Post by Kite Aomori on Mar 26, 2007 21:01:26 GMT -5
Name: Kite Aomori
Race: Human
Class: Dragoon Knight
Age: 23
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Kite has light brown hair, spiked in the back, with long bangs.
Eye Colour: Blue
Sex: Male
Appearance:
As you can see, Kite has a scar across his nose.
Personality: Kite is a friendly but aggressive character. He isn’t one to start a fight, but he also won’t turn one down. He is willing to go all out if necessary but does have some mercy when it comes to fighting. He believes there is only one weapon of choice, the spear.
Home Country: Lucia
History: Kite had a real family once. Unfortunately, the death that had become of them was something so vile that he never wished to recall....
Being born into a family of Dragoons was something that a child may not wish, but that child had no chance of denying his heritage after what had happened to him.
Twenty-three years ago, a child was born in the hospital of Trance. Not knowing that he would have to go through most of his young life in training with the other Dragoons. Kite was the Childs name, coming from his great grandfather, a legendary Dragoon who was remembered by Kite’s entire heritage. The fact that the boy, Kite, was just a child meant that this information was irrelevant. As a newborn, he was brought back home with his parents who nurtured him. He began to grow, learning the language his parents spoke. He would be polite and ask questions if he wanted something. “Mama, may I have a snack?” he would say in his cute, childish voice.
At the age of five, Kite began his studies of literature and other basic educational facts. Afterwards, in his home, Kite studied his Dragoon heritage. Being so young, it only slowly seeped in, but there was one thing Kite realized, and never forgot. At the age of seven, the child was taken top the nearest Dragoon village to be taught the legendary ways. The younglings of a dragoon tribe were so precious that they were though of as gods. The parent’s lives however, were not something to be cared for so much.
Still at the young age of five, Kite traveled through the city with his parents. On one particular day, He entered his home to only see darkness. Waking up with a throbbing pain on the back of his head, Kite looked at his surroundings. It was gruesome, dark, dank, and cold. It was so cold...Kite felt like he may die. The walls were covered with bladed tools. Dead human skin still lay on some of theme, the blood never cleaned, and the rust building up. Kite was scared. He never felt a fear like this before. He looked at himself for a moment, Realizing he was sitting, tied to a chair. He glimpsed up to the middle of the room when he heard the shriek of his mother. What he saw was awful. His eyes were wide and shone with terror. What happened there was something so gruesome, it was hard for him to describe.
He could only watch as a man in a black cloak slowly skinned Kite’s mother. He left her alive while he did it. The shrieks were so loud that they immobilized Kite entirely. He couldn’t move or speak, only it there and watch. The man peeled all the skin from the top of the breast down to the ankles of her feet. Using a rusted knife, he slowly cut her tenants. The blood was everywhere is dripped from the table and became a stream. The mothers face grew pale from blood loss, but she still lived. The man in black. Took out an item with a separate switch. He showed it to her and flipped the switch. Kite watched as the item came to life. Blades released form the inside, still attached to the item. The blades began to spin, and Kite could see they could easily tear anything that they touched. He flipped the switch again and the blades retreated back into the item. The item was fairly large, too big for where it went. The man shoved the item up Kite’s mothers vaginal hole. It was too big for her and she screamed as Kite heard the tear of her muscle that was still there. She yelled and begged him to stop as her last wish before she died, as she knew what he was planning. He smiled a toothless smile and flipped the switch. The last scream was the worst. The machine inside his mother came to life and Kite watched as it tore through her body. Slowly moving up until she was nothing left but pounds of lifeless human. Kite’s eyes dazed and he fainted.
Kite awoke onto the same table his mother was on, he couldn’t move his body however. He seemed to be strapped in. He was able to move his eyes however and he turned to see the wall in which his father lay, obviously killed while Kite was unconscious. It was horrible. What he saw was the body of his father with no skin, eyeballs, or the front part of his chest. Kite looked at the man who was hovering over him, getting ready for whatever he planned to do. Kite saw the man throw something in his mouth and he knew what it was. A small piece of flesh left from his parents remained. The man was actually eating them.
