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Apr. 24th, 2009 | 10:27 pm
posted by: tsuyosaoboetai in long_live_rpg

Please post here with your character's Name, Age, and History from your application. Make sure to post your character history in the appropriate letter according to their first name!

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Jayden Mackenzie

A

from: tsuyosaoboetai
date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

B

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:31 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
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Jayden Mackenzie

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Kensei Muguruma

from: sparks_will_f1y
date: May. 19th, 2009 07:51 pm (UTC)
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Kensei was born out of wedlock, the son of a young woman who had been seduced by a roaming sailor from the Eastern camp. His mother, Amaya, ended up marrying a young soldier from the Northern camp when he was just over a year old. Never telling the boy that he was an illegitimate child, Tatsuya Muguruma raised Kensei as his own, teaching him about the military he loved so much. Kensei grew up wanting to be just like the man he knew as his father who had, over the years, risen to a high-ranking officer position.



Kensei got his first job as a stable boy for the Northern camp when he was only ten years old. While Tatsuya was with his troops, his son would be mucking stalls and being taught various things about horses by the stable’s staff and farrier. He shoed his first horse at age twelve and even helped in the foaling of several of the military’s horse stock. When he was thirteen, he assisted first-hand in the birth of a black percheron colt. The pair instantly bonded and the head of the stables put Kensei in charge of his training and care. He was even given the honor of naming the new foal, who after a week of thought was dubbed Tachikaze,



At age fifteen, he began to dabble in the art of bladesmithing, hammering out crude knives and daggers in the stable’s forge. The farrier there would give him scraps of metal to toy with, watching as the young man improved year after year.



When he was finally eighteen, Kensei enlisted. Throwing himself eagerly into training, he still found time to visit the stables, if only to visit Tachikaze, who he had been officially assigned to.



Life was going perfectly for Kensei, until his father was killed in action by a group of people opposed to the government. It was only then did his mother finally tell him that Tatsuya was not his birth father. His world was turned upside down with the news and the loss of the man who had raised him as his own. His happy demeanor vanished, leaving a stoic, stern man who focused only on his work.



It would only get worse for him, as after seven years of loyal service as a low-ranking officer in charge of a small division of troops, he was framed for disloyalty to the Emperor. Having few rights and no hard evidence to prove his innocence, Kensei was dishonorably discharged from the military he had spent his entire life devoted to. Using most of his savings, he purchased Tachikaze, packed up his few possessions, and left the First Tier.

Feeling betrayed and lost, Kensei grew bitter against the government that had done nothing to help clear his name. He was quietly opposed to them, however, unlike the monsters that had killed his father, and merely wanted changes made, though not by military force.



He finally settled in a remote farming village that was in need of a blacksmith and farrier on the outskirts of the Third Tier, using the last of his money to buy a forge and the building to put it in. When not making his living shoeing horses and fixing farming gear, Kensei worked on his skills in forging blades, ranging from throwing knives to ornate military swords. His talent increased over the years, and news of his skill traveled by word-of-mouth all the way to the Palace. The village still spoke of the unfortunate Palace representative who had been ordered to commission a sword for a commander two years after Kensei had been kicked out; the enraged blacksmith’s shouted curses were heard the next town over and the Imperial employee was sent on his way rather quickly in a hail of thrown rocks and anything else Kensei could chuck at him. He still receives requests from them, though now in mail format.



Kensei is quietly content in his current life, far from the military that betrayed his trust and the factories and machines he hates.

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Jayden Mackenzie

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from: tsuyosaoboetai
date: Apr. 25th, 2009 02:36 am (UTC)
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Mashiro Kuna

Mashiro Kuna

from: clear4landing
date: May. 5th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
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Born in another country to the North of Tenkuni, Mashiro was adopted when she was two years old by Saiyoko and Takashi Kuna. They were a wonderfully pleasant couple whom had been married for roughly seven years by the time they chose Mashiro from the pack of children. The orphanage Mashiro had been brought to prior adoption was a nice little place toward the edge of a clean city. It was a very respectable home that housed children between the ages of newborn and fourteen. The woman who ran the setup was a kind lady who had a keen eye that watched the men and women, both in singles and pairs, come in to meet the children. She knew which of “her” children would fit with which person. It was her sixth sense that brought the Kuna’s to Mashiro on afternoon in the middle of summer.

The weather was beautiful, says her mother. While the young lady now knows her parents are adoptive, she continues to call them “mother” and “father” for that is what they are. She was too young to remember her real parents who birthed her and left her at the orphanage. Knowing nothing else, she has no qualms with either Saiyoko or Takashi as both are great people who she loves with all of her heart. Since she was small they let her do what she liked when it was safe, and even let her take a few risks. Before the age of five her mother said she had obtained every bump and bruise possible. At the age of seven they relocated to the beautiful Tenkuni when Takashi was forced to find a new job. Being a mechanic, it wasn’t difficult.

