YAMI YUGI
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king of games.[M:0]
when the shadows remain.
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Post by YAMI YUGI on Feb 6, 2013 0:19:11 GMT -5
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/AmberLehcar/Meow/Middle_zps57bccb63.png]NAME;; ❝Yami Yugi/Atem.❞ GENDER;; ❝Male.❞ AGE;; ❝Undefined.❞ BIRTHDATE;; ❝Unknown.❞ ALLIANCE;; ❝Lawful, good.❞ OPPUCATION;; ❝Citizen.❞ CANON OR ORIGINAL;; ❝Canon.❞
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/AmberLehcar/Meow/Middle_zps57bccb63.png]POSITIVE TRAITS;; ▌ devoted.
▌ ambitious.
▌ thoughtful.
▌ courageous.
▌ determined.
▌ hard-working.
▌ mature.
▌ perfects.
▌ reliable.
▌ respectful.
▌ serious.
▌ social independence.
▌ systematic.
▌ unpretentious.
▌ alert.
▌ calm.
▌ conscious.
▌ resourceful.
▌ intelligent. NEGATIVE TRAITS;; ▌ distant.
▌ guarded.
▌ does what is convenient.
▌ apathetic.
▌ unbending.
▌ spiteful.
▌ authoritarian.
▌ stingy.
▌ dishonest.
▌ arrogant.
▌ covetous.
▌ insists on own view.
▌ reluctant.
▌ listless.
▌ clumsy.
▌ submits.
▌ subjective.
▌ impatient.
▌ reckless. LIKES;; ▌ winning.
▌ games of any sort.
▌ duel monsters.
▌ companions.
▌ rube goldbergs.
▌ respect.
▌ challenges.
▌ puzzles.
▌ thoroughness.
▌ honesty. DISLIKES;; ▌ losing.
▌ yami bakura.
▌ cowards.
▌ liars.
▌ ignorance.
▌ disrespect.
▌ selfishness.
▌ snow and ice.
▌ envy. FEARS;; ▌ loosing yugi.
▌ an enemy he cannot beat.
▌ the dark.
▌ humiliation.
▌ eternal solitude. GOALS;; ▌ recover the millennium puzzle.
▌ set time right again.
▌ keep yugi safe.
▌ maintain his title as the "king of games".
▌ to help bring duel monsters back to its former glory. QUIRKS & HABITS ▌ has to shuffle his deck in a certain way.
▌ always crosses his legs upon sitting down.
▌ makes note of how people walk.
▌ taps foot when nervous.
▌ chews on hair whenever it gets in his mouth.
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/AmberLehcar/Meow/Middle_zps57bccb63.png]FAMILY;; ❝his only known blood relative is pharaoh aknamkanon.❞ OTHERS OF IMPORTANCE;; ❝unbeknownst to him was that priests aknadin and seto were his uncle and cousin respectively. in addition, due to the fact he shared a body with yugi, he came to view suguroku mutou as his own grandfather, though they are not related by blood.❞ HISTORY;; ▌ Yami's life spans all the way back to the millennium one thousand B.C., the king of games born under the name Atem. Son of king Aknamkanon, he was heir to both the throne and the Millennium Puzzle that had been created under his father's reign. Not much is known about his early years, sadly. However, he made a friend in a young woman named Mana and watched closely by a sorcerer by the name of Mahado. He also found a friendly rival in the priest-to-be Seto, each trying to best the other in their mystical skills.
▌ Early on in his life, the young boy was forced to accompany his father on a trip to an ancient tomb to which he did not wish to travel to. It was here that his father tried to teach him the importance of being strong on one's own, insisting that he get up on his lonesome after nearly slipping and falling. It was during this visit that the older of the two made a deal with the monsters there, hoping to keep his son safe from the horrors that would follow the creation of the Millennium Items.