The man looked down at Kite and smiled another toothless smile. He took out one small knife and said one thing to Kite. “Someday, you will understand why I did this, boy!” The man cackled a dry laugh and coughed slightly. He moved the knife over the boys face and touched the skin. He began to apply pressure to the knife until it penetrated the skin on Kite’s face. He left one diagonal mark and lifted his knife, preparing for more work.
The door to the room opened with a crash and there was a bright light. Kite’s eyes seared with pain from blood covering them, and all he could make out were multiple figures.
“Is he dead?”
“Yes sir, we killed him in time.”
“Good, get the boy and move out.”
Kite then passed out for the last time.
The rest of Kite’s life wasn’t so vile or gruesome. But it was still hard. The men that saved him that night were members of the ancient Dragoon tribe. The tribe had always kept close watch on their younglings, especially on the ones that were not living in the ancient town, to protect them from the dangers that may befall them. When youngling’s parents were in danger however, it wasn’t to be dealt with unless they were in the town. Unfortunately for Kite’s parents, they died in the city. Kite was a damaged child, not only on his face but also in his mind. He wasn’t paralyzed but he never moved.
For a good year, Kite received psychiatric help from the grand shaman of the town. Kite’s mind slowly came back to him, but pushed most of the memories that were still in his head to the back of his mind, where they were locked up tight in seclusion. His past was something completely lost to him. All he remembered was that he lived in the city and that he did once have parents. Two months after turning the age of six, Kite was fully healed, mentally and physically. The only thing left from his past was the scar on his face. When he asked the elders in the town about it, they merely told him to forget about his past.
Another month past, and Kite continued to take treatment for his mind just to be sure he never broke down in his life. Kite’s training in the dragoon arts began along with his studies of academics and Dragoon history. Some he was able to recall form past studying, but trying to remember to hard shook his mind, and he immediately had to stop. Having to re-study everything he had learned wasn’t hard as it slowly came back to him, but the facts he didn’t learn took a little more work. The training was brutal on such a young boy. Everyday, he would go back to his housing, to the family that then looked over him, and would be seen with bags under his eyes, bruises around his whole body and blood dripping from here and there.
There were other children around Kite and he did make friends, but he didn’t talk as much as them. He was always the quiet one in classes that the elders taught; always taking in his surrounding and making sure he understood every last detail. Some children were scared of Kite because he was so mysterious. Not talking kept him that way for many years.
At the age of eight, Kite was ahead of his peers in studies and training. His training was that, in which could break the bodies of most children. But he still barely talked. The town was small and it showed as word spread fast of the boy who was progressing so far from everyone else. When weapon training came around, he always chose the spear, he didn’t know why. It just seemed as though every other melee weapon brought back horrid memories in which he couldn’t completely recall.
It was at the age of ten that Kite’s personality finally revealed itself to the people around him. He was very friendly to the people around him. The older children however, who saw the rise and fame of the youngling felt as though he was a fool who shouldn’t be given such privileges. Many would challenge him, and all lost. Kite never turned down a fight, even if it was pointless. It was weird. He would turn it down if he knew it was very wrong, but usually he would just spar with these children so he could have them try to prove themselves. He wanted them to feel good, eh wanted them to try their best because that was the kind of person he was. But he never lost. He became a legend in the small town, and moved up further than anyone. Still at the age of ten, and soon to change to his next year of life, Kite’s wing training began. Most started this at the age of sixteen but with his immense skills of the dragoon way and his skills in the spear and the snake, he was given a chance. The only way to achieve the ability to use the full dragoon form, one must prove themselves in the ultimate of training. Kite failed.
It wasn’t known why Kite failed. One year after exactly, he took the trial again and passed amazingly, but the first time was something that baffled the tribe. Even Kite didn’t know why he lost, it was as though he had lost all his senses and just couldn’t go on. The test consisted of one showing their skill in the arts they had learned by fighting the oldest of the village elders. One must last at least two hours against the elder and Kite managed two minuets. It was something that never left the minds of the people. Even the most skilled couldn’t always win at first. The next year when he tried and passed, Kite managed a hard earned, two hours.
