shoulders. A pale face was seen with rose red lips and deep crimson eyes. Telling of the face it was a women. She looked at the grave stone as it had the words Isobella Crimson here she lays; sleep well. And the three devil numbers 666.
The women signed a little as she just stared at the grave stone with a empty face. She was kneeled there loseing track of time. Her eyes wandered to look up though the misty air to the cloudy night sky were the moon sat barely seen from the clouds. For now she thought she was alone, but maybe not.
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Aug 29 2008 5:45 PM
"Do you never listen to me" Glory yelled out to to her servents as she rumaged through her wardrobe, all she wanted was her favorite red dress and could she find it 'no' and not only that her men hadnt ever brought her a present. She needed someone, anyone yet she wouldnt harm her children as she called them. "Wellbring me the bloody postman if you must" she screamed out before sitting on the edge of the bed starring to them with a face like thunder.
Aug 29 2008 5:44 PM
As she waited she fell back on the bed and starred up to her ceiling, her eyes rolling back in her head. She hated this mortal world, it sickened her.. her search for the 'key' was proving more hassle then its worth. But as soon as she had it, she would be free to go back to the hell dimension and release all evil over this place they called earth. Finally they came back and yes with the post man. Smirking she pulled herself up from her bed and strutted towards him as they chucked him to the groud.
Looking up to her almost beggin for his life made her laugh like a child "aww sweetie, you want to live" he looked up to her with tears in his eyes "I have a wife and kids... please let me go il .. il do anything.." she chuckled and clapped her hands together "oh i love it..... and the only thing your lame fukin ass can give me is your adress so i can kill that bitch ass wife of yours and let your children watch" smirking as she stretched her fingers out and placed them either side of his head.. digging them in deeper as he yelled in pain. A white beam surrounded her hands as she did and her head tilted back as she moaned almost in extacy from the feeling off life. Without these pathetic mortals she would not survive.. it was her punishment, why they had kicked her out.. simply because she was the most powerful of the gods and in fear she would take over they had to get rid of her.
Aug 29 2008 5:44 PM
Soon enough she had taken all she could from the man and dropped him to the floor "Damn that was good, no get rid of him and im going to have some run" stepping over the body as he laid there moaning she ran her hand across her changing her outfit and hair style completely "and find my dress Doc" she yelled back. The man was taken outside and left to wander where he wanted for she does not kill them she just takes there mind, causing them to go completely insane.. many where locked up in the asylum thanks to her handy work. As she stepped out her lavish home she appeared suddenly in the main town walking with no care and draining the life of all those who walked in front of her. Stopping she could sense a greater power causing a smirk to tug at her lips... the thought of draining someone with as much power excited her completely. Passing a few stores and eyeing up some of the lavish clothes and jewellery she knew she'd be back there later getting all she desired. No one got in Glory's way and if they did they wouldnt live to tell the tale. As she continued her way she had the strangest feeling and felt the coldness around her grow and the skies become heavy. Turning on her heel she could see the dark figure looming in the distance and smirked as she folded her arms. "well then, seems im not the only dark force around" she laughed.
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