Post by Sedrix West on Jan 7, 2007 20:08:08 GMT 1
Full Name: Sedrix Julian West
Age: 16
Nationality: English
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 210lbs
Hair: Blonde hair, down to his cheek, that is worn with gel, in downward spikes. (Avatar hint)
Eye Colour: Royal blue, very solid, eccentric colour
Build: buff. His thigh and calf muscles are particularly thick, considering his fighting style, and his arms are very muscular as well. His shoulders are slouched, and his posture is lazy, rather than proud.
Habits: Tends to crackle his knuckles a lot when he is bored.
Personality: Quality English. He is a quiet, lonesome person, who is sometimes seen as cold. It takes a particularly special relationship to see Sedrix’s true, hearty, and warm personality.
Appearance: Exceedingly tall, so his clothing range is limited. He likes to wear loose fitting, baggy clothing, jeans, and T shirts. He likes his dark blue shades, and always wears his gold Rolex (see history), and snowboard pendant. In the winter, he prefers the skater/snowboarder look. Dark colours, hoodies, and jeans. The only hat he has is a boarder style cap. On the wrist his Rolex isn't kept, he has a large amount of bracelets, and assorted wristbands.
Hobbies: He is a grade eight bassist, and guitarist. He loves the bass guitar, especially when played with a funk feel, after his hero, Mark King. The only two priorities before playing bass are school, and socializing. Whenever he is not doing either of these, he is playing bass. He also plays piano and drums on the side, but not as much. Finally he is a keen snowboarder.
Extra Curricular: Grade eight bassist and guitarist, as said. Being as lazy as Sedrix, he does not do much extra curricular.
History: (ooc: right, here we go...)
Before Varron
Sedrix's was born in a small house in central London. He was an only child, because their family could not afford. Don't get me wrong, they are not poor in the slightest; they just don't have enough for another child. Sedrix's parents were called Paul, and Susan. Paul, the father, worked long shifts as an ICT designer. Sedrix had always looked up to him.
His mother, Susan, worked a part time Job, as a secretary at a large corporation in central London. She tries not to work to long, so she can spend time with Sedrix. She was very loving, but also irritatingly concerning. She would always make mountains out of molehills if it included Sedrix. Sedrix loved her all the same though.
When Sedrix entered secondary school at the age of 12, he met another year seven called James. They were put in the same form, and sat next to each other. James had short brown hair that was stuck up in spikes. He was a guitarist, all better news for Sedrix. They became best friends when they performed at a music lesson. They were both grade five's by year eight, and played 'Under the Bridge' by Red Hot Chilli Peppers. It was a fond memory in Sedrix's life.
Something tragic happened to James. His mother passed away, from a London mobster’s gang. James’ family was underprivileged, and lived in east London, known for gang warfare. James was in a state of depression for five months, he was very close with his mother. It was approaching James 14th birthday when he turned back to his old, jolly self. It was good to have him back. However, he also revealed that he had been taking Judo classes. Sedrix was worried he might go for revenge; his aggravation was growing as well. Of course, it was only a worry, and there was no solid evidence. But day by day, James grew…different, Sedrix was beginning to get anxious. Sedrix joined James’ judo class, and also a tae kwon do class, because that took advantage of his stronger legs and kicks.
James was upset about his 14th birthday, and how his mother would not be there for it. Sedrix promised he would come over to see him. He did each year, and it almost turned into tradition. James cheered up, and Sedrix kept his promise. They saw each other the night of his 14th, another fond memory in his life, although these times would not last long.
Two months past when James did not appear for school. Sedrix knew there must be something wrong, he did not act on it at first, thinking it could just be an illness, but he began getting suspicious. When he texted him, at first he replied, saying not to worry, and it was just a bad flu, but eventually, he almost disappeared. Sedrix went to his house, no one was home. His dad was at work. The door was unlocked; he entered slowly, to see if he could find anything. His phone went off in his pocket, with a text from James, which was just 6 letters, it was a postcode. He moved swiftly for the door, and headed for that location, he turned, and saw shadows of a group, all gathered. Sedrix knew it was James in the middle of them, he went further, and it was confirmed. Two gang members held James’ arms back, and blood was draining from his nose and mouth. Sedrix ran at them.
The noises and rambling cheers of gang member’s hid Sedrix's approach. Sedrix swung for the attacker, hitting him back onto the floor, a few metres back. Sedrix had no idea of his own strength, he had never fought, but he did muscle build often. James yelled for him to run, then was knocked out by a second attacker, Sedrix's pupils narrowed as his anger grew. He kneed the second sharply in the chest, winded him. Then gave him a strong uppercut, sending him flying into the wall opposite, two gang members held Sedrix's arm, and one attacked him.
