Post by ?? Akihiro on Sept 2, 2013 13:37:01 GMT -5
Name: Akihiro Okura
Age: 32
Race: Human
Birth place: Alderaan
Height: 6'0
Weight: 145
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance:
(Profile Picture) Akihiro dresses himself in deep articles of cloaks and various grey-ish colored materials to conceal his weapons and face. The use of long pants and armor covered boots, aids Akihiro in his operations given out to him by the various Hutt Clans scattered across the galaxy. He chooses to keep a low profile on his missions, making sure to stick to the shadows and conceal his identity; stealth is a main asset and part of Akihiro's life, so anything that can aid him in keeping that in tact, he uses and would pick up wherever his missions sent him.
His eyes are a light grey, a grey that translates and compliments his attire from his head all the way down to his boots. The clothes he wears not only covers up his identity when on missions, or anywhere in the known universe, it also covers up who he is, not only to his foes or, so called, ally's, but also to himself. A past that he wishes to forget more than anything else. A past that would reawaken upon the discovery of whom is behind the deeply embedded clothing.
More frequently, Akihiro cuts his hair to optimize vision to it's best ability while still covering the majority of his face (so not visible while hood is up. Picture is mainly for attire). Akihiro carries himself in a stride when walking, a polar opposite of that which he was taught back on Alderaan. He uses this bodily language to further distance himself from his past, choosing to act in ways opposite of that of a Noble from the house of Panteer. His build is mainly scrawny, giving him more speed when running rather than having an overly huge build that would ultimately slow him down. However, his legs and arms and more prominently exhibited, especially through his tanned skin tone, which he regularly keeps up, preventing it from going pale by once and a while stripping himself of the large amounts of clothing and taking a "vacation", as he likes to call it, to places like Kashyyk.
Facial hair on his face is rather well groomed apart from his side burns which run down to the edge of his ear lobe. The side burns are thick and solid, making them a prominent feature on his face, when seen. A scar on the upper right corner of his back, approximately three and a half inches in length, and two in width, exhibits his time with his father where he trained day in and day out with swords, mastering the skill quickly in life, mainly due to his fathers sudden death. Sense tattoos were forbidden by his father, Akihiro exhibits none, it is one of the few things he still follows that was from his past; thinking nothing of it as plenty of civilians have none.
There are no articles of jewelry on Akihiro, nor in his possession. He believes they would only slow him down in desperate times to flee, which in his profession, are most of the time.
Personality:
To the outside universe, Akihiro is just another Bounty Hunter, killing innocents and scum alike just for the pay. But in actuality he is a deeply kind person; his moral's even sometimes getting the best of him during hunting. His external attire and appearance covers up the rather soft, and compassionate personality within. Although, when his life is on the line, or the very meaning of his existence, Akihiro can be found to be harsh and sometimes, rash in his decision making. Choosing the quickest, and not always, smartest option. Though not without his flaws, Akihiro inside is a very good person, and shows that to the few people that can look past his exterior, and quickly finding him to be a good ally and friend to those who care and stay loyal to him. He also exhibits a heightened state of logic and awareness, thanks to his in depth studies of the history of various past civilizations and active collecting of ancient artifacts, mainly scrolls.
Due to his deep moralities, Akihiro tends to get on the bad side of his employers, the Hutt's, when it comes to executing orders to kill an innocent person. It may be because of his background, or his history, that which is hidden deep within him, back behind walls of protective lie's and cover ups. His past is one of the few things he holds on to dearly in his life, and if needed, he will sacrifice his own life to ensure nobody finds out exactly who he is.
Profession:
Akihiro specializes as a unique brand of Bounty Hunters. Instead of relying on various new technologies and upgraded weapon systems, Akihiro, instead, uses a single blade and pure skills to obtain the required objective. His skills are based on his profession and are sometimes used for other purposes, such as hitching rides across the universe.
Previous Faction/Rank:
Part of the Panteer royal family, prince in line for the throne, but during the young age of sixteen, he chose to run away. Conveying the sense that he was dead to his family, via intricate scams and buy offs that he had been setting up for years.
