Name of Character in The World: Iro

Name of the Real World player: Fu-Touei

Age (Real World Player): 22

Class: Twin Blade

Appearance: As opposed to his appearance in the real world, which is completely average and in no way peculiar, Iro inspires uncertainty and an overall sense of discomfort in those around him without putting forth any effort at all. His skin is almost unbearably pale, accented unfairly by darker clothing which provides an unwelcomed bit of contrast. His lips are thin, and his teeth are always showing from an awkward partial grin; one never does get the feeling, however, that Iro is ever actually smiling. His cheek bones are well defined due to a thin facial structure, yet his jawline is anything but prominent. Iro is nothing special to look at, yet one will find themselves almost inadvertantly staring at him for a moment in casual passing. Iro wears a black tank top with slightly faded yellow designs around the bottom half of the shirt. His pants are baggy about the thighs, yet remain functionally taut at the waist preventing them from sagging past his rear and taper off past the knees to eliminate the look of a uncouth bagginess. Iro wears a elbow length glove on his right hand with leather buckles at the elbow, wrist, and mid-forearm allowing him to tighten the accessory at will. Wrapped around his right hand at all times is a metal necklace with a peculiar symbol hanging from it that he twirls around subconsciously when in deep thought. Iro keeps a dark blue jacket on only halfway most of the time. Usually, his left arm is in the jacket, though sometimes he keeps only his left elbow in, allowing his arm to rest against his chest with the sleeve lying limp at his left side. The right side of his jacket almost never is on, and he leaves it hanging behind him, swaying at the back of his legs. The jacket has bright, thin yellow striping running down the zipper and outlining the pockets of the jacket, which are at the stomach. His jacket conveniently conceals his weapons at all times, which he sheathes at his left hip, and in the small of his back, an unorthodox position, yet one he's come to be familiar with. Iro wears a light, yet sturdy pair of boots of the same faded yellow color as the designs on his tank top with varying black trim and grey metallic buckles.

Eye Color: Iro's eyes are a bright yellow color outlined in a silvery gray that fades outward to black.

Height: Iro stands at a sometimes imposing 6'1.

Hair Color: Long black hair that almost gives off a purple tinge.

Personality: Iro's thoughts never match up with his actions or facial expressions. Though his appearance is at times unsettling, his personality is actually tolerable and though he is often reluctant to be so off the bat, even friendly. He's not quiet, yet he chooses not to waste words, and often thinks for a bit longer than the average person before responding to anything. This can often contribute more to the awkward discomfort he inadvertantly gives off. Most people get used to this after knowing Iro for a while, and absently write it off as just an average personality quirk. Iro also has the tendency to stare at people when he's not talking to them, and look down or away when he is. He always has irrationally felt that his eyes were a gateway into his mind that was all too easily accessible. And he has plenty to hide. Iro is a frighteningly good liar, has impeccable improvisational skills, and has developed an overwhelmingly radical sense of justice vicariously through one of his most deranged, yet well hidden personality traits. Iro is completely obsessed with murder. And not just the idea of it. No. Doing it. The act in itself is liberating to him. And in the real world, that is his secret. He has killed on numerous occassions. The acts, in themselves, were nothing simple and cowardly. He sedates or paralyzes his victims and then takes them somewhere where he can cut them limb from limb and then dispose of the body. But not before allowing them to come to consciousness. Not before telling them why it is happening to them. Not before he is sure they understand why they have to die. Truly understand. And though he has almost always operated by a self-developed code only allowing him to murder those who have taken the life of an innocent, recently he has been unable to control his impulses, and has strayed from the path. Recently, his bloodlust is almost uncontrollable.

