Post by Neuro Vladimirovich Faustin on Sept 15, 2008 15:50:25 GMT 1
Name: Neuro Vladimirovich Faustin
Nationality: Japanese/Russian
Age: 16
Weight: 270 lbs
Height: 7'0''
Eye colour: Green with a black ring around each pupil. (A birth defect that does not affect his sight)
Hair: Between short and medium in length. Naturally blond, he dies his fringe and bangs purple.
Appearance:
Neuro is a ghastly tall boy of 7 foot nothing, and as such, tends to stand out in crowds. He dies his fringe and bangs purple for reasons he's always refused to disclose, and he his eyes carry a very distinct birth defect leaving the appearance of a black ring around each pupil. He takes great pride in his attire, and often wears a navy blue suit with a white shirt, and a silk scarf in place of a tie. He accompanies this with a pair of black leather shoes with an elevated heel (giving him a boost to 7'1'' when wearing them) and black cotton gloves.
Another distinct feature is his use of small yellow triangles. These serve as the buttons on his clothing, and as small 'beads' on the tips of his hair, giving him his distinct hairstyle.
Body:
Tall and lanky are the two best words to describe Neuro. Whilst wearing his usual attire, he appears to be quite skinny, but underneath his cloths are well toned muscles. Due to his size, he has decent strength, though it's not his crowning feature.
Habits:
He has a very strange habit for seeking high places. Tree's, brick walls, rafters... If he's out to relax, you'd usually need to look up to find him. He also habitually shuffles decks of cards when he's thinking about something.
Personality:
Twisted. Quite simply, he enjoys the pain and anguish of others, and is usually looking for a way to either cause some, or savour someone else's handiwork. Though he is often fairly discrete about this, sometimes managing to cause havoc so indirectly that no one is ever sure if he was involved or not. He seems nice enough on the surface. Smiling and sharing what appear to be deep and meaningful friendships. But it's something of a façade. Keeping up appearances. He craves no real human companionship, and will turn on those who are thought to be his closest friends and/or followers at the slightest provocation (occasionally simply because he's bored). Due to his love of suffering, he can often be found watching fighting tournaments and contests, in the hopes that one of the two fighters is seriously injured.
Hobbies:
He collects various decks of playing cards from across the glob. He mastered many different types of shuffling techniques, and as such, is quite good with sleight of hand, and will occasionally do simple card tricks. Strangely enough, he doesn't actually know how to play any card games, nor does he wish to learn.
History:
Born to a Japanese woman and a Russian man, Neuros birthplace was New York city New York. This was a strategic birth by his father, who wished him to gain permanent citizenship of America by being born there. He lived the first year of his life there, before being taken back to Russia by his parents. He was raised in a strict environment, always being drilled on both his English and his Japanese by his father, who wanted him to be completely fluent in all 3 languages. If ever he asked why, his father would tell him that being Tri-lingual would allow him to get the most out of his future, being able to do business with 3 completely different nationalities. Even as a child, his father would force him to keep himself a composed, upstanding citizen. If he cried from a scraped knee, he would be scolded.
Slowly, over time his feelings became suppressed. Nothing was ever enough to affect him... He felt no joy, no sadness, no anger... It was as though the vibrant taste of life had been turned bland and stale. His father was pleased by this outcome, telling him that all he should ever focus on were his studies and his future. And like a good son, he obeyed.
This would carry on for most of his childhood, until one day, when he was 13, he was out hiking through the snow, when he happened upon a scene he had not experienced before. A wolf lay wounded from a fight on the cold wet snow. Still alive, it growled quietly at him a moment, but seemed to lose the strength to do so very quickly. Neuro was stopped in his tracks by the scene. He slowly made his way towards the wolf, ignoring it's attempts to look menacing. By the time he reached the injured beast, he could see that it's belly had been ripped open, and it was going to die very very soon. He was fascinated by this... For the first time in a long time. He felt an emotion... However, since it had been so long, whatever emotion that was would never be known, as it was so very quickly replaced by a feeling of wonderment and excitement. Mistaking this feeling for being the one he felt for the wolf, he took out his knife, and began to poke around the open wound. Each touch caused the creature to yelp in pain, but Neuro's excitement only grew from the reaction. Pain... It took so little effort on his part to cause such a vivid reaction from another creature... To his dismay, the wolf died, and he was left alone again. His elated senses began to dull once more. He did not like this... He wanted to be excited again... And he thought he might just know how to do it...
