Ugumi Ryusuke (FIN)

[ryusuke]

Basics

Name: Ugumi Ryusuke

Nicknames: Ryu, 'suke, Blondy and half a dozen other names both insulting and not, more often the former.

Age:16

Birthday: January 3rd

Grade: 10th

Power: Vector Manipulation, Molecular Manipulation

Member Group: Battle Front

Canon or not: No

Appearance: There are 3 things that usually stand out and set Ryusuke far apart from the crowd when someone first sees him - his height, eye color and prosthetics. The first of those is the most notable, especially from a distance - despite being sixteen years of age the teenager still stands at a relatively diminuative four foot eleven, having only grown a handful of inches since hitting eleven years old. The second most notable thing out of the three are his left leg and right arm, lost in a car accident years before and replaced with prosthetics shortly after - while his left leg's prosthetic (starting just above where his knee used to be and continuing all the way down to the foot) typically remains rather well hidden due to his style of dress, every now and then his right arm (covering his shoulder and having replaced the entire limb from there down) will make itself known, more often than not simply because Ryusuke doesn't care enough to try and hide it. Beyond that, Ryusuke is physically in perfect health with a relatively athletic physique, normal skin tone and blond hair, with the only other distinguishing feature setting him apart being his rather unusually colored eyes.

Clothingwise Ryusuke tends to keep it simple, wearing black jeans, sneakers/hiking boots, black tank tops/t-shirts/shirts and hoodies when he can get away with it.

Personality

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Overall Personality: While very independant, often to the point of being unreasonably stubborn at time, Ryusuke greatly respects those individuals who show a good deal of conviction in their beliefs, and greatly appreciates honesty. While he was rather isolated when he was younger Ryusuke has emerged from his shell quite a bit in the recent years, going from a withdrawn but self respecting individual to one that has no problems striking a casual conversation with someone.... or blatantly insulting them. While possessing something of a mischivous streak along with the ocassional temper that shows itself every once in a while, Ryusuke has a clear sense of right and wrong, and will almost always act on it when possible.

All of that being said, though, Ryusuke does have a handful of.... quirks.... that make him somewhat difficult - if not downright impossible - to deal with at times. Between his rather brutal honesty, sarcasm, snarkiness, penchent for leaving both figurative and literal messes wherever he goes and all in all being downright unpleasant to be around at times, it is a miracle that no one has attempted to kill him yet.

For all of his faults, though, Ryusuke is at heart a good person
- those who do manage to earn his respect will find themselves an incredibly loyal (if admittedly unpredictable) ally, but on the flip sidde of that is that if you mark yourself as an enemy to him Ryusuke will take every opportunity he comes across to make your life hell, be it through petty annoyances or things that will ruin your plans for weeks or months to come. When he does make mistakes and messes that inconvenience those he cares about, though, will more or less be the only time you will ever see Ryusuke admit or own up to a mistake, and short of that he will always attempt to fix what went wrong.

History

Family Members/guardians:
Naomi Vessen (mother/deceased)
Ugumi Yamagichi (father/deceased)
Ugumi _______ (younger sister, under observation lest she develop abilities)
Ugumi _______ (older sister, missing)


History: Born to Naomi Vessen and Ugumi Yamagichi, Ryusuke was incredibly inquisitive, showing an inborn intelligence from an early age that was quickly noticed by both teachers and fellow students alike. While normally not particularly attention drawing on its own it quickly made him the target of other children from early on when combined with his rather unusual eye color, along with the fact that he didn't seem to partake in any of what most children his age considered socially acceptable activities. By the time he had reached the age of 7 it had come to outright physical confrontation, and what had been something of an enthusiastic but inquisitive nature quickly turned into one of defiance and a general “screw you” attitude, with Ryusuke finally joining a local dojo at his father’s insistence in the hopes of learning a means of self defense. Highly encouraged by his natural ability in the arts, Ryusuke excelled with his studies at the dojo, quickly becoming one of the top students due to his quick speed, the ability to improvise quickly when needed and above all, just plain being too stubborn to back down. As he became less and less of a social outcast thanks in part to both having found a group that accepted him as well as having gained the ability to fend off the few physical attacks that came his way, Ryusuke was actually happy for a time.

