Post by Toshiro Motoyama on Jul 1, 2021 12:59:22 GMT -8
General Information
Name: E-#86.14-FF "Toshiro Motoyama"
Alias: 'Flashfire'
Species: Hybrid (Earthling/Android) (Earthling trait is dominant.)
Age: 3 (functional); 16 (actual)
Gender: Male
Faction: n/a
Lineage: Kajiro & Sakura Motoyama (parents), "Dr. Manic" (surrogate father/creator)
Physical Information
Height: 5ft 9in.
Weight: 165lbs.
Hair: Short
Hair Color: Bi-colored (red and white)
Eye Color: Monochromatic (dark brown and light blue)
Complexion: Pale
Description
Toshiro boasts a rather somber appearance. His mouth is often twisted into a deep frown of disapproval, his heterochromatic eyes flat and void of emotion as he observes the world and its inhabitants around him. One half of his hair is a stark, crisp white while the other half is a vibrant crimson red and there is a distinguishable burn mark covering the left half of his face.
He is of average height with the slender, athletic frame of an active youth, often dressed in plain clothes attire so as to blend in with the rest of Earth's populace. When he is on a mission or assignment, or participating in some combative theater, he wears a starched navy blue and white uniform optimized for performance as well as a protective chest plate and utility belt. It is made of a durable synthetic material capable of handling extreme temperatures.
Personality
Due to the unique circumstances of his "birth" as a cybernetic being, his primary protocol is that of a combative nature. Toshiro exudes a quiet strength that he lends to others in times of great need or peril. He is hesitant to fight due to the nature of the power that resides in his new body and would prefer to avoid conflict altogether, but will act in times of dire need to fulfill the newfound purpose of his life.
As a unique being—not quite machine, yet not quite human—Toshiro feels the weighty gap of his differences in comparison to others. He knows he is not very relatable as a person, so to save himself the many awkward interactions, he tends to err on the side of caution and keep mostly to himself.
That being said, he acts and moves with an assured self-confidence that doesn't rely on the moral scruples of others as some of his behaviors and beliefs may run contrary to the accepted norms of society. This often propels him into a 'lone wolf' status as someone to moves to the beat of his own drum when necessary.
Having experienced a great deal of trauma in his short life, Toshiro knows all too well the great benefit of having a strong and capable support partner. He is often moved with compassion at the plight of others, and is prone to lend a helping hand wherever such a hand might be needed be it in the form of protection or menial tasks and errands.
He is especially susceptible to aiding those who struggle with chronic or debilitating injuries or illnesses, knowing all too well the pain and loneliness of facing insurmountable odds.
Character History
His life seemed destined to bring nothing but pain and suffering. First, his mother died due to birth complications and the resulting surgeries spared his infant life while claiming her own. His father never seemed to accept that, and even as a young child, Toshiro could sense the cold indifference from him.
He was a sickly child, often getting injured or falling sick. While most kids caught colds and sniffles, Toshiro often found himself bedridden for weeks at a time battling what should have been simple viruses. His immune system was weak, leaving him vulnerable to all manner of illness.
He wasn't able to grow up like many other children his age, and it made his school attendance and social life a difficult challenge. As an only child, he had no other children to play with, and his father worked multiple jobs just to make ends meet. Toshiro's young mind struggled to comprehend the difficult life he'd been given, all of which culminated upon learning of a terminal heart disease he possessed.
His father had him admitted to the hospital where Toshiro found himself under the constant supervision of doting nurses and impassive doctors. He rarely saw his father, slipping in and out of consciousness as he often was, until one day he no longer saw his father again.
It seemed the man had abandoned him, and during his more lucid periods, none of the hospital staff would answer his questions about the man's disappearance. Feeling alone and afraid, Toshiro's health seemed to plummet in response. One day he met a strange doctor with a manic smile who poked and prodded at him, telling him he was a "special boy".
Toshiro wasn't sure to make of the stranger. The man made him feel uncomfortable, as if he were some sort of lab rat or play thing. He spent the next few years in the hospital until he turned sixteen, during one particularly rough night he felt himself slip away into a quiet darkness, understanding he would never wake from it again.
Only he did wake again. And when he did he felt strange. He was no longer in the hospital surrounding by the pitying looks of hospital workers. He found himself standing inside of some sort of glass tube, floating in some freezing liquid with all manner of tubes connected to his body.
His body... it didn't feel like his body. Not the frail and fragile thing that seemed on the verge of breaking; this body felt strong and capable, bristling with some unseen power nestled deep within him. Toshiro noted that, despite being unable to breathe submerged in the odd liquid, his lungs did not burn for oxygen almost as if... he no longer needed it.
