Kaze (Kunimitsu Radolfzell)

[Kaze]

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Kunimitsu"Kaze"Radolfzell



"Blown by the wind, I met the stars,
And then the journey continues"

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alias:
Kamui

age:
22

where'd you find us?
You put an ad on my forum, Syrunn

other puppets:
...Huh? What do puppets have to do with anything?

ninja word:
Cake. I guess. Can't say I really like baked goods though.

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hair
Black. Messy and unkempt.

eyes
Dark brown.

face shape
Oval, I guess?

height
5' 7"

weight
130lbs

body type
Lithe and lean, but muscular. He is in excellent physical shape, but has several scars.

play-by
Junichi Okada

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mutant:
Yes. He's not a government mutant, but isn't exactly on the run, being dead and all (see history).

full name:
Kunimitsu Radolfzell (full legal name; East Asian cultures generally don't use middle names)

nicknames:
Kaze ("wind")

age:
22

gender:
Male

sexuality:
Heterosexual

mutation:
Kaze has the power of aerokinesis. In other words, he can control and manipulate air currents in order to produce various phenomena.
He can all around push, pull and lift objects. He can create gentle breezes or powerful gales, registering up to an 8 on the Beaufort scale and small twisters registering up to an EF1 on the Enhanced Fujita Scale. He can create sudden gusts of wind to deflect projectiles. He can fire off compressed bursts of air capable of slicing through wood or thin pieces of metal.
Already quick and agile from martial arts training, Kaze can enhance these natural traits through the use of his ability. He can run swiftly by decreasing air resistance around himself and even sprint across or run up vertical surfaces by generating a wind current behind him to propel himself along. He can jump high and far by gliding on strong gusts of wind and can slow falls by creating cushions of air, giving the illusion of flight.

Strengths:
- It's hard to cut him off from his element
- Flexibility in combat (defensive and offensive capabilities [but it should be noted that he rarely, if ever, makes direct attacks])
- Enhanced movement

Weaknesses:
- He is quite solid, thus subject to the forces of his own wind if he loses control or doesn't have enough room (see below)
- Enclosed spaces. Without proper room, he cannot properly utilize some of his techniques and must limit them, lest he get caught up in them as well.
- Extended usage of his power can leave him 'winded' (bad pun intended).

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mother
Kaoru Radolfzell (martial arts instructor; deceased; 37 at time of death)

father
Vaughn Radolfzell (ex-MMA fighter/martial arts instructor; deceased; 40 at time of death)

siblings
N/A

pets
N/A

significant other?
N/A

personality
Intelligent, observant and wise beyond his years. Though still young, Kaze has seen much. Always remaining level-headed and open-minded, he is somewhat reserved, but usually presenting a calm, laid-back face to the world. Often remaining unfazed even in dire circumstances, he has no fear of suffering or death.
Curious by nature and affected by wanderlust, he is driven to find new and interesting places, taking particular delight in the odd or unusual. He has an interest in history, culture, language, and philosophy. He has little care for fame or material wealth and keeps no material possessions. Instead, he seeks enlightenment, understanding, and spiritual growth.
He is a compassionate and empathetic soul, and will go out of his way to help people. He pays little heed to social rank and title. From the highest Government official to the lowest civilian, in Kaze's eyes all life is precious, something to be valued and protected, even at the cost of his own.
To this end, he dislikes violence and holds pacifistic views, preferring to solve problems without violence and will offer minimal resistance to physical aggression directed at him (as a result he has several scars). However, because of his belief in the sanctity of life, he will not hesitate to protect those in need, whether they be good or evil, man or beast. The use of violence (in any of its forms) against others is one of the few ways to arouse his ire.
Still, even when forced into combat, Kaze typically holds back, fighting defensively and trying to subdue opponents without seriously hurting them, even if they are not human.