He felt the iron knuckles hit against his chest, yet he felt no pain, He wondered what was happening, it was like he couldn't feel pain, He knew this was damaging him; it was as if his emotions were acting as a barricade... The second knuckle hit, he could feel it, and he bent down a little, although it still did not do as much damage as it should. Sedrix's heart was racing, all his muscles were tensed. The attacker kept punching, and was in distress at Sedrix's lack of flinching, or any signs of pain whatsoever. The chants quietened, as Sedrix threw one of his arms into the attacker, sending one of the restraining gang members into the attacker. He then punched the last remaining restrainers. Most of the gang were floored, and the rest were backing off, and running away, yelling "Freak.". Sedrix didn't care; he just went to help James. He wasn't breathing...
Sedrix turned over his cold body, and saw a knife in his stomach. He cried in distress, and screamed for help, it was to late... He looked to the side, and saw someone run around the corner. Sedrix stood, and sprinted after him. His legs were long enough to catch up pretty quick, though this time his steps could be heard. The murderer, turned, and lunged into Sedrix. Sedrix kicked him back, hard. He moved forward and picked him up by the collar, proceeding to beat the life out of him, striking his stomach and skull repeatedly.
Suddenly, Sedrix fell to his knees, he looked down, and saw a pierce wound in his belly. He lurched, and groaned, the pain now overwhelming. He dropped the criminal, who scrambled away. "I've seen your face! You can't hide from me!" He yelled desperately, blood spewing from his mouth, "BASTARD!" He yells, as the criminal dashes round the corner. A few pedestrians walked towards him as he blacked out...
He awoke in a hospital, his parents around him. His Father standing proud at his bravery, his Mother fussing about his bandages to a nurse. Sedrix stood up, His father tried to stop him, he shoved him out the way, muttering, "James.... revenge.... that bastaa~" He passed out again.
It took him two months to recover, by which point, he was on the street again, hunting down James' killer. The killer was young, not a year older than Sedrix himself. With jet black hair, he asked, or rather interrogated gang members ferociously. He kept getting nothing, winding up dry, when he finally found someone, who said he had been transferred to a different school, for violence. "Where?" Sedrix asked, slamming him into a wall.
"Varron Academy…"
There was only one way to get there. He started riots at his school. Showed violence against students and teachers alike, even burned down a classroom. His father managed to work out what he was trying to do, his mother just looked at him pitifully, and questioned him constantly. Neither of them wanted Sedrix to go, but his Father understood. Sedrix loved them so much, he scratched their names into his rolex, to show them how much he loved them.
Varron Academy
Dank, cold, He could only describe the night-ridden school with these words. His eyes glanced around fiercely, he had been looking for too long, expecting too much. Did he really think that the yob he interrogated would tell him the truth? Is he indeed to trustworthy, particularly of people he did not know? It was a chance he was willing to take, he wanted revenge. The school seemed almost deserted; a light breeze fell across his furrowed brow. His anger was building, and had been since he first came to this god’s forsaken place.
Something caught his eye, a student, and loitering student. He had broad shoulders, and looked familiar. Sedrix found him at last. He shoved him into the middle of the playground, already a crowd started to gather. It had been a year. Sedrix was approaching 16 now. "Remember me?" Sedrix smirked, the kid said nothing, just shook his head fearfully, "Bastard..." Sedrix said quietly. The kids face changed suddenly, into pure fear. Sedrix grabbed him, and threw him against the wall of the school, punching at him shortly afterwards. It missed, and he hit a large dent into the wall. The kid barged at his chest desperately, Sedrix barely moved. Kneeing him where it hurts, and pushing him to the floor.
It started to rain... "How Appropriate" Sedrix said aloud. Sedrix ran at him, and felt a blade in his arm. It hurt, a lot. The kid had a knife, and was madly stabbing at him. Sedrix was dodging desperately, the attacks were quick, and Sedrix was stabbed several times in non-lethal places. He got angry, and gripped the kid’s wrist, crushing it in his fist, breaking it. He took the knife from him, and just stabbed.
Blood poured over the playroom, and the kid went cold. Sedrix breathed heavily, looking at the both disgusted and shocked faces of former friends, and unknown students alike. He did not say a word; his eyes were open wide, looking at the sunken body with an expression of pure fear. His watch was blood glistened, and his arm had gone numb from blood loss, the entire colour from his face had disappeared without a trace. Sedrix turned around, and started to walk. The intimidated students parting like the red sea around him, the trickle of blood from his former enemy flowed beside him.
It was done, revenge was had, and he was not convicted. He changed his look to avoid being caught. He thanked his loner lifestyle, no one recognized him. Sedrix saw the blood on his hands, though it was not there. He feared he was going insane, he lay awake at night, when something happened...
