Post by Ari Haswari on May 11, 2010 14:13:55 GMT -5
Vitals
Alias: Senka
Nationality: Israeli
Ethnicity: Israeli and Iraqi
Attended School: PHS #774
D.O.B: March 20th, 1992
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Jerusalem, Israel
Height: 5'10
Weight: 168
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Type: AB Positive
Religious Persuasion: Raised to know both Jewish and Muslim
Spoken Languages: Hebrew, Arabic, English
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Persona
Just image for a moment that you see Ari, someone you have fought against fiercely in your recent past, sitting down at outside a cafe quietly reading. He invites you to sit, smiles and talks about your history, no matter how brief, and without so much as a facial twitch or change of tone informs you that there is a bomb strapped under one of the seven tables around him and that you cannot move or the bomb will explode within thirty seconds and you would be responsible for the deaths of ten men and women. Ari stands and turns to leave, and casually mentions as he walks away that he was joking.
Life and death, do you see humor, manipulation, a warning? Or do you run from what could be an impending explosion? This is the dilemma he has become quite adept at placing people around him in.
Ari feels trapped, crushed between two unmovable objects that he is chained to. If he tries to lean too far in either direction he will be torn in half and never be the same again. He has decided that he will reject both, float in the middle until he can cement his change, and proceed to destroy the walls. Meanwhile he needs to feel free, and he does this by placing himself in unnecessary danger, living on the edge as much as he can.
Over the year he spent with Aleece a new side of her persona emerged, nothing so dramatic as something he never suspected was there, simply something he never had the chance to exercise. He proved himself to be a bit distant in speech, but his actions would speak volumes for him as he looked after her while asking very little in return. He proved to be patient, careful, protective, while still retaining the strong presence that guided their relationship respectfully along the limits Aleece had set.
Mentality: Sane but stressed
Ideal: Leave what I care about alone or I will kill you.
Belief: Raised Jewish and Muslim, currently soul searching.
Hobbies: Training himself and Aleece
Talents: Tactics, language, weapons, stealing vehicles, picking locks
Favorite things: Speed (not the drug), caffeine
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Aesthetics
Combat
Years Practiced: Eight Years
Description:Style: Ari's Krav Maga training was to prepare him for situations where losing would be fatal. His attack and defense maneuvers aim to neutralize the threat. These include a variety of fast and fluid crippling attacks to vulnerable body parts through various efficient and often brutal strikes. The improvised use of any available aids was encouraged.
Employing preemptive defensive techniques, changing quickly from defensive into offensive techniques,. respond to an attack with overwhelming force in the quickest time possible, using the most natural, and quickest, reflexes of the body. Exploit the opponent's vulnerabilities to their extreme, employ the aid of any available objects.
His training was extreme and brutal, pushing his body to the point of exhaustion weeks at a time, struggling for survival every day. Taking bruises, breaking bones, and then learning how to compensate to continue fighting. Not only hand to hand techniques but also weaponry training, including improvised weapons and tools, leading him to be anything but a clean fighter. If you fight Ari, be prepared to take permanent damage and risk your life.
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History
Expecting the worst Hasmia ran back to her homeland to raise her son in her own culture, unaware that she was allowed to do this soley so young Ari would be better able to understand the culture he would immerse himself in as an adult. But Ari had no idea what was happening, he was just a child who enjoyed spending time with his half-siblings, being very close with his family as he spent the first ten years of his life with them, while they subtly taught him to hate his Israeli heritage in hopes to turn him against Mossad.
On his tenth birthday this became a futile effort as he was captured in the dead of night and returned to his father, where his intense training in Krav Maga and improvised weaponry was engraved in his body and mind. During these years are when he grew hateful of both his father and mother. He was shown the brutality of both sides of his family. From brutally effective assassinations on one side, to stoning, public executions, and suicide bombing.
