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LuigiMan · 12-02-2003, 06:28 PM

I've got a new character for everybody to meet. Expect to see him alongside Luigi one day.

Real Name: Dontrelle Jackson

Main Alias: The Jamurai

Alternate Aliases: The D-Train, the Don

Age: 17

Residence: The ghetto side of Miami, FL

Race/Nationality: Human/African-American

Height: Somewhere between 5'8" and 5'10"

Weight: About 130 lb

Appearance: Standard clothing of the ghetto. Always sporting black dreadlocks, mostly sticking out every which way (gravity need not apply

). Dark skintone. Brown eyes. Occasionally wears a golden, jewel-embedded crucifix on a long, gold chain around the neck (maternal love). Fairly tight face. Slight muscle build. Katana sheath strapped to his left side. Voice somewhere between a tenor and a bass.

Personality: Mellow and relaxed, even when serious or in battle. Always has a sense of humor, dire situation or not. Never afraid to tell you something straight-up. An occasional smartass. Pure-hearted with an unbreakable will. Can become quite stubborn, be it in a fight or in a relationship. Always looks out for the little guy. Secluded, yet open. Isn't afraid to be humiliated. Despite his apparent abilities, tends to be modest and humble about it. Respectful and chivalrous. Very resourceful. Fiercely loyal to his allies. Listens to rap/hip-hop, reggae, and blues. Shrewd, unorthodox, and an all-around risk-taker. Very clear and easy to understand, regardless of a doctorate in ebonics. Single (hint, hint

).

Abilities: Well-rounded in speed and power, but has a reputation for insane speed and dexterity, so power will tend to match. Trained rigorously in two-handed swordplay and Tae Kwon Do; self-taught in Capoeira and partially in Tae Kwon Do. No magic ability (he's Catholic; whadjya expect?), but very efficient in ki. Movements are fluid and tend to blend into each other effortlessly. Excellent adapter to his surroundings, tending to improvise when he time comes. Very thrifty. Rarely, if ever, stays down. Tendency to keep opposition randomly guessing. The baddest break-dancer and streetballer in his projects.

History:

(You might want to settle down to read this. It's a doozy.)

Born and raised in the projects, Dontrelle slowly grew up the hard way: learning to fight for himself, do whatever he and his family could to keep afloat, and that perseverance will get him out of the ghetto. He grew attached to it, and he learned to grow with it. Sometime in his early teenage years, he took a liking to Capoeira and Tae Kwon Do, and he began teaching himself.

Just nearby the ghetto was a tight row of shops. Dontrelle would always go the Kwik-e-Mart there to meet Mr. Miyogi, the elderly Japanese shopkeeper, for two reasons: one, since the two were incredibly good friends, and Dontrelle was his best customer, he always got a free bag of Doritos with every visit; second, Mr. Miyogi was his martial arts teacher. He was taught and disciplined in Tae Kwon Do and the code of the samurai alongside two-handed swordplay with the katana. When his training was completed, he gave himself the nickname of the Jamurai. It stuck ever since.

When he hit the halfway mark during his 16th year, all his family and Mr. Miyogi died. All on the same day. His mom and dad were riding in the car when they got into a terrible head-on accident; the other driver was unscathed, despite not wearing a seatbelt, whereas Dontrelle's parents were wearing a seatbelt and were killed outright. His older brother Jamal, who was on the Miami P.D., was killed in the line of duty during a drug sting; the bullet went cleanly through the double-padded bulletproof vest. Grandma and Grandpa died immediately in the church due to a heart attack; however, they were known to be in perfect health. And Mr. Miyogi was shot twice during a robbery; they say he put up a small struggle, but Dontrelle knew that he fought off and prevented 12 armed robberies in his store with his bare hands.

Dontrelle was home alone when he heard the news 6 hours later, and he completely broke down. After he calmed down, he thought it over and realized that these deaths weren't coincidence; he got the feeling that it was something much more sinister than the local thugs.

After getting to the Kwik-e-Mart, which was already looked over by police and had the body removed, he felt something from the back room. When he went in, he saw an altar against the back wall; the blade of his tutor sat in the center with a note attached. The note, written by Miyogi, said that he had a dark feeling this would happen. The events would be caused by the forces of pure darkness, not the locals. He handed over the right to wield his blade to Dontrelle. It will conform to you, the note said, and my soul will live inside to guide you. The Jamurai was skeptical at first, but he unsheathed the blade anyways. Miyogi was right. The sword's grip and weight immediately shifted to become the perfect sword for Dontrelle. It glowed white, and Miyogi's voice suddenly echoed from within the metal. He said this sword shall be handled by only the Jamurai, and it can't harm him. The sword was forged to be virtually impossible to destroy and incredibly sharp to the point where it could slice an atom into pieces. He finally said that he will assist in guiding the blade, and his true destiny is just beginning. After the glow died down, and after swiping the air several times, he sheathed the blade and attached it to his left side. When he stepped outside, Dontrelle swore himself to the side of good and promised to vanquish evil whenever it rears its ugly head.

