Juraiya Urameshi

[Juraiya]

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Name: Juraiya Urameshi
Nickname/Alias: Urameshi
Renowned Alias: The Mazaku
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:
Juraiya is five foot, ten inches tall when standing straight (without taking into account his hair). His build can be described of a slim, compact form. His body is not lacking muscle density, however he has chosen to refine and strengthen the muscles he has without bulking out. He weighs approximately 175lbs, containing a 5.7 body fat percentage. Due to this rather low percentage when taking into account both his weight and his size, he comes across as a very compact and strong individual.

Juraiya has long, jet black hair that reaches just past his waist. It often contains itself in its own wild and crazy mess, having been tamed for years to remain out of his face even in the most dire of combat situations. His upper body is littered with scars that appear to have ritualistic meanings behind them, and he claims they are symbols that keep him connected to his demon ancestry (this ancestry has never been proven.)  His eyes are a dark, smooth brown that could be described as a rich mahogany, often times giving gleams of red when the light is perfect. His cheeks hold light, but present lines from smiling throughout the years.

His clothing is of a martial arts garb, loose but well fitting white pants that appear naturally constricted around his waist and ankles to allow movement without losing track of the fabric that keeps him decent. His shirt is a cloth that, when laid flat, appears to be an X in shape. This cloth covers his stomach for the most part, wrapping around his shoulders and giving breathing room to both his lower sides and just below his shoulders, offering no sleeves or anything resembling such that would hinder his movements. Wrapped around the top of his pants (and keeping the bottom of the shirt from flying around while he moves) is a wrapped yellow cloth that serves as a belt, tied in such a way to ensure it will not fall of with movements.

Juraiya's face is often times looks serious, almost even irritated, when not doing anything. So much so that it is necessary to add it to the physical description of him, as it is what his facial expression is when not doing something specific. Beneath his right eye is the tiniest of scars, a small nick from when he sparred with a friend in childhood. On his chest, the left side where one would deem the heart to be, is a larger scar that looks as if it had been pierced at one point, left to heal crudely.

Personality: Juraiya grew up with an absent father, and a mother who was always off somewhere getting drunk. The few people who grew up around him were cruel and despicable people. With an extremely neglectful environment being the spawn of who he is as a person, he is short tempered, impulsive, and enjoys intimidating those who are already afraid of him. Beneath his bold and cocky attitude, however, there is a lighthearted and kind nature.

Short Tempered: Juraiya is fairly short tempered, though luckily his small fuse is only tied to a firecracker. Unfortunately, that firecracker can be quick to light the much larger set of fireworks that lie just behind it. Analogies aside, Juraiya is quick to get irritated and annoyed at disrespect and those who are as hard-headed as he is. This temper usually only equates to smart assed comments or a punch to the back of the head, though it can quickly evolve into someone getting the shit knocked out of them if they are not careful.

Impulsive: To live life on a whim is one of life's most carnal pleasures. While he will certainly help plan ahead if need be, he will revel in the spontaneity that comes from living. Quick to stray from the set of actions that were to be put into motion by the temptations of the "Now", he will often times find himself just jumping off the cliff of life into a fog of experience.

Intimidation: Due to his upbringing, Juraiya isn't one to pass up the bargaining chip that is intimidation. If someone is already afraid of him (rightfully so), or do not know him well enough to have formed an opinion, he will jump at the chance to flex his influence on them. Those who are intimidated will know to stay back, and those who know to stay back will mean one less to deal with if shit goes south.

Joking: Juraiya is nothing if not quick witted, though sadly his vocabulary never seemed to pick up on the memo. Quick to make a crude joke or a smart-assed comment on the drop of a hat, the young man certainly enjoys his fair share of jokes and lighthearted comments.

Kindhearted: Who ever said that one who enjoyed intimidation, fought with a temper and lived an impulsive life couldn't also be the sweetest damned things? While he may be somewhat of a punk at heart, Juraiya wasn't one to hate people just because they were people. He is willing to risk his own well being to help those who need it, especially women and children.

Desire to Fight(And win): His desire to fight is quite possibly one of his most notable traits, which becomes more noticeable as one gets to know him. While through his comments and crude humor he can be called unintelligent and just plain stupid, there is no question that he can be a genius when it comes to fighting. His desire to fight is mostly out of enjoyment of a good brawl, and surprisingly he doesn't enjoy killing if it can be avoided.

Diligent: Remember that whole "Genius when it comes to fighting" comment? As if directly tied to that total ego stroking comment, Juraiya is surprisingly diligent when it comes to combat. Picking up on patterns and personality traits that show through fighting as if it was second nature, he finds himself backing up that egotistical self proclamation handily.

Catch Phrase: "Fuck you, (insert insulting adjective)."

Beliefs/Religion: Juraiya would be considered an Atheist, as he does not believe in a form of Divinity that reigns over mortals and sets forth laws of the universe. His lack of belief in an all knowing, all seeing being is due in part to his rather rough childhood. This is not to target the cliche of "How could a God let me do this?!" He had that thought momentarily during his adolescence, but figured if there was truly a being who controlled the universe, He or She had more to worry about than an angry child.

No, his lack of belief came from his overwhelming amount of time to think, and think clearly. The idea of a single man-like being that lived outside the fabric of Space and Time and controlled Physics like they controlled Chi just seemed like something that was stretching the boundaries to him, though it was still something that he could accept as wholly plausible. This was to say that just because he didn't personally accept it as his belief did not mean that he brushed it off as being impossible or false.