Soon the strange doctor appeared with that same manic smile and made him a promise: he had been reborn for a singular purpose: to use his newfound life and strength in the pursuit of protecting those as weak and helpless as he used to be.
Over the course of the next three years, Toshiro learned to adjust to his new body. While it kept the same appearance as his old one, this one was not bone thin and wiry. It was strong and capable, able to harness powerful energies that manifested in the form of wintry chill and blazing heat.
He could run faster, jump higher, punch harder, and all manner of things. The strange doctor, known to him only as Dr. Manic due to his odd smile, told him the truth: Toshiro, as he knew himself to be, was dead. He had been reborn, a human brain implanted into a fully mechanical body that would not expire as his old one had.
Whereas before his life had no purpose, he had been given a second chance at a new one. His new designation as the 86th model in a long line of created beings—dying humans given new life and purpose by Dr. Manic—was Flashfire, and he would change the world.
As Toshiro trained, put through a myriad of trials and tests to learn what his newfound body and purpose was, he struggled to accept his new reality. He had never been given the choice. And what of his father? Did his father approve of this? Was he even still alive? There were many questions, and Toshiro was determined to find answers.
Having passed the final test, Dr. Manic released Toshiro into a world he would get to truly experience for the first time. Shortly after, the laboratory and facility where he'd been housed was engulfed in a great explosion, destroying everything in the blast. Toshiro searched the smoldering wreckage, but no sign of the doctor or his research was ever found.
What happened? Was Dr. Manic alive? Why thrust him out into a world Toshiro did not know without guidance or help? The only way he would find answers was to search for them on his own terms. He could only hope his journey would lead him to Dr. Manic, or his father, or better yet the truth about himself.
RP Sample
He could feel it. An immense power deep within the core of his being. It felt unsettled, stirring and coiling like a a nest of testy vipers, desperate to strike. He marveled and feared it all at once. Toshiro never felt anything like it before. The Before... that was how he thought of his life from... then.
It felt as if it were another world, another time. Another him, one that no longer existed. This was his new life, given to him by Dr. Manic. This was his new chance to live in a way his old frail body had never allowed him to. He would live, and he would search for answers. He would fight.
All at once, he felt an icy chill encompass his right arm while a searing heat enveloped his left. With a swipe of his right, he sent a sparkling trail of icy spikes erupting from the ground as they ruptured the target at the end of the training corridor. A swing of his left sent a hurling wave of fire coursing down the corridor. It exploded on impact with the target, melting the ice and burning the target to cinders.
"Good. Yes... very good, Number 86." Dr. Manic's approving tone filtered into the long narrow passageway that served for target practice. "Excellent results. You are more than ready for your new assignment."
Number 86. The youth bristled at the sound of it. He wasn't sure if it was because Dr. Manic treated him as if he were no longer human... or if because it was true. He felt human. But he was just a brain in a mechanical suit now, wasn't he? It bothered him not to know which statement was truth. Perhaps both or perhaps neither.
The icy and burning sensations faded, as did the power that stirred in his breast. It settled back down within him, like a hibernating bear slipping into its deep slumber till the spring summon it again. Toshiro glanced down at his hands, curling the delicate fingers into tight fists. "Ready for what, exactly, doctor?"
An uneven keel met his ears—a god-awful wheeze that passed for the doctor's raspy chuckle. He hated the sound of it. It grated on his nerves. Or maybe he was just feeling particularly moody today. He was perpetually sixteen, after all.
"Soon, Number 86. Very soon. Flashfire will envelop the world. You will be the hero we all deserve... the one the gods themselves seemed to have forgotten."
Toshiro's gaze slid to the glass partition separating the training corridor from the control room where the doctor stood behind mirrored glass. He didn't miss the hint of bitterness in Dr. Manic's words, as if he too bore a past too painful to discuss. Toshiro had tried to get answers before, but it only boiled down to one thing for the good doctor: results. Anything else was nonconsequential.
Results. If the good doctor wanted results, Toshiro would provide them. And once he'd saved the world or whatever the hell the doctor expected of him, then he would demand answers to the burning questions seared into his mind. Toshiro voiced none of this aloud, however. He replied in the same monotone sarcasm he'd become accustomed to using with his unwanted savior.
In some ways, twisted surrogate father.
"Sure, doc... whatever. I'll get it done. I always do. Oh, and by the way... Flashfire is a stupid designation. It doesn't even mention the fact that I can use ice too."
