Ookami [Done]

Name: Ookami

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Class: Backdraft
Team Name: N/A
Inventory: Specially designed Katana, Pistol, Small device used for various unknown reasons.

Zoids Creation
Zoid Type: Lightning Saix
Zoid Color: Black
Zoid standard Equipment: standard Lightning Saix equipment, custom high pulse energy canon, custom multi-directional launch blades, custom grenade launcher including sticky grenade variation, custom hellfire missile launchers, custom energy coating fang and claw system
Zoid Description:

Orginoid Creation:(Orginoids are small zoids that fuse with the zoid booting power amazingly,making it faster and more powerful)
Oginoid Name: Deathcoil
Orginoid Color: Black
Orginoid Description:
Deathcoil has the ability to reduce the weight of all equipped items and weapons to almost none, while still increasing their power, this allows the zoid to move as if it was completely naked, yet still have increased firepower. It also changes the color of all beam related weapons to green, and causing a short paralyzing effect to take place whenever damage is dealt through those weapons. The paralyzing effect also does damage of its own while stunning the zoid. It even has the ability to completely shut down the zoid depending on its resistance.

Physical Appearance: Avatar


Personality: Ookami has a very silent kind of personality. He only speaks when required, and when he does, his voice is usually cold, and unforgiving. Due to a life of unforgiving hardships, he shows hate and disapproval to most everything he sees. His only purpose, to make the world as destructive as possible, its the only reason he still lives. After being abused by the world itself, he counters by destroying it in any way he can. His presence gives a feeling of pure evil within the air, the evil of someone who wishes nothing but death upon all. He finds no love in any of his men, only putting up with them because they are willing to help him. He basically looks down on everyone, and despises everyone. Not because he thinks he is better than them, but because they were not rejected love, they had a life worth living. The only people that he does not instantly want to kill upon greeting are those who have lived a life similar to his.

History: Childhood, chronicles of 20 missed deaths
Growing up, Ookami lived a life not even a daredevil would want to test. From the age of 6, he had been on his own in one of the dirtiest, most violent unknown towns in all of the world. Until he was 6, he was raised by parents who were part of what could have been a mafia because of its destructive power, but was really just a gang. Ookami would sit in a little carrier just a few feet away from a all out battle with gunshots and explosions sounding everywhere. At first, he cried through these battles. After about the 6th one however, he was shot in the right arm. He cried bloody murder from that shot, as it had shattered his bone because he was so young. When the battle was over, his mother just slapped him hard across the face and told him to be quiet. He never cried again after that day. Now, when he reached the age of 6, something odd happened. His mother attempted to kill him for sitting there quietly. He had been observing a fight that had been going on between the two of them, when suddenly she charged him with a knife. Ookami was able to wrestle the knife out of her hands, and stab her through the heart. After escaping at least 14 deaths in his lifetime, with his parents not giving anything about that, he had gained no sympathy. His eyes were cold and unforgiving when he stabbed his mother to death. Then, his father started laughing. Ookami threw the knife at him and the blade struck square into his forehead. During his spare time, he would throw knives out of sheer boredom, so he was very pinpoint about his attack. That was that, his parents were killed, and he didnt care at all.

Things after that didnt get any better. He lived on the streets, hunting his own food and killing for money. This isnt exactly what you might think, he wasnt paid to kill people. He would kill a random passerby on the street, and take any money they had on them. At first, he didnt do this, but after so long of living in a world of nothing but hate, it started to become second nature to him. Sometime in his childhood life, he suffered an almost near death when some random person tried to kill him. It turned into an all-out gunfight, and Ookami barely made it out alive. After this, he knew he needed to find a way to avert this, avert the threat of gun fire while shooting. He had watched a few old time movies in the past, and knew that blades were something that could be used as a defense of bullets. He knew that in this day and age however, just a simple blade would not be able to deflect the new kinds of bullets that were fired. He went browsing, and found a katana that had the capability to be coated in an energy similar to that used in the new firearms. When he tried to buy this, the clerk denied him rather.....rudely, and Ookami proceeded to kill him.

Death To All, A Wish Unfulfilled
The rest of Ookami's childhood was basically the same, killing for survival, and eventually, for fun. With every passing day, he would come to despise the world he lived in more and more. Every night he would prey to a greater power, crying out for love. But all he ever got was death and destruction, which led to his own actions. He eventually started hating the town he lived in as well, and started planning its own demise, which didnt actually happen for a little while. The straw that broke the horses back, or in his case, the one thing that finally caused him to completely hate the world and all that lived in it, happened in a town that wasnt his own. He had heard tales from travelers through the town, of another small village. Supposedly, in this village, everyone there was kind and happy. Life was good for all, everything was generally perfect. Ookami saw this as his very last chance to find happiness and love. He hitched a ride in the back of a transport that was going there, hiding under a sheet. Along the way, he was awoken by the sound of a very loud screech. He looked out from his hiding spot, to see a zoid. He had no idea what the thing was, and found it as a magnificent creature. He only caught a glimpse though, as a large bumb knocked him out suddenly.

Fortunately, he was able to wake up just as they got to the village. He hopped off, and waited a little while. He was sure to scavenge up some decent cloths, and put them on so that he looked nice. He walked through the gates of the village with a big smile, looking like nothing more than a happy-go-lucky teenager looking for a new home. However, the second one person looked at him, everyone that was outside looked at him. The town seemed like everything the stories described, and still this happened. Everyone stared at him, and slowly proceeded to slink into their houses. All the shutters and doors were shut and locked. He called out in question, and desperation, and was shot in the arm. Someone shouted at him to leave, before the rest of him was bleeding on the ground. He was completely horrified, but did what he was told.

