Post by gekidu on Aug 24, 2009 15:53:31 GMT -5
Name: Gairushi Tsubikono
Age: 64
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:
Age: 64
Gender: Male
Personality:
Gairushi has had a passion for two things throughout his life. The first of which being alcohol, and the second being martial arts. These two passions were quite contradictory as you could imagine. Martial arts teaches responsibility, self control, pride, respect and honor. Alcohol takes those qualities and flushes them down the toilet, sometimes along with your throw up. When Gairushi discovered the style called Zui Quan, or better known as drunken boxing, he immediately began practicing it and eventually mastered its arts.Appearance:
For the most part of the day Gairushi is as cheerful as can be, but this is mostly because he is drunk off his ass. Hes what most people consider an "alcoholic". The normal person starts off their day with a glass of milk, or maybe some coffee. Gairushi starts off his day with the strongest drink he can muster up, usually something consisting of vodka or rum or on special days, absinthe.
When drunk he really is a nice guy for the most part. He'll happily joke around with complete strangers as if they were his life long friends. He'll also make some pretty vulgar passes at substantually younger women. But when he gets drunk he can also be an emotional rollercoaster. Sometimes he might use you as a shoulder to cry on. Other times he could be the angriest man on the face of the planet. Friend or foe, it doesn't matter, if he reaches a certain level of drunkenness you should get out while you still can.
In the rare instances when Gairushi is actually sober, or as sober as his body will allow him to be after years of drowning himself in alcohol, hes your typical grouchy old man. He most likely has a throbbing headache stemming from his hangovers. If someone approaches him in the morning hes going to be rude and obnoxious. If that same person has alcohol with them, hes going to be the nicest man imaginable.
Gairushi stands around 5'7 with long, thin white hair. He has an impressive body for an alcoholic 64 year old and can compete with people much younger than him in physical activities. His nose is rather large and is a point of insecurity for him. His eyes are a deep brown and are almost covered by his bushy white eye brows. Due to his years of being a drunkard he has developed unusually rosy cheeks and nose. His mouth is surrounded by a gruff of white hair that extends down to his chest. The beard is often moist due to drinks being spilled onto it.Origin of Power:
Gairushi wears an ever changing array of rags. From the looks of things the clothes he gets come straight of the garbage or alleys he spends his nights. His clothes are often torn and filled with stains. Because of this he is usually accompanied by a foul stench.
The one item that could give anyone any idea that he has some sort of money is the flask he carries with him at all times. Attached to his waist by a bright orange sash is a large pure gold flask. The flask is covered with engravings and images of the 8 drunken immortals. He never lets this leave his side.
Name: Flask of the ImmortalsSpecial Abilities:
Description: Gairushi's power comes from the golden flask he carries with him. The flask itself is pure gold and is engraved with images of the 8 drunken immortals. Gairushi found the flask one day when searching through a dumpster and quickly discovered that it was no ordinary flask.
Gairushi quickly discovered that drinking out of the flask gave him the ability to see things which he deemed "boneheads". He also discovered that it gave him unusual strength. He is unaware of how the item gives him strength, but he assumes that it puts a little something extra in his drinks (reiatsu).
The ability that Gairushi cherishes the most has nothing to do with giving him powers. The one thing his flask does that Gairushi sees as something he is inseperatable from, is its ability to replenish itself indefinitely.
Incredibly high alcohol tolerance: Gairushi can drink literally anyone under the table. He was once booked by police for public urination and his BAC was 0.83. The human body experiences death after 0.40 in normal people.Powers First Stage:
Mastery of Drunken Boxing: Gairushi is a master of Zui Quan and this is his preferred style of fighting.
Physical Endurance: Gairushi's body has become numbed by the amount of alcohol he has consumed. Its very difficult for him to feel pain. When hes drunk he can take strong blows with what appears like little problem. Although he appears not to be hurt by the attacks, they do injure him. When he wakes up the next morning, hes going to be sore.
Increased Strength: After drinking from his flask Gairushi's strength becomes much greater. The more he drinks, the stronger he becomes.Powers Second Stage:
Increased Speed: After drinking from his flask Gairushi's speed becomes much greater. The more he drinks, the faster he becomes.
