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Kazuya Hikakuu by Sac
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TEAM: Reavers |
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SECTOR: Uptown |
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KIT CLASS:
Senshi |
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Survival - 6 wins! |
Brutal - 4
fatalaties! |
Global Deathmatch Competitor | |
Fight Record
The
Hero - Win
The Hero - Win
Adrius Felder - Loss
The
Intruder - Loss
Gary Walkerson - Win
THE BEAST -
Win
Bounty Hunter Barbie - Win
Captain Garpello - Win
Babylon
Jones - Loss
Lady Veil - Loss
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I soon lost myself in the city, and pushed all thought and
memories of what had just happened from my mind. I couldn't bring
myself to deal with what I had done to my parents. Not the smartest
thing to do I guess, but that's what I did. But I was never allowed
time to wallow in my depression, as the ninja's from the mysterious
"clan" began to appears almost everywhere I went, always seeking to
convert or kill me. I decided that this had to stop. The thought
that what had happened to me was happening to other sickened me.
After a fight one day, I trailed the group that had attacked me. I
was lead to a place called Storm City. Here, I would find the
mysterious clan that had destroyed my life. Then, I would have my
revenge.
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Personality: I'm a much different person now than I was
then. You wouldn't think you could change much in fours years,
but...you can. I used to be happy and outgoing. I was friendly to
everyone I met, and I didn't have any enemies. But now...I'm
brooding, tending to spend allot of time thinking. I also keep
pretty much to myself, and when I do encounter others, I tend to be
harsh, coming across as a jerk.
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| Strength:
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Standard Normal human
strength. |
Agility:
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Supreme This fighter can
dodge and move
with superhuman fluidity. |
| Body:
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Standard Normal human
endurance. |
Mind:
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Standard Normal human mental
resources. |
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Master Training
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It was a
shock when I discovered my heritage. For 14 years I had believed my father
and mother to be just normal people, my mother a housewife and my father a
worker for a large company. As for me, I was just a normal boy, one who
went to school, studied, played soccer, normal sort of things. But that
all changed on my fifteenth birthday. I entered my room and saw a strange
scroll lying on my bed. Puzzled, I walked over to pick it up, but I found
myself grabbed from behind, and hands starting to choke me. And just as
suddenly, the hands were gone. Turning around, I was shocked to see my
father dressed as a ninja! "Yes my son, one of those called a ninja, as is
your mother and all our family. As, you will be..." I was speechless, but
before I even had a chance to say something, my father's training began.
For the next 4 years, I was trained relentlessly by my parents. I hated
every moment of it. Not even for 1 day was I able to rest. I missed my
friends and my old life. But as my parents were always telling me, my old
life was gone now...
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Ninjutsu- Art of Stealth
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Finally, at
the age of nineteen, my training was complete. I too, was a now ninja. But
despite all the training I had endured, I still didn't feel comfortable
with what seemed to be my fate, to be a ninja. Had I known then what my
parents had planned for me, I would have run and kept on running. But to
get back to my story, my training wasn't quite complete, for first I had
to prove my skills to my parents. I was told to sneak into the house of a
local businessman, and to steal a very valuable vase, to prove my skills
of stealth. The businessman lived in a small villa surrounded by forest,
and this helped my considerably in getting past the majority of the guards
hired by the businessman. Quickly slipping over the walls surrounding the
villa, I was careful to keep to the shadows as I made my way past the
inner guards, towards a place where I could enter. I noticed an open
window towards the back of the villa, the perfect place to enter.
But...there were no guards. It seemed TOO easy. Still, I had no other
choice, so I entered.