Being taught both cultures, religions, values, he found that one was brutally attacking out of hatred, and the other was lashing back with a more subtle brutality out of fear. He found that he felt sympathy for neither, and was all to glad to be given the opportunity to escape the war torn countries in exchange for the relative safety of America after nine years of intense training in both the hands of his Mother and Father.
Having been sent for training, tactics, language, and culture of the American people he integrated quickly, as it was hardly his first time. Each day he felt more distant from their influence, and now he has the freedom from them. They would soon be grateful for their distance from him. Those around him weren't so lucky.
On his first day to school he proved this in spades. Not having his uniforms yet he was wearing a tee shirt and jeans from an outlet mall, and his Israli military boots, and walked into the military academy fully prepared with an improvised flash bomb and a hidden knife. Before he could use either his shirt caught attention of a recruit who clearly had issues, as he took it personally, and threw a vulgar racial slur at Ari and threw a punch.
The resulting struggle lasted mere seconds, during which he broke the students wrist and tore one of his eyes out of it's socket. After a rather casual warning to stay away from him in the future Ari continued on to his class, the few people near by to hear the screams frozen in the face of the ruthlessly efficient retaliation.
Everyone except one. Despite the blood curdling scream and the brutality of his retaliation there was one girl that came up to him, offering him a handkerchief to clean himself up. Politely he took the offered cloth and cleaned off the blood and handed it back, offering her to come along for his next display.
Oddly careful for her safety he went to his first class, covered her eyes, and promptly launched the flash bomb into the classroom. Within a matter of sixty seconds he had leveled nearly half the small classroom. Of course it was a military academy, there was someone with skill that came after him, and fought Ari into a draw before security took charge and rendered him unconscious.
It was an interesting day.
What followed was a series of intense interrogations and beatings, even a public beating that was made a disturbed spectacle as they attempted to make an example of him. He was unimpressed, and took the punishment better then they expected, as within a few days he was back on his feet with little more then a few bruised ribs as a reminder.
Things progressed rather oddly after that first day, and other then a few spare fights with some of the higher skilled fighters he found himself rather uninterested in their training. It wasn't nearly as intensive as it should have been, in his eyes, and so he shifted his focus to a different source. Although it obviously wasn't the last he would hear about the situation.
After a series of encounters with Aleece the two became close, rather abruptly. It started out as an explosion of energy, and tapered off to a lasting attraction throughout the first few months of the school year. He was protective of her even then, going so far as to fight random jerks that would try their cat calls on her, all while
retaining his charming exterior.
But things just didn't progress naturally, as they never officially started dating, even though he expressed interest and she clearly enjoyed his presence under most circumstances. But actions have consequences, and during a rather important stretch of time he was dragged off in a black van, figuratively, and spent a few weeks being interrogated by men in suits until he was finally released thanks to a telegraph containing a rather high ranking apology.
Another few days were spent away, during which he was sent on a rather secretive assignment. At the end of which he returned to campus after his weeks long absence, only to have his phone ring. On the other end of the line was a rather dry sounding woman who informed him that he was being contacted for an emergency concerning Aleece. Fearing the worse he rushed to the hospital, on a stolen motorcycle.
Over the course of the evening he took complete responsibility for the shaken Aleece, offering to be whatever she needed. He looked after her closely, got her out of the hospital the next morning, and set them up in an off the radar apartment for their comfort. Over the following days and weeks he was carefully pushing her to heal, bringing her into public places, forging friendships with a local business, began to train with her, and even picked out a dog for protection. Of course it started out as a puppy, so it was used more for an alarm and pet then anything at first, but he would steadily train it over the coming months.
School became a rare thing to attend for either of them, and collapsed under it's own weight under the speculated murders on campus. During the chaos that followed they began the process of finding out where they would transfer to, while they focused attention on finding the infamous J.T.. It took several weeks to finally stumble onto him, and after brutal exchange with him Ari gave Aleece the opportunity to choose. how to deal with him.
