Kage Camui

[Kage]

»Kage-Camui«

{( I want to be the very best

``Name;; Real Name:]Yamaguchi Kenshin, however he is referred to by his assumed name Kage Camui.
``Age;;27
``Height/Weight;;5' 11" 158 lbs
``Orientation;; Straight

``Occupation;; Kanto Region CHAMPION
``Wealth;; Rich
``Canon/Original;;

Original
{( Like no one ever was

``Criminal Record;; Nothing is known about Kenshin before he became a trainer
``Medical Record;; Kenshin has a perfectly clean bill of health.
``Secrets;; A very big one, but that will be revealed later on.
``Appearance;;
FACE
Kenshin has a face that literally looks like it belongs to a child. His eyes are a striking icy blue. They are narrow and calculating. His eyes are most often rimmed with dark eyeliner. The only really negative thing about Kenshin's face is that he looks so much like a child, leading many to believe that he is much younger than he really is. Kenshin does have a nice smile, one filled with arrogance and self-satisfaction. His full smile is rarely seen, as he prefers the smirk ‘look’. He has a mouth feel of sparkling white teeth that he makes sure to take incredibly good care of.

HAIR
Kenshin’s hair definitely adds more to his appearance rather than taking anything away from it. It's one of the things that he makes sure is always perfect. It's naturally a nice icy white color, that isn't really bluish but isn't too white either. He is barely ever found without some kind of styling product in it. It's naturally straight and slightly fluffy. But it's silky smooth to the touch. The kind that people literally beg to run their fingers through, and on a few instances people actually have begged him to let them do it. He does have those 'swoopy' bangs that are constantly covering one if not both of his eyes.

BODY
Kenshin has relatively pale skin due to the fact that much of his time is spent in an arena; its silky smooth, and practically flawless. Kenshin doesn't have a very intimidating figure, although he is fit. His eyes are really show his intensity rather than his muscle tone. He's a bit gangly actually. If he was only a few inches taller he'd have little to no control over his limbs. He has an incredibly flat stomach and you can practically count the number of ribs that show. It's strange because Kenshin eats all the time. Food is definitely something that he enjoys. He just doesn't seem to gain weight. His legs and arms are thin, but they aren't appallingly skinny.

CLOTHING
His style is one that is considered “ever changing”. Although he tries to remain up to date on all things trendy, over the course of ten years, his style has calmed down and has somewhat mirrored the phases of his life. For example, in his rebellious teenage years, Kenshin spent much of his time in the teenage fashion scene attributed to Visual Kei music artists. Today however, he has come full circle, the complete opposite of what he was in his younger years. Now, as the representative of Kanto’s finest trainers, Kenshin dresses like a businessman- granted his suits may be a bit more expensive. His closet is massive and filled with hundreds of some of the finest suits in the world, believing that half of success is in appearance. Yamaguchi is very obsessed with his appearance. He cannot sit still in a desk for too long before he will check or fix his hair, or clothes. Kenshin has been known to change suits at least three times throughout the day.

``History;;
Yamaguchi-Kenshin was born into the fairly well off family of his father Yamaguchi-Mitsurugi, a powerful businessman in the Kanto region who was one of the major players in the Silph Company, and his mother Yamaguchi-Setsuka, a now retired model who had revolutionized the fashion industry with her off the wall and occasionally inappropriate photo shoots. One could say that looking at Kenshin’s family; the boy was destined for greatness. However, his parents were very demanding, sending him off to a strict boarding school off in the Sinnoh Region, where would receive a strict primary education, studying business, language, history, and science for literally seventeen hours per day.

Growing sick of this repetitive lifestyle, Kenshin would, at age seven run away from his primary school, stealing a pokeball and some food and water, he ran far into the woods, until he had lost his way. The young Kenshin was cold, alone, and most importantly afraid, as he camped out in the middle of the forest on his third night in the forest the howls he had heard, yet dismissed in his sleep were now growing closer, and more audible, it was a pack of poochyena led by a mightyena had surrounded the lost boy, it looked as if it were over for the boy when suddenly, a single growlithe had leapt from the brush, attacking the mightyena, caught by surprise and afraid the mightyena had fled, and it was followed by its loyal pack.