A year later he and his parents would be involved in a car accident that cost Ryusuke two of his limbs as a result of a much larger vehicle colliding with the side of the car Ryusuke himself was in, completely severing his right arm from the shoulder down and crushing his left leg from the knee down. Bleeding heavily and unable to locate his arm for possible reattachment in time, the medics were forced to amputate the remains of his lower left leg to stop the bleeding, with Ryusuke still nearly dying despite numerous blood transfusions. Comatose for nearly two days after the collision, Ryusuke found himself without the ability to move on his own - his parents, unfortunately, had not been so lucky, with both dying within minutes of the collision. For months afterwards he was drawn into a deep state of depression, with only the rehabilitation process saving him from complete despair. By the time the entire ordeal had begun to come to a close, Ryusuke had begun focusing on what good had come from it - for starters, he was alive when he had no right to be, and in large part due to the fact that his parents' wills had taken into account that something might happen to them down the line and recent advancements in prosthetics he could hypothetically regain full functionality in day to day life despite the loss of his limbs.

Realizing that life was simply what you made of it and that everyone's time was limited in one way or another, be it by age, chance or otherwise, Ryusuke decided he'd simply make the most he could of the time he had, viewing it as a second chance. Returning to normal classes nearly 10 months after the accident (in large part due to the physical rehabilitation and adjusting to his new, at the time simple prosthetics), Ryusuke was placed in the state's care, delving back into life with a drive rarely seen in people his age, climbing to stand near the top of the student rankings, a position he managed to maintain despite (or due to) his rather stubborn attitude in addition to having to leave the dojo he’d been training at. It wouldn't be until nearly another two years after the event that had lost him his limbs that his life would change once more by the simple act of crossing a street. Ryusuke, at the time with his face buried in a book, had begun to cross the road without realizing that the light had changed, and one of the drivers, unable to see the small child over the hood of the truck, began to move - by the time Ryusuke realized what was going on, moving out of the way wasn't an options. Upon making contact with Ryusuke, however, the laws of physics seemed to simply break - while the vehicle in no way slowed down, it instead suddenly shifted its movement along a 90 degree angle, Newton's Laws be damned. Ryusuke, needless to say, didn't question it at the time, instead running like hell as the vehicle plowed its way through a signpost and into the building beyond it.

Ever the inquisitive one, though, Ryusuke would begin to look back on the event a few days later, and it would be around that time that he would begin to notice similar events around him, if admittedly not on nearly as large a scale - him going to pick up objects only to find them repelled away from his touch, attempting to put things down only to find them magnetized to his hands, etc. From that point on Ryusuke began to experiment with the ability, using trial and error systems to find out how it worked, what made it tick - within a year he believed himself to have all but mastered it, only to bring down his entire wing of the orphenage attempting to push his own limits on his 13th birthday. Not knowing exactly how he'd be received if it was discovered that he was the one responsible, regardless of the fact that no one had been seriously injured, Ryusuke left the scene, starting something of a cross country trek to avoid any kind of connection to the place, practicing and expanding his control over his ability to avoid another incident like it.

Given the kind of attention that such practices tended to attract after the establishment of the Ashford Project, however, especially due in large part to the sudden increase of such awakenings, it wasn't long before trouble found Ryusuke - only five months had passed since his departure from the state run facility before the Project managed to catch up to him over a year later. Classic to form, Ryusuke went somewhat overboard in defending himself - while he knew that he wasn't going to be able to win or escape from whoever was chasing him, that didn't stop Ryusuke from putting over five of his would-be captors in the hospital with his fists alone while resisting being taken into custody, and it was only after being sedated that the teen stopped struggling.