Equipment:
One Cortosis crafted blade, several flash and smoke grenades, used in desperate attempts to flee. One holographic wrist panel, allowing him to view information on specific targets as they were posted by various organizations looking for the deaths or capture of certain people.
Starship:
None. Instead, Akihiro chooses to hitch rides from either fellow Bounty Hunters, and or Smugglers alike.
Skills: Master Single Sword Duelist
Strategic Thinking
Stealth
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
RP Sample:
Akihiro's eyes danced across large doors and defenses of the Naboo palace, his mind racing to find logical and strategical points of entry as he sat perched on the edge of one of the adjacent buildings. Glancing down to his wrist, he activated his holographic panel, causing the image of his target to flash before him. The looming night sky causing the image to leave a blue hue on the side of his face, and a reflection in his eyes. "So..Naboo palace guards aren't so perfect after all" Akihiro mumbled to himself as he peered back up to the wall of the palace, the holographic image retreating back into the wrist panel as he looked away.
Gently lowering his hood so it covered the edge of his eyes, Akihiro lunged forward in two steps then propelled himself off of the edge of the building, tumbling once hitting the ground to ease the impact of the fall. Stealthily he glided across the stone embedded streets, his shadow like cloak billowing behind him as he ran. Smirking, he quickly knocked on the door then leaped into the open window that stood parallel to the door and perched there, his eyes keenly set on the large door as it creaked open. His right hand sat on the frame of the window, aiding Akihiro in balancing himself, as the other reached behind his cloak and slowly withdrew his sword from his belt, the moment growing ever more close as the image of a guard came into view, his head slowly peering from side to side, looking for the culprit of the knock.
Age: 32
Race: Human
Birth place: Alderaan
Height: 6'0
Weight: 145
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Blonde
Appearance:
(Profile Picture) Akihiro dresses himself in deep articles of cloaks and various grey-ish colored materials to conceal his weapons and face. The use of long pants and armor covered boots, aids Akihiro in his operations given out to him by the various Hutt Clans scattered across the galaxy. He chooses to keep a low profile on his missions, making sure to stick to the shadows and conceal his identity; stealth is a main asset and part of Akihiro's life, so anything that can aid him in keeping that in tact, he uses and would pick up wherever his missions sent him.
His eyes are a light grey, a grey that translates and compliments his attire from his head all the way down to his boots. The clothes he wears not only covers up his identity when on missions, or anywhere in the known universe, it also covers up who he is, not only to his foes or, so called, ally's, but also to himself. A past that he wishes to forget more than anything else. A past that would reawaken upon the discovery of whom is behind the deeply embedded clothing.
More frequently, Akihiro cuts his hair to optimize vision to it's best ability while still covering the majority of his face (so not visible while hood is up. Picture is mainly for attire). Akihiro carries himself in a stride when walking, a polar opposite of that which he was taught back on Alderaan. He uses this bodily language to further distance himself from his past, choosing to act in ways opposite of that of a Noble from the house of Panteer. His build is mainly scrawny, giving him more speed when running rather than having an overly huge build that would ultimately slow him down. However, his legs and arms and more prominently exhibited, especially through his tanned skin tone, which he regularly keeps up, preventing it from going pale by once and a while stripping himself of the large amounts of clothing and taking a "vacation", as he likes to call it, to places like Kashyyk.
Facial hair on his face is rather well groomed apart from his side burns which run down to the edge of his ear lobe. The side burns are thick and solid, making them a prominent feature on his face, when seen. A scar on the upper right corner of his back, approximately three and a half inches in length, and two in width, exhibits his time with his father where he trained day in and day out with swords, mastering the skill quickly in life, mainly due to his fathers sudden death. Sense tattoos were forbidden by his father, Akihiro exhibits none, it is one of the few things he still follows that was from his past; thinking nothing of it as plenty of civilians have none.
There are no articles of jewelry on Akihiro, nor in his possession. He believes they would only slow him down in desperate times to flee, which in his profession, are most of the time.