The loss the year before was something that completely turned his life around. Kite received the ability to go into the full form of Dragoon and finished the rest of his training three years later at the age of fourteen. For the next two years Kite helped the younglings that were beginning their training. If one was having trouble, he made sure to help them fix it and helped all of them excel.
Sixteen was the age of Kite when the next chapter of his life began. Kite knew there were people stronger than him out in the world, but he never expected that his life would ever take him to them. The day of his sixteenth birthday, Kite was brought before the elders. Every single one was present along with two men he did not know. They were dressed in armor and each had a pendant consisting of a metal eye. All the eyes lay on Kite, and he felt a bit nervous. But as soon as he entered the tent in which the elders were, the oldest of the elders began to speak in his dry, scratchy voice.
‘These men have come to talk to you Kite. I believe what they have to say is for the best...”
A year after that day, Kite was in a whole known training program, one that was to tune him up to the point of superiority to almost all. His academic standards were raised and rigorous training was given. The training was just as bad, if not worse than the training he endured in his tribe. He welcomed the challenge that day he was taken away. Kite made a goal, he was going to become stronger, and fend for himself if necessary. His life was completely different form when he lived in the tribe. He was treated as royalty now. Unfortunately, Kite didn’t like it.
Kite wasn’t used to this lifestyle and tried to do most things himself. There were people who wanted to help him with a lot of easy tasks, but he merely brushed them off and did it himself. He took care of himself and didn’t need a random person working for Lucia to do it for him. Kite continued his training for years as part of the Lucian Hierarchy. He was the only one who used a spear, and he was unique.
Kite was able to gain experience from this life, and his magic ability grew stronger. He was one with the environment around him and could control it with his powers. Kite appreciated the support of his peers however. He believed them all to be equals. It didn’t matter who beta who in certain skills. But as long as they all respected each other, Kite didn’t care.
Chazz was something else. He was a very immature person. A few Hierarchy members found him annoying, but Kite didn’t mind him. He felt that he was the personality that none of the others had and it kept everyone else on their feat. He noticed that Chazz looked up to Vergil Midway as an older brother of sorts. Kite looked at this and found it to be something the other members should respect. It was good to have someone close to you.
Kite didn’t talk much to the others, but when he did he was mature and friendly. He wasn’t always serious but he kept a hold on his sarcasm and jokes. He wasn’t one to joke much. He didn’t know why, but he figured it had something to do with the past he didn’t remember.
Kite was sent on missions from time to time. At the age of twenty, Kite had a mission that he remembered dearly. He was sent by himself to recover an item and it was the first time he really killed a person. It stuck to him forever and he killed more than one throughout the years. It wasn’t something that got easier as you did it; it was something that he never forgot. He death was something precious he took from those people.
Now at the age of twenty-three, closest to the age of Chazz and Vergil, Kite worked with the hierarchy as one of the most respected members in the Lucian army. Life wasn’t easy but he was getting through it.
Kite had a real family once. Unfortunately, the death that had become of them was something so vile that he never wished to recall... But now he had a new life.
Weapon of Choice: Spear
Fighting Style: Snake style is based on whipping power which travels up the spine to the fingers. The ability to sinuously move, essentially by compressing one's stomach/abdominal muscles, is very important. Footing is quite grounded. The stancework is fluid in order to maximize the whipping potential of any movement. This necessitates building a strong spine to contain the power and strong fingers to convey the strike. Since breath is important to any movement of the spine and ribs, snake style is considered one of the main styles which eventually led to internal training. Snake style is also known as an approach to weapons training, the straight sword and spear in particular. There are even specialty varieties of sword blades and spear points that curve back and forth down the length of the blade in imitation of the snake's body known as snake sword and snake spear.
Snake Style generally aims for weak points of the human body, such as eyes, groin, and joints, meaning a snake stylist must always try to avoid conflict, as taking part in combat may cause great physical damage to an opponent, making anyone who is skilled in this style very dangerous.