history
Vaughn Radolfzell was born in Düsseldorf, Germany to a middle class family. Düsseldorf and its surroundings has one of the largest Japanese communities in Europe and is home to the Japan Day festival.
Exposed to Japanese culture from early on, he took a liking to it, especially the martial arts. As a young man Vaughn traveled between Germany, Japan, and East Asia, competing in various Mixed Martial Arts leagues. On one such trip to Japan he met a fan and fellow martial artist enthusiast named Kaoru. Immediately smitten with the woman, Vaughn asked her out. She accepted and the two began to date. They were eventually married and the couple settled down in Neo Tokyo.
With only a relatively average MMA record, Vaughn decided to retire from professional fighting and start a martial arts school with his wife. Co-run by a gaijin (foreigner), their school did not attract as much business as they would have liked. However, monetary gain was not their primary objective so the couple did not give up.
A year or so the school had picked up enough business for the couple to make a decent enough living. Also around this time the couple was overjoyed to learn that Kaoru was pregnant. And so nine months later Kunimitsu Radolfzell was born, named after an early 14th century swordsmith (Shintōgo Kunimitsu, teacher of the better known Gorō Nyūdō Masamune).
Things were good for a time. Kunimitsu was healthy and raised lovingly, their school was doing well. Kunimitsu was sometimes picked on at school for being only half-Japanese, but he was not without friends or his mother's embrace to comfort him. When he was old enough he of course began to study the martial arts under the tutelage of his parents.
It was decided, one summer vacation, that a nearly 10 year old Kunimitsu and his parents would take a trip to Shikoku, the smallest of Japan's four main islands. Largely unspoiled, it's known as the island of 88 temples, having a rich heritage and spectacular, rugged scenery. More specifically, they were taking a trip to the city of Tokushima for the Awa Dance festival, the largest dance festival in Japan.
Arriving with plenty of time before the festival, they decided to do some hiking around the near by Mt. Bizen. It would be a good way to take in the area's natural beauty first hand and to stay physically active. Little did the family know that they had been marked by some small time thugs, looking to make a quick buck off the many tourists attracted by the festival.
Armed with switchblades, the thugs attacked the family on a deserted forest path. Confident in their abilities, Vaughn and Kaoru quickly disarmed the thugs and disabled one of the two. Very much alarmed by this turn of events, the remaining thug pulled a gun. Things turned real ugly, real fast.
Skilled fighter of not, a bullet to the head quite literally stopped Vaughn dead. Kaoru met with a similar fate. Kunimitsu would never forget the warmth of his own parents' blood splattered across his face, mingled with the tears flowing freely down his face.
Holding the gun to the petrified child, the thug hesitated, seemingly debating on whether or not to shoot. After what seemed like a lifetime to Kunimitsu, the thug settled for harshly pistol-whipping the boy. After looting the bodies of Vaughn and Kaoru, the thug took off with his partner limping behind him.
Dazed and wounded from the blow, terrified and distraught, Kunimitsu found himself very much alone in the forest. The boy sat and wept, not knowing what else to do. After what seemed like hours, he heard a noise. His head snapped up in fear, thinking the thugs had returned to kill him.
Instead he was greeted with the sight of a small, elderly woman garbed in the simple robes of an ascetic. She silently extended a hand to the boy.
There was something about this old woman who had appeared from seemingly nowhere, something in her kindly face, that the boy couldn't quite place. Though he did not understand how or why at the time, it was as if they were kindred spirits. Kunimitsu took the old woman's hand and never looked back.
The bodies of Vaughn and Kaoru were eventually discovered by other hikers. The authorities managed to track down and arrest the thugs. A search went out for the missing child, however, it proved to be fruitless and was eventually called off. Kunimitsu was declared deceased.
In actuality the boy was still very much alive, taken in by the old woman, a hermit.
The old woman lived in and acted as custodian to a small and isolated forest temple, sequestered away from the outside world. The daughter of a rich businessman, she traveled widely in her youth, studying the martial arts and the works of great thinkers past and present. As it so happened she was a mutant, gifted with the ability to communicate with animals and plants. This was the unknown kinship that Kunimitsu had felt upon their first meeting.
Ultimately she had chosen to withdraw from the world at large, renouncing the world, her possessions, and even her name. Partly to avoid persecution because of her gift, but mostly to reflect upon her wanderings and studies while seeking to perfect her martial art in the quiet sereneness of the forest.
And so time passed, flowing ever onward like a river. Slowly at first, as Kunimitsu mourned his parents. Summer gave way to Autumn, which faded into Winter and so on.
It was not an easy life for the young Kunimitsu. Nonetheless the boy expressed no desire to go back to the world. It held nothing for him now. But the old woman, however, seemed almost magical to the boy, so full of wisdom and knowledge, so strong, so serene and graceful. Despite her advanced age, it seemed like there was almost nothing she couldn't do.
His days were spent helping her care for the temple, in meditation, and quiet contemplation. He also continued to study the martial arts under her. In this she was strict and unrelenting, but outside of training she was kind and jovial. No matter the task, she would always have some measure of wisdom to dispense. A bond formed between them over the years, Kunimitsu coming to refer to her as Obāsan (grandmother).
One day, during a particularly intense training session Obāsan observed the winds shifting strangely around Kunimitsu as he moved.
"Otoko no kaze..." (man of wind) Obāsan commented. That was when received his nickname and found out he was a mutant. Kaze, as he took to calling himself, was fourteen at the time.
Training now took on a new emphasis as Kaze sought to master his new found abilities. In this Obāsan proved just as strict, if not more so then before.
A few more years passed. Obāsan became less hands on in training and left more and more of the temple responsibilities to Kaze. She fell ill, becoming bedridden. It was unthinkable to Kaze, but old age had finally caught up with Obāsan.
For the next year or so her health continued to decline. Kaze attended to her the best he could, but he was no doctor. Many times he pleaded with Obāsan to allow him to seek out medical help, but she would always refused.
"Certain is death for the born and certain is birth for the dead," she told him one evening. "Death is a door, nothing more. Fear it not. I have come far, lived a fulfilling life. I have found what I sought. Know this, my child, all the long years I spent alone were worth it, if for no other reason then finding you. I truly enjoyed being your obāsan, watching over you these last eight years as you grew from a small child to the man I see now. I am proud of you, and so too must be your parents. I look forward to meeting them in the next life, where I will continue to watch over you. Now, I would say 'do not mourn me', but I know your heart. You will mourn me. For that, I apologize."
For just a moment she clasped his hand surprisingly tight for an old woman on her deathbed before her grip went lax and said no more. Obāsan appeared as calm and serene in death as she had in life.
Kaze thought that his parents' death had bled him dry of tears, but he was wrong. He stayed near her for sometime, unable to tear himself away from her side. How was it that she now looked so frail and small?
As per her wishes, he constructed a funeral pyre, cremating her body. Saying a final goodbye he scattered her ashes into a near-bye stream.
He felt so lost without his teacher, his mentor, his Obāsan. For the next few weeks he aimlessly wandered about the temple.
Then, on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, he decided that he would leave the temple. He would venture out into the world and study under a new master, life, as Obāsan had in her youth.
The following day he gathered what few possessions he had, some food, and Obāsan's juzu. After making sure the temple was spotless he took his things and left.
Curious, he sought out some of his childhood friends, but met with dead-ends. So, he moved on, abandoning any desire to reclaim his old life as Kunimitsu Radolfzell.
That person really had died years ago.
Kaze took to wandering, coming and going among people, observing and interacting with them, going where the currents or his own whim took him. He often found himself in a position to view the whims of culture and effects of subtle circumstance.
He travels mostly by foot and air current, but sometimes hitchhikes or stows-away on various transports to cover greater distances. When he needs money, he relies upon mendicancy or sometimes working odd jobs that pay cash. Whether utilizing public restrooms, fountains, natural streams and lakes, etc. he makes an effort to keep himself clean.

