Description
G E N E R A L
Name: Mamoru
Age: 21
Birthday: Feb. 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11
Weight: 195 lbs.
Occupation: Server
B I O L O G I C A L
Species: #359 Absol
Type: Shiny
Ability: Super Luck
Moveset: Sword Dance, Superpower, Iron Tail, Role Play
Strengths:
-Strong
-Nimble
-Intuitive
Weaknesses:
-Sucker for Children
-Hardheaded
-Introverted
P E R S O N A L
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Likes:
-Tea
-Sweets
-Protecting others
Dislikes:
-Disaster
-Bitter foods
-Cruel People
Personality: Polite / Kind / Stubborn / Mistrusting / Hardworking / Cautious / Loyal / Overprotective / Anxious / Alert
History:
One chilly February morning, Mamoru was born to a happy coal mining couple up in the mountains near a village. Honestly, his parents were surprised at his appearance, and knew that he wouldn’t be immediately accepted by society, but didn’t shelter him there in the forest they called their home and his mother, having been educated well enough, homeschooled him.
As a child, anytime Mamoru would come to visit the village with his father for work on some rare occasion, and they were treated fairly alright, although, there would sometimes be expressions of fear on their faces and constant stares. On his own though, Mamoru would be avoided, and bullied by other children. Returning from those same lone trips, he’d be covered in cuts and bruises, and when his mother would ask how he got them, he wouldn’t answer. It was then that there were times when Mamoru would simply stop going to the village altogether, and skip rocks along the water of a nearby lake. His father, seeing his son in such an upset state, found and spoke to him, telling him that the people would probably never understand them, but that he should never reflect such bitterness back to them.
“But why!? They treat us-ME-like we’re freaks! Why do you care so much! Why should we be nice!?
“They feel that we may bring disaster.”
“But why, when we don’t!?”
“Fear isn’t so easy to shoo away. This is why you are to be kind to them. Show them that peace is all we want and they might understand.”
Mamoru didn’t quite understand what his father meant by that, but it was soon that he would. Years later, the village had actually began to accept the Absols, finding that their sense of disaster helped them plenty, and Mamoru was happy for this. His family was starting to be accepted little by little, and while some people still disrespected him for his appearance he kept his polite smile.
When Mamoru was 16, during the winter months, his mother had fallen ill, and had died a year after, with her last words to her beloved son:
“Stay Kind.”
Mamoru of course would respect her wish tearfully.
The next year, Mamoru was working in the coal mines with his father when he had a strange feeling. His father said he felt nothing, and Mamoru, thinking it was nothing himself, tried to ignore the feeling. Later that day, a thunderstorm suddenly hit the village, and a fire lit, spreading throughout. It was quite horrid, with several people dying, Mamoru’s father included.
Mamoru, realizing his mistake and utter failure, left the charred remaining village, and for the next several years of roaming, came upon Windfall Valley. He had learned that the place was a home for the gods, and tired of moving, decided to settle there, hoping that he might be able to right the wrongs of his past, and never ignore his intuition to protect others.
A D D I T I O N A L
Roleplay Information: How do you prefer to roleplay? Script? Lit? Chatrooms? Skype?
I can do both actually! Lit or Script is good with me! You can catch me plenty in the Chatroom and on skype my username is TokioBunny2022 (please mention who you are, I’m a dumb rabbit XD)
Additional Information:
-Has a mole under his left eye.
-Loves food. Not like, love.
-Can’t look people in the eye for too long.
-Is insecure due to his shiny appearance.
-He owns a kodachi that belonged to his grandfather.
-Can cook fairly well.
-His voice seiryuu is Mamoru Miyano (Tokiya Ichinose from Uta no Prince-Sama)
-Unknowing to him, one of the hairs of his head springs up, signaling something might go wrong.