▌ The young man's first day as Pharaoh was certianly one to behold. It all started with the attack of a mere common thief who was put through the Millennium trial and released shortly afterward. However, this only proved to give way to a series of horrible events. The self proclaimed Thief King Bakura invaded the palace with the coffin of Aknamkanon and a variety of other treasure stolen from said ruler's tomb. The disrespectful man was put on trial as well, though it proved to fail, his ka - Diabound - overwhelming the priest's own monsters. Upon he, himself, stepping in, summoning Obelisk the Tormentor, and severely injuring the powerful ka, the tomb raider fled.
▌ Not long after, Atem is awoken from a troublesome dream depicting Mahado's fall at Bakura's hand, only for he and Mana to discover that said Priest was doing battle at that very moment. The two split ways to send for assistance and defend against Bakura's men, help arriving just a bit too late as the Millennium Ring fell into the criminal's hands and the Priest had fused himself with his Illusion Magician.
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/AmberLehcar/Meow/Middle_zps57bccb63.png]USERNAME;; ❝Leap.❞ AGE;; ❝Fourteen.❞ MEMBER TITLE;; ❝King of Games.❞ EXPERIENCE;; ❝Over two years.❞ RP SAMPLE;; ❝If there was one thing that he hated, it was getting wet.
Goldenrod City was a pain, to say the very least. Always had been, always would be. The bright lights - seemingly glaring into every pedestrians eyes no matter what the time of the day - could make a person want to claw their eyes out. The people were total jerk faces, too, with thugs and bandits on the loose everywhere and, someone could just tell, a serial killer out on the run to attack helpless civilians. People blew off all their money at the game corner and hardly anyone in town went there for the contests. It was all about the casinoes and the radio tower and even the immature gym leader for tourists. But not the contests. Never the contests. And it was particularly annoying for coordinators who needed to participate in said contests for the chance to win a ribbon from there, guessing as there was no one there to see all they'd done to perfect their contests preformances.
A short figure danced - not literally, of course - through the streets of Johto's finest city, chin high and eyes glittering with a sense of superiority. Green locks of hair bobbed up and forth with their every step, partially helped by the slight breeze that glidded across the cityscape. They appeared to fit right in with the style this populated area had taken on - bright hair, bright clothes, bright eyes, and a bright future - and walked through those streets as if they owned them. Well, they might as very well have, guessing as that was how the lone person was already thinking about the situation. A beautiful city owned by a beautiful coordinator. Sounded just about right. So who was this person, smirking away and making their way across town to the practice hall the place had to offer them and other coordinators like themself?
Alva Faunus, low ranking coordinator and "future ruler of the universe", that was who. The feminine figure was making his way towards just that - the Golden Rod City Practive Hall - with only one thing on his mind. Steal their ideas. Who ever said you had to play fair in a contest, anyway? Besides. So many times he'd seen a half decent attempt at a combination or something of that like wasted on trainers who didn't believe they could do anything with that they'd accomplished so far. "Borrowing" the idea, molding it a little bit more into his style, and using it during a constest wasn't illegal, after all, and he'd only been called out on it once. Or twice. Maybe that third time? Oh, he didn't bring himself to bother himself nor care about those kinds of things. Peasents would be peasents, not being able to comprehend the thoughts and actinos of those on a much higher class than themselves.
But the walk to said building was long and agonizing, to much for the diva- er, smug human to take. However, the last time that he tried to "faint" on the sidewalk and beg the pedestrians around him to carry him ti gus destination, the most unattractive man he'd ever seen - that freak even mistook him for a girl, which absolutely could not be forgiven - attempted to jump to his aid and ended up getting a punch to the face, a string of insults, and the person who'd wounded his pride walking away, making a "miraculous" recovery. But, reguardless, he was quite winded. Goodness, he was out of shape. The only reason he remained so tiny was because he practically starved himself just to maintain his "beautiful" appearance. That, obviously, wasn't to good for his health. But that was beside the point. When the building he'd be searching for for an eternity 0 probably ten, fifteen minutes tops - came into view, of course, he practically kissed the ground below his feet and tore off in the direction of his destination.
