[hider=Hiroto Chiba] [CENTER][h2]Hiroto Chiba [/h2][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/12/d9/ba12d9f0a68907630085868a0ff834df.jpg[/img][/center] [center][sup]____________________________________________________[/sup][/center] [sub][b][u]C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N[/u][/b][/sub] [indent][b]Name:[/b] Hiroto Chiba [b]Nicknames/Aliases:[/b] N/A [b]Birth City/District:[/b] Sakanoshita District, Neo-Tokyo [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Height:[/b] 7’ 2” [b]Racial Background:[/b] Japanese [b]Race:[/b] Y.S.G Natural Born [b]Hair Color:[/b] Black [b]Eye Color:[/b] Red sclera with white irises. [b]Appearance:[/b] Hiroto is [i]large[/i]; not just tall, he is also broad shoulder, wide across the chest and has a naturally muscular build. He tends to slouch and hunch his shoulders, rarely standing at his full height, but due to his stature this does little to bring him down to others level. The tattoos at his neck extend to his upper torso, covering his shoulders, uppers arms, chest and back in similar patterns. The mask that he wears is rarely removed, so as to hide the mutation markers that he would prefer to keep hidden; when does remove it, a small but deep scar can be seen on his jawline. [b]Mutation Marker(s):[/b] Hiroto has three mutation markers; his eyes, his height and his lower jaw. The first and second are obvious; his eyes are an unnatural colour, with red sclera instead of white, a white iris and no visible pupils. His unusually large height and large build are also most like due to his Yokai Genes as well, considering that his parents were both relatively short. The final mutation is less obvious, as he keeps it hidden beneath the mask that he always wears; his lower jaw is covered in a bone-like exoskeleton, giving him a skull like visage. [b]Personality:[/b] Softly spoken and even softer in the way he treads, Hiroto is the textbook definition of a gentle giant. He is a man of simple needs and simple pleasures, someone who prefers to enjoy a quiet existence and who will never find that with Kurosagi, yet finds that he cannot pull away from them so long as they will be putting themselves in danger without him there to try and protect them. Big-hearted, he cares about others, sympathises with people more than he should and proves himself an oddity in the city by being willing to help anyone he meets in any way that he can. He’s been bitten by this behaviour more than once, yet continues to do so anyway; he is not naïve, he knows the risks, but he is always going to give people the benefit of the doubt. Hiroto doesn’t like hurting people, which makes him ill-suited as a gang member, but also isn’t the type to stand by while others are being harmed, being victimised, being oppressed, or putting themselves in harm’s way. He finds himself hurting people regardless and always feels guilty afterwards. If he can help it, it will always be him who is the one getting hurt and not others; he can take it, a sturdy body like his has to be good for something. [b]Aspirations:[/b] - What Hiroto wants is a quiet life. One where he doesn’t need to look over his shoulder, one where he doesn’t have to fight for every scrap, one where he doesn’t have to worry about the safety of his friends. He fights for that kind of life. - More than a quiet life for himself, he wants everyone else to get what they want so that they can stop fighting. [b]Fears:[/b] - Losing his friends - Becoming a killer - An endless cycle of violence [b]Vehicle:[/b] Not everyone needs a vehicle in Neo-Tokyo, but most that are in gangs or in social circles will typically have a vehicle as an extension of themselves. Because Neo-Tokyo does have a very confusing and jumbled street system as the city expanded faster then it could plan, those who can afford it, will typically take to the Hoverzones above the cities streets. Most vehicles will typically be a hybrid of hover and standard road types and all will run on YoFuel, or a synthetic fuel made from the bodies of Yokai. [/indent] [sub][b][u]P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N[/u][/b][/sub] [indent][b]Strengths/Natural Abilities:[/b] [list] [*][b]Hiroto is strong.[/b] Even for someone possessing a Y.S.G, his physical strength and his durability are exceptional which, combined with his stature, make him an imposing threat in a fight even if his actual skill level is low. [*][b]He is connected.[/b] Not to anyone is particular, but he is well known and even liked with the local community of Sakanoshita. Being someone willing to help others has its benefits and there are many in the area, particular is more law abiding residents and business owners, who he is on good terms with. [*][b]He is good with machines.[/b] The more analogue kind at least. While he is not much better with complicated technology and cybernetics than the average person, working and living in a mechanic’s shop means he is quite well practiced at repairing vehicles and other large machines. [/list] [b]Weaknesses/Flaws:[/b] [list] [*][b]Hiroto is a pacifist.[/b] Of a sort at least. He does not like to fight or to hurt others and would like to avoid doing so as much as possible; that is not the course his life has taken however and he often finds himself needed to compromise his morals in order to protect himself or others. His reluctance to do any real harm to his opponents is often a detriment to this however. [*][b]He is slow.[/b] For a Y.S.G. holder at least. His large size means he has a long stride and his speed is enhanced like any other Shogun, it takes a lot to get that much mass moving and with no real way to fight at range he can find it difficult to actually reach an opponent at times. [/list] [b]Y.S.G Ability:[/b] [u]Base Ability: Armour[/u] To enhance his toughness even further, Hiroto is able to cover his body in a sturdy, bone-like exoskeleton similar to the mutation marker that naturally covers his lower jaw. This armour is tough to break and capable of blocking most mundane forms of damage, but is not unbreakable. It is also heavy, further reducing his mobility even more than normal, but can be discarded just as easily as it was summoned once it has served its purpose; weakening and crumbling away from his body once he stops using this ability. The armour can be created to cover his entire body or just a part of it, depending on the situation. [u]First Awakening: Invincibility[/u] Hiroto can, for a few brief seconds at a time, make his body completely immune to harm. There is no visible sign that manifests when he is using this ability, which makes it hard to tell when or if he is using it other than the fact that he takes no damage. This ability on affects his body and does not extend to the armour he creates nor the clothing he is wearing or