Custom?

-Byond Key: King Destroyer

-IGN: Kinje Yuritsu

-Discord Name: No Time For You#3102

-Race: Human or Tanuki

-Why do you want this race/rank/tech/item
Well, I wanted to do something custom and taking the spot of Roshi would have been too major with the small time I have to get sleep and work. I wanted to do something different while trying to help the server with the time of me being on.

-How do you think you can improve RP with this race/rank/tech/item
I think I can add in more RP for lower-tier characters while higher ones. Are used for the main plot and doing whatever the story needs. I can try and train people and see him as a master not trying to push too hard but just enough to grow while the other masters are around.

-Do you agree not to use this for OOC purposes?
Yes

-How experienced are you in roleplaying?
I have been roleplaying for multiple years.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day
I have two jobs that may keep me from being on as much.

-Now I would like you to write me a roleplay involving the use or life of the race/rank/tech/item, it must be at least one paragraph of ten sentences. This roleplay will be IC and used on the character that you have already. If it does not fit your current character in any way, then perhaps try to RP more until it does.

All Atiku wanted to do was continue to grow, not only in strength, but in knowledge, and wisdom also. It was true that his former sensei was a force to be reckoned with. The presumed cause of his death was a heart attack, but Atiku felt otherwise. The old man often told stories of aliens that were stronger than any earthling could fathom the thought of becoming. Not this young lad... How was it that on the same day immense pressure could be felt, his master was found dead. His body was bruised, but due to him being a martial artist, it was expected to be beaten up by continuous training. Broken bones, possibly from not visiting the hospital often? No. He had to be doing something he had no business doing. The aliens he spoke of were maniacal in nature, and his sensei was one that liked to test fate. It was sealed when the communication with whatever killed him started. A foolish decision to challenge someone that strong, but maybe it was because he had something worth protecting. Atiku stopped his laps and headed to the basement gym. A chained and overstuffed punching back sat there. The young man would begin practicing several jabs and kicks, as tears drizzled down his cheeks. There would be a day where he came into contact with what his master had seen that day. This outcome would probably result in the boy’s fall. Hopefully, before that, he could grow some more.

During the run around the island, memories continued to flood into his mind. Emotions would cause several facial expressions to come and go, and his pace would fluctuate. Atiku wondered if he could really fill the shoes of this man. Agreement and denial, he didn’t know what to think. Before he knew it, he’d circled the island 20 times. Sweat dripping down his face. The water buckets had loss a little bit of water, not enough to lighten the load by any means. When he noticed the sweat, fatigue started to kick in, and his muscles began to ache. Atiku still pushed onward. This fatigue only increased more by the step. Pushing onto lap 28, where he felt like fainting. Just two more, just two more and he could stop. Lap 29 was just pure pain and endurance, and lap 30 was pushing the bar a bit too much. In the end, Atiku fainted. Water gliding across the sand and back into the ocean, while the boy laid there on his back. Some of the water splashed onto his face, which caused him to wake up long enough to change clothes and get into bed. Letting up now would be too soon. He needed to do more, he needed to work harder if he wanted to catch up to his master.