Once that ordeal was over they searched for a new school, and finally decided on staying in California and moving to a different district. Again he would set up an apartment for them, using his questionable funds to keep them in moderate comfort and seclusion while they waited for the paperwork to be finished and be officially transferred to PHS #772.
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Living Status Information
Roommates: N/A
Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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Base Stats
Dexterity:15
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 15
Bio Approval: "Must be made of something weak...like Raditz."
Transfer,
Ari
Strength: D - 2
Dexterity: B - 4
Constitution: D - 2
Wisdom: B - 4
Broke 50 posts: +1 Upgrade Point, +5 exp x$100 = $500
The above was from a discussion with Ryan last night.
Alias: Senka
Nationality: Israeli
Ethnicity: Israeli and Iraqi
Attended School: PHS #774
D.O.B: March 20th, 1992
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Jerusalem, Israel
Height: 5'10
Weight: 168
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Type: AB Positive
Religious Persuasion: Raised to know both Jewish and Muslim
Spoken Languages: Hebrew, Arabic, English
[/ul]
Persona
Just image for a moment that you see Ari, someone you have fought against fiercely in your recent past, sitting down at outside a cafe quietly reading. He invites you to sit, smiles and talks about your history, no matter how brief, and without so much as a facial twitch or change of tone informs you that there is a bomb strapped under one of the seven tables around him and that you cannot move or the bomb will explode within thirty seconds and you would be responsible for the deaths of ten men and women. Ari stands and turns to leave, and casually mentions as he walks away that he was joking.
Life and death, do you see humor, manipulation, a warning? Or do you run from what could be an impending explosion? This is the dilemma he has become quite adept at placing people around him in.
Ari feels trapped, crushed between two unmovable objects that he is chained to. If he tries to lean too far in either direction he will be torn in half and never be the same again. He has decided that he will reject both, float in the middle until he can cement his change, and proceed to destroy the walls. Meanwhile he needs to feel free, and he does this by placing himself in unnecessary danger, living on the edge as much as he can.
Over the year he spent with Aleece a new side of her persona emerged, nothing so dramatic as something he never suspected was there, simply something he never had the chance to exercise. He proved himself to be a bit distant in speech, but his actions would speak volumes for him as he looked after her while asking very little in return. He proved to be patient, careful, protective, while still retaining the strong presence that guided their relationship respectfully along the limits Aleece had set.
Mentality: Sane but stressed
Ideal: Leave what I care about alone or I will kill you.
Belief: Raised Jewish and Muslim, currently soul searching.
Hobbies: Training himself and Aleece
Talents: Tactics, language, weapons, stealing vehicles, picking locks
Favorite things: Speed (not the drug), caffeine
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Aesthetics
- Head: Ari has a well formed jawline that forms neatly into the rest of his face, unpronounced cheek bones, a straight-ridged nose with a slight dip at the end. His ears are average in size, and framed with a well groomed black hair, cropped shorter after it was used against him in a fight. His neck bears a small amount of corded muscle, but is neither bulky nor strained by it.
- Eye color: His iris' are a striking gray and the white of his eyes stand out quite handsomely considering his slightly darker completion.
- Hair: Black, cut shorter once moved into Knox, usually a few inches of length, usually just tousled and ignored. Ari has a thin mustache, near goatee, with a thin train from his bottom lip down to his chin. Will grow black stubble across his jaw if he neglects shaving.
- Torso: Toned and trim, no real real bulk. He has prominent pectorals and a well defined stomach. The muscles pulled tight around his ribs have been built ore for accepting the strain of quick twists of the upper body rather than blows. His collarbones and shoulders are defined, muscle from the neck to the shoulder are clearly visible, as well for his back, as rigorously worked trimmed his body to be highly fit. Has a foot long scar along his back, a straight forty five degree scar in the middle of his back.
