Post by Gareth Wyatt on Aug 29, 2007 22:19:17 GMT -5
Name: Gareth Wyatt (Taken name.)
(Given Name) Takeo Tomasu Otori
Occupation: Apprentice Gunmage/Elemental Samurai.
Nationality: Texan, American. (Born in japan.)
Race: Fullblood Water Dragon
Height: Five foot nine inches.
Weight: 170 pounds.
Age: Old enough to know better, young enough not to care. (About 150 years, barely a teenager in dragon years.)
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Blue
Apearance:
(Also wears a black Stetson cowboy hat.)
Personality: Gareth is a noble, happy soul. He is near impossible to piss off, and you can do just about anything to him and only issue a laugh from him, and a good natured laugh, at that.
He stands for the innocent that can't stand for themselves, despite his appearance of a dark-clothed desperado. He is a rather dangerous enemy to make, as well, because he's stubborn as a rock, and relentless.
He goes out of his way to help others, and while he doesn't make friends easily, as his southern drawl tends to annoy people, he is the most loyal friend you could ever have.
History: Gareth wasn't always Gareth....in fact, he was once Takeo Tomasu Otori.
A member of a tribe of assasins...for about one week after his birth. His father, being a rather honorable man, actaully used magic to confine Gareth to a human form, making that the only form he could use, and teleporting him to a random location....hopefully somehwere populated. He diddn't have time to do anything else, as a Tribeswoman cut him and Gareth's mother down from behind.
"Takeo Tomasu Otori" never truly lived. Instead, he was found by a man named Wyatt Earp, and rased in the "Old West".
It was.....interesting.
By age ten, he knew how to ride a horse, by age twelve, he was a dead shot.
By fourteen, Deputy of the small, dusty little town.
People laughed before an outlaw calling himself "Sunset" blew into town. He was the meanest, ost feared outlaw in the old west, although the history books usually tell us that that was Jesse James, or Sundance Kid.
No, it was Sunset.
He had eyes that could freeze a man in his tracks just before he blew them away, and a face that was lined and scarred from all his travels. Wyatt Earp and Gareth Wyatt were the only two Lawmen in town, and Sunset thought he'd have the town to himself.
He was wrong.
Gareth was 19 when it happened.
Gareth and Wyatt stood between him and the Saloon, as the tumbleweeds blew across the dusty old road.
"Kid......if Ah die......git this bastard...git him back good...."
"Yessir."
Wyatt stood in the middle of the street, back to back with Sunset. They were going to have a classic duel. They would each take ten paces and turn and fire...except.....
Sunset took three steps, turned, and blew off Wyatt's head with a fireball. Then he set the town on fire, his hat falling off with the force of the wind from the blast. Gareth screamed, picked up Wyatt's gun, and shot four of the six rounds in it at Sunset, who simply blocked them with some kind of sword. He noticed that sunset had weird...pointed...ears. He suddenly let out a flash of light, and the entire town...was gone. Obliterated. Everyone but Gareth was....dead.
I am Ozymandias! Water Dragon......I smell your blood.......I am from the tribe, and I have come for your blood!
He drew another sword from his long, dark coat, and this time Gareth knew what kind of blade it was. A Katana. He had met one or two asian people in the few years he had been here, and one of them had carried a blade just like it.
Sunset rushed him, and he fired the last two shots. The thing blocked them, but was cut down from behind.
This was Gareth's first encounter with "The Tracers".
They took the body, but the Katana had fallen. One bent to pick it up, but another said "Leave it....that kid needs something from all of this."
He was afraid for a moment, but they seemed to adknoweldge him as what Sunset had.
"Listen, Dragon kid......come to Arcane Academ when you grow into your powers, alright? We really shouldn't leave loose ends, but you DID fight like a human, and the only other survivor here will know that, and say you tried to save everyone. Don't ask questions. You're lucky to be alive."
(Flash foreward.)
