Post by bluemonke1 on Apr 30, 2013 15:49:09 GMT -5
An angel without its wings appeared to me and said,
Paul Dankotaru Desaun
"I've lost my map I can't find my way home anymore"[/center][/size][/i]
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Completely powerless I picked up my one paintbrush
I poured water onto the dried paint and began
Even if my eyes begin to lose all of their light
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
I poured water onto the dried paint and began
Even if my eyes begin to lose all of their light
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
THE PRELUDE TO DESTRUCTION
[/font][/size][/color]name ;; Paul Dankotaru Desaun
nicknames ;; The Line
gender ;; Male
age;; 17
job ;; Homeless.
origin ;; Japan
affiliation ;;(The Vogola upon acceptance.)
Even when my hand loses all of its strength and I can¡¯t fight,
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
A LOOK IN THE MIRROR SHOWS ALL
[/font][/size][/color]first impression ;; His bright red hair, and his relaxed demeanor, that is usually has him mistaken for a slaker.
body build ;; He is thin but very very well toned.
attire ;; He usually wears a hoodie that covers his arms completely, along with low hanging basketball shorts. Under his hoodie is a shirt with long sleeves, that go a bit past the elbows.
A swaggering stray cat was laughing at me
It was laughing at me for living an indecisive life
It was laughing at me for living an indecisive life
THE INSIDE OF THE SOUL
[/font][/size][/color]personality ;;He is loyal, that is the first thing people say about him once they get to know him. He is extremely loyal to his sister and his friends, (which he doesn’t have many now.) If you were to see him on the street you wouldn’t give him a second glance, he is quiet and determined, and although this wasn’t always how it was. You would notice also that if he is fighting for something, whether it be physical, academic, or anything at all, he gives it his all without holding back. He is very smart, and very athletic, normally loving to play soccer as his passion in life besides his sister.
Also he is sort of flimsy, meaning that he does things on whims for no other reason than he just does. He sort of has ADHD in this regard. This is why he constantly has a goal in mind, to make sure he is on task. Other than this though he is easy going, sleepy, and relaxed, and like it says above, seems like the normal slacker, it doesn’t really help that he doesn’t do anything unless he has incentive or feels like it.
He tries to keep things light even though things may seem bleak, probably because he has this inner yearning that things are supposed to be bright and sunny despite how things seem.
One thing about him that puts people off and confuses people is that he UNDERSTANDS people, why they do what they do, he gets it, even if he might not like it. He can still understand, being a sympathetic older brother might be what brought this about, but none who know him deny that he won't understand plights that people have.
strengths ;; Soccer, and more specifically his feet, anything to do with them he is an expert in.; He isn’t easily persuaded by snake speak, meaning that if he has made up his mind, it is impossible to change it under normal circumstances.
weaknesses;; He is pretty unobservant, if he has his mind set on something, it is usually a one track mind that he has.; He is very uncoordinated with his hands, sure he can brawl with them, however anything dealing with like throwing, or very precise things and his hands he sucks and fails horribly at.
On my narrow and small palette with little color
This strong will in my chest does not blend together
This strong will in my chest does not blend together
DON'T LOOK BACK TO THE PAST
[/font][/size][/color]history;;Paul was born to Janet Desaun and Patrick Blanc, however his mother opted to keep her family name rather than use her soon to be husbands, two years after marriage she gave birth to another child, a girl which she named Rebbeca Desaun. Two years after that, while being uneasily married to each other his father, at four years old, and his sister at 2, left them. Because he didn’t like his family holding him back anymore, and he moved back to Europe, leaving his family stranded in Japan.
Throughout the years Paul has taken it unto himself to look after his little sister, even though it wasn’t his job, something burned in his heart to do so. So at six, whenever she got hurt, he found himself trying to make her feel better. And because their mother couldn’t be around often enough, working two jobs to pay the bills and feed them, it was literally him alone raising himself and his little sister. When he started school he found his passion in life, which was soccer. Such an amazing sport, one of strategy, and it helped him utilize his special ability to defend, or at least ‘protect’ the goalie. Throughout his school life, and the nickname he was dubbed was ‘The Line’. Because of his ritual of making a line a bit in front of him while during a game, pretty much saying that none may pass. Whether this was to provoke the other team, or himself saying that none are allowed by he never said.