Personality:
To the outside universe, Akihiro is just another Bounty Hunter, killing innocents and scum alike just for the pay. But in actuality he is a deeply kind person; his moral's even sometimes getting the best of him during hunting. His external attire and appearance covers up the rather soft, and compassionate personality within. Although, when his life is on the line, or the very meaning of his existence, Akihiro can be found to be harsh and sometimes, rash in his decision making. Choosing the quickest, and not always, smartest option. Though not without his flaws, Akihiro inside is a very good person, and shows that to the few people that can look past his exterior, and quickly finding him to be a good ally and friend to those who care and stay loyal to him. He also exhibits a heightened state of logic and awareness, thanks to his in depth studies of the history of various past civilizations and active collecting of ancient artifacts, mainly scrolls.
Due to his deep moralities, Akihiro tends to get on the bad side of his employers, the Hutt's, when it comes to executing orders to kill an innocent person. It may be because of his background, or his history, that which is hidden deep within him, back behind walls of protective lie's and cover ups. His past is one of the few things he holds on to dearly in his life, and if needed, he will sacrifice his own life to ensure nobody finds out exactly who he is.
Profession:
Akihiro specializes as a unique brand of Bounty Hunters. Instead of relying on various new technologies and upgraded weapon systems, Akihiro, instead, uses a single blade and pure skills to obtain the required objective. His skills are based on his profession and are sometimes used for other purposes, such as hitching rides across the universe.
Previous Faction/Rank:
Part of the Panteer royal family, prince in line for the throne, but during the young age of sixteen, he chose to run away. Conveying the sense that he was dead to his family, via intricate scams and buy offs that he had been setting up for years.
Equipment:
One Cortosis crafted blade, several flash and smoke grenades, used in desperate attempts to flee. One holographic wrist panel, allowing him to view information on specific targets as they were posted by various organizations looking for the deaths or capture of certain people.
Starship:
None. Instead, Akihiro chooses to hitch rides from either fellow Bounty Hunters, and or Smugglers alike.
Skills: Master Single Sword Duelist
Strategic Thinking
Stealth
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Young Life (years 5 - 12):
Akihiro was born into the royal house of Okura, on the planet Alderaan; his life quickly taking shape into a noble, following into his parent's footsteps. When he became five years old, and old enough to start taking in information and memorizing it, Akihiro was instructed on his duties and stature by his father, Ra'mack, who also taught him the ways of the sword, as his father did him. Whipped into the shape of a true growing of age noble, Akihiro stood as a proud accomplishment for his family and his house name in the early years of his life. Especially when the Okura house held their annual sword competition between the households, there Akihiro watched his father battle it out against friends, with fury in his eyes as though they were enemies until their backs struck the concrete floor beneath them. Then, horror struck when his father was accidentally killed in the duel, leaving their family without the proper representation for the competition.
The next year was filled with ridicule, his family constantly displayed as the lower half of the Panteer family and Akihiro, himself, a complete and utter failure. His mother pleaded for him to drop the torment, to move on with his life but it was too much. The pain of not only losing his father, but also sitting back and doing nothing for his family troubled Akihiro down to the core. So, going against his mothers wishes, Akihiro trained himself furiously for the next few years until finally, on his ninth birthday, Akihiro joined the tournament to redeem his family's honor. One match after another, each one Akihiro won, his mother growing ever more worried as each match continued, knowing the challenge would get harder as he progressed. Until finally, Akihiro stood over his fallen foe, his eyes jetting over to Gaul Panteer, the crowned Prince of the house, his eyes wide with fascination. Honor, glory, the rush of success and excitement overcame Akihiro in the following months. His family had been restored to his former glory but something else also came with this new found popularity, something Akihiro, himself, didn't even expect.