Strengths: The snake style has made Kite fast, his muscles strong and with great stamina, and his bones at a point in which are very strong. This gives Kite the ability to dodge and counterattack with some ease. It also gives him better defence. Kite’s arms are especially flexible and powerful in his body, making it easier for him to find pressure points. Kite is much more skilled at fighting when he has his weapon with him as he is trained in using it skilfully.
Weaknesses: Without his weapons, Kite’s skill in battle goes down slightly leaving him to only use his fists and protect himself with his other skills. Kite is more so trained in his spear than the rest of his body, meaning that losing his spear leaves him at a disadvantage he tries to avoid. Having his arms stronger than his legs, although he is fast because of his style, makes Kite more dependant on arm based attacks. When it comes to defense, he can move his legs fast enough to block, but cannot take too much stength to the shins.
Dragoon Transformation: A special magic that can only be taught to Dragoons. This magic is only mastered by few and feared by many. Only through a blood family man a young boy or girl begin training in the deadly magic. Many believe that the art of Dragoon is obtained through special orbs, but that is not the case.
The truth about this magic is that a young boy or girl must start intense training, learning how to focus the blood inside them and sacrifice some of their life energy top summon their power. It does not weaken their body physically, but their soul is shattered for several hours after the transformation has ceased and the Dragoon is brought back to normal.
Through years of training the children learn how to summon the inner dragon, spreading their own wings and unleashing their true powers. Once perfected, the soul no longer shatters and the holder can fully control their power.
Notice: Info on the spear In Real Life - The King of weapons to the Chinese martial arts world, this weapon is said to resemble a dragon in flight when in the hands of a master. It is said that this weapon is the most difficult to master. The history of this weapon goes back to the early pages of Chinese history. Early spears were made simply of sharpened bamboo, later metal heads were added, then tassels were added, serving two purposes first distracting the enemy with rapid movements, and stopping blood flow to the wielders hands which would disrupt proper movement of the weapon. Now though, the form practiced is merely a re-enactment of those days on the battlefield, with techniques including thrusting, body wrapping, slashing, chopping, numerous parries, blocks and attacks, all of which give the spear the most versatility of all the weapons.
Race: Human
Class: Dragoon Knight
Age: 23
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Kite has light brown hair, spiked in the back, with long bangs.
Eye Colour: Blue
Sex: Male
Appearance:
As you can see, Kite has a scar across his nose.
Personality: Kite is a friendly but aggressive character. He isn’t one to start a fight, but he also won’t turn one down. He is willing to go all out if necessary but does have some mercy when it comes to fighting. He believes there is only one weapon of choice, the spear.
Home Country: Lucia
History: Kite had a real family once. Unfortunately, the death that had become of them was something so vile that he never wished to recall....
Being born into a family of Dragoons was something that a child may not wish, but that child had no chance of denying his heritage after what had happened to him.
Twenty-three years ago, a child was born in the hospital of Trance. Not knowing that he would have to go through most of his young life in training with the other Dragoons. Kite was the Childs name, coming from his great grandfather, a legendary Dragoon who was remembered by Kite’s entire heritage. The fact that the boy, Kite, was just a child meant that this information was irrelevant. As a newborn, he was brought back home with his parents who nurtured him. He began to grow, learning the language his parents spoke. He would be polite and ask questions if he wanted something. “Mama, may I have a snack?” he would say in his cute, childish voice.
At the age of five, Kite began his studies of literature and other basic educational facts. Afterwards, in his home, Kite studied his Dragoon heritage. Being so young, it only slowly seeped in, but there was one thing Kite realized, and never forgot. At the age of seven, the child was taken top the nearest Dragoon village to be taught the legendary ways. The younglings of a dragoon tribe were so precious that they were though of as gods. The parent’s lives however, were not something to be cared for so much.
Still at the young age of five, Kite traveled through the city with his parents. On one particular day, He entered his home to only see darkness. Waking up with a throbbing pain on the back of his head, Kite looked at his surroundings. It was gruesome, dark, dank, and cold. It was so cold...Kite felt like he may die. The walls were covered with bladed tools. Dead human skin still lay on some of theme, the blood never cleaned, and the rust building up. Kite was scared. He never felt a fear like this before. He looked at himself for a moment, Realizing he was sitting, tied to a chair. He glimpsed up to the middle of the room when he heard the shriek of his mother. What he saw was awful. His eyes were wide and shone with terror. What happened there was something so gruesome, it was hard for him to describe.
