| Hashimoto Fuuma; Chaotic Joker | |
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Roleplayer: Takeshi Literacy: Literate Name: Hashimoto Fuuma Alias: Chaotic Joker Age: 28 Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Emphasis on Chaos) Kin: He killed them all Status: Single Sexuality: Straight Loyalty: Chaos (Like seriously) Occupation: Nothing (Yea I am serious. He isn't a ronin, because he has no desire to get a job from a daimyo.) Height: 1.6 m Weight: 81.6 kg (raw muscle) Likes: Chaos, fighting, women, food Dislikes: Calmness, peace-lovers Personality: So this is your typical Chaos lover. He is the kind of person who will start trouble at a bar. Why? Because its fun. He loves the era he was born in. The chaos of Japan is just amazing for him. He would do anything to keep the chaos going. He normally doesn't care about others either. He only cares about causing chaos, no matter how many people get hurt. Habits: Licks his lips when he has an idea or when he thinks about Chaos Inventory: Ax for chopping wood, flint, and a change of clothes Weaponry: Trident (same look as one in picture for appearance just without the veins, purple, and the eyeball is a metal design he had put into it which is colored silver) and he also has two small bag fulls of gunpowder which he stole Ability: He can wield his giant trident with one hand. He is also fairly fast with it. He isn't that fast on his feet though. He is fairly good at brawling with his fists. He has blacksmithing skills. Appearance Biography: He was born into a blacksmith family. He was an excellent blacksmith. His father thought of him as a prodigy. His mother feared him because all he ever made was weapons. One day he made his signature trident. His father loved it. His mother told him to throw it away. He then said to his mother, "Do you know why I make weapons?" His mother looked at him, confused and said, "Why?" His face took on an insane expression. His eyes grew large, his smile broadened evilly. He then said, "Because of Chaos." "Chaos?" She said her eyes enlarging. "Yes mother, Chaos. I have been under your's and father's household for a long time. And I am sick of it! All you do is go about living your peaceful lives! It is boring! Boring! BORING! So I decided that when I would make the most powerful weapon I could, I would use it to cause tons of chaos. What you don't know mother is I practice with those weak spears ever chance I get. My body has developed because of it. This is actually very lightweight for me. So today is the day, I cause the chaos!" After Fuuma's speech he stabbed his trident at his mother's neck. His mother was still alive though, because he purposely made it so it was in-between two of the blades of the trident. His mother's expression was filled with fear. "Yes mother thats it! Show me fear!" His mother screamed out. Then right after Fuuma swung his trident through his mother's neck, cutting it off. His father came into the room, katana in hand. Fuuma looked behind him and turned around to face his father. His crazed face was still there as he licked the blood of his own mother that was on his blade. "Mother's blood tastes good. Does your's taste just as good father?" Fuuma licked his lips. "You are a monster. No, I take that back! You are a demon! I thought so highly of you and you do this!" His father charged Fuuma. Fuuma stuck his trident through his father's gut and laughed maliciously. "Father, father, father, isn't it funny how your own son can fool you for so long. Actually it is quite sad. Why do you think I would practice so much?" Fuuma asked his father, his father was unable to attack Fuuma with his katana, because of the pain he caused him. "I thought you wanted to make the family big. Become a legendary warrior," His father managed to cough out. Blood spewed from his mouth after he was done talking. "BAKA! You know nothing!" Fuuma then took his trident with both hands, and spun it with all of his force. This ripped apart his fathers gut and chest. "I love you daddy." Fuuma mocked as started to laugh crazily. A villager barged into there house, afraid of what was going on. He looked at the dead bodies and at Fuuma. He then yelled, "You Chaotic Joker! You are nothing but a Chaotic Joker who will die eventually!" "Good thing you are the only one who can hear me. You also happen to be the one in town who sells gunpowder aren't you? I thank you," Fuuma lived sort of remote from the main village with only one neighbor. After he was done talking he slashed the villager down the center. "You don't look like you would be fun to kill." He then took a small ax from his father's forgery. He then raided his neighbor's house. He took large barrels of gunpowder and waited until night. When night had come, and he new everyone in the main village was asleep he went there with the barrels. He set some across the town, and he knew how to make burnable rope so he connected them all together with a rope. He set it on fire, and ran back to the gunpowder store. He took two small bags of gunpowder, and walked back to the village. The flames were about to the barrels when he got there. The moment the flames hit each barrel he cracked up in laughter. The flames started to engulf the village. The villagers panicked. "My job is done," he laughed. The villagers noticed him, and the eye on his trident. Some tried to get him, but were stopped because they needed to help put out the flames. He laughed and looked at the villagers and yelled out, "EVERYONE THIS WAS THE JOB OF THE CHAOTIC JOKER! EVERY TIME YOU SEE MY EYE YOU KNOW I WAS THERE! TELL EVERYONE OF THIS LEGENDARY CHAOTIC MAN!" He laughed and walked away. The villagers at the time didn't understand what he meant about his eye. But when they finished cleaning up the disaster they noticed. The barrels and rope he set up were in the shape of a large eye. They forever feared the Chaotic Joker, of the Living Trident (As they nicknamed his Trident for having an eye.) (He wears his trident on his back by using a type of premature belt he made which goes through the main hole of the staff part. Also he had his mother design his clothes when he was younger, saying he needed something different to wear. (He didn't like the clothing of his era.) He could draw decently and showed his mother his idea for clothes.) |
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