Screaming For Death, Destroying Origin
After he ran out of the village, he just kept on running. The whole time, he was crying. Crying, something he hadnt done in so long, and would never do again. It was the last straw, a blow directly to his heart. It made him doubt his existence, made him question the reason he was born. This was all driven by the single thought that even the most accepting town ever hated him. The thing he didnt understand the most, was that he made himself look as pleasant as physically possible, yet they still threw him out. It was as if he reeked some kind of, evil presence, or something like that. Either way, it set him off badly. He ran until he could run no longer, and collapsed onto the ground. He laid there for who knows how long, in a large mound of sand. Yes, he was in some what of a desert at that point. Eventually, he picked himself up, deciding he was going to just end his life that no one wanted in the world. His mind drifted to the zoids....they were wild creatures that probably wouldnt mind taking his life. So, he ran a little longer until he found a wild group of them. There was an assortment of different kinds, and he ran up to them. He shouted at them, screaming at them to kill him, but they didnt seem to listen. He started throwing rocks he found in the sand at them, and one just simply swatted him aside.

While he was picking himself off the sand, he heard a large crashing sound behind him. He turned around to see a black Lightning Saix looking right at him. It was kneeling down on the ground, studying him.It sat there looking at him, seeming to look into his very soul. Ookami suddenly got a strange feeling that this zoid understood him, and had somewhat of a same goal as him. Just as he was growing impatient, and was about to do something stupid, the zoid opened up its cockpit. He looked inside a little dumbstruck. Eventually, he climbed in. He looked around the cockpit oddly, trying to figure things out. Then, everything just seemed to come to him, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He suddenly felt the urge to attack and destroy all those zoids he saw earlier, he also felt his zoid feeling the same way. So, he proceeded to do this. It didnt take long before all the other zoids laid in ruins. With this being witnessed, Ookami knew what he was going to do next. He raced to his home town in the zoid, and stopped at the outskirts. He took a minute to prime himself, then lept forward. He shot explosive projectiles at the village as he got closer, and when he reached it, he started destroying it using the zoids claws and fangs. Eventually, he looked back at the village that was slowly burning to the ground. A smile was not present on his face, instead, a cold deathly look. A kind of look that would remain on his face for most of his life. A little after the destruction though, something seemed to disconnect from the Zoid, and out popped a Orginoid. It was a weird thing, but a bond was sure established after a few minutes of staring.

Recruitment, Rising Through the Depths of Chaos, Only To Be Left Again
After this, Ookami was on his own for awhile as a rouge pilot. No one really knew about him though, he killed all he met in battle mercilessly, so no one really got to know about his presence. There were of course myths about the destruction of his home town, and shadowy tales of a demon who lurked around, destroying all that crossed his path. He was amused by these things, but he never really showed it. Eventually however, his Lightning Saix was stolen from him, by a group known as Backdraft. Of course, Ookami swiftly and stealthily killed the pilots that had stolen it. However, the second he did, he was surrounded by more troops. He was ready to fight to the death, when suddenly the leader appeared before him. He basically said that he acknowledged his good skills, and offered him a place in Backdraft. After a short explanation of what they did, he was quick to accept.

After this, he started the normal life of someone in Backdraft. He intruded on battles, and just plain spread chaos. The myth of the fell demon who lurked in the sands fell on def ears after that though, as the loner behind the myth was gone now. Eventually however, something tragic happened. A large scale assault happened upon them, and EVERYONE was wiped out. Everyone, except Ookami of course. In the previous leaders dying words, he asked Ookami to rebuild Backdraft as the new leader. After that day, Ookami has been slowly rebuilding Backdraft to what it once was. It is good now, structured and all that, but it lacks members. This is a speed bump that he will soon overcome, and turn Backdraft back into something to be feared, instead of just an annoyance.

Rp Sample: Ookami sat in the chair of his office, looking at a large monitor in front of him. On screen was a battle in progress between two zoids, piloted by two people he did not know. The battle was going smoothly, no rules were being broken, and nothing was going wrong. How boring. Then, the battle was overtaken by three of his best Backdraft troops, and swiftly turned into complete chaos. Not a grin appeared on his cold face as he watched what he loved most, death and destruction. He turned off the monitor and looked at a small computer that was on his desk. Then, an employee rushed into his office with a wide grin on his face. "Sir, the battle concerning the capture of the zoid you requested has been won!" he exclaimed happily. The man was obviously drunk, celebrating this victory. Ookami just stared at him dangerously, tempting him with his eyes to try and get out of this. "Well, er, I guess you already knew that....." Suddenly the man was shot in cold blood. The pistol was never seen being drawn, and he put it back in his holster slowly. The man had been shot, yes, but he wasnt dead. Ookami got up and walked over to him, taking no care that he was standing in a puddle of expanding blood. His katana was suddenly drawn even faster than the pistol, and was drove into the dying mas back, piercing his heart from behind. Ookami then walked out of his office, and a woman who might have been a maid was just passing bye. He stopped her, and started to speak. "Clean this up, and have his Zoid dismantled" That was all he said, his voice matching his eyes, cold. The woman seemed not to care about this much as she started the job of cleaning the dead man up as Ookami walked away, she was used to doing this after all

Approvedizled hehe