The next year was filled with ridicule, his family constantly displayed as the lower half of the Panteer family and Akihiro, himself, a complete and utter failure. His mother pleaded for him to drop the torment, to move on with his life but it was too much. The pain of not only losing his father, but also sitting back and doing nothing for his family troubled Akihiro down to the core. So, going against his mothers wishes, Akihiro trained himself furiously for the next few years until finally, on his ninth birthday, Akihiro joined the tournament to redeem his family's honor. One match after another, each one Akihiro won, his mother growing ever more worried as each match continued, knowing the challenge would get harder as he progressed. Until finally, Akihiro stood over his fallen foe, his eyes jetting over to Gaul Panteer, the crowned Prince of the house, his eyes wide with fascination. Honor, glory, the rush of success and excitement overcame Akihiro in the following months. His family had been restored to his former glory but something else also came with this new found popularity, something Akihiro, himself, didn't even expect.
Teenage Years (13 - 19)
Love; like a cursed coil snake, it wrapped itself around Akihiro the moment he laid eyes onto Shey Organa. It was during a duel with one of Akihiro's good friends, Joe, that Akihiro first saw the young woman standing ideally off to the side, watching him practice his technique, her eyes bursting with color and curiosity that grabbed the teenage Akihiro instantly. Months went by, the glances soon became thoughtful gestures between the two until that cascaded into openness about their feelings. However, this moment in Akihiro's life, the happiest moment of his life to date, was about to crumble.
Outrage struck the house of Abe as they learned of Shey's connection with Akihiro and soon a feud broke out, causing riots and verbal threats to be thrown across the proud royal families. Soon, Shey was taken away by the Abe family, locked up behind the gates of their palace, hidden away from Akihiro to halt their relationship and hopefully suffocate it, but by then, things had grown out of hand. The tension between the two noble families had been growing for decades, ever sense the former leader of Okura went out to strike a trust with Abe, only to be found dead a week later. Or, that's how the Okura told it. Socialization between the house members was forbidden, much less a relationship on the sexual level. Abe hated Okura and Okura hated Abe, plain and simple. Bodies of Okura and Abe members began to slowly show up, hidden behind bushes and abandoned buildings, each showing detailed signs that the opposing house committed the act. Namely, Akihiro, on the Okura side, when an Abe was found dead. With the walls closing in on him, and his home world quickly becoming to fall into an all out war between the houses, Akihiro turned his attention to one of the only people he trusted. Kiton, a house guard for Okura stood as a trusted ally to Akihiro for years, from his birth, all the way up til now. Slowly but surely, Akihiro and Kiton strategized a plot to fake Akihiro's death to not only save the planet from an eminent war between the families but also to save the lives of countless people within them.
Although tension was high between the families, if the perpetrator of these accused actions, that being Akihiro himself, were to be found dead or natural causes, there may be a break in the feud. With no reason to fight, Abe would back down; they had always been the type to back down from challenges that would result in loss of lives, especially their own. While, Okura, who would normally pursue a fight or challenge from opposing forces, would be engulfed in mourning and thus, unable to throw a punch to Abe. If there ever was a possibility for a break in the feud, it was now, and Akihiro knew it. Thanks to his overwhelming curiosity, Akihiro, when he was younger and even during this time, would find himself from time to time sneaking over to Abe castle and coming out with a few of their scrolls. Reading up on both houses, from the scroll's perspective, instead of his houses' own, Akihiro was able to differentiate truth and lies. Getting the true sense of both houses, what they stood for, what they were and most importantly, what they weren't. Hundreds of years of turmoil was solely based on one death. Each side convinced it was the other, despite good evidence being brought forward. Through the years, it progressed into the political aspect. Both Okura and Abe wanting sole political power on Alderaan, fueling the feud between them and Okura quick to add to it with each chance they got, attacking Abe when they found fit and Abe, with nowhere to run, simply fought back. So Akihiro devised a plan and with the aid of Kiton, it would be soon set forth into action.
On Akihiro's sixteenth birthday, Kiton slipped him Tetrodotoxin in the form of a fish, which carried the lethal drug. At dinner, Akihiro was given the fish on his plate and upon his first bite and later that night he was found motionless and appeared to be dead from none other than Kiton. Days of discussion emerged within the family about how this could have happened before finally, an agreement came to bury his body first, then hold a funeral. Celebration roared in the palace of Abe while mourning engulfed the house of Okura. The only one not crying as Kiton, who suggested he take the body to the burial site, where he placed a fake then covered it up with dirt. Nobody seemed to notice as the true Akihiro rode off into the sunset on Kiton's cargo ship. Or maybe they did..but he never heard anything, not a word, not a cry, nothing from any of his family, only the sight of Kiton smiling as he awoke in the cockpit of his ship. Freedom.
