Post by Shaiya Kentarou on May 26, 2009 3:45:22 GMT -5
Shaiya Touya Kentarou
The Basic Information ;;
I am known as;;
Shaiya Touya Kentaro
Some however call me;;
Shay or Shai
I have left tracks for this long;;
21You may find me in;;
Kingdom of Agatha
There I am known as;;
Citizen
These are who I know well;;
My mother and father were murdered, I had adopted parents but they are long gone as well
This is who intrigues me;;
As if I had time for love! ((another way for saying he wishes he could find love))
Last time I checked I was;;
Male of course
You can easily tell I am;;
Elemental Human
))A little more in depth;;
I am very unique;;
I was born with the element of air which I learned how to master at a very young age and still learning new skills as I grow. But I have to respect it for it’s mother’s nature gift to me, and anytime I am angry or doubt myself of my power it seems to know and quickly snaps me back into reality. It’s like my guardian wings through life and without it I don’t know if I could make it alone.
These will make me smile;;
~ Families watching them grow especially kids, something I never had
~ Water even though I do not possess its power I have always found interest in how easily Air and water mixes, it’s like the oxygen to its lungs
~ Love; even though I refuse to admit to wanting it, it’s something I shall desire in secret
~ Friendship, Loyalty, which ever comes first, I can’t live without having my companions, they are my strength
These will make me want to hurt you;;
! Judgmental, I can’t stand for someone to judge of someone just because of the way they are different, isn’t the point of us being different is to find something interesting in someone else, what’s the deal with wanting to be the same it’s a bore
! Life, sometimes it alone can anger me in how people can take it so mindlessly and not cherish the fact that they are alive, live it do not waste it away
! Fighting, I am not a man of violence even though my gift can cause pain I wish to not use it to hurt others; I use my gift to save those who are in need of a guardian, not a hero
! The past, I hate living life in the past, let “what was” be and let “what is” happen, though I could take up on this advice myselfI don't need practice with these;;
*Having honest moral values
*Being loyal
*Able to control my own temper from controlling my powers which keeps them from controlling me
However these on the other hand;;
*Allowing myself to let go of the past, not to become too attached, or to even let myself open up to letting someone else care for me instead
*My mission in life is just to make the lives of everyone else a little easier, but sometimes I easily lose track of who I am and what I need
*Letting people see me, the real me, the one without the mask
Now lets get to the core;;
You can't change who I am;;
I can’t quite remember how I came to be, mostly fragmented memories and dreams at night of a home that I once had but now lost. My life goes around in circles with my dreams and it’s because of these dreams that have made me who I am. I am a wanderer really. Someone lost within their own mind and thoughts. I am always thinking about them, wondering where they are and what kind of people they were. I know my parents must have been good, they sacrificed themselves to keep me alive. I know from that I must value my life and it’s because of them I have chosen to master the powers I have and try with what power of one man can do to save those around him. But let’s not get me wrong, I am no hero and never will I say I am. I am not the knight in shining armor that comes to the lonely princess’s rescue. I am just a man, born man with a gift, a gift that comes with a price. A price that I am more than willing to pay with my own two hands.
I am not perfect, who is? I am not made any different just because I have this ability, I still am as human as anyone else can get. I have my own share of problems, I used be emotionally unstable, but over the years I have trained myself to control such a temper I once had, I know what the past was like, I don’t want to go there again. I live on my own, alone, a well respected citizen in Agatha. I’ve grew up here with my adopted parents until they passed and I made a living her own my own. I value the friendship I have with others and even though I never let them get too close to my heart, I wish I could let one person at least have a glimpse of it.
When I go out to help those who I can, I never let them know it’s me. I usually were a mask, the mask that is hiding a man’s true identity. Everyone knows my mask in Damon, most have heard of me, but know one knows it has been me all alone behind that mask. No one would dare believe the young boy from a respected adopted family would be the one that would run in the night helping the lives of poor old humans. Especially those from Agatha or even Akakios the ones who despise the very blood that runs through me. I don’t let that stop me though, but I see it better that way, that I mask my identity so no one can see the weakness on my face especially those who would use it against me.The memories that can not be forgotten;;
I was born in the month of December, a month that is known for bringing a cleansing of white blankets that make the soul in every child run wild with delight. I was such a child as well, my heart beating strong with the curiosity of an adolescent. I had a family once, a real one, one that was of my true blood. But something terrible happened to them, I know because it’s fragmented into my mind like a never ending puzzle that I can’t put together completely. They were human and it was why they had to sacrifice themselves, because I wasn’t human. So they tried running away but on their way to Agatha they were killed by bounty hunters, but I was smuggled over the borders by an old elderly couple that had been helping my parents that night, they took me in and raised me the best they could. But I mostly raised myself; I learned from the society right away how cruel the world really could be.
I learned at a very young age, not sure if I could even walk or talk yet, that I had the blessed hand of power from Mother Nature to manipulate air. I was able to spin it within my hands, which was the little I could do as a child. But of course when I grew older I was able to make airborne storms come to life out of the skies and lift things off the ground, even myself, but it takes a lot out of me to lift that much weight, my human body can only take so much, but I keep pushing myself anyways. I decided not to take things for granted; it was my parents wish to me that I would live life being a good man as someone that was willing to sacrifice themselves for the life of another.
After my adopted parents passed, I continued to carry on with my life and this entrusted belief that had inspired me to grow stronger. I eventually woke up one day and decided that I had to help the people in Damos from the rage attacks from Akakios citizens. It was like a message from god, he was telling me that he didn’t’ give me this ability to ignore or let it go away to waste, but to build it and push myself until I fall down and at least have brought my enemies down with me. So it was then I became this masked vigilante, a man that was born in Damos but lived in Agatha, but I always felt like my true home was with the people Damos and that I had to protect them. I am no god of course nor am I no hero, but just a man, a man with a heart big enough to be a blanket that will shield the world from the beam of darkness. At least that’s the me with the mask, the unmasked me is just taking everything one day at a time. I am very blessed to be alive there is always an “if” scenario in my thoughts.