Kenshin quietly reached for the the pokeball he had taken with hi as the wild growlithe angrily barked at the fleeing pack of hounds, who had undoubtedly crossed into its own packs territory, but Kenshin knew that if he wanted protection, this was his chance. Kenshin threw the pokeball as hard as he could at the back of the growlithe’s head, the ball hit with a thud on the back of the distracted growlithe’s head. As soon as the pokeball made contact with the Pokémon’s head it opened releasing a red light which enveloped the growlithe and seemingly allowing the pokeball to “eat it.” The pokeball hit the ground quietly after it had hit and “absorbed” the growlithe, the pokeball wobbled back and forth several times before it stopped… Kenshin had aptured his first Pokémon.

Kage let the confused growlithe out of the pokeball, the growlithe, still not knowing what had happened sniffed the air around it and lokked at its new owner. An odd happy look developed as it lovingly panted at its new master, Kenshin bent over and pet his new Pokémon affectionately. He would say, “Do you know how to get out of here?” and the growlithe would excitedly bark back, “Growlithe!” and scurry off, with the small boy running off behind him, ultimately leading him to Pettalburg Town and into the Pokecenter to do two things.
The first, was to register as a trainer so if an officer saw him with the growlithe he wouldn’t be arrested. Before entering the building he returned his growlithe to its pokeball, and proceeded to enter the building, and walk up to the welcome desk. Standing on his tippy toes he would lean over the desk and calmly ask the Nurse Joy, “Excuse me ma’m?” The nurse Joy would look down and in a motherly way reply, “Yes, Sir?” holding back a giggle. Kenshin would ask the Nurse I would like to register as a trainer. The Nurse looked at him quizzically, Kenshin was ten, and he looked it, but there were many ten year old who did look young for their ages. She would reply, “And do you have a starter young man? We don’t supply starters here in Pettalburg.” Kenshin grabbed his growlithe’s pokeball and handed it to the nurse saying, “My dad caught it for me.” The nurse Joy reluctantly said, “Very Well.” She lead him to the registry computer in the back and said, “Fill out your information, while I give your starter a check up, so we can get you a license.”

Kenshin sat at the computer as the form appeared on the screen, Kenshin knew he had to give false information so his parents wouldn’t locate him, he began. NAME : Kenshin thought for a moment… what would his new name be… Kage… Kage Camui, he liked it. And once the form filled with fabricated information was complete Kage was born, the only similarity he shared with Kenshin was that they were both born in the Kanto Region. The Nurse Joy returned with growlithe scurrying around her feet. Well Mr. Camui, your growlithe is perfectly healthy. But there is one thing, being as you were born in Kanto you can’t challenge the Sinnoh Elite Four, if you do qualify for a region tournament you must return to Kanto.” Kage nodded and with his new license he began his adventure.

By the age of 10 Kage had accomplished a lot, capturing two extremely elusive Pokémon a Riolu and a Ralts and had successfully evolved all three into an Arcanine, Lucario, and Gallade respectively, in addition he had successfully conquered all eight gym leaders, but he wasn’t ready to return home, donning an absurdly large, over colored and stylized hairdo, studded punk clothing and a bandana tied around his face covering his nose going by the alias of Niji-Masurao, would join a Sinnoh gang known as the 8-9-3s. He would remain in the gang for seven years, during which he would rise the ranks becoming the second in command, and as a gift given a Rhydon, who while in his tenure as second in command would evolve into a Rhyperior; before disappearing from the position, and the Sinnoh region all together.

Five years later, at the Indigo Plateau in Kanto the Region Wide Tournament was being held as it was every year to decide who was worthy to challenge the Elite Four. Some say that this was the greatest tournament in ages due to the sheer number of amazing trainers taking part in the tournament, among them was a mysterious trainer dressed in a traditional samurai hakama and sleeveless kimono, with short bluish white hair, wearing a samurai facemask to hide his face, who referred to himself as Mr. Bushido. This Mr. Bushido was an extremely skilled trainer using a five Pokémon team made up of an Arcanine, a Lucario, a Gallade, a Rhyperior, and a Slowking.

