First Name: Kumagawa
Last Name: Kumagawa
Alias: The Born Loser
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145 lbs
Birthday: 9/9
Sexuality: Straight
Relationships: Single
Affiliation: Hyogagakure
Rank: Genin
Element: Doton, Suiton, Fuuton
Specialization: Genjitsu, Reserved, Ninjitsu
Personality: Described as a "Born Loser" who failed at everything, who lost to everyone at everything, Kumagawa is the type of person that is always negative and could hurt someone just as easily as you and I could breathe. He's the person that would plan the way for him to kill every person on the earth himself included. He also doesn't attempt to try and understand the feelings of others meaning he doesn't have the compasity for empathy. He will usually break the mood of the scene or completely crush someone's feelings with a smile on his face and without a second thought.
On that note, Kumagawa is almost never seen without his trademark smile. It is always seen on his face whether he is breaking down a ninja's plan, peeping on women, or vivdly describing his wildest fantasies infront of anyone he will always keep a wide innocent smile on his face. Kumagawa is also very hard to anger, due to the fact that he sees himself as a loser, he enjoys most of the pain and suffering inflicted on himself and others.
Despite this he is actually quite friendly to people, when he choses to. Though he doesn't particularly care about the feelings of others nor does he try to understand it. he is able to make a friendly face and pretend that he actually cares about other's problem. Kumagawa is able to make his signature innocent smile to get whatever he needs to do done, and will do it if it makes his life easier.
Likes: Kumagawa likes a few things. He loves women and peeping on them, its his favorite pass time to look at the naked body of the female gender. He also loves to lose, after spending most of his life losing on the gamble called life he's come to find a solemn pleasure in losing which also got him into gambling but unlike everyone else he the only person that gambles to lose. Kumagawa also likes to play chess and shogi, he doesn't like to win but he does enjoy the mental struggle that comes when he plays the game even if he does win.
Dislikes: Winners, those who were born strong, the ones who will never know failure, never know the pleasure of losing, those who will never know the feeling of the struggle. Kumagawa both dislikes and feels sorry for those kind of people. Those with so much talent that they don't understand what it is like to fail. Kumogawa also doesn't like to talk much about himself, in his mind there is no reason for a loser to really say anything about himself. Most times when people ask anything about him he will usually attempt to avoid the question.
Motivation: To surpass someone with talent, to crush a winner. Its probably the closest thing you will get to motivation for him. Though he knows that it contradicts his own principles of always being a loser. It's the only thought that brings him pleasure. To win against a winner while still being a loser. How does one accomplish that? It is a thought that allows him to wake up in the morning and keep him going.
Fears: Zil, Zelch, zero, none, nothing.... There is not one thing on the planet that Kumagawa is aware of that he is afraid of. While this maybe subject to change as Kumagawa goes further and further on with his life. At the moment Kumagawa fears nothing and no one that is on the earth. Kumagawa doesn't fear death or being betrayed. Kumogawa just doesn't fear anything.
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History: Kumagawa was born in Hyogagakura from the result of a bet. His father's gamble was that he and his pregnant wife could travel from the Hidden Hurricane to Hyogagakure then to kazangakure before Kumagawa's birth. Unfortunately things didn't work out and Kumagawa was born in Hyogagakura, but his father thinking that he could win the bet on his own abandons his wife and newborn child to proceed on his way to Kazangakure. Living alone with his mother Kumagawa grew up resenting both his father and himself. His mother did what she could to help raise Kumagawa, teaching him what she could when she wasn't working. Unfortunately she died from over working when Kumagawa turned 6.
Then at the age of six he moved to a orphanage. There he began to learn the art of gambling from one of the older children. At first he was good at it, whenever he made a bet he would always lose, wanna bet on which beetle would win in beetle sumo? Kumagawa would always lose. Wanna figure out which kid that would be adopted next. Kumagawa lost that one too. One would think Kumagawa would stop after losing once or twice but Kumagawa felt a small pleasure in each and every bet he partook in. And so he continued to gamble when ever he could.
Then after a year or two he was adopted. By a shinobi of the village, the man was tall and his voice was gruff. The shinobi looked like he was a heavy drinker and looked like he'd be the last person to adopt a child but he did, and he chose Kumagawa. Was it because Kumagawa had some sort of innate talent or was it because Kumagawa was something special? Turned out neither was true when Kumagawa was sent to the ninja academy. He had the aptitude to use chakra but when it came to the application he failed horribly. His new shinobi father was never impressed with anything Kumagawa did anyway, he'd berate Kumagawa on both his success and failure and continue to call him names.