One hundred and forty eight years later, a dashing young man on a horse dismounted next to a stream, in the middle of a field about twenty miles north of Mt.Fuji. He had finaly found The Tribe. The guys who sent Sunset after him. He mounted again and rode into their city
(Given Name) Takeo Tomasu Otori
Occupation: Apprentice Gunmage/Elemental Samurai.
Nationality: Texan, American. (Born in japan.)
Race: Fullblood Water Dragon
Height: Five foot nine inches.
Weight: 170 pounds.
Age: Old enough to know better, young enough not to care. (About 150 years, barely a teenager in dragon years.)
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Blue
Apearance:
(Also wears a black Stetson cowboy hat.)
Personality: Gareth is a noble, happy soul. He is near impossible to piss off, and you can do just about anything to him and only issue a laugh from him, and a good natured laugh, at that.
He stands for the innocent that can't stand for themselves, despite his appearance of a dark-clothed desperado. He is a rather dangerous enemy to make, as well, because he's stubborn as a rock, and relentless.
He goes out of his way to help others, and while he doesn't make friends easily, as his southern drawl tends to annoy people, he is the most loyal friend you could ever have.
History: Gareth wasn't always Gareth....in fact, he was once Takeo Tomasu Otori.
A member of a tribe of assasins...for about one week after his birth. His father, being a rather honorable man, actaully used magic to confine Gareth to a human form, making that the only form he could use, and teleporting him to a random location....hopefully somehwere populated. He diddn't have time to do anything else, as a Tribeswoman cut him and Gareth's mother down from behind.
"Takeo Tomasu Otori" never truly lived. Instead, he was found by a man named Wyatt Earp, and rased in the "Old West".
It was.....interesting.
By age ten, he knew how to ride a horse, by age twelve, he was a dead shot.
By fourteen, Deputy of the small, dusty little town.
People laughed before an outlaw calling himself "Sunset" blew into town. He was the meanest, ost feared outlaw in the old west, although the history books usually tell us that that was Jesse James, or Sundance Kid.
No, it was Sunset.
He had eyes that could freeze a man in his tracks just before he blew them away, and a face that was lined and scarred from all his travels. Wyatt Earp and Gareth Wyatt were the only two Lawmen in town, and Sunset thought he'd have the town to himself.
He was wrong.
Gareth was 19 when it happened.
Gareth and Wyatt stood between him and the Saloon, as the tumbleweeds blew across the dusty old road.
"Kid......if Ah die......git this bastard...git him back good...."
"Yessir."
Wyatt stood in the middle of the street, back to back with Sunset. They were going to have a classic duel. They would each take ten paces and turn and fire...except.....
Sunset took three steps, turned, and blew off Wyatt's head with a fireball. Then he set the town on fire, his hat falling off with the force of the wind from the blast. Gareth screamed, picked up Wyatt's gun, and shot four of the six rounds in it at Sunset, who simply blocked them with some kind of sword. He noticed that sunset had weird...pointed...ears. He suddenly let out a flash of light, and the entire town...was gone. Obliterated. Everyone but Gareth was....dead.
I am Ozymandias! Water Dragon......I smell your blood.......I am from the tribe, and I have come for your blood!
He drew another sword from his long, dark coat, and this time Gareth knew what kind of blade it was. A Katana. He had met one or two asian people in the few years he had been here, and one of them had carried a blade just like it.
Sunset rushed him, and he fired the last two shots. The thing blocked them, but was cut down from behind.
This was Gareth's first encounter with "The Tracers".
They took the body, but the Katana had fallen. One bent to pick it up, but another said "Leave it....that kid needs something from all of this."
He was afraid for a moment, but they seemed to adknoweldge him as what Sunset had.
"Listen, Dragon kid......come to Arcane Academ when you grow into your powers, alright? We really shouldn't leave loose ends, but you DID fight like a human, and the only other survivor here will know that, and say you tried to save everyone. Don't ask questions. You're lucky to be alive."
(Flash foreward.)
One hundred and forty eight years later, a dashing young man on a horse dismounted next to a stream, in the middle of a field about twenty miles north of Mt.Fuji. He had finaly found The Tribe. The guys who sent Sunset after him. He mounted again and rode into their city