Alcoholic Fire Mist: Gairushi holds a large quantity of alcohol in his mouth and expels it like a mist like spray. He uses a match or a lighter or any flame available to ignite the mist. The alcohol he uses is from his flask and is thus fused with reiatsu making the attack stronger than usual.
Gairushi has reached this stage on multiple occasions but has no memory whatsoever. At this point in his ability Gairushi is only able to reach this level after consuming enough alcohol out of his flask to reach what people call "blackout drunk".Skill Level: Special Items: Advanced
(So basically he doesn't have his second stage yet.)
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:
Where to start......RP Sample:
Gairushi lived a normal childhood the same as anyone else. He was raised in southern Japan in a decently small town. He lived with his parents and two siblings, both of whom were a few years older than him. His older sister was an exceptional martial artist while his older brother was what some considered a lazy good for nothin. Despite this Gairushi held an equal admiration for both of them.
Upon graduation from his high school Gairushi decided he wanted to see the world. He set off on a journey that encompassed 34 countries stretching from China all the way to America. It is here that Gairushi developed a deep love for alcoholic beverages. He wasn't allowed to drink when at home so he really let loose when he got the chance. He quickly developed a case of alcoholism and his quest to see the world became somewhat corrupted. Rather than visiting a place because of a certain landmark or culture, he began visiting places because he heard they had a special sort of drink, or new type of alcohol.
His admiration for alcohol took over his life. Every night he found himself wandering into a local bar and getting drunk with locals. He lost touch with his family and his funds soon diminished. He had no motivation to go and get a job or go off to college and he began living on the streets. Despite what it may have seemed like, he was actually happy. This is what he wanted to do. A life of no responsibility and getting drunk all night, every night.
Given his lifestyle he was getting in brawls pretty often. Most of the time he would end up on the losing side. He remembered his sister and how strong of a fighter she was due to her martial arts training. It was exactly what he needed. He went from dojo to dojo seeking the training he needed to defend himself adequately but they all turned him down. His lifestyle wasn't smiled upon in the martial arts community.
Gairushi had all but given up on his quest to become stronger when he met an unusual old man. It seemed like any other night out on the town. Young people everywhere getting drunk and drunk people everywhere getting in fights. One fight caught Gairushi's eye. An elderly man was being mocked by some guys in their mid twenties. High School athletes no doubt. Eventually the group moved in on the old man for the kill, but they had no idea what they were getting into. The old man, drunk off his ass, beat the living crap out of the group. His movements were incredible. The combination of drunkenness and martial arts was beautiful. This is what Gairushi had been searching for.
It wasn't hard for Gairushi to convince the man to train him. A few drinks here and there and he was in. For years Gairushi traveled with the man learning the techniques. The style of drunken boxing was amazing. The combination of deceptive movements and explosive power made it a deadly art.
(some extra info on Zui Quan Feel free to skip) :Drunken Boxing' techniques are based on the legend of the 'The Eight Drunken Immortals' of the Taoist Sect from Chinese Mythology. Each of the techniques in the Drunken Set demonstrates an attribute of one of the Immortals: Lu, the Drunkard With Internal Strength; Cripple Li, the Drunkard with the Powerful Right Leg; Fat Han, the Drunkard Holding a Large Pot in His Arms; Lan, the Drunkard With a Deadly Waist Attack; Chang, the Drunkard With Swift Double Kicks; Tso, the Drunkard With the Powerful Throat Lock; Flute Player Han, the Drunkard with Powerful Wrists; and Miss Ho; the Drunk Woman Flaunting Her Body. These "elements" from all eight Immortals' styles are combined to form a beautiful and effective fighting art.
The teaching went beyond martial arts. Gairushi really learned to appreciate the smaller things in life. Material things were non-existent to him. Money, clothes, cars, even his own house just didn't concern him. Why add these unnecessary things to an already complicated life? So Gairushi kept wandering, town to town, sleeping in alley ways and side walks. He was truly happy.
A cold chill shocked Gairushi out of his drunken slumber. "Bwah, gah, bah! WHAT IN THE HELLS GOIN' ON HERE!?" Gairushi flailed as the bucket of ice water was thrown on his face. "Get the hell out of here you dirty ol' bastard! Get off my steps!"