He could only watch as a man in a black cloak slowly skinned Kite’s mother. He left her alive while he did it. The shrieks were so loud that they immobilized Kite entirely. He couldn’t move or speak, only it there and watch. The man peeled all the skin from the top of the breast down to the ankles of her feet. Using a rusted knife, he slowly cut her tenants. The blood was everywhere is dripped from the table and became a stream. The mothers face grew pale from blood loss, but she still lived. The man in black. Took out an item with a separate switch. He showed it to her and flipped the switch. Kite watched as the item came to life. Blades released form the inside, still attached to the item. The blades began to spin, and Kite could see they could easily tear anything that they touched. He flipped the switch again and the blades retreated back into the item. The item was fairly large, too big for where it went. The man shoved the item up Kite’s mothers vaginal hole. It was too big for her and she screamed as Kite heard the tear of her muscle that was still there. She yelled and begged him to stop as her last wish before she died, as she knew what he was planning. He smiled a toothless smile and flipped the switch. The last scream was the worst. The machine inside his mother came to life and Kite watched as it tore through her body. Slowly moving up until she was nothing left but pounds of lifeless human. Kite’s eyes dazed and he fainted.
Kite awoke onto the same table his mother was on, he couldn’t move his body however. He seemed to be strapped in. He was able to move his eyes however and he turned to see the wall in which his father lay, obviously killed while Kite was unconscious. It was horrible. What he saw was the body of his father with no skin, eyeballs, or the front part of his chest. Kite looked at the man who was hovering over him, getting ready for whatever he planned to do. Kite saw the man throw something in his mouth and he knew what it was. A small piece of flesh left from his parents remained. The man was actually eating them.
The man looked down at Kite and smiled another toothless smile. He took out one small knife and said one thing to Kite. “Someday, you will understand why I did this, boy!” The man cackled a dry laugh and coughed slightly. He moved the knife over the boys face and touched the skin. He began to apply pressure to the knife until it penetrated the skin on Kite’s face. He left one diagonal mark and lifted his knife, preparing for more work.
The door to the room opened with a crash and there was a bright light. Kite’s eyes seared with pain from blood covering them, and all he could make out were multiple figures.
“Is he dead?”
“Yes sir, we killed him in time.”
“Good, get the boy and move out.”
Kite then passed out for the last time.
The rest of Kite’s life wasn’t so vile or gruesome. But it was still hard. The men that saved him that night were members of the ancient Dragoon tribe. The tribe had always kept close watch on their younglings, especially on the ones that were not living in the ancient town, to protect them from the dangers that may befall them. When youngling’s parents were in danger however, it wasn’t to be dealt with unless they were in the town. Unfortunately for Kite’s parents, they died in the city. Kite was a damaged child, not only on his face but also in his mind. He wasn’t paralyzed but he never moved.
For a good year, Kite received psychiatric help from the grand shaman of the town. Kite’s mind slowly came back to him, but pushed most of the memories that were still in his head to the back of his mind, where they were locked up tight in seclusion. His past was something completely lost to him. All he remembered was that he lived in the city and that he did once have parents. Two months after turning the age of six, Kite was fully healed, mentally and physically. The only thing left from his past was the scar on his face. When he asked the elders in the town about it, they merely told him to forget about his past.
Another month past, and Kite continued to take treatment for his mind just to be sure he never broke down in his life. Kite’s training in the dragoon arts began along with his studies of academics and Dragoon history. Some he was able to recall form past studying, but trying to remember to hard shook his mind, and he immediately had to stop. Having to re-study everything he had learned wasn’t hard as it slowly came back to him, but the facts he didn’t learn took a little more work. The training was brutal on such a young boy. Everyday, he would go back to his housing, to the family that then looked over him, and would be seen with bags under his eyes, bruises around his whole body and blood dripping from here and there.