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A young man in a tattered trenchcoat sat at the edge of a hilly field near the edge of a cliff, looking out over the forest far below. It was a sea of brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows. A cool breeze struck up, creating waves among the sea of foliage and ruffling the man's tousled hair.
It was almost noon on an early autumn day and a bit chilly, but a beautiful day. The sky was clear and blue, and the birds in the forest below that had not yet left for warmer climes were warbling away.
Kaze inhaled deeply, taking in the crisp air and the sweet scents of the flowers scattered across the field behind him, and of the forest.
"Ah," He exhaled, sighing with content. "It's a fine day, don't you think? The only way it could be better was if it started raining."
'Baaa' was the response he received, from a wild goat grazing in the field.
"See that?" He pointed to the distance, beyond the forest, where a sprawling metropolis laid on the horizon. "That's where I'm heading. It's the capital city of our world. Ever been?"
'Baaa'.
"Yeah, neither have I. I wonder what the city will hold for me?"

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[Izzy McHale]

For such an awesome profile, I just gotta say a few things:

1. You didn't fill in the "Face Shape". Just google it and choose which one.

2. You MUST have a Play-by; it's the way this site will make it. Basically, which celebrity/person does your character look like? [Face Claim is another word for it]

Fix those and you'll be good to go =3

[Kaze]

Oops. My bad. I missed the face type section in all the coding.

Anyway, I looked around a bit and I'm pretty sure the picture is of Junichi Okada, a Japanese singer/actor.

[Izzy McHale]

=3 Works for me~

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