Name: E-#86.14-FF "Toshiro Motoyama"
Alias: 'Flashfire'
Species: Hybrid (Earthling/Android) (Earthling trait is dominant.)
Age: 3 (functional); 16 (actual)
Gender: Male
Faction: n/a
Lineage: Kajiro & Sakura Motoyama (parents), "Dr. Manic" (surrogate father/creator)
Physical Information
Height: 5ft 9in.
Weight: 165lbs.
Hair: Short
Hair Color: Bi-colored (red and white)
Eye Color: Monochromatic (dark brown and light blue)
Complexion: Pale
Description
Toshiro boasts a rather somber appearance. His mouth is often twisted into a deep frown of disapproval, his heterochromatic eyes flat and void of emotion as he observes the world and its inhabitants around him. One half of his hair is a stark, crisp white while the other half is a vibrant crimson red and there is a distinguishable burn mark covering the left half of his face.
He is of average height with the slender, athletic frame of an active youth, often dressed in plain clothes attire so as to blend in with the rest of Earth's populace. When he is on a mission or assignment, or participating in some combative theater, he wears a starched navy blue and white uniform optimized for performance as well as a protective chest plate and utility belt. It is made of a durable synthetic material capable of handling extreme temperatures.
Personality
Due to the unique circumstances of his "birth" as a cybernetic being, his primary protocol is that of a combative nature. Toshiro exudes a quiet strength that he lends to others in times of great need or peril. He is hesitant to fight due to the nature of the power that resides in his new body and would prefer to avoid conflict altogether, but will act in times of dire need to fulfill the newfound purpose of his life.
As a unique being—not quite machine, yet not quite human—Toshiro feels the weighty gap of his differences in comparison to others. He knows he is not very relatable as a person, so to save himself the many awkward interactions, he tends to err on the side of caution and keep mostly to himself.
That being said, he acts and moves with an assured self-confidence that doesn't rely on the moral scruples of others as some of his behaviors and beliefs may run contrary to the accepted norms of society. This often propels him into a 'lone wolf' status as someone to moves to the beat of his own drum when necessary.
Having experienced a great deal of trauma in his short life, Toshiro knows all too well the great benefit of having a strong and capable support partner. He is often moved with compassion at the plight of others, and is prone to lend a helping hand wherever such a hand might be needed be it in the form of protection or menial tasks and errands.
He is especially susceptible to aiding those who struggle with chronic or debilitating injuries or illnesses, knowing all too well the pain and loneliness of facing insurmountable odds.
Character History
His life seemed destined to bring nothing but pain and suffering. First, his mother died due to birth complications and the resulting surgeries spared his infant life while claiming her own. His father never seemed to accept that, and even as a young child, Toshiro could sense the cold indifference from him.
He was a sickly child, often getting injured or falling sick. While most kids caught colds and sniffles, Toshiro often found himself bedridden for weeks at a time battling what should have been simple viruses. His immune system was weak, leaving him vulnerable to all manner of illness.
He wasn't able to grow up like many other children his age, and it made his school attendance and social life a difficult challenge. As an only child, he had no other children to play with, and his father worked multiple jobs just to make ends meet. Toshiro's young mind struggled to comprehend the difficult life he'd been given, all of which culminated upon learning of a terminal heart disease he possessed.
His father had him admitted to the hospital where Toshiro found himself under the constant supervision of doting nurses and impassive doctors. He rarely saw his father, slipping in and out of consciousness as he often was, until one day he no longer saw his father again.
It seemed the man had abandoned him, and during his more lucid periods, none of the hospital staff would answer his questions about the man's disappearance. Feeling alone and afraid, Toshiro's health seemed to plummet in response. One day he met a strange doctor with a manic smile who poked and prodded at him, telling him he was a "special boy".
Toshiro wasn't sure to make of the stranger. The man made him feel uncomfortable, as if he were some sort of lab rat or play thing. He spent the next few years in the hospital until he turned sixteen, during one particularly rough night he felt himself slip away into a quiet darkness, understanding he would never wake from it again.
Only he did wake again. And when he did he felt strange. He was no longer in the hospital surrounding by the pitying looks of hospital workers. He found himself standing inside of some sort of glass tube, floating in some freezing liquid with all manner of tubes connected to his body.
His body... it didn't feel like his body. Not the frail and fragile thing that seemed on the verge of breaking; this body felt strong and capable, bristling with some unseen power nestled deep within him. Toshiro noted that, despite being unable to breathe submerged in the odd liquid, his lungs did not burn for oxygen almost as if... he no longer needed it.
