Name: Yorimura Takeshi (Takeshi being his first name)
Age: 19
Fighting Style: Aikido, Tai-Chi, Kendo, he has studied a little bit of many things, and basically formed his own style out of a mix of them.
Appearance:
His pale golden-brown hair is worn wild, careless, and spiky. He does not spend much time on his appearance; he does not feel that it matters as much as what is in his body and mind. His eyes are a pale, brilliant blue, almost frighteningly intense. He tends to look people straight in the eye, and hold their gaze until
they look away. He learned it from his pet snakes at home. He always wears black, because he dislikes bright colors. He feels they are much too flashy. The only form of decoration on his body is a tattoo on his left shoulder. He got it on a whim, and he likes it, so he kept it. It is nothing more than something beautiful, to him.
Personality: He is a calm, quiet, and sometimes distant young warrior. He has a tendency not to tell anyone much about himself. Most people think that he prefers to be alone, but the truth is that he is just shy, and a bit scared that he will lose the people he is close to. He is always eager to learn, fascinated by the different styles of fighting in the world. He has been fighting since he was about twelve, but he has yet to find a style that he really likes. He is viciously protective of everyone around him, even if he doesn’t know them very well. He has a soft spot for children and animals, and if anyone threatens anything that can not defend itself, it had better know how to fight, because he will never forgive it.
Equipment: He carries a pair of flip-knives, just in case he needs them. Beyond that, he travels with little, only what he needs on a given day. He has a picture of his family, when they were still a family, that he keeps tucked into his shirt.
History: When he was little, Takeshi had a nice, strong family. Then his father died, and his mother couldn’t handle the grief. She turned to drugs to help herself relax, and soon there wasn’t much left of her at all. Takeshi, living in the not-so-nice side of town, had to learn to defend himself. He began studying in his free time, watching through dojo windows and learning styles by observation. What has developed from that is a nameless style which works well on the street, but really only on the street; he wants to become a formal martial artist, with a true style. He is willing to drop all of what he has taught himself, if it means that someone will teach him.
Other: Takeshi has a pet ratsnake named Glenda. Sometimes he carries her with him, as company, when he is roaming the streets.