Gairushi mumbled to himself as he realized he had passed out in front of some apartament complex. He struggled to get up holding his head with his right hand. Damn, my heads killin me. The resident of the apartament complex berrated Gairushi with insults as he made his way to his feet and stumbled away. He couldn't make out any of the words though due to his splitting head ache. "Is that how ya treat your elders you brat?! Back in my day when you found a man lying on your doorstep you invited him inside for a drink!
Gairushi slowly stumbled down the street wandering aimlessly. He came to a busy street corner and plopped down beside the building. People bustled by paying little attention to the old man sitting there. A large plastic cup was held outward in his left hand, an obvious plea for money. Occassionally a person stopped and dropped in some spare change. The jingle and clatter of the coins hitting each other was like music to Gairushi's ears. In rare instances something much softer entered the cup, some sort of bill. It was like he hit the jackpot when that happened.
Gairushi went in and out of sleep as he rested on the corner. His body was starting to turn against him as his thirst for alcohol built. Cold sweat started dripping out of his pours and nausea was setting in. He peered down into his cup to see how much he had accumulated. 1.....2.....5......8.....hmmm......8.34. Damn....looks like another morning of tha cheap shit.
The bells of the liquor store rang out as the door burst open. Gairushi made his way expertly to the cheap vodka section. He lifted up a bottle of some Popov vodka and made his way to the counter. "Good morning sir, that will be 7.45." Gairushi reached into his jacket and pulled out the cup of change and dropped it down on the table spilling the coins in every direction. "Keep tha change." The clerk made a snarky comment about Gairushi's appearance and went back to collecting the coins.
The old lecher made his way to the nearest ally and unscrewed the top to his vodka. He instantly put it to his lips and went bottoms up with the bottle. Within an instant half of the Popov was gone. It was possibly the worst vodka one could drink, but alcohol was alcohol. After some more time alone with the bottle the familiar feeling of alcoholic induced euphoria spread throughout his body. Gairushi stood up and dropped the now empty bottle to the ground letting it shatter in the alley.
Gairushi made his way to his home while allowing the alcohol in his system to life his spirits. He burst through the door and shouted. "Honey! I'm home!" A cute girl in her mid twenties and a large chest hidden behind long red hair looked up. "Gairushi-san! Its a pleasure to see you in here today! What do we owe this pleasure?" Gairushi smiled and waltzed over to the bar listening to the music play in the background. "Come on babe, ya know what today is! Its my 56th birthday! And ya know what that means? That means I get 56 drinks on tha house!" The bartender giggled while she cleaned out a few dirty shot glasses. "Oh come on Gairushi-san! You used that last week, only then you were turning 60! You seem to be getting younger and younger every time you walk in here. But you know what? I like you Gai, so I've got a few drinks on the house tonight." Gairushi face lit up with excitement, "Damn Hina! Your tha best!" Gairushi lunged across the bar to give his favorite bartender a big hug. "Holy crap! Did ya boobs get bigger or am I dreamin?!"
The day passed by pretty quickly. Empty glasses piled up in front of Gairushi as he wore out his days supply of free drinks. He was now pretty drunk and looking for some people to talk to. He spun around on his barstool, almost falling over in doing so. His eyes scanned the bar for an appealing table until he spotted one. The table in the back left of the room had 3 guys and 5 beautiful woman sitting at it appearing to have a good time. The table was covered end to end in empty bottles, it looked like Gai's sort of crowd. He stumbled over to the table and plopped down between two lovely girls. "Puhleashed ta meets ya! Tha namesh Ga-I-roossh-E! Howd yall doin tahnights?" A dangerous cloud of alcohol left his mouth as he talked, but it didn't seem to bother the already drunk table.
The group sat around joking about life and woman and men, trading stories and experiences. More and more drinks found there way to the table and quickly into Gaiushi's hands. It turned out it was the man in the middle's bachelor party and they had free drinks for the whole night. Gairushi didn't mind helping himself to as many free drinks as he could. The night was coming to an end and the bar was closing up. "Itsh wuz nishe to meet ya! Shee ya around! G'night Hina!" Gairushi waved goodbye to everyone and stumbled his way out of the bar.