This Mr. Bushido would go on to decimate the competition he face in the tournament, defeat the four elites and come face to face with the Undefeated Champion. The battle they had was said to be the clash of two god-like beings, the battle itself, shaking the stadium to its foundation and leaving the fans in a dazed awe. The sheer power of the combatants, left the field spotted with massive craters and gashes. In the final moments of the battle the two men, the challenger and champion were each down to one Pokémon. Mr.Bushido had his Arcanine and his opponent was using a Medicham.

It was then that Bushido had had enough of hiding his face, he removed the mask revealing himself to be Kage and ordered his Arcananine to finish the battle, and the rest is history as Kage would become the next reigning Kanto Region Champion.

{( To catch them is my real test

``Personality;;
Kenshin’s personality is one that is relatively easy to explain. He is ambitious and questioning. He also has a natural want and need to lead, playing servant simply wasn’t good enough for him, and because of this, he would refuse to accept a lifestyle of diligent service.

There’s also a coolness and aloofness about him – he does not belong in the earthly realm and prefers to quietly do his work, listen and give counsel. At the same time, it comes off as a near perfect act - a blanket pulled over the ugliness of his soul, over the imperfections and void. He's recovered, but not healed. He's okay with it - worse things have happened to others and worse things will happen to him. However, when put under extreme pressure, he begins to lose his cool, and shows signs of insanity. This is where his truly sadistic nature comes to the surface.

Kenshin is a bit of a womanizer and quite the racist. He has a general intolerance for those who aren’t essentially just like him. For this reason he has trouble finding good friends.

He has self-confidence to the highest degree, feeling superior to just about all of those who he comes into contact with. This is clear when he talks to most people, seeing them as ants compared to him, despite the fact that they may be on the same level.

Above all he is extremely arrogant, with an attitude that truly believes, “I can do whatever I want and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me.” This is evident in the way her handles business and many other aspects of his life.
``Likes;;

[/li][li] Martial Arts (Judo, Kendo, Taekwondo).
[/li][li] Lucky Strike Cigarettes.
[/li][li] His younger brother.
[/li][li] Samurai Culture / the Bushido Code.
[/li][li] Fine Clothing.
[/li][li] Green Tea.
[/li][li] Women.
[/li][li] Instant Noodles.
[/li][li] Guns.
[/li][li] Music.

``Dislikes;;
[/li][li] Foreigners (Although he has grown more tolerant).
[/li][li] Tourists.
[/li][li] Forks and Spoons.
[/li][li] Cops.
[/li][li] Ambitious Youths.
[/li][li] Those who don’t know their place.
[/li][li] Cheap alcohol.
[/li][li] The bastardization of his culture.

``Fears;;
[/li][li] Losing.
[/li][li] Bankruptcy.
[/li][li] Betrayal.

``Dreams;;
[/li][li] To become the International Quad-Region Champion

``Quirks;;
[/li][li] Adjusts his hair whenever he can see his reflection.
[/li][li] Racist.
[/li][li] Squints when he doesn’t understand.

``Strengths;;
[/li][li] Pokémon Battles.
[/li][li] Finding ways around the law.
[/li][li] Languages.
[/li][li] Sex.
[/li][li] Competitive.

``Weaknesses;;
[/li][li] Perfectionist .
[/li][li] An intolerance for failure.
[/li][li] Cigarettes.
[/li][li] Expensive Food.
[/li][li]Inexpensive Food.
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{( To train them is my cause

``Parental Units;; Yamaguchi-Mitsurugi (deceased) Yamaguchi-Setsuka (deceased)
``Siblings;; none
``Status;; single
``Spouse;; none
``Children;; Unknown
``Pokemon Team;;

Arcanine
Ability: Flash Fire
Level: 82
Moves: Extreme Speed, Flame Thrower, Thunder Fang, Solar Beam


Lucario
Ability: Inner Focus
Level: 80
Moves: Extreme Speed, Aura Sphere, Close Combat, Dragon Pulse


Rhyperior
Ability: Solid Rock
Level: 79
Moves: Megahorn, Hammer Arm, Thunder Bolt, Rock Wrecker


