Name: Hiro Takasuchi (He-Ro Ta-Ka-Su-Chi)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Nationality: Empire
Zoid: Unknown, Have to work fundage
AIM: BlackDawn8389
Personality
When one family's legacy combines with the growing world of Zoids battles, one can expect Hiro Takasuchi to be the outcome. He comes from a family of martial artists, swordsmen, and his renegade father, a Zoids pilot. Strict rules outlined his life, since he only had his mother, and in fear of losing her obeyed every one. Despite the rules he follows, he himself is not very socialable, and often removes himself from the crowds. Shy, passive, yet cold, and stern, one never truely knows what they will get from Hiro.
He does enjoy some things, like the feeling of wind against his face, and sword training, however, he highly, highly, dislikes beind disrespected, exspecially from those younger then him. He has an ongoing feud with the pilot Valen, whom he has been unable to defeat as of yet, and is determined to.
Background
Hiro Takasuchi, son to Mimayuko Takasuchi, and son to Tristan O'Leary. His father abandoned his mother when Hiro was still in the womb, and never actually knew his father. He grew up as a traditional Japanese family would in a past so far gone, kiminos, sword trainings, and grew up in a village that had been build to resemble so. There were only fiftey people, if that, so he knew everyone. His mother worked in rice fields, while he himself was always preoccupied with either sword, or martial art, training.
He was highly intelligent as a child, and quickly rose to the top learners of the village, before he pulled himself from school, as he didn't seem it was needed. In doing so at such a young age, he didn't learn social skills all too well. His mother had strict guidlines laid down for her young boy, which included chores, how he acted, and how he dressed.
When Hiro was ten, he was given a sword, which was passed down from generation to generation in his family, as well as a necklace, and a charm. While the charm looks exspensive, it isn't, not really, however, it is old, and cherished in his family. The sword was a simple katana, the sheathe deep blue, with a lime green string to tie onto a belt, and the hilt was also a dark blue, with lime green string. Since that day, Hiro has never taken the charm off, and his sword is always attached to his hip.
While Hiro had been training alone, far from town, in a forest, he'd come acrossed a fallen Zoid, which was much too heavily destroyed to be repaired. However, the Zoid was still active. It could move it's head, roar, and that was the extent. When he approached it, the Zoid turned on, an roared. Hiro had heard legend of large contraptions, which were used for war, murder, and entertainment. In the heart of each of those contraptions were the souls of animals, which could be tamed by men.
Hiro returned there, every day, each time, to find the Zoid in the same position. Though, he still did not know it was a Zoid, or what a Zoid was, so you must understand, to him, this was like finding a myth, such as Bigfoot, or the Loch Ness Monster. He would train in front of it, talk to it, eat there, whenever he had time. Several months later, he discovered something.
The Zoid had allowed him to get close enough, and when he did, he noticed the cockpit had been destroyed, and the pilot was still inside the Zoid, dead, rotted away. The Zoid itself had grown plants and such on it, and it was, essentually, dieing. Hiro, realizing that this Zoid had already been claimed, and was dieing, searched for the Zoid's heart. He rummaged around the internals, until he found the core. Tears streamed down his face, realizing he was about to destroy a legend, and really, his friend. The Zoid was the only one he could talk to, the only one that he really cared for, he only wished he could help it. In a matter of speaking, he was.
The Zoid gave one last roar as the core was punctured, and threw it's massive head to the ground. It was finally over. All those countless years of suffering, and the animal had finally been put to rest. Hiro buried the Core, as burying the entire thing would take entirely too long, and buried the remaints of the pilot with the core.
His life in the village went on, essentually without purpose, countless days flew by, his training increased, and he grew older. When he was 16, as his gift for being an adult, the village elder took him to the forbidden room. In the forbidden room, Hiro was told of Zoids, what they were, where they came from, and that you could pilot them. Hiro connected this to his friend from so many years back, and mourned. He was told about cars, electricity, guns, everything. It'd taken one month for him to truely understand all of this, which he stayed in the forbidden room until he had.