He had a dream, in which he saw himself, but he was Gothic, with leather clothing, studs, red hair and eyes. Sedrix fought himself, desperately. When he awoke, he felt no evil, no malice, and no nothing. School became better, he began making friends, and he got back on top of his grades...
It was a great surprise when the firebombing took place, he did not know why, nor did he much care, all he knew was an almost terrorist gang, formed by a select group of Varronites, founded it. To see Varron academy goes up in flames was quite idealistic, it was worse than hell, now it is meeting hell.
Hircine High
"Why did this principal just take in all students from Varron,"
"What is this place?"
Sedrix was troubled, but glad he was still with people he knew. He decided to law low for a while, at least until he got settled. Though he could not stop his curiosity. The so-called ‘Pillar System’ was in place here. Curious, it seemed to be a system in which selective students could do whatever they want, to keep the principals sick feeling of ‘Peace’.
Maybe this was due to the arrival of his fellow classmates, to be labelled outsiders, but this was not his idea of ‘Peace’. He was reminded of a rather atheist quote, ‘If you want peace, you must prepare for war.’ Sedrix was sure this was true, as however ironic it was. Students and teachers alike school-widely hated the so-called ‘Varronites’. Sedrix had a great deal of trouble staying out of harms way. In a crowd of six footers he stood out like a sheep in a monkey cage. He did not fight back, he did not want to fight back. He knew Varronite leaders, Leon Loire for example, wanted to form a peaceful foundation, and it was for the better. Sedrix wanted to stay out of it completely.
The lack of discipline, and chaos in this school made it almost unliveable. He had to do something about it.
The Genaht
Sedrix sneered underneath the shadow of his tainted eyes. His head was bowed. He remembered Ein from Varron, a real showman, at least this is what first impression indicates. A bizarre chap, but Sedrix could see his malice ran deep. He did not know why. He listened to the speech on the reformation of the Genaht. How interesting, Sedrix had wanted to be a member, but never thought his skills worthy. Now he was stronger, he wanted to take the challenge.
Sedrix was disgusted at himself. The riot that broke loose a month ago was to his fault. He wanted a way to make it up to the Hiricines, the Varronites are out of order, doing anything to cause a fight, rather than subdue it. They say they just want to fit in, and stay out of trouble, Sedrix knew it was bollocks. From personal experience and observations, it made him sick.
The only word that sprung to mind was admiration. Ein impressed him. A fellow Varronite, now a pillar, and so against the violence the Varronites cause. Sedrix felt the same way, just did not have the voice, or the command. Sedrix leant up from the wall in which he leant, now towering above the other gathered students, one of which making his way towards Ein. He knew not much of the student, but over observations his name appeared as 'Alkaiser'. He watched as he attempted to talk to Ein. Speaking of fate, how pitiful.
Ein stirred it into a more civilised, and intellectual conversation. Sedrix began to move between students, uttering an 'Excuse me' under his breath every now and then. HE shuffled through the crowds, his size making it difficult, thought it gave chance to 'overhear' more of the conversation between Ein, and Alkaiser.
After the long winded conversation on the gratitude of power, and the importance of this strive, it appears Alkaiser was accepted. Good for him and all, Sedrix only hoped similar. Although, Sedrix has a firm belief in not fighting, unless for good enough reason. Proving himself as a fighter may be difficult, if not impossible. If someone was in mortal danger, or if the Varronites were becoming more and more violent, Sedrix would fight, without a hesitation.
He would go for it anyway, hopefully this slight weakness would be more a show of character, and honour, than vulnerability, but there to hope, and to fact. It was a weakness, and vulnerability. He sighed, and approached the two, towering over them both. Not many words were necessary, except the obvious.
"Ein, my name is Sedrix." He outstretched one of his enormous paws for a handshake steadily, not sure if he would receive. Tests of power often don’t.
The boy, Alkaiser, was still stood next to him, and cleared his throat in impatience. Sedrix had forgotten his manners. He turned and faced him, his fire red hair swept back in a few inch spikes. Interesting enough indeed. He said to him quietly, and politely "My Apologies, Alkaiser. I am Sedrix." He looked at him for a few moments. "A pleasure I am sure." He ended, smiling slightly, then turning back to Ein.
Alkaiser spoke next. "So how would you like me to begin the trial?". A fine question indeed. It may also apply to Sedrix, but that was yet to be foretold. He backed away slightly, allowing Ein and Alkaiser to finish their conversation. Sedrix had indeed forgotten his manners. How shameful. He watched with quiet intent, and dignity. "Rescue a hostage? Stop a terrorist gang leader?" Alkaiser continued.