Even at the age of 13, he was very tall for his age. A full head or so taller than his class mates. They used to tease him about it, but he had never seemed bothered by it, and so they eventually gave up. This would not do, he decided... He found the smallest and weakest of the school bullies, and shoved him down a flight of stairs, causing the boy to be hospitalised. He swore it was an accident, and even cried to his teachers, begging them to tell him the boy would be alright... But he knew what he was setting in motion. The other bullies would target him now. They'd use the situation as leverage to finally get something out of him... And this was exactly what he wanted.
One day after school, Neuro had intentionally lingered after the bell, talking to a teacher about the maths homework he had been assigned. When he left, he left by the back door of the school, out onto the oval, as he had done the previous week in anticipation. No teachers would be present, and the bullies predictably ambushed him. They encircled him, and started to demand that he pay them tribute for their poor friend. He acted scared and begged them not to take his hard earned money. The biggest of the group stepped forward at the leaders command, and grabbed Neuro by his collar. He brought his face close to the boys by yanking the tall Neuro down to his own height. And that... Is when everything turned south for the boys...
Neuro thrust his forehead down hard as he was pulled down, smashing the large boy's nose, and crushing the cartilage into the wound. He thrust Neuro away, grabbing his face and screaming in pain. Neuro grinned a disturbing grin. Before the others could act, he dashed towards the leader, and planted a knee squarely under his chin, breaking his at the time relaxed jaw, and sending him crashing to the ground. The others saw this and a look of horror crossed their faces. They turned tail and ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Neuro's grin grew wider as he turned back to the leader, and kicked him brutally in the ribs, snapping one clean off and fracturing two others. He stomped on the boy's chest, and as he did, he began to laugh. All these new sensations. The feeling of power over those he had conquered... The sound of their cries. The smell of the blood... He crouched by the leader and glared in glee at his twisted face. He reached out and grabbed the boys limp jaw, and yanked it from side to side, forcing a scream of agony out of him.
It took all of his father's contacts and influence to keep Neuro's name out of the newspapers. The boy whose nose he had smashed was recovering as well as could be expected... But the other boy had undergone numerous dangerous operations before dying on the operating table. His father expected this outcome, and so he chartered a private plane under cover of night to take Neuro to the United States, where he would attend school until his father had managed to get his name off the wanted list in Russia. As he was born in America, this was not an issue.
He breezed through the rest of his schooling, finding the American system far more forgiving, and without his father drilling him, he was free to do what he wished in his spare time. He still held that taste for blood, but he knew that he would have trouble escaping again if he were to become wanted for murder in this country as well... He stayed quiet, keeping his lust for suffering under control for the time being. He used small animals as outlets for his blood-lust, and his ability to manipulate one person into starting a fight with another, so he could enjoy the scene as an impartial onlooker.
He spent the first two years of his high school life in New York, but grew tired of the school there. The students were all so focused on their studies, they seldom got into fights, and even the corporal punishment system was not as prevalent there. And so he did a search, looking for the most dangerous places he could find. Until he came across a trail. A school called Varron that no longer existed... But all of it's students were transferred to another city... San Francisco... A new school called Hircine had taken the students in, and though there had been altercations with the headmaster Mr. McMillan... He seemed to no longer be in charge... A new land of opportunity... This is how Neuro saw this place... Somewhere he could go to really soak up some good quality human suffering... And so the plans were set. He moved to San Francisco, and enrolled in Hircine High... And with him, he brings a new chapter of troubles for the students to face...
Fighting Style:
Neuro has no specific style per-se. When he does fight, he usually utilises a series of joint locks and other techniques that use his opponents own force against them. He can also deliver some fairly devastating kicks, as his long limbs bring an almost whip-like action to his roundhouse. He learned through watching various tournaments and replicating them on street thugs for his own amusement. Though he usually prefers to destroy people mentally, he can hold his own if need be. On top of being a sadist, Neuro is also a masochist, and so takes more punishment than your average fighter of his stature.
Strengths:
He has an surprisingly strong grip, capable of crushing the weaker bones in a man's body (such as those found in a man's hand) with some effort, which he keeps up by utilizing small grip exercise tools. He is able to run extremely fast due to his long legs making his running strides almost twice that of an average sized student, plus the fact that he keeps himself very fit to make up for his lack of fighting training. In a fight, he can utilize his long reach to deal blows while staying out of range of counter attacks.
Weaknesses:
He has no formal combat training, and as such, is at a disadvantage in most fights. His height is also a downside, in that it impedes his potential speed somewhat, and without the muscle to go with his height, he's not a heavy hitter either. He relies on superior strategy and reach to win conflicts. He's also at a disadvantage in small spaces, though he can still rely on joint locks.