Hiro was given a large sum of cash, and a ride was given to him from outside town. To control village population, on their sixteenth birthday, they were taught of the world, and sent out to live in it. Confused, lost, and still mourning, Hiro set out to truely live, charm still worn, and katana by his side. He entered a town a few hours later, and a room had already been set up, prior to him arriving.
Now, he had to make a living, at sixteen, and since he did have a large sum of cash, he sought out a Zoid. He wanted to be the tamer of beasts, the best pilot. He did purchase his first Zoid, and registered as a mercenary. He was hired a few weeks later, and in his first battle, lost. He'd never even trained in a Zoid before. After getting it repaired, like his sword training, he would go out alone, and train, in the desert, for extensive hours at a time. To earn a living, he was teaching forms of martial arts, and swordsmanship, both of which were two things he knew how to do.
After a year of training, he taught himself how to pilot properly, and rejoined, though this time on a team. He'd been training the leader of the team in martial arts, so he approached, and was allowed. The six traveled around, two technicians, one doctor, and three pilots, in a Hover Cargo. The team had won their fair share of matches, but had lost more, until finally they were pitted against an Iron Kong. The pilot requested that they only choose two, and that it was just him.
They did, and Hiro was one of the two. The pilot of the Iron Kong told them that they would not win, and Hiro, being disrespected, was enraged. The duo of Hiro and his partner battled it out with the Iron Kong, and after a deadly battle, which Hiro's cockpit had been dented, and broken, and his partner had his Zoid's limbs torn off, they lost. Hiro's honor was crushed, his pride faltered, and he swore a vengence against the pilot of the Iron Kong, Valen.
After the battle, Hiro left the team, and entered training once more, this time, more rigerous, and dangerous, as well as trying to gain an emotional attachment to his Zoid. In Valen's eyes, Zoids were machines to battle with, weapons to hurt people. In Hiro's, they were animals to be tamed, friends to be made. And so, the rivalry was made.
Appearance
Hiro Takasuchi, of Japanese decent, has a tan, bronzey colored skin, with dark, dark brown hair, apparently black, with dark brown eyes. Hiro stands near five foot eleven inches, and weighs around one hundred and fiftey pounds, niether is exact, and is a rough estamite. His frame is rather lanky, though muscular, with longer legs then most. He bears a few scars acrossed his chest, arms, and legs, from various injuries when he was sword training, though none too dramatic.
His bangs flow down, and dangle around chin length, though his hair is parted, so it outlines his face. The hair streams down his back, in a glorious wave of color, ending around his lower back. Usually clad in a black long sleeved undershirt, with a white half jacket, which the sleeves extend to his forearms, and the jacket itself hangs around his mid-ribs. The jacket has black buttons, with black stitching, and is actually quite easy to move in. Hiro wears a black clothe belt, tied around his waist, holding up his baggy white pants. The pants are tight around his waist, and gradually grow bigger, until they almost cover his feet. Wearing black socks, with white sandals, this tops off his attired, usually.
Always, around his neck is a black insignia of a dragon, curling itself up into a ball, on leather string. Also, he keeps his katana sheathed on his left hip, tied to his clothe belt.
...Yeah...How else can I make people who don't know about Zoids? Their like the Omish, no offense to them, the elders and such know about them, and the children are just lost in amazement. And they are revered as legends, so when they did see one go overhead, it was like a holiday.
And it's no so much a proud warrior tradition, as they do not fight, they merely train, just in case. Warriors go kill stuff. Like martial arts, now-a-days, they use it at certain events, and in self-defense. Proud, yes, as he was raised to be that way.
Given that the area was several hours, which I hold to represent around 500 miles, away from the nearest town, it was pretty secluded, and since there were no other towns around, there was no reason to go there. It was also in the middle of a forest, which is where Hiro would train, so even if things did come close, they wouldn't even see the village unless they entered the forest.
Questions answered?