Upon waking up Ryusuke found that he'd been transported while sedated to the Ashford Academy, to be kept there until it was felt he could be safely released back into society at large - Ryusuke, needless to say, had other plans in mind, and soon found his way to the Battle Front after several altercations with other students and the student government.

Behind the Character

Name: Slate

RP Experience: 12 years

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RP Sample:

........ cold. Why was it so cold? Turning his head slightly and pushing himself off of the ground, a repetitive beeping sound emerged from his HUD as the shield bar flashed red, completely depleted from the explosion that had knocked him off of his feet - not an easy thing to do given how downright sturdy Spartans were in full gear, even the somewhat lighter Spartan IIIs. Nicholas once again gave thanks that he'd been given his MJOLNIR suit to replace the SPI armor that the rank and file Spartan IIIs had - he wasn't sure what had caused the explosion, but had it not been for the armor's shields he most likely would've been dead, a fact he was even more sure of when he looked up, pushing himself off of the ground. As he rose into a crouching position, blood that he hadn't noticed before leaking onto the inside of his visor, Nicholas noticed a very large crater in the ground a few meters away. A Lotus mine? Shaking off the disorientation, Nicholas glanced around for his weapon, spotting the compact M7 submachine gun only a foot or two away from where he was. Rising out of his crouch, Nicholas went to grab it just before his entire world shook yet again.

Eyes snapping open and a muffled hissing sound assaulting his ears as what little atmosphere there was in his cryo pod escaped into the vacuum beyond the cracked glass and titanium-steel casing, Nicholas took a moment to understood what was going on before realizing that a number of things were wrong with his surroundings. First and foremost was that there were no lights, a problem he corrected by turning on his suit's VISR system only to immediately realize exactly how utterly wrong things were. Instead of seeing a clean room filled with a number of neatly kept cryogenic pods, the artificial gravity had clearly failed as evidenced by the corpse that was suddenly moving through the air across the room, continuing along its path to impact and rebound from another cryo pod that was clearly leaking atmosphere. Sealing his suit and glancing around the pod for a moment, Nicholas lifted an arm and a leg before shoving them forward against the front of his pod, the front casing cracking even further as the frame bent and came loose, opening a few inches before Nicholas shoved against it again. The second time caused it to detach from the pod entirely, with the bent frame travelling across the room much as the corpse had to rebound from the far side and fly towards the ceiling.

Climbing out of his pod but not releasing his grip from the wall, Nicholas glanced around the room before climbing across the row of pods to reach the next wall that had the room's control board. Halting his momentum again but using another pod as a handhold, Nicholas floated in the null gravity as he quickly manipulated the controls on the interface to bring up a status log of the room, noting grimly that none of the pods read any signs of life. What had happened? The ship obviously hadn't been caught by the Covenant since he would have been killed in his sleep if that were the case, but things were wrong. The ship clearly hadn't reached Earth or another UNSC facility, and it had vented it's atmosphere at some point, something that meant big trouble for him - Spartans were tough, but they couldn't survive vacuum. Even with the MJOLNIR armor he only had about 90 minutes' worth of recycled air before he suffocated. Standing around and thinking about it wouldn't do him much good, though - he was on the clock, and every second counted, assuming there was anywhere nearby that had breathable air, and if not, he was screwed plain and simple. Looking over towards the closed door a few feet to his right, Nicholas turned his attention back towards the interface in front of him and used it to open the hatch, even more worried that no sound of rushing air came to greet him. If only the cryo bay had vented atmo it would have at least bought him time, but that apparently wasn't the case.