"No need to fear! The marvelous Alva is finally here!" Bursting through the doors as though he'd been being chased by a pack of rabid Houndour just seconds before, the green-haired coordinator threw open the doors and made his "smashin entrance". For a moment, he was met with silence and, baffled, he took a double take, only to find the lobby practically empty. Well, empty save for a single woman somewhere across the room, but she was to entranced by the magazine she was reading to even notice his presence in the room, much less hear his declaration of arrival. Moving all the air in his mouth into the area between his teeth and cheek in the form of a pout, he grumbled to himself, "Ungreatful people, make me wast a perfectly good line and everything on my very first visit. Rude much?" Of course, these thoughts were cast from his mind with the idea that they would all soon learn just how amazing he was and how he was never to be ignored. That, and the fact that he had ideas to steal. Er, borrow.
As the man made his way down the hallways, looking for someone, anyone to stalk, he realized one critical element with a pang. He had absolutely no idea where he was going. He'd never been here before - heck, he hadn't been to a Pokemon Contest at all in about a year, much less participated in one - and had no idea where exactly people were supposed to be "practicing" at all. They could have just thrown a map his way upon entrance of the building, or something. "Hey, this is your first time here! Have a map so you don't get lost!" Ha ha! No. He even bet there were hidden securities everywhere, just so that they could watch him get lost and suffer and die in this pathetic excuse of a place. The fools! People like him didn't go down easily! He would know - he was one of them! Clenching his fists, he prepared to turn right around and head back home to complain about how people were stupid and liked to laugh at him behind cameras. Of course, that was when something stopped him from doing that, too.
A noise. A soft noise, none the less, coming from one of the doors. Voices? Was there someone in there? Were those the people spying on him and laughing at him for getting lost in this maze of a place? No, not quite. There was only one voice, serious and female. And, obviously, a girl wouldn't be laughing at him. That just... didn't make sense, he guessed. "Guys, we really need to do something that no one's ever seen before," said the girl from behind the door, either taking to some group of gangsters she had hiding in there or to some Pokemon that she'd be using for contests. Heh. People who talked to their Pokemon sure were stupid. "I want us to make an awesome impression in our first contest." Arg, a beginner? Not even worth watching to see if they had any good coordinator moves. Because, obviously, they didn't. He would know. He'd been in this business for years. And, just because he'd only ever one ribbon didn't mean he didn't know everything there was to know about stealing - um, borrowing ideas from the others. After a few moments of silence, save for some shuffling noises coming from inside the room, the female spoke again. "Paprika! What are you-wait...that's it!" With that, more noise flooded the room.
"... A piano..." Indeed it was. The sound was absolutely unmistakable, especially for someone who had played it since he was hardly five years old. Alva couldn't help it. In a matter of heartbeats, his hand was on the knob, turning, turning. He jus thad to see who was playing that melody, who was prodding back memories of when his mother would watch over him like a hawk and demand he start all over when his finger slipped or he missed a cord or he - Or he got well. The moment the door was openned enough for him to peek his head in, water was tossed in his face, kicking him off nostolgia's highway and leaving him in the hateful ditch. Oh, boy, whoever had done that was really going to get it this time. However, as soon as he'd been splashed with mysterious liquids, the source of the water disappeared into thin air like it'd never existed at all. The whole room was soaked. Was that the move Rain Dance? Quite possibly. However, his attention wasn't on that, nor the two electric-types who could have possibly been to blame for the event. No, his green eyes were trained on the girl who was still playing that darn piano!
"You!" the feminine male hissed, storming over in a heated rage. Holding out part of the sopping wet tank top he wore - oh, and of course he'd chosen to wear white today - and some locks of his equally wet hair, he demanded, "What was this for? I didn't even do anything, but you sprayed me with water!" Falling all to dramatically to the floor, hand pressed against his forhead, he moaned, "I'm going to catch a cold for sure, now... And all I wanted to do was hear a little piano playing like the good ol' days..."❞
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