Nationality: Japanese/Russian
Age: 16
Weight: 270 lbs
Height: 7'0''
Eye colour: Green with a black ring around each pupil. (A birth defect that does not affect his sight)
Hair: Between short and medium in length. Naturally blond, he dies his fringe and bangs purple.
Appearance:
Neuro is a ghastly tall boy of 7 foot nothing, and as such, tends to stand out in crowds. He dies his fringe and bangs purple for reasons he's always refused to disclose, and he his eyes carry a very distinct birth defect leaving the appearance of a black ring around each pupil. He takes great pride in his attire, and often wears a navy blue suit with a white shirt, and a silk scarf in place of a tie. He accompanies this with a pair of black leather shoes with an elevated heel (giving him a boost to 7'1'' when wearing them) and black cotton gloves.
Another distinct feature is his use of small yellow triangles. These serve as the buttons on his clothing, and as small 'beads' on the tips of his hair, giving him his distinct hairstyle.
Body:
Tall and lanky are the two best words to describe Neuro. Whilst wearing his usual attire, he appears to be quite skinny, but underneath his cloths are well toned muscles. Due to his size, he has decent strength, though it's not his crowning feature.
Habits:
He has a very strange habit for seeking high places. Tree's, brick walls, rafters... If he's out to relax, you'd usually need to look up to find him. He also habitually shuffles decks of cards when he's thinking about something.
Personality:
Twisted. Quite simply, he enjoys the pain and anguish of others, and is usually looking for a way to either cause some, or savour someone else's handiwork. Though he is often fairly discrete about this, sometimes managing to cause havoc so indirectly that no one is ever sure if he was involved or not. He seems nice enough on the surface. Smiling and sharing what appear to be deep and meaningful friendships. But it's something of a façade. Keeping up appearances. He craves no real human companionship, and will turn on those who are thought to be his closest friends and/or followers at the slightest provocation (occasionally simply because he's bored). Due to his love of suffering, he can often be found watching fighting tournaments and contests, in the hopes that one of the two fighters is seriously injured.
Hobbies:
He collects various decks of playing cards from across the glob. He mastered many different types of shuffling techniques, and as such, is quite good with sleight of hand, and will occasionally do simple card tricks. Strangely enough, he doesn't actually know how to play any card games, nor does he wish to learn.
History:
Born to a Japanese woman and a Russian man, Neuros birthplace was New York city New York. This was a strategic birth by his father, who wished him to gain permanent citizenship of America by being born there. He lived the first year of his life there, before being taken back to Russia by his parents. He was raised in a strict environment, always being drilled on both his English and his Japanese by his father, who wanted him to be completely fluent in all 3 languages. If ever he asked why, his father would tell him that being Tri-lingual would allow him to get the most out of his future, being able to do business with 3 completely different nationalities. Even as a child, his father would force him to keep himself a composed, upstanding citizen. If he cried from a scraped knee, he would be scolded.
Slowly, over time his feelings became suppressed. Nothing was ever enough to affect him... He felt no joy, no sadness, no anger... It was as though the vibrant taste of life had been turned bland and stale. His father was pleased by this outcome, telling him that all he should ever focus on were his studies and his future. And like a good son, he obeyed.
This would carry on for most of his childhood, until one day, when he was 13, he was out hiking through the snow, when he happened upon a scene he had not experienced before. A wolf lay wounded from a fight on the cold wet snow. Still alive, it growled quietly at him a moment, but seemed to lose the strength to do so very quickly. Neuro was stopped in his tracks by the scene. He slowly made his way towards the wolf, ignoring it's attempts to look menacing. By the time he reached the injured beast, he could see that it's belly had been ripped open, and it was going to die very very soon. He was fascinated by this... For the first time in a long time. He felt an emotion... However, since it had been so long, whatever emotion that was would never be known, as it was so very quickly replaced by a feeling of wonderment and excitement. Mistaking this feeling for being the one he felt for the wolf, he took out his knife, and began to poke around the open wound. Each touch caused the creature to yelp in pain, but Neuro's excitement only grew from the reaction. Pain... It took so little effort on his part to cause such a vivid reaction from another creature... To his dismay, the wolf died, and he was left alone again. His elated senses began to dull once more. He did not like this... He wanted to be excited again... And he thought he might just know how to do it...
