Post by Sanada Akihiko on Nov 10, 2011 1:58:33 GMT -5
Gekkoukan High School Official Interview
"Welcome to Gekkoukan High School; before you get settled in with your classes, I have a few questions for you to answer. Please write something down in each blank."
FULL NAME:
Sanada Akihiko
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
17
YEAR:
Fourth year
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS:
HEIGHT:
5"8
WEIGHT:
Lean and muscular
HAIR COLOR:
Silver
EYE COLOR:
Gray
Stats: You have 20 Stat points, please distribute them among the 4 blank categories. Please Also pick a Primary, Secondary, Intermediate, and Irrelevant stat. P-S-I-R work are acceptable abbreviations. [Leveling info can be found here.]
PHOTOGRAPH:
LIKES:
+Training
+Boxing
+Fighting Shadows
DISLIKES:
-Annoying fangirls
-Downtime
-Losing
CLUBS:
Boxing and SEES
HISTORY:
Grew up in an orphanage with Shinjiro and deceased sister Miki. Aided Mitsuru with SEES.
SPEECH:
Akihiko was in his room, awake early morning. He stood in front of the punching bag before him, lightly rubbing his wrist to recover from his last rather awkward blow to the hanging object. He has trained far too long to be making stupid mistakes such as this, knowing he was capable of better. He had to be, because one mistake could very well lead to a teammate getting attacked and possibly injured or killed. He wasn't willing to risk that. His wrist felt better now, atleast enough to go on. He raised his hands again and delivered another hard punch to the large punching-bag, sending it swinging backwards. But as it came back he deflected it with his other hand in another swift punch. This continued for a few punches before he decided to re-position himself and continue from another angle. He then continued there for longer and repeated for quite some time.
After awhile of testing his endurance he backed away panting some then sat down, leaning back as he caught his breathe. He was in a way satisfied with how long he had lasted, but at the same time felt he could push it longer. Train harder, longer, until he was able to hold on longer. The longer he could hold on here the longer he can hold on during the Dark Hour. Even in as great of shape he is in, sometimes it was hard for him not to be worn out before the hour is over. And the harder he trained he figured he just wouldn't have to deal with that exhaustion later. He stood up, having caught his breath again, and with a confident smile he went back to hitting the punching-bag.
Sanada Akihiko
GENDER:
Male
AGE:
17
YEAR:
Fourth year
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS:
HEIGHT:
5"8
WEIGHT:
Lean and muscular
HAIR COLOR:
Silver
EYE COLOR:
Gray
Stats: You have 20 Stat points, please distribute them among the 4 blank categories. Please Also pick a Primary, Secondary, Intermediate, and Irrelevant stat. P-S-I-R work are acceptable abbreviations. [Leveling info can be found here.]
- HP: 30
- SP: 30
- STRENGTH:10 Primary
- MAGIC:3 Intermediate
- DEFENSE:5 Secondary
- SPIRIT:2 Irrelevant
PHOTOGRAPH:
LIKES:
+Training
+Boxing
+Fighting Shadows
DISLIKES:
-Annoying fangirls
-Downtime
-Losing
CLUBS:
Boxing and SEES
HISTORY:
Grew up in an orphanage with Shinjiro and deceased sister Miki. Aided Mitsuru with SEES.
SPEECH:
Akihiko was in his room, awake early morning. He stood in front of the punching bag before him, lightly rubbing his wrist to recover from his last rather awkward blow to the hanging object. He has trained far too long to be making stupid mistakes such as this, knowing he was capable of better. He had to be, because one mistake could very well lead to a teammate getting attacked and possibly injured or killed. He wasn't willing to risk that. His wrist felt better now, atleast enough to go on. He raised his hands again and delivered another hard punch to the large punching-bag, sending it swinging backwards. But as it came back he deflected it with his other hand in another swift punch. This continued for a few punches before he decided to re-position himself and continue from another angle. He then continued there for longer and repeated for quite some time.
After awhile of testing his endurance he backed away panting some then sat down, leaning back as he caught his breathe. He was in a way satisfied with how long he had lasted, but at the same time felt he could push it longer. Train harder, longer, until he was able to hold on longer. The longer he could hold on here the longer he can hold on during the Dark Hour. Even in as great of shape he is in, sometimes it was hard for him not to be worn out before the hour is over. And the harder he trained he figured he just wouldn't have to deal with that exhaustion later. He stood up, having caught his breath again, and with a confident smile he went back to hitting the punching-bag.