Sedrix said not a word, but in his mind thought these would be a little extreme. He continued in silence, not making much movement, his arms folded, and his head back. "Perhaps rid you of an annoyance of some sort?" Sedrix thought this may be a more ideal test, although it did not seem in the 'giant' motives to simply threaten, or silence any minor annoyances. He thought this to himself for a second, then just waited for Ein to reply.
'If such a test is necessary.' Sedrix thought to himself, 'This may make circumstances difficult...'. No matter of the gang, he would still go with his moral reasoning of only starting a fight if he thought duel necessary. He would not be taken in by idle threats, or insults. He would only fight for good, for protection, and to decrease the madness that is this school.
"Strength is relative, Genaht recruits exclusively for strength of mind. You could have any attribute of the body in godly proportions, without the use of the mind it is worthless. Your trial will come when it will." Sedrix listened, without a word, allowing Alkaiser to finish his conversation with Ein. After this short statement, Ein’s focus turned onto Sedrix, as he shook his hand firmly.
'A good handshake...' Sedrix thought. He knew for fact a good handshake was a good sign of character, although he did not know too much, so did not press it. "You approach with a name, but without stating reason. You come forward and I wonder what thoughts stir within your skull. Speak to me so I might know more." As prophecies as this was iterated, Sedrix understood, he questioned motives.
"How to explain..." Sedrix thought, pushing away his bangs to reveal his deep blue eyes. "I came to this school, i am a Varronite. Everyone said to stay out of trouble, so that’s what i did. I did not fight, for months. I would take beatings, with no notice. Although, it seemed some of my comrades did not do as such. They started fights. My idiotic brain takes in too much rage, and betrayal, that i ended up attacking several Hiricine students, leading to the cause of the riot."
He hoped his honesty would act as an incentive rather than a burden. He did start the riot, but he also felt great regret, and did not want to do it again. "I feel i owe something to the community, i want to help." Sedrix continued after a small pause. "I want to help this school become a community, a unit. Whether this means fighting or not, i want to try." He ended, his voice becoming ever more quieter towards the end of his statement.
He could only really hope that Ein did not take his statement the wrong way, and that he realised Sedrix did honestly want to help. Though he caused the riot, he is here to set things right. That’s as simple as it can be boiled down too.
Genaht Activity
He was late. A text had reached his phone from somebody he had not met before. The caller I.D simply stated anomonous. The message shocked him. He had long before joined the genaht, thought Ein's speech at the cafeteria some time ago. He had not been deeply involved recently however. Everything else in his life seemed to take the higher priority. As he read the text he was reminded of his expected loyalty to the gang, and was ashamed. He wanted to make a difference in this school, or at least help others that shared the ambition.
He was sat in the music rooms, playing his bass quietly, when his pocket vibrated. He read the text, and his heart sank. He immediately placed his bass back in it's hard case, and the cupboard in turn, and headed out. How can their gang be related to something so vile? He assumed it was a simple 'Chinese whisper' effect, but he had to be sure, and either way, the idle, eradiated rumour would cause uproar in itself. He moved swiftly. The teacher was used to him moving between rooms, so no suspicion would be aroused until he was far enough away for it to make no difference if it was.
He moved to the meeting point, across the hallway of lockers. Already he could see a crowd of people. Sedrix had to duck at the low roof on the doors. He moved just outside the crowd, and looked over the array of heads to see Connor and Ein stood in the middle. Connor hesitated at the sight of Ein's sewn lips. The 'rumours' turned to fact. "No way.." Sedrix said quietly, out of earshot to most. He saw a few more people he recognised.
Kyousuke knocked him out of the last tournament, he met Bruce Gills on his first day, and he joined Genaht at the same time as Steve. There were many more, of which Sedrix had only heard of. Eins arms began to rise slowly. The effect almost paralyses all around him, there is a silent breath, as Sedrix readies himself. The game started.
Fighting Style He uses three forms of kung fu. He started group judo classes, which were not very personal, but taught him basic techniques. He gained a master of tae kwon do, and is very advanced at it now. This style took advantage of his strong and swift kicks. When he moved to America, he found another master, this time of the quick, powerful and incredibly athletic kickboxing. This boosted his physical health, strength, and made him quite the fighter. His style is a mix of these, using kicks primarily, and focusing on power over speed.
Strengths: Kicks. His kicks are swift and strong. His size also allows them to be long ranged, and powerful in terms of momentum. He also has an extremely large endurance; he can take a lot of pain before passing out, an almost inhuman amount. He tries to focus more on power than speed, making whatever administering attacks critical.
Weaknesses: He is quite slow. He is likely to be hit an awful lot, thankfully his endurance counters this. Also his lack of punches makes attackers rare, rather than frequent, giving his opponent an advantage. This is a problem if the particular enemy is powerful, for he may not be able to block well, giving some serious damage.