Even at the age of 13, he was very tall for his age. A full head or so taller than his class mates. They used to tease him about it, but he had never seemed bothered by it, and so they eventually gave up. This would not do, he decided... He found the smallest and weakest of the school bullies, and shoved him down a flight of stairs, causing the boy to be hospitalised. He swore it was an accident, and even cried to his teachers, begging them to tell him the boy would be alright... But he knew what he was setting in motion. The other bullies would target him now. They'd use the situation as leverage to finally get something out of him... And this was exactly what he wanted.
One day after school, Neuro had intentionally lingered after the bell, talking to a teacher about the maths homework he had been assigned. When he left, he left by the back door of the school, out onto the oval, as he had done the previous week in anticipation. No teachers would be present, and the bullies predictably ambushed him. They encircled him, and started to demand that he pay them tribute for their poor friend. He acted scared and begged them not to take his hard earned money. The biggest of the group stepped forward at the leaders command, and grabbed Neuro by his collar. He brought his face close to the boys by yanking the tall Neuro down to his own height. And that... Is when everything turned south for the boys...
Neuro thrust his forehead down hard as he was pulled down, smashing the large boy's nose, and crushing the cartilage into the wound. He thrust Neuro away, grabbing his face and screaming in pain. Neuro grinned a disturbing grin. Before the others could act, he dashed towards the leader, and planted a knee squarely under his chin, breaking his at the time relaxed jaw, and sending him crashing to the ground. The others saw this and a look of horror crossed their faces. They turned tail and ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Neuro's grin grew wider as he turned back to the leader, and kicked him brutally in the ribs, snapping one clean off and fracturing two others. He stomped on the boy's chest, and as he did, he began to laugh. All these new sensations. The feeling of power over those he had conquered... The sound of their cries. The smell of the blood... He crouched by the leader and glared in glee at his twisted face. He reached out and grabbed the boys limp jaw, and yanked it from side to side, forcing a scream of agony out of him.
It took all of his father's contacts and influence to keep Neuro's name out of the newspapers. The boy whose nose he had smashed was recovering as well as could be expected... But the other boy had undergone numerous dangerous operations before dying on the operating table. His father expected this outcome, and so he chartered a private plane under cover of night to take Neuro to the United States, where he would attend school until his father had managed to get his name off the wanted list in Russia. As he was born in America, this was not an issue.
He breezed through the rest of his schooling, finding the American system far more forgiving, and without his father drilling him, he was free to do what he wished in his spare time. He still held that taste for blood, but he knew that he would have trouble escaping again if he were to become wanted for murder in this country as well... He stayed quiet, keeping his lust for suffering under control for the time being. He used small animals as outlets for his blood-lust, and his ability to manipulate one person into starting a fight with another, so he could enjoy the scene as an impartial onlooker.
He spent the first two years of his high school life in New York, but grew tired of the school there. The students were all so focused on their studies, they seldom got into fights, and even the corporal punishment system was not as prevalent there. And so he did a search, looking for the most dangerous places he could find. Until he came across a trail. A school called Varron that no longer existed... But all of it's students were transferred to another city... San Francisco... A new school called Hircine had taken the students in, and though there had been altercations with the headmaster Mr. McMillan... He seemed to no longer be in charge... A new land of opportunity... This is how Neuro saw this place... Somewhere he could go to really soak up some good quality human suffering... And so the plans were set. He moved to San Francisco, and enrolled in Hircine High... And with him, he brings a new chapter of troubles for the students to face...
Fighting Style:
Neuro has no specific style per-se. When he does fight, he usually utilises a series of joint locks and other techniques that use his opponents own force against them. He can also deliver some fairly devastating kicks, as his long limbs bring an almost whip-like action to his roundhouse. He learned through watching various tournaments and replicating them on street thugs for his own amusement. Though he usually prefers to destroy people mentally, he can hold his own if need be. On top of being a sadist, Neuro is also a masochist, and so takes more punishment than your average fighter of his stature.
Strengths:
He has an surprisingly strong grip, capable of crushing the weaker bones in a man's body (such as those found in a man's hand) with some effort, which he keeps up by utilizing small grip exercise tools. He is able to run extremely fast due to his long legs making his running strides almost twice that of an average sized student, plus the fact that he keeps himself very fit to make up for his lack of fighting training. In a fight, he can utilize his long reach to deal blows while staying out of range of counter attacks.
Weaknesses:
He has no formal combat training, and as such, is at a disadvantage in most fights. His height is also a downside, in that it impedes his potential speed somewhat, and without the muscle to go with his height, he's not a heavy hitter either. He relies on superior strategy and reach to win conflicts. He's also at a disadvantage in small spaces, though he can still rely on joint locks.