There were other children around Kite and he did make friends, but he didn’t talk as much as them. He was always the quiet one in classes that the elders taught; always taking in his surrounding and making sure he understood every last detail. Some children were scared of Kite because he was so mysterious. Not talking kept him that way for many years.
At the age of eight, Kite was ahead of his peers in studies and training. His training was that, in which could break the bodies of most children. But he still barely talked. The town was small and it showed as word spread fast of the boy who was progressing so far from everyone else. When weapon training came around, he always chose the spear, he didn’t know why. It just seemed as though every other melee weapon brought back horrid memories in which he couldn’t completely recall.
It was at the age of ten that Kite’s personality finally revealed itself to the people around him. He was very friendly to the people around him. The older children however, who saw the rise and fame of the youngling felt as though he was a fool who shouldn’t be given such privileges. Many would challenge him, and all lost. Kite never turned down a fight, even if it was pointless. It was weird. He would turn it down if he knew it was very wrong, but usually he would just spar with these children so he could have them try to prove themselves. He wanted them to feel good, eh wanted them to try their best because that was the kind of person he was. But he never lost. He became a legend in the small town, and moved up further than anyone. Still at the age of ten, and soon to change to his next year of life, Kite’s wing training began. Most started this at the age of sixteen but with his immense skills of the dragoon way and his skills in the spear and the snake, he was given a chance. The only way to achieve the ability to use the full dragoon form, one must prove themselves in the ultimate of training. Kite failed.
It wasn’t known why Kite failed. One year after exactly, he took the trial again and passed amazingly, but the first time was something that baffled the tribe. Even Kite didn’t know why he lost, it was as though he had lost all his senses and just couldn’t go on. The test consisted of one showing their skill in the arts they had learned by fighting the oldest of the village elders. One must last at least two hours against the elder and Kite managed two minuets. It was something that never left the minds of the people. Even the most skilled couldn’t always win at first. The next year when he tried and passed, Kite managed a hard earned, two hours.
The loss the year before was something that completely turned his life around. Kite received the ability to go into the full form of Dragoon and finished the rest of his training three years later at the age of fourteen. For the next two years Kite helped the younglings that were beginning their training. If one was having trouble, he made sure to help them fix it and helped all of them excel.
Sixteen was the age of Kite when the next chapter of his life began. Kite knew there were people stronger than him out in the world, but he never expected that his life would ever take him to them. The day of his sixteenth birthday, Kite was brought before the elders. Every single one was present along with two men he did not know. They were dressed in armor and each had a pendant consisting of a metal eye. All the eyes lay on Kite, and he felt a bit nervous. But as soon as he entered the tent in which the elders were, the oldest of the elders began to speak in his dry, scratchy voice.
‘These men have come to talk to you Kite. I believe what they have to say is for the best...”
A year after that day, Kite was in a whole known training program, one that was to tune him up to the point of superiority to almost all. His academic standards were raised and rigorous training was given. The training was just as bad, if not worse than the training he endured in his tribe. He welcomed the challenge that day he was taken away. Kite made a goal, he was going to become stronger, and fend for himself if necessary. His life was completely different form when he lived in the tribe. He was treated as royalty now. Unfortunately, Kite didn’t like it.
Kite wasn’t used to this lifestyle and tried to do most things himself. There were people who wanted to help him with a lot of easy tasks, but he merely brushed them off and did it himself. He took care of himself and didn’t need a random person working for Lucia to do it for him. Kite continued his training for years as part of the Lucian Hierarchy. He was the only one who used a spear, and he was unique.
Kite was able to gain experience from this life, and his magic ability grew stronger. He was one with the environment around him and could control it with his powers. Kite appreciated the support of his peers however. He believed them all to be equals. It didn’t matter who beta who in certain skills. But as long as they all respected each other, Kite didn’t care.
Chazz was something else. He was a very immature person. A few Hierarchy members found him annoying, but Kite didn’t mind him. He felt that he was the personality that none of the others had and it kept everyone else on their feat. He noticed that Chazz looked up to Vergil Midway as an older brother of sorts. Kite looked at this and found it to be something the other members should respect. It was good to have someone close to you.