As far as his actual belief goes, he believes in a sort of Global Consciousness. If he had to describe it in words, it would be the idea of a large, never ending hallway that had doors on either side. Each door would lead to a room, and each room represented an individual person. While these rooms were kept separate and did not actually connect with one another directly, that central hallway served as a connection point for each of the rooms. Once someone died, they "left" the room and entered back into the hallway, where their collective experience could be shared with all others in the hallway, whenever they exited the room. These people, after learning what they could in the hallway, would enter a new room, without the lessons and ideas from the old room, to learn about a new set of circumstances with a fresh perspective.

Country of Birth: Land of Water

History:

Well This Is Awkward:

Terrible Two's and Away!:

A Bright Future:

Or Not.:

We Can Rebuild:

Awakening of the Mazaku:

Seed In The Wind:

Today:

Role-Play Sample:
Light broke through the canopy of trees as if it were its dying breaths, trying desperately to reach a forest floor that preferred the company of shadows. How silly the ground was, believing that it could enjoy the cool shadows without the intensity of the light. The few beams of the sun that made it through the wall of flora seemed to be superimposed on the dark background, appearing as actual cylinders in thin air. Catching a mixture of gnats and dust, the sunlight did a beautiful job of illuminating through its obscurity, proving to the animals who called it home that it was indeed daylight.

As if fueled by these desperate pleas of attention from the Sun, the birds sang a chorus of alternating pitches, all jubilant in sound. While the trees housed a plethora of predators and prey, it seemed that there was an eerie sense of peace for the time being. The deer found themselves surprisingly comfortable in their habit of lounging, the wolves and bears trotting along or napping respectively. The differentiating factor seemed to be whether or not the animal was in the direct cross hairs of the Suns rays- Those who were warmed by its light enjoyed the pleasure of rest. In this state of euphoric peace, there was a presence that was foreign to these trees, yet walked among them as if at home.

Making nary a noise, avoiding even the twigs and dead leaves that littered the forests floor, a young man made his way through  Gaia's reservoir. Skin that was gently tanned from his travels through the land and eyes that were locked ahead as if they actually had a destination, he seemed to have been accepted by the Earth as another addition to its happy family. Long, black locks danced in the breeze, and yet found a way to avoid entanglement with the nature that it was surrounded by. His hazelnut brown eyes seemed to know exactly where they were, offering an otherworldly red glare whenever the random beams of light found their way to his face. His shirt, if it could be called that, had been dropped around his waist, tied there as a second, purposeless belt.

His upper body was now unobstructed to the naked eye, revealing several blue markings that appeared to be tattoos. These inked markings offered an eerie aura to them, as if they somehow altered the Chi that was already in his body. They had long sense been incorporated onto his skin by those at his village, but neither the people nor Juraiya himself had expected his body to flourish with them. While his build and energy had not changed, it had come to seem as though his Chi naturally gathered itself around them, slowly changing in nature. Perhaps there is some truth in what that old man said after all.

Snap.

Finally, a noise had been made other than the rustling of branches and cries of birds. For the briefest of moments there was a silence as dead as the Reaper himself. Like all things, it was only temporary, a silence before a storm of cries and shrill shouts. The animals gave both warnings and assurance, and then died off into an unnatural state of peace once more. There was nothing to be worried about, that much seemed to be agreed upon by both the Human and the Animals. Whatever the tattoos had done to his Chakra, it seemed as though he became more a part of the Earth because of it. While there was no real explanation to it, it was something he had become content with.

Before he knew it, there had become a noticeable increase in distance between trees as they thinned their ranks, admitting defeat to the vast openness that lay ahead. Breaking the threshold of the wood, Juraiya exited into a vast plain of grass and rodents that were still invisible to the naked eye. Lifting a single hand to block the now unhindered suns rays, the young man spotted a single falcon that flew high above the ground. Though it seemed so tiny and undefined to him, he knew that the bird saw everything below it in stunning clarity.

"I wonder if I'd be able to see a village if I were you, ya crazy ass bird."

Words to nobody, but still they felt essential enough to say. After all, he had gone without conversation for over a week now, having traveled between two lands. While his extreme training had waned during travel, the natural wear and tear placed upon him by the elements and by Mother Nature herself did more than its fair share of tuning his body for the life that was ahead of him. It was a life that was shrouded in mystery, as even he didn't have a clear cut plan for what he wished to accomplish. "Be Better" didn't really fit well as a slogan, so for now he'd stick with "Improvement." It sounded better, and made him feel just a little bit more thought out when he said it aloud. Regardless of his reasoning for travel, one thing was certain. He needed to find a fucking village already.

Continuing forward finally, crossing over the grass and hearing its crunch beneath him with every step, he set into a steady rhythm that would be considered a quick pace for most. Inclines and declines seemed synonymous when one traveled long enough, and the relief of a downhill walk soon turned as irritating as fighting against gravity. What he wouldn't do for flat land again, a set road or an actual bed. Whatever forces put vast spaces of nothingness between places of residence did Juraiya a great disservice, and while he could have taken an already established road from the get go, he had chosen against it.

It wasn't that he had anything against going down roads, and paranoia had absolutely nothing to do with it. When leaving his home, however, Kuraba had made a comment about how he had better stick to the roads. "You'd die before you made it anywhere if you went through the woods!" Well, that was a bode of confidence, wasn't it? The genuine words of concerned quickly became a challenge to his integrity and his ability to survive, and Juraiya had chosen to take to the trees after all. Was it a horrible mistake? Most certainly! Would he ever admit that to anybody? Most definitely not.

After approximately four hours of relatively the same scenery, two things happened in very quick succession. The first was the waning of the sun, dropping to a level where the earth was preparing to give it a kiss. This position changed the sky from its normal blue to an almost burning auburn. The second was the clear silhouette of buildings, just over the horizon. At this pace, he'd be at the village shortly after the twilight hours faded off. Perfect.

"Fucking Finally, a bed!" What perfect words to end a trip by.

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