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Ninjutsu- Art of the Fist
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- Power: Martial
Arts
- Level:Standard
- Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
I dropped down into the silent house, making no noise
despite the height of my fall. I was very well trained. Padding silently
through the house, I began my search for the vase. I soon found it, but
again I felt that something was wrong. The vase, supposedly very valuable,
was sitting in plain site, unguarded. But instead of listening to my gut
feelings, I just shook my head and continued. After all, maybe the
businessman was foolish and placed too much confidence in the guards he
had hired. The instant I padded into the room, many lights flicked on, and
a hand grabbed my shoulder. "I've been expecting you boy. Time to die!"
yelled a voice from behind me. I was quick to slip out of the hand's
grasp, turning to face the one who had grasped me. He was short, bald and
fat, the suit he was wearing barely managing to contain his fat gut. It
was the businessman! The fight should have been easy, but the man was
extremely skilled. But I was the more skilled, and I soon overcame the
businessman, and a kick to the head sent him stumbling back.
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Ninjutsu- Art of the
Weapon |
- Power: Sword
Master
- Level:Supreme
- Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
"Don't think you've won quite yet, BOY!" the
businessman yelled, wiping the blood from a cut on his face. Reaching into
his stomach (Revealing it to be fake) the "businessman" pulled a strange
stick out. After giving it a flick, two blades flew from each end.
"Worried yet, boy? You should be!" I wasn't prepared for this. While I did
carry a number of shuriken, I didn't want to kill the man, so I
desperately glanced around for something I could use to defend myself
with. And then I saw it. In one corner of the room was a fireplace, and
next to it, and iron poker. Sprinting around the businessman, I grabbed
the poke and turned to face my foe. Many round did we fight, but once
again my skill was too much for the man, as he was knocked down, defeated.
But to my surprise, instead of cowering in fear, he grinned. "You have
almost passed your test Kazuya. You have but to kill me."
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Sword
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- Power: Sword
- Level:Standard
- Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
"Behind you is a hidden compartment, in there, you will
find a sword. Take it, for it is yours. Then, use it to kill me." I did as
I was told, and returned to look at the man. I held the katana blade with
both hands, and raised it over my head. "I...can't do this..." I
stammered, lowering the blade. Now, the man was angry. "You must!" he
burst out. This time, it was I who was angry. Angry at the man for wanting
me to kill somebody. Angry at my parents for doing this to me. But, most
of all, angry at myself. "No." I said. "NO!" turning, I ran from the room,
jumping through the first window I found, and speeding away from the house
as fast as I could.
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Ninjutsu- Art of the
Shuriken |
- Power: Thrown
Objects
- Level:Superior
- Kit Power Link: Master Training
- Melee Attack Attack usable only hand to hand.
"There he is!" cried a voice. I didn't dare look back,
but I knew that it was one of the guards, and that the guards were
probably ninjas. I ran as fast as I could to get away, and was actually
surprised when I soon found myself alone. But now I was lost. I wandered
for many days, before coming across a city again. It had been so long
since I had seen a city, that I let my guard down. I hadn't been as alone
as I thought, and I found that out when a shuriken hit me in shoulder. I
gasped in pain, and turned to see my parents. "You cannot run Kazuya, it
is your fate to join us." spoke my father. "You WILL become one of the
clan" spoke my mother". I shook my head. "Never! I let you destroy my life
once, but I won't let you again" I yelled. My father sighed. "So be it.
You must die". In one fluid motion, both my father and mother ran in to
attack me. "No! Stay back!" I yelled, throwing some shurikens of my own.
The small metallic stars hit my parents in places that should have caused
intense pain, but still they came at me...
- Power: Shuriken
- Level:Supreme
- Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
- Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are
not Reinforced.
- Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
I stepped back, yelling at my parents
to stop, but they continued to come at me. "Maybe their just bluffing!" I
thought at first. But the sight of my parents drawing weapons, and a quick
glance down at the shuriken embedded in my shoulder, the POISONED shuriken
in my shoulder, told me what I didn't want to know. My parents were going
to kill me, and if I wanted to live, I'd have to kill them. "FORGIVE ME!"
I screamed, hurling shuriken after shuriken at my parents. When my
shurikens were all gone, I turned and fled towards the city.
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