- Arms: Slim, slightly toned. His muscles are usually described as wiry, even though the muscles are clearly visible. But as he's not as bulked or toned as a body builder his arm strength remains deceptive. The ridges of muscle are dense, and as a result of conditioning is clearly built for speed. He has built callouses on his elbows through frequent strikes.
- Hands: Calloused on the knuckles and the heel of his palms, with appropriate sized digits. His knuckles are pronounced more than average, making his impacts feel much more like bone rather than the meat of the hand when he strikes. There is a scar across the back of his fingers, old enough that it is no longer gruesome.
- Legs: Ari's legs are built uniquely because of his training. Needing both speed and endurance he followed training in such a way that he can perform explosive bursts of speed in short distances, but in any long distance situations he will rely more on his endurance. His knees have become callous due to various knee strikes he's practiced thousands of times.
- Feet: Average in size, no outstanding markings. The soles of his feet have built up thick layers of skin due to barefoot training, and has deadened the nerves by walking over thorns, conditioning himself to the pain.
Clothing: - Collared Shirt open with undershirts
- Tee Shirts
- Jeans
- Cargo Pants
Combat
Years Practiced: Eight Years
Description:Style: Ari's Krav Maga training was to prepare him for situations where losing would be fatal. His attack and defense maneuvers aim to neutralize the threat. These include a variety of fast and fluid crippling attacks to vulnerable body parts through various efficient and often brutal strikes. The improvised use of any available aids was encouraged.
Employing preemptive defensive techniques, changing quickly from defensive into offensive techniques,. respond to an attack with overwhelming force in the quickest time possible, using the most natural, and quickest, reflexes of the body. Exploit the opponent's vulnerabilities to their extreme, employ the aid of any available objects.
His training was extreme and brutal, pushing his body to the point of exhaustion weeks at a time, struggling for survival every day. Taking bruises, breaking bones, and then learning how to compensate to continue fighting. Not only hand to hand techniques but also weaponry training, including improvised weapons and tools, leading him to be anything but a clean fighter. If you fight Ari, be prepared to take permanent damage and risk your life.
[/ul]
History
Expecting the worst Hasmia ran back to her homeland to raise her son in her own culture, unaware that she was allowed to do this soley so young Ari would be better able to understand the culture he would immerse himself in as an adult. But Ari had no idea what was happening, he was just a child who enjoyed spending time with his half-siblings, being very close with his family as he spent the first ten years of his life with them, while they subtly taught him to hate his Israeli heritage in hopes to turn him against Mossad.
On his tenth birthday this became a futile effort as he was captured in the dead of night and returned to his father, where his intense training in Krav Maga and improvised weaponry was engraved in his body and mind. During these years are when he grew hateful of both his father and mother. He was shown the brutality of both sides of his family. From brutally effective assassinations on one side, to stoning, public executions, and suicide bombing.
Being taught both cultures, religions, values, he found that one was brutally attacking out of hatred, and the other was lashing back with a more subtle brutality out of fear. He found that he felt sympathy for neither, and was all to glad to be given the opportunity to escape the war torn countries in exchange for the relative safety of America after nine years of intense training in both the hands of his Mother and Father.
Having been sent for training, tactics, language, and culture of the American people he integrated quickly, as it was hardly his first time. Each day he felt more distant from their influence, and now he has the freedom from them. They would soon be grateful for their distance from him. Those around him weren't so lucky.
On his first day to school he proved this in spades. Not having his uniforms yet he was wearing a tee shirt and jeans from an outlet mall, and his Israli military boots, and walked into the military academy fully prepared with an improvised flash bomb and a hidden knife. Before he could use either his shirt caught attention of a recruit who clearly had issues, as he took it personally, and threw a vulgar racial slur at Ari and threw a punch.
The resulting struggle lasted mere seconds, during which he broke the students wrist and tore one of his eyes out of it's socket. After a rather casual warning to stay away from him in the future Ari continued on to his class, the few people near by to hear the screams frozen in the face of the ruthlessly efficient retaliation.