[ September 20, 2004, 06:15 PM: Message edited by: LuigiMan ]

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LuigiMan Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Pompano Beach, Florida Posts: 2,517 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts Points: 1,970.00 Bank: 500.00 Total Points: 2,470.00 Donate	I've got a new character for everybody to meet. Expect to see him alongside Luigi one day. Real Name: Dontrelle Jackson Main Alias: The Jamurai Alternate Aliases: The D-Train, the Don Age: 17 Residence: The ghetto side of Miami, FL Race/Nationality: Human/African-American Height: Somewhere between 5'8" and 5'10" Weight: About 130 lb Appearance: Standard clothing of the ghetto. Always sporting black dreadlocks, mostly sticking out every which way (gravity need not apply ). Dark skintone. Brown eyes. Occasionally wears a golden, jewel-embedded crucifix on a long, gold chain around the neck (maternal love). Fairly tight face. Slight muscle build. Katana sheath strapped to his left side. Voice somewhere between a tenor and a bass. Personality: Mellow and relaxed, even when serious or in battle. Always has a sense of humor, dire situation or not. Never afraid to tell you something straight-up. An occasional smartass. Pure-hearted with an unbreakable will. Can become quite stubborn, be it in a fight or in a relationship. Always looks out for the little guy. Secluded, yet open. Isn't afraid to be humiliated. Despite his apparent abilities, tends to be modest and humble about it. Respectful and chivalrous. Very resourceful. Fiercely loyal to his allies. Listens to rap/hip-hop, reggae, and blues. Shrewd, unorthodox, and an all-around risk-taker. Very clear and easy to understand, regardless of a doctorate in ebonics. Single (hint, hint ). Abilities: Well-rounded in speed and power, but has a reputation for insane speed and dexterity, so power will tend to match. Trained rigorously in two-handed swordplay and Tae Kwon Do; self-taught in Capoeira and partially in Tae Kwon Do. No magic ability (he's Catholic; whadjya expect?), but very efficient in ki. Movements are fluid and tend to blend into each other effortlessly. Excellent adapter to his surroundings, tending to improvise when he time comes. Very thrifty. Rarely, if ever, stays down. Tendency to keep opposition randomly guessing. The baddest break-dancer and streetballer in his projects. History: (You might want to settle down to read this. It's a doozy.) Born and raised in the projects, Dontrelle slowly grew up the hard way: learning to fight for himself, do whatever he and his family could to keep afloat, and that perseverance will get him out of the ghetto. He grew attached to it, and he learned to grow with it. Sometime in his early teenage years, he took a liking to Capoeira and Tae Kwon Do, and he began teaching himself. Just nearby the ghetto was a tight row of shops. Dontrelle would always go the Kwik-e-Mart there to meet Mr. Miyogi, the elderly Japanese shopkeeper, for two reasons: one, since the two were incredibly good friends, and Dontrelle was his best customer, he always got a free bag of Doritos with every visit; second, Mr. Miyogi was his martial arts teacher. He was taught and disciplined in Tae Kwon Do and the code of the samurai alongside two-handed swordplay with the katana. When his training was completed, he gave himself the nickname of the Jamurai. It stuck ever since. When he hit the halfway mark during his 16th year, all his family and Mr. Miyogi died. All on the same day. His mom and dad were riding in the car when they got into a terrible head-on accident; the other driver was unscathed, despite not wearing a seatbelt, whereas Dontrelle's parents were wearing a seatbelt and were killed outright. His older brother Jamal, who was on the Miami P.D., was killed in the line of duty during a drug sting; the bullet went cleanly through the double-padded bulletproof vest. Grandma and Grandpa died immediately in the church due to a heart attack; however, they were known to be in perfect health. And Mr. Miyogi was shot twice during a robbery; they say he put up a small struggle, but Dontrelle knew that he fought off and prevented 12 armed robberies in his store with his bare hands. Dontrelle was home alone when he heard the news 6 hours later, and he completely broke down. After he calmed down, he thought it over and realized that these deaths weren't coincidence; he got the feeling that it was something much more sinister than the local thugs. After getting to the Kwik-e-Mart, which was already looked over by police and had the body removed, he felt something from the back room. When he went in, he saw an altar against the back wall; the blade of his tutor sat in the center with a note attached. The note, written by Miyogi, said that he had a dark feeling this would happen. The events would be caused by the forces of pure darkness, not the locals. He handed over the right to wield his blade to Dontrelle. It will conform to you, the note said, and my soul will live inside to guide you. The Jamurai was skeptical at first, but he unsheathed the blade anyways. Miyogi was right. The sword's grip and weight immediately shifted to become the perfect sword for Dontrelle. It glowed white, and Miyogi's voice suddenly echoed from within the metal. He said this sword shall be handled by only the Jamurai, and it can't harm him. The sword was forged to be virtually impossible to destroy and incredibly sharp to the point where it could slice an atom into pieces. He finally said that he will assist in guiding the blade, and his true destiny is just beginning. After the glow died down, and after swiping the air several times, he sheathed the blade and attached it to his left side. When he stepped outside, Dontrelle swore himself to the side of good and promised to vanquish evil whenever it rears its ugly head. [ September 20, 2004, 06:15 PM: Message edited by: LuigiMan ]