Real Name: Dontrelle Jackson
Main Alias: The Jamurai
Alternate Aliases: The Don, The D-Train
Age: 17
Residence: Miami, FL
Race/Nationality: Human/African-American
Height: Somewhere between 5'9" to 5'11"
Weight: About 140 lb
Appearance: Standard clothing of the ghetto. Always sporting black dreadlocks, mostly sticking out every which way (gravity need not apply :P ). Dark skintone. Brown eyes. Fairly tight face. Slight muscle build. Katana sheath strapped to his left side. Voice somewhere between a tenor and a bass.
Personality: Mellow and relaxed, even when serious or in battle. Always has a sense of humor, dire situation or not. Never afraid to tell you something straight-up. An occasional smartass. Pure-hearted with an unbreakable will. Always looks out for the little guy. Secluded, yet open. Isn't afraid to be humiliated. Respectful and chivalrous. Very resourceful. Listens to rap/hip-hop, reggae, and blues. Shrewd, unorthodox, and an all-around risk-taker. Very clear and easy to understand, regardless of a doctorate in ebonics. Single ( ;) ).
Abilities: Well-rounded in speed and power, but has a reputation for insane speed, so power will tend to match. Trained rigorously in two-handed swordplay and Tae Kwon Do; self-taught in Capoeira and Jeet Kune Do. No magic ability (he's Catholic; whadjya expect?), but highly efficient in ki. Movements are fluid and tend to blend into each other effortlessly. The baddest break-dancer and streetballer in the projects.
History:
Born and raised in the projects, Dontrelle slowly grew up the hard way: learning to fight for himself, do whatever he and his family could to keep afloat, and that perseverance will get him out of the ghetto. He grew attached to it, and he learned to grow with it. Sometime in his early teenage years, he took a liking to Capoeira and Jeet Kune Do, and he began teaching himself.
Just nearby the ghetto was a tight row of shops. Dontrelle would always go the small quick-stop shop there to meet Mr. Miyogi, the elderly shopkeeper, for two reasons: one, since the two were incredibly good friends, and Dontrelle was his best customer, he always got a free bag of Doritos with every visit; second, Mr. Miyogi was his martial arts teacher. He was taught and disciplined in Tae Kwon Do and the code of the samurai alongside two-handed swordplay with the katana. When his training was completed, he gave himself the nickname of the Jamurai. It stuck ever since.
When he hit the halfway mark during his 16th year, all his family and Mr. Miyogi died. All on the same day. His mom and dad were riding in the car when they got into a terrible head-on accident; the other driver was unscathed, despite not wearing a seatbelt, whereas Dontrelle's parents were wearing a seatbelt and were killed outright. His older brother Jamal, who was on the Miami P.D., was killed in the line of duty during a drug sting; the bullet went cleanly through the double-padded bulletproof vest. Grandma and Grandpa died immediately in the church due to a heart attack; however, they were known to be in perfect health. And Mr. Miyogi was shot twice during a robbery; they say he put up a small struggle, but Dontrelle knew that he fought off and prevented 12 armed robberies in his store with his bare hands.
Dontrelle was home alone when he heard the news 6 hours later, and he completely broke down. After he calmed down, he thought it over and realized that these deaths weren't coincidence; he got the feeling that it was something much more sinister than the local thugs.
After getting to the shop, which was already looked over by police and had the body removed, he felt something from the back room. When he went in, he saw an altar against the back wall; the blade of his tutor sat in the center with a note attached. The note, written by Miyogi, said that he had a dark feeling this would happen. the events would be caused by the forces of pure darkness, not the locals. He handed over the right to wield his blade to Dontrelle. It will conform to you, it said, and my soul will live inside to guide you. The Jamurai was skeptical at first, but he unsheathed the blade anyways. Miyogi was right. The sword's grip and weight immediately changed to become the perfect sword for Dontrelle. It glowed white, and Miyogi's voice suddenly echoed from within the metal. He said this sword shall be handled by only the Jamurai, and it can't harm him. The sword was forged to be virtually impossible to destroy and incredibly sharp to slice an atom into pieces. He finally said that he will assist in guiding the blade before withdrawing within the sword. After the glow died down, and after swiping the air several times, he sheathed the blade and attached it to his left side. He swore himself to the side of good and vowed to destroy evil wherever it showed up.