Equipment:
Weapon
Steel Blades (Tiger Claws)

Armor
Bandana (Repth)
Leather Coat (Gan Zot)
Wristbands (Juk Rom)
Sandals (None)

Spells:
-Tiger Claws (10 SP)
-Gan Zot (20 SP)
-Juk Rom (10 SP)
-Repth (10 SP)

How it all began... We all have secrets. They wade in the shallow waters of our consciousness hidden behind a veil of purpose, a facade of personality, an air of self-conviction. Always near to the surface, at least inwardly, yet never quite visible. Why is it, then, that the most powerful, the most potentially damaging, embarassing, or explosive secrets manage to unequivocably stir those pools, causing unrest? The more one focuses on keeping tame such a menacing, harmful beast, the more often they will find themselves scarred by the angry backlash. A secret so immense can eat away at even the best of men as it claws its way to the surface. Fu-Touei had purpose. He was studying forensics at the prestigious Keio University in Tokyo. He had personality. Enough to be at least remotely popular. Enough to occassionally have a girlfriend. Even to have sexual relationships with some good looking ones. And he certainly seemed to be convincingly normal. But more and more, he looked at people as things. As bodies. Sex was becoming more and more infrequent, as he had trouble keeping out thoughts like, "What sort of face would you make if I cut off your arm?" Or... "How loud would you gargle if I sliced your throat?" He had trouble feeling a woman as anything more than a specimen. The arousal was there, but sometimes he wondered what he was truly aroused about.

The only true relationship Fu-Touei actually had, was with a little eight-year old blind girl named Kirimi that lived on his floor in his apartment building. She was the only person he allowed in his apartment, mostly because she couldn't see the grisly tools he kept lying around. She couldn't put two and two together with the mysterious disappearances mentioned on the news, the morbid details released by the police about the murders and disposals, and the uncanny resemblance with the items kept around his house. It was sad, really. The closest thing he had to a friend was a child.

The World actually found its way into Fu-Touei's mind twice randomly. And even then several weeks passed before he actually considered looking into it. The first time was on an advertising billboard in the subway in Tokyo. He had climbed aboard the train at a stop near the Deli close to his ex-girlfriend's apartment. Once every few months, Fu-Touei made his way over to that side of town after work to order a massive order of meat and cheese that would inevitably begin to rot long before he finished it. It wasn't until sitting down on the train again for the return trip that he noticed the sign for the game hanging on the wall. Supposedly, the game was a humongous gaming community. A virtual gaming community. Interesting He thought. He imagined just how virtual the game was. Just how realistic. And then fell asleep.

The second instance was several days later. An article about the game on a television news program. He witnessed testimony from some of the game's players mentioning that the game was really just as detailed as every day life. It was it's own world. One person even when as far as to say it was literally like leaving one life and entering another one. "A complete escape from the pressures of everyday life." Fu-Touei put a lot more thought into the game after watching this one. It was mostly harmless daydreaming, but he couldn't help but enjoy the thought of another life. An anonymous one where he could be himself. Where he could interact with people without the subtle, homicidal reactions elicited by close human interaction in his real life. A place where he wouldn't have to work hard to be something else. That part would be done for him simply by joining the game.

It was nearly a month after the television program. Fu-Touei was walking home with a box containing 'The World'. The key to his great escape. He planned to take himself out of one game, and put himself into another. The straw that broke the camel's back? He had killed an innocent. He had murdered someone close to him because he had been sloppy. He'd shared too much of himself. He'd failed to keep his mask held firmly to his face, and his hand had been forced. He'd committed a murder outside of his code.

While the game was installed, Fu-Touei shoved the oversized garbage back containing Kirimi's dismembered body into a large green trunk with leather trimming. He would dispose of the body as usual around 12:30 AM when the building's superintendant and resident security guard went on his nightly run to the Adult Movie store for a new means of all-night entertainment. Until then, Fu-Touei decided, it was time he began another life. He followed the on screen instructions for creating his character, and slid his VR Helmet on upon completion. If it weren't for the stench, he wouldn't have ever stopped to take the trunk to the lake.

Your story could use a spell check here and there, but it otherwise looks very well done. Morbid and macabre, but very well done. I'll see if I can't nudge a powdered wig in your direction to get the Registration okay'd and you started.

I scanned through and fixed a few errors. I write in Notepad, so those errors often slip by me. I appreciate your response, and look forward to starting.

I'm usually a stickler for there being dialogue in your sample too... But this looks good enough that I'm going to assume you know what you're doing over there, too.

Welcome to The World!

Please post a copy of your reg in the Character Profiles, etc, carry on!