Living in the Second Tier as a child was like living in a toy store. There was always something to do, something new to play with, or something to discover. Mashiro, being a curious young thing, enjoyed her daily walks with Saiyoko after daycare let out. Saiyoko worked as a cloth draper in a local clothing store. All of her daughter’s clothes were made by her hand—nothing else would do. Every day that was blessed with good weather led the pair to walks through the main streets. Sometimes, when it wasn’t so nice outside, Mashiro would be taken over to the garage where her father worked. She enjoyed watching him get dirty working at mobile machines, new aero-crafts, and vehicles. By ten she was fascinated with the world of technology and only wanted to know more.

It reflected in her schoolwork.

At school Mashiro was just above average when it came to mathematics and science. Her parents were so proud. She could draw damn straight lines without a straightedge and count well above that her peers could. Adding, subtracting, multiplying, and division was easy for her. She got A’s on all of her work. But music and art, as well as some reading, suffered. While Mashiro could match colors well enough, outside of drawing perfect triangles or circles she wasn’t all that great at the artistic aspect. Music was a complete flop, all her notes sounding sour no matter how hard she tried to play them properly. And reading was difficult for most of her friends, but she was slightly more behind than the rest.

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Mashiro Kuna

Re: Mashiro Kuna

from: clear4landing
date: May. 5th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
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Mashiro didn’t mind, though. Reading wasn’t all that important if she could talk just fine. Besides, she read other languages. Being from another country, the language of Tenkuni became her second language. Around the house, even today, she speaks her first tongue with her parents. Not only that, but mathematics is considered a language to many people; one that cannot be learned so easily. Reading was not something that worried Mashiro when she was interested mainly in building. Instructions. Who needed those? So as she grew older and her Language Arts grade only remained consistently fair, she assured her parents it would all be fine. Fair, the equivalent of a C in some countries, as passable. Passable meant she didn’t have to take the course again. She was set.

At fifteen, when students were given the choice of higher education or military experience, Mashiro fought for work in the Western Camp. She wanted to be a mechanic like her father and fly aero-crafts. They would not, however, allowed a young female like herself to enter the Academy of Flight. Those jerks. While her mother tried to console her, telling her that they were only protecting her fragile body, Mashiro wasn’t about to give up. She was stubborn and spent weeks thinking about how to get around this. Finally, she hatched a hair-brained plan that actually worked. Through connections her father had with men at the Academy and a well-done haircut, Mashiro turned herself into a boy. Saiyoko never approved of such rash decisions, especially ones that could cost her baby girl her life! But Takashi always supported their daughter, despite any shortcomings in ideas. If it failed, he could save her. His friends would not allow her to be hurt.

So Mashiro attending the Academy of Flight as a boy and for five years kept up her charade. By the end, most of her instructors knew her secret. They liked her because she was so personable and sweet, not to mention helpful. Her secret was kept safe with them. Only a few of her friends knew about her really being a girl. One, a cute boy named Tomohiro, developed a crush on her. While they still remain friends, Mashiro does not return his affection—though she is well aware of it. It’s just something she cannot do. After spending five years in close quarters with him, pretending to be a boy and doing all sorts of crazy things, she can’t look at Tomohiro with the eyes of a lover.

Graduating near the top of her class, though nowhere close to perfect, Mashiro received her Aviator’s Pin. Proud of herself, she began working the next day at the same garage as her father. The men weren’t sure they approved of her being around them all day, but they couldn’t deny the fact that she was crafty. When she wasn’t complaining about having grease in her hair, that is. They made her tie it up or put on a hat if she was going to work on anything too messy. Safety always came first when it came to Mashiro in relation to heavy, sharp, or remotely dangerous objects. She was a bit clumsy now and again. But she did do more work than some of the older men around the shop because she was young and spirited. One afternoon, however, a man came round to have a pair of wings “fixed.” It being one of Miss Kuna’s specialties, she offered to fix it herself.

The man was no ordinary fellow. He worked for the government and had been hired to investigate the case of a female who had been part of the Academy. The moment he saw Mashiro he knew she was the culprit of undermining the law because of the pin she had fashioned into a necklace. He accused her of wronging the Emperor himself because of her lies and was sentenced to ten years in jail for her crimes. Unable to talk her way out of this mess, she ran out the backdoor while strapping a jetpack to her back and flying off. She would call her parents when she found somewhere safe to hide. Until then, she was going to disappear.

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