By the time he was 12 his sister was in school steadily, and sometimes she came home crying, or not happy. Now Paul hated his sister this way, so he took her to the park that was close by, it was a little place of heaven, about an acre large with a swing set, trees, jungle gym… It was their own piece of heaven, and he made sure that his sister didn’t have to worry about anything bad. Fast forward two more years and he is 14, he is doing pretty good in school, their mother has found a steady job, he is still a better soccer player then most of the kids at the middle school, it got so bad that he started playing with the high schoolers.
But all this happiness ended on his birthday of all days. Their apartment burned down, his mother and sister were trying to surprise him for his fifteenth birthday by baking him a cake. Now their building had a long time problem with the gas lines, however the tenants being poor and the manager being greedy, nothing ever happened to fix this, and it cost him his mother, and nearly his sister. He was woken to smoke and his apartment burning. The fire alarm was blazing and he immediately bolted up, he ran out of his room meted with flames along the hallway.
To make a sad story short, he was only able to save his sister, who has severe burns and is in a state of ‘eternal sleep’ she is asleep most of the time because when she is awake she is usually in pain. Paul got the better part of the deal… While fighting through the fire to try and save his mom and sister the burns on his body killed his nerves in the places that he got burned. Now he is homeless, or rather, he is ‘living’ in a group home. But he doesn’t really see it as home, and doesn’t stay there much…
He was recruited into the Vongola when he was saved on the fifth night of his protecting the park. The tugs that were trying to get rid of him came with guns. Now an act of serendipity saved his life as a low ranking member of the Vongola decided to look into the ruckus that has been happening there the past week. He put the park under his protection, and completely shocked Paul. Paul, forever grateful decided to join, trying to figure out how to return the favor of protecting the second thing in life hat he loved.
Even in the cold and dark world that is filled with gray,
I swear, I will keep drawing for you
I swear, I will keep drawing for you
THE POWER THAT COULD CONTROL THE WORLD
[/font][/size][/color]dying will flame ;; Sun.
Box Weapon ;;name ; Vongola Soccer Sun. (Vongola Sole Calico.)
type ; Armament. Soccer ball.
description ;It is quite literally a soccer ball that has the vongola symbol on the dark patches of the ball. However, it glows with an inner light that most can’t understand, and the longer you look at it, it seems like a sun.
weapons and items;;Vongola Sun Ring, and one Vongola Sun Box weapon. He has no need for any other weapons.
special attacks ;;
Back Kick: He quite literally does a back flip while flicking his foot up. Doing an uppercut with his foot to a persons chin. However it is much more powerful than a normal uppercut because all of the bodies force is put into the momentum to continue the flip while the kick is happening.
Leg Sweep: A modified form of the ball steal move that every avid soccer player learns, what he does is instead of doing the normal sweep of the legs everyone expects, he goes straight for the feet, rising a bit higher, the way this move is done has a high probability of breaking, or at least straining the ankle.
Target kick: He kicks a soccer ball, or rather, any round object, with enough force to knock back at least three people. His box weapon though, used with this kick, has an abnormal property. It continues going actually speeding up until it hits an object. And actually it stops dead (defying laws of natural physics) Hitting the object, trasfering all the force into the impact point. Despite this, because of its sun properties, it never kills a human or living being, but does do considerable damage.
physical stats ;;strength ; 6
agility ; 8
wisdom ; 6
flame stats ;;purity ; 7
control/ability ; 5
strength ; 8
A picture of a sun that is red and pierces through the sky,
I swear, I will be drawing it for you
I swear, I will be drawing it for you
BEFORE WE CLOSE
[/font][/size][/color]extra ;; Paul is ever so loyal, he will protect and see to it that his family is taken care at the expense of himself. However he does understand when he needs to back off to help also. Because some people need to learn things the hard way to be honest. His animal he most represents is a horse, unwavering in it’s loyalty, however only does as it would like, even if it does get directed sometimes.
Oh and regarding the ball, it has one extra special property, every soccer player knows how to use the ball to relax the muscles and massage them. When Paul uses this with the Vongola ball, because of the healing properties, it actually heals the target even better than just a ‘massage’. Healing torn muscles and revitalizing cells.
For someone else's sake, what can I possibly do?
