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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/G4fWnoO.png[/img][h2][b]O[/b]ribara S[b][/b]enjoushi[/h2]
[sub]18 y/o | Male | Trailblazer[/sub][/center]
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Well-built and 5’9, Oribara’s got an aggressive look to him, from his dynamically bold eyebrows to his blade-sharp tattoos. His complexion is a tanned olive, and his ears are pierced, filled with whatever metal accessories he feels like for the day. There is certainly an aesthetic that he prescribes towards, one that’s as visually loud as he’s verbally loud, and Oribara makes no attempt to hide his disdain for anything that cramps his style. Power Armor? PPEs? Weather-appropriate clothing? Fine suits? Fuck that noise, brother. Muscle training makes up for not having to stuff yourself into those metal coffins, that’s for sure, and if you can’t shrug off a bullet or a dozen, you were never cut out for artifact hunting to begin with.

[b]Personality[/b]
There is no universe where Oribara Senjoushi has an inside voice. Loud and brash, he adheres to the idea that stealth is optimal, but optimal never happens. As such, when delving through the ancient ruins of the previous era, Oribara is loud as fuck for the sole purpose of sussing out any creatures that might be hostile to others. He’s a failure as a Trailblazer if he doesn’t identify what living threats there are in the environment, after all! That sort of audacious loud-mouthedness pervades into every other bit of his life as well, and for all his skill in his work, there’s no question about it: the dude’s a goddamn idiot whose willing to run his mouth about anything towards anyone, and has absolutely no sense of shame or tact either. There’s no tricks and no gimmicks behind Oribara’s words, just a brutal honesty that often backfires due to his inherent social stupidity. He always has words to say, after all, but his hot-headedness means that the words he says may not always be the right ones.

There is also no universe, however, where Oribara will break his promises or leave his comrades to die. He’s a hot-headed idiot, and that same idiocy means that he’s not ever going to believe in that cynical shittalk about things being impossible. Fuck that noise, that’s not how he rides! No one gets to die on Oribara’s watch, especially if they’re a couple days from retirement or promised to confess to their loved ones after the expedition. After all, in a world like this, where it’s a miracle already to make it to adolescence, every life is worth the blood shed to save it.

[b]Brief Backstory[/b]
To get to where he is now, Oribara started at an early age.

Even in his earliest memories, he was a scavenger, rummaging through the rotten underbelly of Mai-Tao, slipping in through pipes and plunging into steaming tunnels to strip copper wiring for reselling on the black market. It was dangerous and worthless work, but it was the work that urchins could afford.

Oribara got lucky though.

He ended up getting scouted, and his job became dangerous but worthwhile. It took time, of course. It was painful too. Hurt his head to learn how to read and do math. Sometimes, he wondered if it was only on a whim that he, and no one else, was picked up and put through this. People he knew continued to die, continued to disappear. Sometimes, he’d come across their bodies. Sometimes, just their bones. There wasn’t too much of a difference, the slums of Mai-Tao and the domains of the artifacts. Both lethal. Both lawless.

No. There was a difference.

Oribara was alive in the latter, and dead in the former.

So no matter what he endured, no matter how hard he studied and worked, it was worth it, so long as he could keep venturing into these places, so long as he could do something to affect the lives of others who wanted so fervently to live.

At fifteen years of age, covered in blood and bruises, cradling three cracked ribs and a broken arm, Oribara realized that he wasn’t panting, but laughing.

He never looked back from there.

Only surrounded by unknowns did torchlight burn so bright.

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“If you suck balls at magic, then just train to make up for it, dipshit.” Those were the words that Oribara’s teacher drilled into his skull, and such words had become a mantra for the rest of his life. Magic allowed one to grow stronger, yes, and artifacts offered ways of becoming stronger too, but if you were a brick-headed dumbass like Oribara, there was only one way to advance. So that’s exactly what he did, and exactly what he got.
[indent][i]Skateboarding Jesus[/i]
Oribara likes skateboarding. He likes it so much that he skateboards whenever possible, and after skateboarding enough, he’s gained an incomprehensible amount of ability in skateboarding, to the extent that he can traverse through the cataclysm-wrecked lands that artifacts could be found…while on his skateboard. It’s truly a mind-boggling sight, seeing all the tricks he can pull.

[i]Graffiting Vandal[/i]
You can’t be a Trailblazer without knowing how to use a spray can, after all. Oribara knows all the common symbols for denoting danger and rest points, and has a fairly elaborate tag as well.

[i]Bodacious Beefcake[/i]
Oribara works out. He works out a lot. He works out so much that he’s attained superhuman capabilities through it. All his physical attributes could be considered impressive, but his strength is especially so, and if he gets his hands on you? His fists can definitely do more damage than the double shotguns he holsters on his belt.

[i]Guns n Shit[/i]
Oribara’s got basic training with the shotguns he has, and can load them pretty smoothly even while he’s doing a 720 kickflip. Just don’t ask him to aim. There’s a good reason why he mains shotguns.

[i]His Real Guns[/i]
Punk as he is, Oribara always prefers to brawl rather than shoot, and his fists hit like a truck when he gets going. He’s ultimately untrained in any form of combat though, and gets by with sheer power of mind and body rather than any techniques.

[i]Trailblazing Trailblazer[/i]
As it comes with the job title, Oribara’s proficient and experienced in travelling into unmarked territory and drawing down maps. It’s pretty boring though, so he usually ends up just tagging, rather than mapping.

[i]I Am The Ambulance[/i]
Weirdly enough, Oribara’s very enthusiastic about learning medicine and such, due in part to the fact that no one gets to die on his watch. He’s a well-trained field medic, and can do some fairly complex procedures in the heat of battle, which has been a life-saver for many of the people who he’s helped within the distorted realms of the post-cataclysm.[/indent]
Though the run-and-gun comes naturally to him, and his style of being a skateboarding explorer of unknowns makes him well-known, Oribara’s true passion really is that of a healer. It may juxtapose with his combative nature, but perhaps it makes sense as well. After all, what monster requires more fighting spirit to face, than the immortal sceptre of Death itself?[/hider]

[b]Equipment:[/b] Skateboard, shotguns, spray cans, medkits, cartography tools, and travelling essentials. Being built as he is means that Oribara can carry a fair amount, and he takes advantage of that fact. No one knows how long it’d take to tag new locations, after all.

[b]Faction:[/b] The Gatecrashers of Hell (colloquially known as the Trailblazers)
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