Age: 16
Nationality: English
Height: 6'11"
Weight: 210lbs
Hair: Blonde hair, down to his cheek, that is worn with gel, in downward spikes. (Avatar hint)
Eye Colour: Royal blue, very solid, eccentric colour
Build: buff. His thigh and calf muscles are particularly thick, considering his fighting style, and his arms are very muscular as well. His shoulders are slouched, and his posture is lazy, rather than proud.
Habits: Tends to crackle his knuckles a lot when he is bored.
Personality: Quality English. He is a quiet, lonesome person, who is sometimes seen as cold. It takes a particularly special relationship to see Sedrix’s true, hearty, and warm personality.
Appearance: Exceedingly tall, so his clothing range is limited. He likes to wear loose fitting, baggy clothing, jeans, and T shirts. He likes his dark blue shades, and always wears his gold Rolex (see history), and snowboard pendant. In the winter, he prefers the skater/snowboarder look. Dark colours, hoodies, and jeans. The only hat he has is a boarder style cap. On the wrist his Rolex isn't kept, he has a large amount of bracelets, and assorted wristbands.
Hobbies: He is a grade eight bassist, and guitarist. He loves the bass guitar, especially when played with a funk feel, after his hero, Mark King. The only two priorities before playing bass are school, and socializing. Whenever he is not doing either of these, he is playing bass. He also plays piano and drums on the side, but not as much. Finally he is a keen snowboarder.
Extra Curricular: Grade eight bassist and guitarist, as said. Being as lazy as Sedrix, he does not do much extra curricular.
History: (ooc: right, here we go...)
Before Varron
Sedrix's was born in a small house in central London. He was an only child, because their family could not afford. Don't get me wrong, they are not poor in the slightest; they just don't have enough for another child. Sedrix's parents were called Paul, and Susan. Paul, the father, worked long shifts as an ICT designer. Sedrix had always looked up to him.
His mother, Susan, worked a part time Job, as a secretary at a large corporation in central London. She tries not to work to long, so she can spend time with Sedrix. She was very loving, but also irritatingly concerning. She would always make mountains out of molehills if it included Sedrix. Sedrix loved her all the same though.
When Sedrix entered secondary school at the age of 12, he met another year seven called James. They were put in the same form, and sat next to each other. James had short brown hair that was stuck up in spikes. He was a guitarist, all better news for Sedrix. They became best friends when they performed at a music lesson. They were both grade five's by year eight, and played 'Under the Bridge' by Red Hot Chilli Peppers. It was a fond memory in Sedrix's life.
Something tragic happened to James. His mother passed away, from a London mobster’s gang. James’ family was underprivileged, and lived in east London, known for gang warfare. James was in a state of depression for five months, he was very close with his mother. It was approaching James 14th birthday when he turned back to his old, jolly self. It was good to have him back. However, he also revealed that he had been taking Judo classes. Sedrix was worried he might go for revenge; his aggravation was growing as well. Of course, it was only a worry, and there was no solid evidence. But day by day, James grew…different, Sedrix was beginning to get anxious. Sedrix joined James’ judo class, and also a tae kwon do class, because that took advantage of his stronger legs and kicks.
James was upset about his 14th birthday, and how his mother would not be there for it. Sedrix promised he would come over to see him. He did each year, and it almost turned into tradition. James cheered up, and Sedrix kept his promise. They saw each other the night of his 14th, another fond memory in his life, although these times would not last long.
Two months past when James did not appear for school. Sedrix knew there must be something wrong, he did not act on it at first, thinking it could just be an illness, but he began getting suspicious. When he texted him, at first he replied, saying not to worry, and it was just a bad flu, but eventually, he almost disappeared. Sedrix went to his house, no one was home. His dad was at work. The door was unlocked; he entered slowly, to see if he could find anything. His phone went off in his pocket, with a text from James, which was just 6 letters, it was a postcode. He moved swiftly for the door, and headed for that location, he turned, and saw shadows of a group, all gathered. Sedrix knew it was James in the middle of them, he went further, and it was confirmed. Two gang members held James’ arms back, and blood was draining from his nose and mouth. Sedrix ran at them.
The noises and rambling cheers of gang member’s hid Sedrix's approach. Sedrix swung for the attacker, hitting him back onto the floor, a few metres back. Sedrix had no idea of his own strength, he had never fought, but he did muscle build often. James yelled for him to run, then was knocked out by a second attacker, Sedrix's pupils narrowed as his anger grew. He kneed the second sharply in the chest, winded him. Then gave him a strong uppercut, sending him flying into the wall opposite, two gang members held Sedrix's arm, and one attacked him.