Outrage struck the house of Abe as they learned of Shey's connection with Akihiro and soon a feud broke out, causing riots and verbal threats to be thrown across the proud royal families. Soon, Shey was taken away by the Abe family, locked up behind the gates of their palace, hidden away from Akihiro to halt their relationship and hopefully suffocate it, but by then, things had grown out of hand. The tension between the two noble families had been growing for decades, ever sense the former leader of Okura went out to strike a trust with Abe, only to be found dead a week later. Or, that's how the Okura told it. Socialization between the house members was forbidden, much less a relationship on the sexual level. Abe hated Okura and Okura hated Abe, plain and simple. Bodies of Okura and Abe members began to slowly show up, hidden behind bushes and abandoned buildings, each showing detailed signs that the opposing house committed the act. Namely, Akihiro, on the Okura side, when an Abe was found dead. With the walls closing in on him, and his home world quickly becoming to fall into an all out war between the houses, Akihiro turned his attention to one of the only people he trusted. Kiton, a house guard for Okura stood as a trusted ally to Akihiro for years, from his birth, all the way up til now. Slowly but surely, Akihiro and Kiton strategized a plot to fake Akihiro's death to not only save the planet from an eminent war between the families but also to save the lives of countless people within them.
Although tension was high between the families, if the perpetrator of these accused actions, that being Akihiro himself, were to be found dead or natural causes, there may be a break in the feud. With no reason to fight, Abe would back down; they had always been the type to back down from challenges that would result in loss of lives, especially their own. While, Okura, who would normally pursue a fight or challenge from opposing forces, would be engulfed in mourning and thus, unable to throw a punch to Abe. If there ever was a possibility for a break in the feud, it was now, and Akihiro knew it. Thanks to his overwhelming curiosity, Akihiro, when he was younger and even during this time, would find himself from time to time sneaking over to Abe castle and coming out with a few of their scrolls. Reading up on both houses, from the scroll's perspective, instead of his houses' own, Akihiro was able to differentiate truth and lies. Getting the true sense of both houses, what they stood for, what they were and most importantly, what they weren't. Hundreds of years of turmoil was solely based on one death. Each side convinced it was the other, despite good evidence being brought forward. Through the years, it progressed into the political aspect. Both Okura and Abe wanting sole political power on Alderaan, fueling the feud between them and Okura quick to add to it with each chance they got, attacking Abe when they found fit and Abe, with nowhere to run, simply fought back. So Akihiro devised a plan and with the aid of Kiton, it would be soon set forth into action.
On Akihiro's sixteenth birthday, Kiton slipped him Tetrodotoxin in the form of a fish, which carried the lethal drug. At dinner, Akihiro was given the fish on his plate and upon his first bite and later that night he was found motionless and appeared to be dead from none other than Kiton. Days of discussion emerged within the family about how this could have happened before finally, an agreement came to bury his body first, then hold a funeral. Celebration roared in the palace of Abe while mourning engulfed the house of Okura. The only one not crying as Kiton, who suggested he take the body to the burial site, where he placed a fake then covered it up with dirt. Nobody seemed to notice as the true Akihiro rode off into the sunset on Kiton's cargo ship. Or maybe they did..but he never heard anything, not a word, not a cry, nothing from any of his family, only the sight of Kiton smiling as he awoke in the cockpit of his ship. Freedom.