Soon the strange doctor appeared with that same manic smile and made him a promise: he had been reborn for a singular purpose: to use his newfound life and strength in the pursuit of protecting those as weak and helpless as he used to be.
Over the course of the next three years, Toshiro learned to adjust to his new body. While it kept the same appearance as his old one, this one was not bone thin and wiry. It was strong and capable, able to harness powerful energies that manifested in the form of wintry chill and blazing heat.
He could run faster, jump higher, punch harder, and all manner of things. The strange doctor, known to him only as Dr. Manic due to his odd smile, told him the truth: Toshiro, as he knew himself to be, was dead. He had been reborn, a human brain implanted into a fully mechanical body that would not expire as his old one had.
Whereas before his life had no purpose, he had been given a second chance at a new one. His new designation as the 86th model in a long line of created beings—dying humans given new life and purpose by Dr. Manic—was Flashfire, and he would change the world.
As Toshiro trained, put through a myriad of trials and tests to learn what his newfound body and purpose was, he struggled to accept his new reality. He had never been given the choice. And what of his father? Did his father approve of this? Was he even still alive? There were many questions, and Toshiro was determined to find answers.
Having passed the final test, Dr. Manic released Toshiro into a world he would get to truly experience for the first time. Shortly after, the laboratory and facility where he'd been housed was engulfed in a great explosion, destroying everything in the blast. Toshiro searched the smoldering wreckage, but no sign of the doctor or his research was ever found.
What happened? Was Dr. Manic alive? Why thrust him out into a world Toshiro did not know without guidance or help? The only way he would find answers was to search for them on his own terms. He could only hope his journey would lead him to Dr. Manic, or his father, or better yet the truth about himself.
RP Sample
He could feel it. An immense power deep within the core of his being. It felt unsettled, stirring and coiling like a a nest of testy vipers, desperate to strike. He marveled and feared it all at once. Toshiro never felt anything like it before. The Before... that was how he thought of his life from... then.
It felt as if it were another world, another time. Another him, one that no longer existed. This was his new life, given to him by Dr. Manic. This was his new chance to live in a way his old frail body had never allowed him to. He would live, and he would search for answers. He would fight.
All at once, he felt an icy chill encompass his right arm while a searing heat enveloped his left. With a swipe of his right, he sent a sparkling trail of icy spikes erupting from the ground as they ruptured the target at the end of the training corridor. A swing of his left sent a hurling wave of fire coursing down the corridor. It exploded on impact with the target, melting the ice and burning the target to cinders.
"Good. Yes... very good, Number 86." Dr. Manic's approving tone filtered into the long narrow passageway that served for target practice. "Excellent results. You are more than ready for your new assignment."
Number 86. The youth bristled at the sound of it. He wasn't sure if it was because Dr. Manic treated him as if he were no longer human... or if because it was true. He felt human. But he was just a brain in a mechanical suit now, wasn't he? It bothered him not to know which statement was truth. Perhaps both or perhaps neither.
The icy and burning sensations faded, as did the power that stirred in his breast. It settled back down within him, like a hibernating bear slipping into its deep slumber till the spring summon it again. Toshiro glanced down at his hands, curling the delicate fingers into tight fists. "Ready for what, exactly, doctor?"
An uneven keel met his ears—a god-awful wheeze that passed for the doctor's raspy chuckle. He hated the sound of it. It grated on his nerves. Or maybe he was just feeling particularly moody today. He was perpetually sixteen, after all.
"Soon, Number 86. Very soon. Flashfire will envelop the world. You will be the hero we all deserve... the one the gods themselves seemed to have forgotten."
Toshiro's gaze slid to the glass partition separating the training corridor from the control room where the doctor stood behind mirrored glass. He didn't miss the hint of bitterness in Dr. Manic's words, as if he too bore a past too painful to discuss. Toshiro had tried to get answers before, but it only boiled down to one thing for the good doctor: results. Anything else was nonconsequential.
Results. If the good doctor wanted results, Toshiro would provide them. And once he'd saved the world or whatever the hell the doctor expected of him, then he would demand answers to the burning questions seared into his mind. Toshiro voiced none of this aloud, however. He replied in the same monotone sarcasm he'd become accustomed to using with his unwanted savior.
In some ways, twisted surrogate father.
"Sure, doc... whatever. I'll get it done. I always do. Oh, and by the way... Flashfire is a stupid designation. It doesn't even mention the fact that I can use ice too."