Everyone except one. Despite the blood curdling scream and the brutality of his retaliation there was one girl that came up to him, offering him a handkerchief to clean himself up. Politely he took the offered cloth and cleaned off the blood and handed it back, offering her to come along for his next display.
Oddly careful for her safety he went to his first class, covered her eyes, and promptly launched the flash bomb into the classroom. Within a matter of sixty seconds he had leveled nearly half the small classroom. Of course it was a military academy, there was someone with skill that came after him, and fought Ari into a draw before security took charge and rendered him unconscious.
It was an interesting day.
What followed was a series of intense interrogations and beatings, even a public beating that was made a disturbed spectacle as they attempted to make an example of him. He was unimpressed, and took the punishment better then they expected, as within a few days he was back on his feet with little more then a few bruised ribs as a reminder.
Things progressed rather oddly after that first day, and other then a few spare fights with some of the higher skilled fighters he found himself rather uninterested in their training. It wasn't nearly as intensive as it should have been, in his eyes, and so he shifted his focus to a different source. Although it obviously wasn't the last he would hear about the situation.
After a series of encounters with Aleece the two became close, rather abruptly. It started out as an explosion of energy, and tapered off to a lasting attraction throughout the first few months of the school year. He was protective of her even then, going so far as to fight random jerks that would try their cat calls on her, all while
retaining his charming exterior.
But things just didn't progress naturally, as they never officially started dating, even though he expressed interest and she clearly enjoyed his presence under most circumstances. But actions have consequences, and during a rather important stretch of time he was dragged off in a black van, figuratively, and spent a few weeks being interrogated by men in suits until he was finally released thanks to a telegraph containing a rather high ranking apology.
Another few days were spent away, during which he was sent on a rather secretive assignment. At the end of which he returned to campus after his weeks long absence, only to have his phone ring. On the other end of the line was a rather dry sounding woman who informed him that he was being contacted for an emergency concerning Aleece. Fearing the worse he rushed to the hospital, on a stolen motorcycle.
Over the course of the evening he took complete responsibility for the shaken Aleece, offering to be whatever she needed. He looked after her closely, got her out of the hospital the next morning, and set them up in an off the radar apartment for their comfort. Over the following days and weeks he was carefully pushing her to heal, bringing her into public places, forging friendships with a local business, began to train with her, and even picked out a dog for protection. Of course it started out as a puppy, so it was used more for an alarm and pet then anything at first, but he would steadily train it over the coming months.
School became a rare thing to attend for either of them, and collapsed under it's own weight under the speculated murders on campus. During the chaos that followed they began the process of finding out where they would transfer to, while they focused attention on finding the infamous J.T.. It took several weeks to finally stumble onto him, and after brutal exchange with him Ari gave Aleece the opportunity to choose. how to deal with him.
Once that ordeal was over they searched for a new school, and finally decided on staying in California and moving to a different district. Again he would set up an apartment for them, using his questionable funds to keep them in moderate comfort and seclusion while they waited for the paperwork to be finished and be officially transferred to PHS #772.
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Living Status Information
Roommates: N/A
Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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| Placement | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | N/A |
| Earrings | N/A |
| Glasses | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | N/A |
| Jacket/Coat | N/A |
| Neck | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | N/A |
| Wrist | N/A |
| Gloves | N/A |
| Ring | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | N/A |
| Shin | N/A |
| Shoes | N/A |
| Belt | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | N/A |
| 2 | N/A |
Base Stats
Dexterity:15
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 15
Bio Approval: "Must be made of something weak...like Raditz."
Transfer,
Ari
Strength: D - 2
Dexterity: B - 4
Constitution: D - 2
Wisdom: B - 4
Broke 50 posts: +1 Upgrade Point, +5 exp x$100 = $500
The above was from a discussion with Ryan last night.