He felt the iron knuckles hit against his chest, yet he felt no pain, He wondered what was happening, it was like he couldn't feel pain, He knew this was damaging him; it was as if his emotions were acting as a barricade... The second knuckle hit, he could feel it, and he bent down a little, although it still did not do as much damage as it should. Sedrix's heart was racing, all his muscles were tensed. The attacker kept punching, and was in distress at Sedrix's lack of flinching, or any signs of pain whatsoever. The chants quietened, as Sedrix threw one of his arms into the attacker, sending one of the restraining gang members into the attacker. He then punched the last remaining restrainers. Most of the gang were floored, and the rest were backing off, and running away, yelling "Freak.". Sedrix didn't care; he just went to help James. He wasn't breathing...
Sedrix turned over his cold body, and saw a knife in his stomach. He cried in distress, and screamed for help, it was to late... He looked to the side, and saw someone run around the corner. Sedrix stood, and sprinted after him. His legs were long enough to catch up pretty quick, though this time his steps could be heard. The murderer, turned, and lunged into Sedrix. Sedrix kicked him back, hard. He moved forward and picked him up by the collar, proceeding to beat the life out of him, striking his stomach and skull repeatedly.
Suddenly, Sedrix fell to his knees, he looked down, and saw a pierce wound in his belly. He lurched, and groaned, the pain now overwhelming. He dropped the criminal, who scrambled away. "I've seen your face! You can't hide from me!" He yelled desperately, blood spewing from his mouth, "BASTARD!" He yells, as the criminal dashes round the corner. A few pedestrians walked towards him as he blacked out...
He awoke in a hospital, his parents around him. His Father standing proud at his bravery, his Mother fussing about his bandages to a nurse. Sedrix stood up, His father tried to stop him, he shoved him out the way, muttering, "James.... revenge.... that bastaa~" He passed out again.
It took him two months to recover, by which point, he was on the street again, hunting down James' killer. The killer was young, not a year older than Sedrix himself. With jet black hair, he asked, or rather interrogated gang members ferociously. He kept getting nothing, winding up dry, when he finally found someone, who said he had been transferred to a different school, for violence. "Where?" Sedrix asked, slamming him into a wall.
"Varron Academy…"
There was only one way to get there. He started riots at his school. Showed violence against students and teachers alike, even burned down a classroom. His father managed to work out what he was trying to do, his mother just looked at him pitifully, and questioned him constantly. Neither of them wanted Sedrix to go, but his Father understood. Sedrix loved them so much, he scratched their names into his rolex, to show them how much he loved them.
Varron Academy
Dank, cold, He could only describe the night-ridden school with these words. His eyes glanced around fiercely, he had been looking for too long, expecting too much. Did he really think that the yob he interrogated would tell him the truth? Is he indeed to trustworthy, particularly of people he did not know? It was a chance he was willing to take, he wanted revenge. The school seemed almost deserted; a light breeze fell across his furrowed brow. His anger was building, and had been since he first came to this god’s forsaken place.
Something caught his eye, a student, and loitering student. He had broad shoulders, and looked familiar. Sedrix found him at last. He shoved him into the middle of the playground, already a crowd started to gather. It had been a year. Sedrix was approaching 16 now. "Remember me?" Sedrix smirked, the kid said nothing, just shook his head fearfully, "Bastard..." Sedrix said quietly. The kids face changed suddenly, into pure fear. Sedrix grabbed him, and threw him against the wall of the school, punching at him shortly afterwards. It missed, and he hit a large dent into the wall. The kid barged at his chest desperately, Sedrix barely moved. Kneeing him where it hurts, and pushing him to the floor.
It started to rain... "How Appropriate" Sedrix said aloud. Sedrix ran at him, and felt a blade in his arm. It hurt, a lot. The kid had a knife, and was madly stabbing at him. Sedrix was dodging desperately, the attacks were quick, and Sedrix was stabbed several times in non-lethal places. He got angry, and gripped the kid’s wrist, crushing it in his fist, breaking it. He took the knife from him, and just stabbed.
Blood poured over the playroom, and the kid went cold. Sedrix breathed heavily, looking at the both disgusted and shocked faces of former friends, and unknown students alike. He did not say a word; his eyes were open wide, looking at the sunken body with an expression of pure fear. His watch was blood glistened, and his arm had gone numb from blood loss, the entire colour from his face had disappeared without a trace. Sedrix turned around, and started to walk. The intimidated students parting like the red sea around him, the trickle of blood from his former enemy flowed beside him.
It was done, revenge was had, and he was not convicted. He changed his look to avoid being caught. He thanked his loner lifestyle, no one recognized him. Sedrix saw the blood on his hands, though it was not there. He feared he was going insane, he lay awake at night, when something happened...