Usually Kumagawa would ignore his shinobi father, but one name his father called him stood out, "loser" at first it was something that would inspire rage in him but slowly he began to accept it. He was a loser, everything he began to aspire for would end in failure. Continuing through his life with the realization Kumagawa began to stop trying and began to bet against himself. Once he started doing that he begun to succeed, not that Kumagawa was paying attention to it. In his mind he would always be a failure. Then came his graduation into being a genin. Once he got home, he noticed something was wrong... his father was gone. Looking around the village, Kumagawa saw that his father was nowhere to be found.
After searching for a month or two Kumagawa concluded that his new father was dead and decided to get on with his life. Of being a shinobi.
RP Sample: - Spoiler:
Okara yawned as he raised his hands high in the air, scowling at no one in particular. It was about time for his daily training regime, and he was less than happy, someone had decided that it would be appropriate to awaken Okara from his sleep just because the tyrant Freezer burn, or whatever his name was coming. Okara didn’t really care... at least at that moment. Okara snapped back at the saiyan to mind his own business and let him go back to sleep but it was too late. Okara had spent the next 10 minutes trying to return to his resting but it was futile, he was awake and so were the voices in his head.
The voices began to pound at Okara’s skull poking and prodding his mind, telling him over and over again to train. Okara pulled at his covers to try and convince the voices to for once let him sleep through the day. The voices got louder and louder as the began to throw curses and slurs and if it wasn’t for them being mere voices Okara was sure that they would be throwing objects at him trying to convince him to go.
Finally Okara gave in. Picking himself up from the bed he slowly began to make his way to the training room. As he began to walk toward the training room he noticed another saiyan coming his way. It was the same Saiyan who woke up Okara much to his dismay. Okara couldn’t remember the saiyan’s name exactly but he did remember that it had something that ended in -ggot. Taggot? Aggot? Draggot?..... Okara continued guessing for a few moments but decided that if he kept going trying to figure out the Saiyan’s name he would end up calling him a very unsavory name.
Okara continued to make his way toward the training room. Once he got there he began to slowly open the door. In his mind Okara began to wonder exactly what kind of training would he do? Last time he was in there he was working on energy attack training so maybe more of that? Once Okara got the door the voices began to smash at his skull repeating the same sentence over and over again, “Stop thinking and start training!” Okara’s teeth clenched as he reached for his skull. It was both annoying and painful to have to listen to the voices in his head all day when all they wanted was one thing... and that was for Okara to train. Couldn’t they once want to take a nap or something?
Once Okara regained his composure he noticed that he wasn’t alone in the room. There was another Saiyan, someone who Okara was much more familiar with then Taggot. Raising a single hand in the air he greeted his fellow Saiyan brethren. “Yo! Mokra what are you doing here?”
Without waiting for an answer Okara walked over with Mokra to the armor rack. From what Okara could tell the armors were lined up by matter of weight. 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. Without thinking Okara began to reach for the 9th to test the weight. Snatching it up Okara could feel the weight but it didn’t feel as heavy as he thought it would.
Putting it back down Okara took Mokra’s advice and put on the 10 armor. It was heavier then the 9 and was abit harder to walk in too. So to the voices in Okara’s head it was perfect. Slipping it on Okara began to jump back and forth on the ball of his heels trying to get himself use to the weight. It was important to him that he knew exactly how well he could move with the weights on.
Fortunately for Okara, Mokra seemed to have the perfect way for Okara to test how well he could move in the armor. From the ceiling the guns were lowered and began to fire at Okara and Mokra. Mokra seemed able to easily avoid the blasts but Okara was having a harder time. Not being use to the weight on his body, Okara had to put more effort in even the littlest movements let alone completely avoiding a blast. In his mind Okara was screaming trying to use all of his energy to just avoid or two blasts.
Somehow as if by luck, Okara was able to completely avoid most of the gun shots and was doing just as well as Mokra even with the heavy armor on his body. But then, Mokra decided that it would be appropriate to shove the little Saiyan at the gun so that he was standing in point blank range of the gun.
The voices in Okara’s mind began to laugh as Okara began to expand most of whatever energy he had left trying to avoid the blast. Everywhere he moved the gun followed. From Okara’s perspective there were no openings and no time for him to think up a plan. Then the gun fired once again, this shot was fired toward Okara’s head. At that moment Okara could see it. It was a way for him to counter the gun. Rolling his head to the side to avoid the blast Okara raised his hand and shouted as an energy blast left his hand and smashed right into the barrel of the gun causing the gun to explode.
Sighing Okara lifted both of his arms stretching. Then he began to crotch down and pushed off with his two feet. He still wasn’t done seeing how well he could move in the armor. As he moved into the air he noticed a familiar saiyan attempting to ram what was now thin air. Coming down from his jump Okara smiled as he attempted to drop kick Mokra after watching him fail an assault. “Come on!!! I’ve seen better sneak attacks from my grandmother” Okara mocked with a wide grin.
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