Blippity bappity bop.

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[color=ed1c24][b]• Name:[/b][/color] Tian-Gui Jian
[color=ed1c24][b]• Age:[/b][/color] 18
[color=ed1c24][b]• Gender:[/b][/color] Male
[color=ed1c24][b]• Class:[/b][/color] Striker
[color=ed1c24][b]• Nationality:[/b][/color] Chinese
[color=ed1c24][b]• Appearance:[/b][/color] Tian-Gui stands at an impressive 6’3, the broadness of his shoulders augmented by his muscular build. He sports a light tan that serves to make his turquoise eyes stand out, and the Chinese youth prefers to keep his hair short, never longer than three inches in length. Though his angular face makes him appear more like the member of a boy band or whatever, his hands are heavily callused, and his body is filled with small scars from accidents on the fields.

[color=ed1c24][b]• Bio:[/b][/color] Born in the technological metropolis that was Shanhu, China, Tian-Gui probably would have lived a normal life if his single mother hadn’t died in a fire at her workplace when he was two years old. Thankfully, though emergency services weren’t competent enough to save her life, they were capable enough to locate his grandparents, who were more than happy to take in their late daughter’s son and raise him with the same affection she would have raised him with. And, just like that, Tian-Gui found himself relocated to the Japanese countryside, living with expat pensioners who had a cute little farm they toiled on to feed themselves.

He was raised wanting for nothing, and he was too young to remember his mother to begin with. His father was nothing more than a phantom in his genetics as well. His warmest memories were folding dumplings with his grandma and learning how to prune persimmon trees with his grandpa. He enjoyed hearing stories about his mother in her youth, a brash child that wasn’t anywhere near as obedient and reliable as he was, and being one of the young people in a community filled with the elderly, Tian-Gui quickly began to pick up odd jobs in every which direction. One Monday, Sawamura might need help with shingling on his roof. Another Thursday, and Cho’d want him to help with relocating the jars of kimchi. Weekends were spent helping one neighbor or the next with their flea market or farmer’s market stalls, chatting with newcomers and regulars alike. And homeschooled as he was, Tian-Gui spent the rest of his free time studying, becoming the helpful and refreshing, if not slightly bland, human being he is now.

Tian-Gui probably would have lived a normal life if he hadn’t caught the eyes of a recruiter during the National Center Test in Neo Kyoto. Thankfully, though the offer was a surprise when it landed on his doorstep, it also wasn’t an unwelcome surprise either. He hadn’t managed to score a spot in the university of his choice, after all, and his grandparents did have some particularly inspiring anecdotes about how his ancestors played some role or the other during the Second Genesis, so, well…

There he is now, one of the oldest newbies to be admitted to 2nd Tactical Arts Academy.

[color=ed1c24][b]• Armament:[/b][/color] [url=http://i.imgur.com/YdgQrNU.png]Final Red[/url] is an armored suit that unravels from a red amulet worn by the wielder, transforming Tian-Gui into an imposing 7’3 behemoth clad in scarlet and gold plates, with a white mane stretching out from the back and pauldrons fashioned in the likeness of lions. The entire armor set is designed to be highly resistant to all forms of damage, but is especially resistant towards energy attacks, capable of absorbing them, storing them up within the suit, and then unleashing them as jets of flame. Final Red also works as a bludgeoning weapon in general, the additional mass added to a body making a Striker’s punches and kicks even more destructive than normal.

[color=ed1c24][b]• Psychic Drive:[/b][/color] Tian-Gui is able to create temporary psychic constructions made of a material he calls ‘Flamestone’, largely due to the fact that it sounds cool. Golden in hue and crystalline in property, he can use this to augment his defenses and quickly make a variety of simple structures or objects, from medieval weapons for smacking people with to walls and pillars that others can take cover behind to coffins meant for locking enemies inside of. Though these constructions must originate from himself, they can reach out to a fair distance and do not need to stay in contact with him afterwards. Unless he wills an early destruction or constantly repairs it, Tian-Gui’s Flamestone structures last around five minutes.

[color=ed1c24][b]• Extra:[/b][/color] Tian-Gui is practically immune to spicy foods, and has impressed quite a few restaurants with how much he could put away in his stomach…at least until they banned him afterwards.
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[b]“Wew, that’s a big one.”[/b]

Neo-Kyoto, for the old-school charm that reconstructionists tried to preserve or replicate, was still the new capital of Japan, after all, and amidst buildings that looked like they came out of a photograph two centuries ago were towering feats of architecture that frankly made no sense. Wasn’t it a hazard to have what amounted to a massive axe-head shaped building suspended in the air only by a bunch of thin-looking pillars? Having stepped out of an old-timey train station to see this clashing sight, Tian-Gui couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side, his phone flipping open to take a couple shops of the contrasting cityscape. Some streets were cobblestones, others were smooth pavement. Rickshaws drew foreigners down to streets were young girls with painted faces trained to be patrons of a centuries old tradition, while right beside them, a nuclear-powered convertible with AI-drive assist transported a slick-looking business dude down to the ritzy downtown core, his muffler roaring in a way that made it indisputable some modifications were made.

Tian-Gui narrowed his eyes. Farm vehicles could be noisy sometimes, but this was on a whole other level of inconsiderate.

But nuclear-powered convertibles produced in Italy with a horsepower of twenty bajillion were what they were, and he definitely wouldn’t be able to catch up to that dude and give him a piece of his mind either, so with a shrug and a half-apologetic, half-empathetic smile at the frazzled maikos on the side of the road, the broad-shouldered youth went on. For all his grievances about the apathy of big city folk, he was still trying to become one of them, after all, and if the upcoming Center Exam went well…that eight figure salary in the food sciences field might not be such a dream after all! First Neo-Kyodai, then the rest of his life. Marry young with the financial stability granted by his career, get two cute kids for his grandparents to dote over, and then live a happy and fulfilling life as someone who makes sure everyone else eats better.

He clenched his fist, tightened the straps of his backpack, and picked up his pace, heading towards that grand and architecturally unstable building off in the distance. His future was calling!

…

His future, it seemed, also had other plans.[/hider][/hider]