Launching himself off of the wall and catching the edge of the doorframe with a hand as he floated by, Nicholas continued to make his way through the transport, noting that there were a number of inanimate corpses silently floating through the rooms and hallways, all of them having died from explosive depressurization. Not the most painless of ways to die, but at the very least they had been quick deaths, and there was still some power flowing throughout the ship, and in passing the ship's armory, intended for last ditch defense efforts from pirates, Nicholas quickly stopped to grab the sniper rifle, sidearm and battle rifle he'd stowed there upon departure from Reach. Placing both the M6C/SOCOM and SRS99D on their magnetic clamps on his right thigh and back, Nicholas kept the battle rifle gripped his left hand as he stuffed as much ammunition and grenades into the pouches and softcases located all over his armor before he left the armory and continued to move towards the front of the ship. As Nicholas entered the bridge he finally saw the source of the breach - nearly all of the thick, armored viewports on the front of the supply vessel's bridge had shattered, crushing a large portion of the room's anterior in the process. There still were, however, a few terminals active, flickering dimly as power continued to drain away. Quickly moving over to one, Nicholas opened the ship's automated log, gritting his teeth in mild frustration at the fact that most of it was corrupted save for the two last, final entries, both marking impact events. The first of which, as clearly evidenced by the bridge's condition, had been responsible for most of the transport's damage, and apart from the hull breach warning there were a dozen other alerts attached to the log file. The second automated entry, however, was much more recent, having occured only within the last few minutes and what had apparently been responsible for waking him from his cryo addled dreams. What was left of the sensors had detected a large, metallic mass approaching before the ship had collided with it, and unlike the first object, the second object and the ship were now connected, likely through the bent and twisted wreckage where the second object had penetrated the transport's thin hull.

Leaving the bridge, Nicholas began moving towards the transport's mid section to examine the damage caused by the second impact, only to stop himself short by grabbing onto a wall's handhold as his luck suddenly took a turn for the better. Wheras Nicholas had been halfway expecting it to be a small rogue asteroid or some other piece of space debris, it had been another ship that the transport had collided with. While the exterior plating of both ships were bent and twisted, resulting in how they were now more or less merged, the torn section of the second, larger ship was venting atmosphere from several cracks in the hull where the plating had buckled. Wedging his rifle in another handhold near the second hull as he moved closer, Nicholas spent a moment considering his options before he decided to go with the most forward approach he could think of. Placing his feet on the hull, Nicholas worked his gauntlented fingers into one of the larger cracks and pulled, hard. While it didn't move as much as he had hoped it would, it did budge a few inches. Encouraged by the result, Nicholas continued to work for several more minutes until he managed to pry off the heavy exterior hull plate, offering near unrestricted access to the weaker interior plating that Nicholas made quick work of in about the same amount of time.

By the time Nicholas had finished the transport's hallway was littered with floating bits of metal and hull plate, and the air that had been rushing out of the gap at first had all but stopped by the time the opening had become large enough to move through. Grabbing his rifle and shutting off his armor's shields to squeeze through the relatively tight opening, Nicholas made note that he was now in the warmly lit space that appeared to the the ship's engine room, and even better than that was the fact that the room's doors had sealed themselves automatically to prevent the loss of further atmosphere, and that he was now able to stand thanks to the operational artificial gravity. Turning off his suit's VISR function and moving towards one of the doors, Nicholas attempted to open one with a control, only to find that it had been automatically locked. Nicholas briefly debated with himself again about the next course of action, only to choose the path he had before, forming his free hand into a fist and smashing the control pad with a steel denting punch and prying the panel off to expose the crushed components and wired beneath it. Crouching down in front of the panel's remains, the Spartan spent the next few minutes stripping and crossing wires at random until he got his desired result, nearly a half an hour after he first woke. As the doors hissed open and fresh air began roaring out, Nicholas picked up his rifle and used the sheer weight of his armor to walk against the flow of air, turning around and using the still intact controls on the other side of the door to close it and halt the escaping atmosphere. As silence settled again, Nicholas glanced away from the door to look down the dimly lit hallway for a moment, switching his battle rifle to a right handed grip and releasing his suit's seal to allow fresh air into his lungs before turning away from the door and beginning to move down the corridor.

[Headmistress Kayla]