He had a dream, in which he saw himself, but he was Gothic, with leather clothing, studs, red hair and eyes. Sedrix fought himself, desperately. When he awoke, he felt no evil, no malice, and no nothing. School became better, he began making friends, and he got back on top of his grades...
It was a great surprise when the firebombing took place, he did not know why, nor did he much care, all he knew was an almost terrorist gang, formed by a select group of Varronites, founded it. To see Varron academy goes up in flames was quite idealistic, it was worse than hell, now it is meeting hell.
Hircine High
"Why did this principal just take in all students from Varron,"
"What is this place?"
Sedrix was troubled, but glad he was still with people he knew. He decided to law low for a while, at least until he got settled. Though he could not stop his curiosity. The so-called ‘Pillar System’ was in place here. Curious, it seemed to be a system in which selective students could do whatever they want, to keep the principals sick feeling of ‘Peace’.
Maybe this was due to the arrival of his fellow classmates, to be labelled outsiders, but this was not his idea of ‘Peace’. He was reminded of a rather atheist quote, ‘If you want peace, you must prepare for war.’ Sedrix was sure this was true, as however ironic it was. Students and teachers alike school-widely hated the so-called ‘Varronites’. Sedrix had a great deal of trouble staying out of harms way. In a crowd of six footers he stood out like a sheep in a monkey cage. He did not fight back, he did not want to fight back. He knew Varronite leaders, Leon Loire for example, wanted to form a peaceful foundation, and it was for the better. Sedrix wanted to stay out of it completely.
The lack of discipline, and chaos in this school made it almost unliveable. He had to do something about it.
The Genaht
Sedrix sneered underneath the shadow of his tainted eyes. His head was bowed. He remembered Ein from Varron, a real showman, at least this is what first impression indicates. A bizarre chap, but Sedrix could see his malice ran deep. He did not know why. He listened to the speech on the reformation of the Genaht. How interesting, Sedrix had wanted to be a member, but never thought his skills worthy. Now he was stronger, he wanted to take the challenge.
Sedrix was disgusted at himself. The riot that broke loose a month ago was to his fault. He wanted a way to make it up to the Hiricines, the Varronites are out of order, doing anything to cause a fight, rather than subdue it. They say they just want to fit in, and stay out of trouble, Sedrix knew it was bollocks. From personal experience and observations, it made him sick.
The only word that sprung to mind was admiration. Ein impressed him. A fellow Varronite, now a pillar, and so against the violence the Varronites cause. Sedrix felt the same way, just did not have the voice, or the command. Sedrix leant up from the wall in which he leant, now towering above the other gathered students, one of which making his way towards Ein. He knew not much of the student, but over observations his name appeared as 'Alkaiser'. He watched as he attempted to talk to Ein. Speaking of fate, how pitiful.
Ein stirred it into a more civilised, and intellectual conversation. Sedrix began to move between students, uttering an 'Excuse me' under his breath every now and then. HE shuffled through the crowds, his size making it difficult, thought it gave chance to 'overhear' more of the conversation between Ein, and Alkaiser.
After the long winded conversation on the gratitude of power, and the importance of this strive, it appears Alkaiser was accepted. Good for him and all, Sedrix only hoped similar. Although, Sedrix has a firm belief in not fighting, unless for good enough reason. Proving himself as a fighter may be difficult, if not impossible. If someone was in mortal danger, or if the Varronites were becoming more and more violent, Sedrix would fight, without a hesitation.
He would go for it anyway, hopefully this slight weakness would be more a show of character, and honour, than vulnerability, but there to hope, and to fact. It was a weakness, and vulnerability. He sighed, and approached the two, towering over them both. Not many words were necessary, except the obvious.
"Ein, my name is Sedrix." He outstretched one of his enormous paws for a handshake steadily, not sure if he would receive. Tests of power often don’t.
The boy, Alkaiser, was still stood next to him, and cleared his throat in impatience. Sedrix had forgotten his manners. He turned and faced him, his fire red hair swept back in a few inch spikes. Interesting enough indeed. He said to him quietly, and politely "My Apologies, Alkaiser. I am Sedrix." He looked at him for a few moments. "A pleasure I am sure." He ended, smiling slightly, then turning back to Ein.
Alkaiser spoke next. "So how would you like me to begin the trial?". A fine question indeed. It may also apply to Sedrix, but that was yet to be foretold. He backed away slightly, allowing Ein and Alkaiser to finish their conversation. Sedrix had indeed forgotten his manners. How shameful. He watched with quiet intent, and dignity. "Rescue a hostage? Stop a terrorist gang leader?" Alkaiser continued.