Just with that feeling, I will now continue on
Just with that feeling, I will now continue on
THE DEMON UNDER THE MASK
[/font][/size]Even if my eyes begin to lose all of their light
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
A TASTE OF YOUR SKILL
[/font][/size][/color]role play sample ;;The sun rose to his back. Paul was face down in the grass. His body hurt. This was day three of an unending quest to protect something. Something so small that it was looked over every single day. But it was something that he HAD to fight for, for no other reason than it was ‘hers’. He knew he had to get up soon, but he just let the sun, the warmth warm up his body… He couldn’t really feel it, but he knew it was there, on the back of his neck. He felt it, and that was enough. Always was ‘enough’. Clenching his fists he hit the ground hard and pushed himself up, groaning in pain as he got up. They brought pipes and knives this time…. At least they don’t know how to properly use them… Or maybe he is just that good of a fighter.
He let this meld in his mind a bit and he laughed lightly. His sister would kill him if she knew he was fighting people for something as stupid as this, but he didn’t care about that. He needed to get her to smile again… To heal her pain… He hated gong to that damn hospital, seeing her asleep was better than seeing her awake and in pain, holding back tears for HIM. He could tell, he could see the pain on her burnt face. He reminded himself of her smile… It didn’t matter if she couldn’t be like before, that smile was enough to make him fight for her park. THEIR park, something that was a literal rain of sunshine in their shitty lives.
Okay, their lives hadn’t been THAT bad, but… It hadn’t been that good either. Paul glanced around looking at the weapons ‘soon they will bring guns… What will I do then?’ He asked himself, making to move the ugly weapons somewhere where kids wouldn’t get to it, even though kids never came to this park much anymore, but if they did he didn’t want them around a ‘battlefield’.
Paul went to the water fountain and took a drink, a very long one… Hell, he didn’t get from it for a while as he drenched his thirst. Standing up he streached, he wishes he could sleep but if he does sleep for longer than a power nap he would let the park get destroyed.
He was asked a long time ago why he fights the way he does, why he gives everything for something so meaningless, like a math test, or a soccer game. His reply was “If you don’t give it your all and fail, that means you failed because you didn’t want to win. You didn’t give all you had to achieve your goal.” He was fourteen at the time he said this.
Paul sat at the edge of the park, letting memories of his sister run through his head, they loved it here… But it might not stay here for much longer. He knows his own limits, and right now he didn’t feel that he would be able to go much longer… He sighed deeply, looking down and shaking his head. “I wish they would just disappear.” He stated as the workers came to the bulldozers. They saw him and some of them smiled, the foreman looked at him and spat though. The leader didn’t like his screwing with his paycheck, but the other workers seemed to respect his fighting.
“So… You stay yet another day? Why don’t you just give up boy, this isn’t a fight you’re gonna win. It’s you against a corporation. Hell, I am even begging you now; please stop this ineccecent rebelling and just walk away. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.” The Foreman told him. It wasn’t a threat; it was a sincere fear that he seemed to have for the teenager. Obviously he had been fighting at night, and the foreman knew it, even if he didn’t say anything about it, plausible deniability or something like that.
“Why don’t you turn your machines around and go try and get a legitimate permit and I’ll walk away, but as long as you don’t have one, it seems that you’re here against the law, I’m just protecting the law right now because it seems the police are busy with some other matters then to notice several bulldozers in the middle of the city.” He smirked retorting back at the foreman. They both knew he had hit something, the police passed by this place all the time, however they didn’t stop or slow down to check out why the dozers hadn’t even moved in a week.
“Kid… You are marking your own grave with this, I’m serious, my bosses will…” He stopped himself as he noticed that he was going somewhere where the ‘deniability’ thing wouldn’t work. “Look, just leave, I’m sorry the park has to be remade into a building.”
Paul didn’t reply, just looked tiredly back at the foreman and sighed shaking his head. He rested his head in between his legs and let himself take a little nap… If the engines revved up he would wake… But he couldn’t stay awake right now much longer, he had been at the park for a week, and the past three nights had been fighting. He needed sleep… Hell, today marked his 17th birthday, he deserved this much… So as the world around him went silent he thought of soccer, his dreams, and his sisters dreams. And he tried to think of ways to get them back.
Even when my hand loses all of its strength and I can't fight,
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
I'll show you, I'll keep drawing for you
IN CLOSING
[/font][/size][/color]I, bluemonke1, promise to follow all of the rules stated by the admin of this site. I will respect all members. And I understand that all of my actions on this site will have a consequence, whether good or bad.
All of these colors seem to envelop everything
Because all of everyone's wishes are in these colors, I'll paint with them
[/size][/i]DBecause all of everyone's wishes are in these colors, I'll paint with them