Kite didn’t talk much to the others, but when he did he was mature and friendly. He wasn’t always serious but he kept a hold on his sarcasm and jokes. He wasn’t one to joke much. He didn’t know why, but he figured it had something to do with the past he didn’t remember.
Kite was sent on missions from time to time. At the age of twenty, Kite had a mission that he remembered dearly. He was sent by himself to recover an item and it was the first time he really killed a person. It stuck to him forever and he killed more than one throughout the years. It wasn’t something that got easier as you did it; it was something that he never forgot. He death was something precious he took from those people.
Now at the age of twenty-three, closest to the age of Chazz and Vergil, Kite worked with the hierarchy as one of the most respected members in the Lucian army. Life wasn’t easy but he was getting through it.
Kite had a real family once. Unfortunately, the death that had become of them was something so vile that he never wished to recall... But now he had a new life.
Weapon of Choice: Spear
Fighting Style: Snake style is based on whipping power which travels up the spine to the fingers. The ability to sinuously move, essentially by compressing one's stomach/abdominal muscles, is very important. Footing is quite grounded. The stancework is fluid in order to maximize the whipping potential of any movement. This necessitates building a strong spine to contain the power and strong fingers to convey the strike. Since breath is important to any movement of the spine and ribs, snake style is considered one of the main styles which eventually led to internal training. Snake style is also known as an approach to weapons training, the straight sword and spear in particular. There are even specialty varieties of sword blades and spear points that curve back and forth down the length of the blade in imitation of the snake's body known as snake sword and snake spear.
Snake Style generally aims for weak points of the human body, such as eyes, groin, and joints, meaning a snake stylist must always try to avoid conflict, as taking part in combat may cause great physical damage to an opponent, making anyone who is skilled in this style very dangerous.
Strengths: The snake style has made Kite fast, his muscles strong and with great stamina, and his bones at a point in which are very strong. This gives Kite the ability to dodge and counterattack with some ease. It also gives him better defence. Kite’s arms are especially flexible and powerful in his body, making it easier for him to find pressure points. Kite is much more skilled at fighting when he has his weapon with him as he is trained in using it skilfully.
Weaknesses: Without his weapons, Kite’s skill in battle goes down slightly leaving him to only use his fists and protect himself with his other skills. Kite is more so trained in his spear than the rest of his body, meaning that losing his spear leaves him at a disadvantage he tries to avoid. Having his arms stronger than his legs, although he is fast because of his style, makes Kite more dependant on arm based attacks. When it comes to defense, he can move his legs fast enough to block, but cannot take too much stength to the shins.
Dragoon Transformation: A special magic that can only be taught to Dragoons. This magic is only mastered by few and feared by many. Only through a blood family man a young boy or girl begin training in the deadly magic. Many believe that the art of Dragoon is obtained through special orbs, but that is not the case.
The truth about this magic is that a young boy or girl must start intense training, learning how to focus the blood inside them and sacrifice some of their life energy top summon their power. It does not weaken their body physically, but their soul is shattered for several hours after the transformation has ceased and the Dragoon is brought back to normal.
Through years of training the children learn how to summon the inner dragon, spreading their own wings and unleashing their true powers. Once perfected, the soul no longer shatters and the holder can fully control their power.
Notice: Info on the spear In Real Life - The King of weapons to the Chinese martial arts world, this weapon is said to resemble a dragon in flight when in the hands of a master. It is said that this weapon is the most difficult to master. The history of this weapon goes back to the early pages of Chinese history. Early spears were made simply of sharpened bamboo, later metal heads were added, then tassels were added, serving two purposes first distracting the enemy with rapid movements, and stopping blood flow to the wielders hands which would disrupt proper movement of the weapon. Now though, the form practiced is merely a re-enactment of those days on the battlefield, with techniques including thrusting, body wrapping, slashing, chopping, numerous parries, blocks and attacks, all of which give the spear the most versatility of all the weapons.