Young Adult (20 - 29)
Kiton aided Akihiro in setting up his new life, giving him a false last name to use, covering up his true identity, followed by clothes that masked his face. Giving him some credits to begin his new life, Kiton left Akihiro to begin his new life, a life that immediately presented itself with unseen dangers as, just a day after Kiton left, Akihiro was attacked by thugs while roaming the lower entertainment district of Coruscant. Fighting off the thugs was difficult to say the least, but it gave Akihiro time to think about where his life should go. So many injustices in this universe, so many things go unnoticed. And left for what? The Jedi to do? No.. So, Akihiro set out on the next two years to find ways to expel and rid the universe of it's endless injustices until he came across a unique item displayed in front of a merchant's display station. An ore set out on display. A cortosis ore; an ore that caught his eye and attention the very moment he saw it. There he struck a deal with the merchant for the ore; to pay him in full for it within the first year and a half, plus interest. The money was no small obstacle, not by far, the true feat that stood in front of Akihiro was homing his still of forgery, a skill he took under the experience of a craftsman, whom he work for, for three long and tireless years. Years that gave Akihiro the needed time to craft his blade; using the Cortosis ore that he bought, along with some fragments of Alum and metal to reinforce and strengthen the blade. The use of three metal's made the sword heavier but only in the slightest as it still held firm to a light weight, giving Akihiro the ability to strike or parry with it quite quickly. A smile edged it's way onto his face as he watched the sword, he had been working on for years, emerge from the steaming vents of his master's forge. Glowing red, the sword lifted up in front of Akihiro, the sight bringing more and more happiness to him by each passing second.
It shined under the glare of the morning suns, dwindling in Akihiro's eyes as he waved it around with a huge grin appearing on his face. However, the moment was short lived as the sound of a scream of pure terror echoed throughout the shop, followed by the sound of a body tumbling down the stairs leading down to the forge. With one final thud, the body of his master flopped out in front of Akihiro, his eyes wide, stuck in the fear and shock he was in the last moment of his life. With joyful laughter, three bounty hunters strode down the steps, reveling in their accomplishment as they kicked the body of the blacksmith before peering over to Akihiro who held his sword high, ready to strike. "Ha! Look at this!" One exclaimed while the other withdrew his blaster and pointed it directly at Akihiro's head, "Put it down kid. There's not a price on your head" he insisted. Akihiro promptly shook his head in response before swinging his sword, slicing the man's hand completely off, much to the surprise of the bounty hunters who immediately withdrew their other blasters and weapons.
Then one saw something, something that caught his attention. The fury and rage deep within the eyes of Akihiro struck the leader of the hunter's, extendeding his arm over the other two, stopping them from firing upon the younger man wielding the sword. "Boy. You can come with us..or die here with your master..you're choice". And from that day onward, Akihiro was inserted and integrated into the Bounty Hunter system beneath the powerful and glutenous rule of Karagga the Hutt. Throughout the years, mission upon mission added on to Akihiro's hidden identity and mysterious aura, keeping his thoughts to himself and taking up leadership roles without hardly ever saying a word. That was...until the Alderaan extraction operation.
It shined under the glare of the morning suns, dwindling in Akihiro's eyes as he waved it around with a huge grin appearing on his face. However, the moment was short lived as the sound of a scream of pure terror echoed throughout the shop, followed by the sound of a body tumbling down the stairs leading down to the forge. With one final thud, the body of his master flopped out in front of Akihiro, his eyes wide, stuck in the fear and shock he was in the last moment of his life. With joyful laughter, three bounty hunters strode down the steps, reveling in their accomplishment as they kicked the body of the blacksmith before peering over to Akihiro who held his sword high, ready to strike. "Ha! Look at this!" One exclaimed while the other withdrew his blaster and pointed it directly at Akihiro's head, "Put it down kid. There's not a price on your head" he insisted. Akihiro promptly shook his head in response before swinging his sword, slicing the man's hand completely off, much to the surprise of the bounty hunters who immediately withdrew their other blasters and weapons.
Then one saw something, something that caught his attention. The fury and rage deep within the eyes of Akihiro struck the leader of the hunter's, extendeding his arm over the other two, stopping them from firing upon the younger man wielding the sword. "Boy. You can come with us..or die here with your master..you're choice". And from that day onward, Akihiro was inserted and integrated into the Bounty Hunter system beneath the powerful and glutenous rule of Karagga the Hutt. Throughout the years, mission upon mission added on to Akihiro's hidden identity and mysterious aura, keeping his thoughts to himself and taking up leadership roles without hardly ever saying a word. That was...until the Alderaan extraction operation.
