K I N G K A I J I N
BASICS
Name: Hideo Sekozawa
Nickname(s): A variety of monikers, usually involving reptiles and profanity.
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: M
Sexuality: Ask him when he knows.
Race: Yamato
Nationality: Japanese
Alignment: To protect the world from devastation.
APPEARANCE
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Naturally black, but bleached a sun-kissed blond from his punk years and unchanged ever since. He enjoys it quite a bit. It's very whippable.
Height: A towering five-foot-nine.
Weight: 144 lbs.
Skin Tone: Fair
Build: Hahaha. (i.e., too scrawny for his own good, and too lacking in musculature to bother mentioning) Okay, to his credit, he is hardy and thick-skinned, having built up a good amount of resistance over time. He has the damnedest time gaining weight, let alone building muscle.
Body Markings: There's something wrong with your face. He has a gash running across his cheeks and over his nose bridge, as well as a smaller scar across his right eye. You could assume that he'd have to endure some hardcore shit to be marred in such a way—and you'd be right! While they've paled over time, the markings are still clearly visible and seemingly mismatched for his visage, as if his attacker couldn't get a hold of the intended target that day and went, "Welp, you'll do for now."
Hideo was also silly enough to get the birdesque Gatchaman symbol tattooed upon his right shoulder.
Voice: A countertenor: expressive, jovial, prone to higher pitches depending on circumstance. The accent is there, creeping out especially when his emotions get the best of him.
Description: Righto, this is Hideo. Effectively destroying the trend of flawless, confident supers, his swagga is hindered by awkward steps, patterned shirts, robot memorabilia. He is not toned; he is not in shape. The most you can say is that he has presence: he's an anomaly of shock blond hair, gangly limbs, and hyperactive eyes, all of which announce themselves from miles away. Subtlety? Aw, put it in the pizza. His countenance is a benevolent one, ridiculous scars aside, and he takes great pride in his facial hair.
MENTALITY
Quirks: Randomly head-bobbing or toe-tapping to tunes stuck in his head. This is most apparent during conversation. Rest assured, he's not mentally ill.
Likes: The good, the bad, the weird, along with a nice scrap. Ten-episode-long fights, comics, cute shit, anime out of his demographic, henshin, giant monsters, things you'd generally be embarrassed to talk about in public. Hero stuff. He's a crafter; he's a technohead. He loves occupying himself with all sorts of projects, even if ninety percent of them are bound to remain unfinished. The Internet consumes the majority of his time, and he is not ashamed to embrace the meme culture that plagues it. Blogging has become a recent pastime of his; he replies to every comment.
Dislikes: Oh, you know, mean folk, reasonable hours of sleep.
Personality: What is there to say about this energetic manchild that hasn't already been implied? He is kind and means well, but he is ultimately too naive for his own good.
EQUIPMENT
Super Attire: "Ooookeyyyyy!!" Whoa now, calm the fuck down. This is Hideo's favorite part. It's about as subtle as Captain America in an open field.
Casual Clothing: He sports an odd mixture of thrift store fashion and donation scraps. Anything he can get his hands on that won't sadden his wallet.
Carried Items:
COMBATIVENESS
Skills: (at least two)
- Quarter Circle Forwards + Punch: He's got pretty rad eye-hand coordination.
- Gotta Go Fast: Dude can run. Those days of hopping fences, navigating alleyways, and dodging assholes had to go somewhere.
Weaknesses: (at least two)
- : (description of weakness)
- (another thing you're lacking in regards to battle): (description of weakness)
Powers: Hideo is, simply put, a pyro. Like a dragon!
HISTORY
Marital Status: Pffft. (Single, but looking! Always looking! Google his name!)
Family:
History:
Why You Signed Up For Testing: To score mad bank.
Opinions On Other Supers: Zilch so far. But man are those girls cute.
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