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Name: Shorazoma Hotima Rohagmae (Zoma for short)
Age: 22
Physical Description: Dark long black hair, has gray-ish fainted blue eyes, the kind that look empty when you look straight into them. Generally in a black shirt black slacks, tries to look semi formal if he figures it is needed.
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History/Past/Story: From the start, he had a childhood every young boy could want. I strong connection with his father, a wealthy home, a happy mother, and a older brother. From such a young age he was schooled and taught at much faster paces (being home schooled) than others, but he largely disliked the idea of learning. One night rose over the horizon and started the destruction of his life. His father was leaving for a business trip, but him nor his mother or brother knew where it was, and recently he had to change jobs, and they didn't even know who he was working for. He was laying in bed, unaware of what this night would bring until he heard his mom burst into tears, after he was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing, thinking surely this was his father calling to confirm his safe being. He ran to his mom, so did his brother coming from the other room. They tried to comfort her, hold her, but it was all in vain, they eventually sat by her, waiting for her tears to die off. It took hours for her to realize the pain she was forcing onto her kids. She began to utter what she was told... "Hes dead... They killed him, i heard it hes de-!" A slam on the front door was heard, stopping her voice in its tracks. Another slam, it echoed through the house, amplified by the children and mothers shaking. It finally broke, they heard it clearly. Footstep after footstep was heard entering the door. It sounded like at least for men, then a fifth came, as if to make some sort of special formal presence. The four men searched the house, and one walked into the room Mother, and two sons were, holding a gun and he called to the others. He aimed the gun at the children, warning the mother not to make any moves, or acts of heroism or he'd shoot their brains out. The four remaining men walked in, and one walked up, and slapped the mother. She fell, Shaken in disbelief of the world around her. Shorazoma was staring at the gun, paying absolute no attention to his mother, until he heard a gunshot. It rang in his ear, and he stared at the gun in front of him, as if he would die just for looking away. Tears fell down his face, he knew his mother was dead, or dieing, no hope now, he had to get out. As a sudden burst of power his him, he ran for the door, and ran out of the house. The five men were foolish enough to leave his brother and chase him out the door. He woke up five days later in the hospital, to see his brother by his side. He looked around questioningly, and his brother spoke. "Their gone.... The police has used or fathers will money to enroll us into dormed schools. I told them we can't...." He stopped. He couldn't get the words out. But Shorazoma knew what it was, they were separating. The only family left and he has to leave him. His brother walked out, tears filling his eyes, emptying his heart. Shorazoma looked at his hands. Bloody, how are they bloody? He looked for cuts and saw none. Then he saw a blade settled on the table. It was covered in blood too. Hours passed, the doctors came in and told them how he was found. "Face first into a pit of mud, holding this blade, we had to pry the damn thing out of your hands.Haha, well we realize you probably still in shock from before,I will tell you we have no information of who has harmed your family, and we traced.. ughm.. used the blood on that blade to try to find them, but nothing came up. We need to get you to your new school, as soon as possible, you understand?" He nodded, he understood, and had no choice in the matter. One of the guard men handed him a phone number. "If you remember anything, anything at all, contact me. We will bring you justice." In his mind swirled "justice". He would achieve this with or without help, he swore himself an oath to that. He walked out of the hospital, and was flown to his new school. Three weeks later the detective sent him the blade, it was clean, and there was a note attached... "I was one of your fathers friends, before the accident. Its hard on me too, because he helped me through a lot. The least i can do is help you and your brother, and i think i know something that can get your mind off. I know how to use a sword pretty well, and you seemed, from how we found you, pretty attached to that blade. could teach you how to use it, and fight, would you like that?" Of course his answer was yes. Anything that could hope to get his mind off things he was up for. Hee looked at the blade again, and swore his oath to it. He would find the murderers
Skills: Advanced sword ability, very good fighter
Knowledge/Beliefs: Full high school education. 2 years of collage. Dropped out to live with brother. Atheist.
Likes: Quiet, alone, light, to fight, to examine others.
Dislikes: Darkness, lots of people, being watched, happy people, or "fortunate others"
Misc.: Lives with his brother, and has a strong bond with him. Has paranoia issues.
Name: Hetemae Drako "Rohagmae"
Age: 27
Physical Description: Short black hair that fades to red. Very Gothic, loves to wear black and dark clothing. Has naturally brown eyes, but in his "demon attacks" or when hes using his red lightning, has blood red Iris or full blood red eyes.
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History/Past/Story: Five years before his "brother" was born, this demon child was born. His father was a detective and his mother was almost like a housewife. On the night he was born, all hell broke loose, and as the child was being born, this red lightning emerged from the mothers chest, burning a whole right through her womb, and ripped her stomach open, the doctors pulled the baby out, and the babies eyes were open, glowing an dark red, like his moms blood seeped into his Iris, the mother was instantly dead, even if she lived through that, there was no way to repair her. The father was in despair, and could not care for the child, and was mildly disgusted with him. He handed the child over to the Rohagmea family, claiming the baby could not be taken care of, because of the mothers death over "complications of child birth." They raised the child as their own, he even believes hes really got a brother.He was never easily scared, and never showed his emotions, until 'they' came. The night started with his mother getting a call that his father was murdered, she heard the gunshot, and him scream. She was in despair when suddenly these people managed to get to their house, and he stared at the scene, and watched his mother get killed right before his eyes. His brother ran, out of the house into the nearby woods, the men chased him, and Hetemae followed, in grief. He found his brother, and knocked him out. Hoping they'd think he was dead, then the men found them, and pulled the trigger as the barrel faced Hetemae, then it happened again, but this time he had control of what he was doing. His eyes turned blood red, and a red lightning was conjured out from his body. He touched it with his hands, and his body took over, he was being taught how to use his hellish gift. The hand pulled the spark of power away from him, and cupped it in his two hands, moved the hands apart, stretching the bold of anger, and it caught the bullet. He clapped his hands together, rotated them around so what was once on top was now on the bottom, opened his had and the bullet flew back at the firer, and instantly as it hit him, red lightning burst across his body, and he fell, totally lifeless. He pulled his hands farther apart, and created a separation of the spark. He waved his hand towards the men, and they turned into ashes, with just bloody on the ground, and a bloody blade. He put the blade in his brothers hand, to give him a destiny. Then realized the fifth man was gone. His body still in control, dragged his brother far from that place, into a pit on mud. He waited for the police and ambulance. He then stayed by his brother until he woke.He was told by his real father, that they would have to separate, and go to separate boarding schools, for safety reasons and because they are different ages. When his brother woke, he tried to tell him that, but his voice failed him, and tears fell, he walked out, and resumed his life. Ever so slowly gaining control of his found powers...
Skills: Moderate fighting techniques. "Red lightning" or his demonic power of lightning.
Knowledge/Beliefs: Atheist, full collage and high school edu.
Likes: Darkness, power, loneliness
Dislikes: unknown people, his real father (tough he doesn't know thats who he really is) lies secrets,happy people.
Misc.: Baught a house and had his "brother" move in, Has "demon attacks" (equivalent to an asthma attack), hates who he is.
 From Heaven To Hell · Sat Mar 14, 2009 @ 03:17am · 0 Comments |
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