Adult Life (29 - Present):
Nearing the thirty-ith year of his existence, Akihiro was called by name to Karagga's throne room, an honor many of the Bounty Hunters under his rule never had. There Karagga explained his objective to Akihiro, whom he had grown to like in the past four years of his employment under him, "Akihiro..i believe it is time you learned of my plan. My plan to tighten my grip on the galaxies supply lines. Both the Empire and the Republic have trade routes through the outer rim..but most importantly, through the core planets and worlds. Mainly the Republic control the core worlds but there is one planet that does business with them. Alderaan. It is a key part of both of their trade routes and supply lines. Control that and we control the prices for each" he told him. Akihiro simply nodded, "Then why haven't you done it already?" he asked curiously, "There is one on the planet who disagree's with this plan..and has gone out her way to stop my plans. I need you Akihiro..to go down to the planet and kill her, this not only will cement my plan but also your place by my side".
So, without further thought, Akihiro set out on his journey, a journey back to his home, back to his past. There he met his target location, a small shake outside of the Panteer palace, quaintly placed by the woods, a place that Akihiro, himself, truly enjoyed being in his young life. It made him free, feel accepted, but it was a thought that he shook off as he stubbornly pushed the feeling off and approached the back of the shack. Easily finding a way inside, Akihiro peered around his surroundings; walls covered in pictures of him when he was younger, his father and his mother. "No.." He hissed, lowering his stance as he walked throughout the house, gazing around him as he proceeded further. Then, a shout echoed out to him, calling back from behind; turning on his heel, he spun around to the sight of an elderly woman, wielding a long blaster, hunched over in a stance as a slightly younger man wobbled out with a small pistol. "Get out of my house!!!" She exclaimed as the eyes of Akihiro's met the man's for a split second, the man's jaw dropping as one word slipped from his mouth, "Akihiro...". The woman, completely baffled gazed between the man and Akihiro, "Kiton what are you babbling about?! My son is dead!!!". Akihiro's mind raced a thousand paces all at once, moral overcoming the orders given to him by Karagga as his mind succeeded over his brute and new cold persona, ordering him to turn and burst through the back door. And he did so. He ran as fast as he could, running away from the woman who gave birth to him. Away from the man who gave him his freedom. Away from his past.
His name could be heard, shouting across the night sky from his mother as she called out to him but to no avail. As the night took over the planet of Alderaan, a new reality engulfed Akihiro as he flew back to Karagga; the reality of what was to come when he landed on the planet. It would, without a doubt, be the last planet he ever landed on. So, as he has done his entire life, Akihiro ran. Ran away from Karagga and the various Bounty Hunters he now sent out for his head and the newly placed bounty over him. There was no doubt that Karagga's plan would crumble without Akihiro accomplishing his mission, but nobody ever expected it to fall the way it did. Karagga himself was brought up before the court of the Republic on accusations and was tossed in jail, only to be broken out a month later. Karagga's empire was now in turmoil and his hate for Akihiro had grown gargantuan as he placed a bounty so big on the young man's head, that any Bounty Hunter would go out to find him. Even the ones who had retired long before.
Taking up various jobs from other Hutts, or anyone he could find, Akihiro eventually got himself enough money to improve his arsenal, which he would need to fight off the Bounty Hunters coming after him and those he was ordered to kill or capture. Improvements such as the holographic wrist band, and smoke and flash grenades along with more clothing and armor to protect him. Now he stays on Coruscant for the moment, lingering in the shadows until someone finds him and he runs to yet another place. Bounty Hunters, death, hate, hunger, thirst, Akihiro never feared any of these things during his fight for survival, never once did he ponder about giving in and turning himself in to the nearest Bounty Hunter. No, Akihiro is too proud for that. Instead, the one thing that drives him is also the thing that is the most mysterious to everyone else. His identity. An identity he hopes and fears nobody will ever discover.
