Description
Full name: Roth Ushiro
Roth is dressed in typical, modest clothing. His wide eyes are a gentle shade of hazel, his smile is youthful and easy-going. His hair is jet black and wild, his skin slightly tanned, his jaw straight and defined, and he has calluses running along the insides of his palms and at a point above his thumb and index finger on his right hand.
He is almost always seen with his katana, tucked neatly into the belt in his jeans. This is Roth's most distinguishable feature.
Personality
Roth is hotheaded, young and rash. He's ready to take on the world and doesn't have the slightest clue on how to do it. He is friendly, laid-back, outgoing and often flirtatious. While he enjoys a good conversation and the company of a friend, he refrains from becoming too close to any one person. He is a Ronin, a wandering, master-less Samurai.
While not a peacekeeper, and certainly not a hero, Roth maintains a decent sense of right and wrong. His code of Bushido demands he uphold his honor, and as a result he'll do what good he can if the opportunity presents himself. Aside from that, Roth usually minds his own business, and certainly won't go out of his way to do a good deed.
A side rarely seen, Roth is fully capable of displaying great rage, anger, fury and sadness. It takes a considerable amount of emotional assault to bring Roth to such terms, and hasn't been done for a long while.
Equipment
Roth is only human. He has no special powers or supernatural abilities. He has trained all his life in the art of Araki Mujinsai Ryu, in it's modified sister version, Araki Jinketsu Ryu, and in various forms of martial arts, particularly the Korean art of Kuk Sool Won, and the Israeli self-defense system of Krav Maga. He's also been raised to wield a pistol with both hands, and is a decent shot. While skilled with a gun or without a weapon at all, Roth is still most powerful with his katana in his hands, his speed and power unmatched by many prominent artists of his time.
His katana is modified and hand-made specifically to his grip. In accordance to Araki Jinketsu Ryu, it's forged of one of the strongest metals in the universe: Impervium, as opposed to traditional steel. It's carefully tucked into his black silk belt around his jeans, acting as an Obi to keep his Saya from falling, whether he walk, sprint, crawl, or even swim.
History
As a baby, Roth was abandoned and found by an aged Japanese immigrant: “Miggy” Ushiro. One of the last direct descendents of the famed Samurai, Araki Mujinsai, Miggy raised and trained the boy as his own. Miggy was the only father Roth ever had, and the only person Roth has ever truly loved. Having been raised in Japan, and (as a direct descendant of the Araki family) taught the sacred and most secret forms of Araki Ryu, Miggy passed the knowledge down to Roth, training him from infant to teen without ceasing. Miggy also taught Roth his own Ryu, based off of Araki Ryu, “Araki Jinketsu Ryu”, designed for combat in the modern day and age. It involved more use of speed and versatility (for opponents with firearms), watching the opponents eyes to see in what direction they’ll shoot their gun, anticipating their attacks and movements, and using whatever object once could get a hold of to defend oneself with. It also involved forging blades of much stronger material then steel: impervium.
For all his fatherly love and training, Miggy was an alcoholic. His frequent drunkenness got him trouble one day with a local mob, and he was shot dead on his way home. Without a father, without a home, without a master, Roth became a Ronin. He wanders Wing City, not really sure what he's after. A good fight? A strong friend? A deep love? Roth doesn't know, but he's sure as hell ready to find out.
So begins...
Roth exhales at last. Thank god. He turns to Angelo, breathing a bit heavy, "Man...that wasn't very...smart."
Roth looks over at Acrylia, for once allowing the woman's mysterious figure to fully digest in his mind. He smiles a playful, youthful grin, "And who might you be? A pretty girl like yourself helping a couple of schmucks like us...that is, if you are a girl."
Roth laughs a bit, strangely mesmerized by the woman, "A queen, huh? Might I ask what a woman of your...," eyes her up and down, picking his words carefully, "...caliber...is doing in a place like this?" He turns to see if Angelo is enjoying the spectactle, but notices he is already gone.
Roth raises an eyebrow, smiling wickedly, "...and I assume that there's no innuendo involved when you say 'discipline'?" He supresses a chuckle. This was too good to be true.