any items he is holding. Using it drains a lot of his stamina and it cannot be used too often in succession; furthermore the duration of its effect seems to be consistent, but Hiroto has not quite gotten the timing of it down, meaning he is reluctant to rely on it too much in fights unless he has no other choice. He fears using the ability too early or too late and getting himself hurt because of it. [u]Second Awakening: Giant[/u] -Locked- [b]Soul Binder/Weapon(s):[/b] [url=https://memestatic1.fjcdn.com/comments/Why+does+she+have+shugokis+hojo+kanabo+from+for+honor+_70f0ab2804b04f722b719a20a3690426.jpg]Kanabō[/url] - A large wooden club covered in vicious spikes. It is heavy, carrying a noticeable weight to it even when Hiroto is the one swinging it around. When it manifests it forms from the hilt downwards, starting in his hand before the spiralling yellow script that cover it spreads out like growing vines and the weapon forms inside of it. [b]Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories:[/b] None; though some people sometimes mistake the exoskeleton on his jaw for some kind of implant, Hiroto has no cybernetics to speak of. [/indent][/cell]   [cell][sub][b][u]H i s t o r y[/u][/b][/sub] [hider=Orphan's Tale][indent]Hiroto was fourteen years old when his parents died. They worked at a gambling den, one of the many establishments in the Sakanoshita district where people could risk their money on games of chance and try to profit from their poor life choices; his father was a bouncer, there to deal with any troublesome elements, while his mother was a Chō-han dealer, throwing the dice that decided men’s fate. It was good, dishonest work; hardly the worst thing people could do to earn a living and not even that dangerous. They earned enough to afford a place to live, a small and dingy apartment in the district, along with food and other necessities; they weren’t rich but they had a roof over their head and weren’t starving. It was good enough. Better than most. Until a patron at the gambling den lost everything they had, accused his mother of cheating the dice and drew a hidden gun; his father took the first bullet. His mother the second. No one thought to tell Hiroto what had happened. His parents just didn’t come home one day and he didn’t know way, until he went to the gambling den to look for them and found out himself. Once his parents’ landlord found out, he was evicted from his home without a second though, without a chance to try and make the rent by himself. The landlord already had another family lined up to move in; a more reliable source of income than a newly orphaned teenager. He had no choice but to leave. He went back to the gambling den, the only other place he could think of, but they turned him away. Violently. His father’s fellow bouncers threw him out themselves. Even at that young age Hiroto’s Y.S.G. meant he was over six feet tall and looked a lot older than he really was. He was big and strong and that meant most people assumed he could take care of himself; he could not, but he at least looked intimidating enough that most people were willing to leave him alone at first. That fact was enough to keep him safe for a while, managing to get by through begging and the rare bot of kindness from locals; a bit of food or water here, a few coins there. Hiroto still remembers the people who helped him the most back then and tries to pay them back whatever way he can. For eight months he survived alone on the street, doing his best to avoid any run-ins with the local gangs and the criminal elements that were so common in the Sakanoshita district, but he couldn’t avoid them forever. Someone like him, someone large and powerful even if the past year had taken its toll on him, was a tempting target for the type of people who liked to prove and flaunt their strength over others. The gangs caught up with him eventually, but rather than be his end like he expected, it might have been the thing that kept him alive. It started with a few gang members who were looking to have some fun by beating up homeless people; even young and scared as he was, Hiroto couldn’t stand by and just let that happen. He intervened and though they were older and more numerous and armed, his size and his Y.S.G. traits were enough to let him win against a bunch of thugs. He was marked after that; his presence known, his description spread around. Either due to wounded pride or just to prove that they could beat him where the others couldn’t, the gangs came after him in force. For a month they hounded him, hunted him; he couldn’t stay on the streets to beg, couldn’t risk going to those friendly locals for help. The gangs were starving him out. Hiroto kept fighting, he kept winning, it almost seemed like a daily occurrence with each victory only spurring them on, until finally the boss of one of the gangs found him. Unlike the others he was another Y.S.G. holder like Hiroto; someone that an untrained, desperate teenager couldn’t beat. As he lay there, bleeding and beaten for the first time in his life, he thought he was going to die. Instead they dragged him back to their base, gave him something to eat and ‘recruited him’. He couldn’t exactly say no, not with nowhere else to go, not when he knew what kind of life awaited him if they went back to hunting him. For almost three years he was a member of that gang; fighting people, mugging people, hurting people. Never killing people, for what it was worth; not that it made much of a difference when the people he was with did the killing instead. In return he had a place to live, regular meals, clothes that actually fit. All it cost him were sleeping nights and an endless weight on his conscience. Every time he ended the day with blood on his knuckled he told himself he’d leave when he was able to, when he had enough money stashed away to make a new start or was strong enough to survive deserting the gang. That day never seemed to come. In the end, the situation ended up solving itself in a way. The district was abuzz with word of the new mechanic shop/bar that had just opened up, or more specifically about its owner; there were all kinds of rumours about the mysterious woman who owned it and who or what she used to be. The leader of the gang got it into his head that she must be rich, hiding a bunch of money or something valuable in the bar itself somewhere. He wanted them to go and take it. Hiroto wasn’t on that job himself, which was probably the only thing that saved his life. He doesn’t know exactly what happened to the ones who did go, only that he never saw them again and the strange owner of the bar came looking for him and gave him a choice. Join her, or join them. That wasn’t much of a choice. [/indent][/hider][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]