So, without further thought, Akihiro set out on his journey, a journey back to his home, back to his past. There he met his target location, a small shake outside of the Panteer palace, quaintly placed by the woods, a place that Akihiro, himself, truly enjoyed being in his young life. It made him free, feel accepted, but it was a thought that he shook off as he stubbornly pushed the feeling off and approached the back of the shack. Easily finding a way inside, Akihiro peered around his surroundings; walls covered in pictures of him when he was younger, his father and his mother. "No.." He hissed, lowering his stance as he walked throughout the house, gazing around him as he proceeded further. Then, a shout echoed out to him, calling back from behind; turning on his heel, he spun around to the sight of an elderly woman, wielding a long blaster, hunched over in a stance as a slightly younger man wobbled out with a small pistol. "Get out of my house!!!" She exclaimed as the eyes of Akihiro's met the man's for a split second, the man's jaw dropping as one word slipped from his mouth, "Akihiro...". The woman, completely baffled gazed between the man and Akihiro, "Kiton what are you babbling about?! My son is dead!!!". Akihiro's mind raced a thousand paces all at once, moral overcoming the orders given to him by Karagga as his mind succeeded over his brute and new cold persona, ordering him to turn and burst through the back door. And he did so. He ran as fast as he could, running away from the woman who gave birth to him. Away from the man who gave him his freedom. Away from his past.
His name could be heard, shouting across the night sky from his mother as she called out to him but to no avail. As the night took over the planet of Alderaan, a new reality engulfed Akihiro as he flew back to Karagga; the reality of what was to come when he landed on the planet. It would, without a doubt, be the last planet he ever landed on. So, as he has done his entire life, Akihiro ran. Ran away from Karagga and the various Bounty Hunters he now sent out for his head and the newly placed bounty over him. There was no doubt that Karagga's plan would crumble without Akihiro accomplishing his mission, but nobody ever expected it to fall the way it did. Karagga himself was brought up before the court of the Republic on accusations and was tossed in jail, only to be broken out a month later. Karagga's empire was now in turmoil and his hate for Akihiro had grown gargantuan as he placed a bounty so big on the young man's head, that any Bounty Hunter would go out to find him. Even the ones who had retired long before.
Taking up various jobs from other Hutts, or anyone he could find, Akihiro eventually got himself enough money to improve his arsenal, which he would need to fight off the Bounty Hunters coming after him and those he was ordered to kill or capture. Improvements such as the holographic wrist band, and smoke and flash grenades along with more clothing and armor to protect him. Now he stays on Coruscant for the moment, lingering in the shadows until someone finds him and he runs to yet another place. Bounty Hunters, death, hate, hunger, thirst, Akihiro never feared any of these things during his fight for survival, never once did he ponder about giving in and turning himself in to the nearest Bounty Hunter. No, Akihiro is too proud for that. Instead, the one thing that drives him is also the thing that is the most mysterious to everyone else. His identity. An identity he hopes and fears nobody will ever discover.
RP Sample:
Akihiro's eyes danced across large doors and defenses of the Naboo palace, his mind racing to find logical and strategical points of entry as he sat perched on the edge of one of the adjacent buildings. Glancing down to his wrist, he activated his holographic panel, causing the image of his target to flash before him. The looming night sky causing the image to leave a blue hue on the side of his face, and a reflection in his eyes. "So..Naboo palace guards aren't so perfect after all" Akihiro mumbled to himself as he peered back up to the wall of the palace, the holographic image retreating back into the wrist panel as he looked away.
Gently lowering his hood so it covered the edge of his eyes, Akihiro lunged forward in two steps then propelled himself off of the edge of the building, tumbling once hitting the ground to ease the impact of the fall. Stealthily he glided across the stone embedded streets, his shadow like cloak billowing behind him as he ran. Smirking, he quickly knocked on the door then leaped into the open window that stood parallel to the door and perched there, his eyes keenly set on the large door as it creaked open. His right hand sat on the frame of the window, aiding Akihiro in balancing himself, as the other reached behind his cloak and slowly withdrew his sword from his belt, the moment growing ever more close as the image of a guard came into view, his head slowly peering from side to side, looking for the culprit of the knock.
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