Sedrix said not a word, but in his mind thought these would be a little extreme. He continued in silence, not making much movement, his arms folded, and his head back. "Perhaps rid you of an annoyance of some sort?" Sedrix thought this may be a more ideal test, although it did not seem in the 'giant' motives to simply threaten, or silence any minor annoyances. He thought this to himself for a second, then just waited for Ein to reply.
'If such a test is necessary.' Sedrix thought to himself, 'This may make circumstances difficult...'. No matter of the gang, he would still go with his moral reasoning of only starting a fight if he thought duel necessary. He would not be taken in by idle threats, or insults. He would only fight for good, for protection, and to decrease the madness that is this school.
"Strength is relative, Genaht recruits exclusively for strength of mind. You could have any attribute of the body in godly proportions, without the use of the mind it is worthless. Your trial will come when it will." Sedrix listened, without a word, allowing Alkaiser to finish his conversation with Ein. After this short statement, Ein’s focus turned onto Sedrix, as he shook his hand firmly.
'A good handshake...' Sedrix thought. He knew for fact a good handshake was a good sign of character, although he did not know too much, so did not press it. "You approach with a name, but without stating reason. You come forward and I wonder what thoughts stir within your skull. Speak to me so I might know more." As prophecies as this was iterated, Sedrix understood, he questioned motives.
"How to explain..." Sedrix thought, pushing away his bangs to reveal his deep blue eyes. "I came to this school, i am a Varronite. Everyone said to stay out of trouble, so that’s what i did. I did not fight, for months. I would take beatings, with no notice. Although, it seemed some of my comrades did not do as such. They started fights. My idiotic brain takes in too much rage, and betrayal, that i ended up attacking several Hiricine students, leading to the cause of the riot."
He hoped his honesty would act as an incentive rather than a burden. He did start the riot, but he also felt great regret, and did not want to do it again. "I feel i owe something to the community, i want to help." Sedrix continued after a small pause. "I want to help this school become a community, a unit. Whether this means fighting or not, i want to try." He ended, his voice becoming ever more quieter towards the end of his statement.
He could only really hope that Ein did not take his statement the wrong way, and that he realised Sedrix did honestly want to help. Though he caused the riot, he is here to set things right. That’s as simple as it can be boiled down too.
Genaht Activity
He was late. A text had reached his phone from somebody he had not met before. The caller I.D simply stated anomonous. The message shocked him. He had long before joined the genaht, thought Ein's speech at the cafeteria some time ago. He had not been deeply involved recently however. Everything else in his life seemed to take the higher priority. As he read the text he was reminded of his expected loyalty to the gang, and was ashamed. He wanted to make a difference in this school, or at least help others that shared the ambition.
He was sat in the music rooms, playing his bass quietly, when his pocket vibrated. He read the text, and his heart sank. He immediately placed his bass back in it's hard case, and the cupboard in turn, and headed out. How can their gang be related to something so vile? He assumed it was a simple 'Chinese whisper' effect, but he had to be sure, and either way, the idle, eradiated rumour would cause uproar in itself. He moved swiftly. The teacher was used to him moving between rooms, so no suspicion would be aroused until he was far enough away for it to make no difference if it was.
He moved to the meeting point, across the hallway of lockers. Already he could see a crowd of people. Sedrix had to duck at the low roof on the doors. He moved just outside the crowd, and looked over the array of heads to see Connor and Ein stood in the middle. Connor hesitated at the sight of Ein's sewn lips. The 'rumours' turned to fact. "No way.." Sedrix said quietly, out of earshot to most. He saw a few more people he recognised.
Kyousuke knocked him out of the last tournament, he met Bruce Gills on his first day, and he joined Genaht at the same time as Steve. There were many more, of which Sedrix had only heard of. Eins arms began to rise slowly. The effect almost paralyses all around him, there is a silent breath, as Sedrix readies himself. The game started.
Fighting Style He uses three forms of kung fu. He started group judo classes, which were not very personal, but taught him basic techniques. He gained a master of tae kwon do, and is very advanced at it now. This style took advantage of his strong and swift kicks. When he moved to America, he found another master, this time of the quick, powerful and incredibly athletic kickboxing. This boosted his physical health, strength, and made him quite the fighter. His style is a mix of these, using kicks primarily, and focusing on power over speed.
Strengths: Kicks. His kicks are swift and strong. His size also allows them to be long ranged, and powerful in terms of momentum. He also has an extremely large endurance; he can take a lot of pain before passing out, an almost inhuman amount. He tries to focus more on power than speed, making whatever administering attacks critical.
Weaknesses: He is quite slow. He is likely to be hit an awful lot, thankfully his endurance counters this. Also his lack of punches makes attackers rare, rather than frequent, giving his opponent an advantage. This is a problem if the particular enemy is powerful, for he may not be able to block well, giving some serious damage.