Roth laughed wildly. To be flirtacious was just in his nature. He rubs the back of his neck with his hand, "My apologies then, Mistress. Er-...Majesty. Nonetheless, I thank you again for helping us. Had a fight broken out, I imagine a woman of your qualities would be quite useful."
Roth nods, grinning again. Yeah...she was royalty for sure. Plenty of haughty attitude to go with this one. Still..she was rather beautiful. He couldn't imagine her being much a flirt. Besides, would he even be able to kiss those strange lips if the chance presented itself? Hell, could he even touch her? He found himself remarkably tempted to reach out with his index finger and poke her shoulder. Biting his lower lip, he slowly edged a bit closer, speaking as he does so, "Of course, of course. Well it's only natural for men in a bar to take a liking to a girl. Quite natural indeed."
Roth stops moving suddenly as Acrylia brought her scepter up to her chest. His hand wavering in the air just a few inches from her shoulder, like a child caught sticking his hand in a cookie jar. He smiles bashfully, laughing a bit embarresed, withdrawing his hand immedately. He quickly tries to change the subject, "Sooo...uhh...what's that scepter thing for, anyway?"
Roth enters the bar quietly, his hand gently brushing up against the hilt of his katana as he walks. He notices Ari and Elim walk past him, and a slight shiver finds its way up his back. He continues on, paying them no heed other then his brief glance from the corner of his eye, making his way to a stool at the counter of the bar.
Roth quietly notices Jay walking in, ninjato in hand. He makes no action or motion towards this mysterious armed man, and only runs his thumb once more along the hilt of his katana.
Roth breathes quietly, calming himself a bit. He reaches for a glass of water with his right hand, his left still fondling the hilt of his blade. His eyes flash briefly, glimmering with youth, ready for a fight if it came to that. He makes no action towards Jay with anything other then his eyes.
Roth grits his jaw with a flare of annoyance, he doesn't even turn to face Jay, "I don't follow anyone."
Roth enters the bar quietly, his left hand gently brushing along the hilt of his katana, tucked neatly into the obi belt in his jeans. He looks around at the many patrons. The bar seemed very much alive tonight. Roth grins youthfully, and makes his way to the counter, eager for any encounter that might befall him tonight
Roth notices Jaxon immediately. The man had been in here previously, and had seemed quite at home in the bar. Roth briefly wonders what kind of man this was...
Roth's attention is suddenly grabbed by Ruby Crescent, instantly captivated by the pretty girl. His hazel eyes glimmer briefly, and Roth wonders if she will even notice him...
Roth grins, laughing slightly at Bruce de Grace, sizing up the man briefly. He was big, strong, bulky...but perhaps a bit dumb. He slowly approaches the brute of a man, a mischevious youthful grin creeping across his face, calling out to Bruce, "Hey shit-face. Look my way." His tone is not angry or aggressive, but passive and laid-back, as if he were merely saying hello.
Roth looks a bit bored, uninterested, he continues to speak, trying to provoke a fight in that plain, chill tone of his, "I think the real question you should ask is, how can an idiot, fat-assed monkey-fuck like yourself even function, much less involve himself in any conversation of any sort." Roth grins, "Answer me that."
Roth shrugs, wincing a bit, "A little. In my defense though, you seem more then willing." Roth nods to Orko, the little man who had previously been thrown across the bar by Bruce.
Roth rolls his eyes at Bruce's leaving. There goes probably the only entertainment he'd get all night. He makes his way back up to the bar, looking about him, debating whether or not he should buy a drink.
Roth laughs quietly, looks down at Orko, "Only if you're buying, friend. Sorry, I'm a lil' tight on cash these days." Roth notices Ally sitting not too far from him. He grins youthfully, calling after her, "that's an awful lot of beer for a minor. I'd take it easy, miss."
Roth walks through the gardens quietly, carefully admiring the beauty of the place at night. Yes, his mind was made up. This was his favorite place in the whole city, nothing compared to it.
Roth suddenly notices the Easel and Paintbrush on the Stool. Roth grins wildly and youthfully. Well...perhaps there was ONE other thing that could compare to it.
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