Gallade
Ability: Steadfast
Level: 79
Moves: Psycho Cutter, Close Combat, Shadow Sneak, Psychic


Slowking
Ability: Own Tempo
Level: 77
Moves: Shadow Ball, Grass Knot, Blizzard, Trump Card

{( I will travel across the land, searching far and wide

``Name/Alias;;Kage
``Time Zone;; Eastern
``Contact Details;; [e-mail]
``RP Sample;;
Strikes of colors filled the night as people in their top fashion ran about the streets. Looking down on them with her Grey eyes inspecting every human down below. Her black spiked hair covered half of her face as she leaned her head to her right side resting on her bony shoulder. She was squatting on one of the higher buildings in the area. Mishuku snorted as she spotted a girl covered in a pinkish robe fall face first into a puddle of sewer water.

"I wonder why they insist on being so ignorant all the time?" Mishuku asked aloud as she stood up to her full length. She looked around before placing her hands on her hips and licking the piercings on her lips. She wanted to do something and sitting around laughing at people wasn't on her agenda. She came here to have fun and she was going to have fun but she didn't know what to do. "Heh, I can mess around with some humans and see how long they can last before they turn on each other…" Mishuku said as she gave a low growl.

Her wings had come out; she jumped off the building flapping her wings as she flew downward. She hovered over the people analyzing each one of them. "Which one, which one...?" Mishuku whispered as the chattering of the people below grew louder. She raised a brow curious of what was going on.

Up ahead she spotted a line that almost extended half of a block. The people wore neon lights around them and had piercings almost everywhere. Mishuku smirked as she heard loud throbbing music coming out every time the guard opened the door. She sat there in mid-air crossing her legs and looking at the scene below. Mishuku rested her head on her pale hand as she chuckled at some of the humans who were pushing to get in.

Her mind was taken off the subject of messing with people. She was actually intrigued at the music she was hearing. And most importantly she liked what she was seeing. The colors she saw relaxed her and the strobe lights made it all the better. "Hah! This is better then I'd expect it to be!" she yelled out as a fight broke out at the end of the line.

Imae Aiko had a little bit of a rhythmic sway to her step as she slunk through the pulsating crowd of frantically gyrating raving dancers that packed the dance floor of the club. Her graceful, grooving gait would have been awkward or difficult for most to achieve in six-inch platform boots, but it was a sway to which she'd become accustomed. Really, she was more likely to trip barefooted than in her heels. Keeping a wary eye on head bangers and glow stick spinners, she bounced her way toward the edge of the crowd. There were so many people, though, and so many already intoxicated dancers she had to be careful to avoid. It was quite the journey; she licked her rouged lips, thirsty for another sip of her drink, which she held protectively above her head. The music that thumped around her was literally palpable on the air, a deep; neo-techno type beat that pumped up in exciting little vibrations through her legs and thighs, as she bobbed her head along with the feeling. Her eardrums felt like they were pulsing pretty violently along with the sound as well, but it was all in good fun.

"Misa-chaaaaaan!" she called loudly, scrunching her face at the effort to scream above the speakers, but she was certain no one could hear her. She shot her gaze upward to check on her tonic. It was an appletini, and she desperately hoped not to spill it as she made her way through the drunken dancers, scanning the crowd, which was draped in the black light, for Amane's familiar face.

The night was young, and she'd only had a few drinks, herself. She was just starting to feel the lovely warm tingle of the alcohol in her stomach. She figured she'd wait for Misa-chan to arrive to start the hardcore partying. She'd not seen her friend since way back when, in Kansai, it was an exciting concept, the thought of partying with Amane again. Aiko was known to imbibe pretty heavily, but Amane? Give the girl a wine bottle and it would be gone before the end of a meal. She smiled warmly at the thought. It wasn't often she found another girl that could out drink her, but she thought that Misa-chan was probably her better, or at least a pretty close match.

A more bass-heavy and violently rhythmic song began at about the time she hurled herself past the edge of the pulsating mass of dancers, and she swayed her thin shoulders along with it, glad to be free to move her arms. She let her drink hand sag to about lip level, and downed the rest of her martini in one fell sip. Mmmmm. Maybe she should make another trip to the bar before Amane arrived? Aww, who was she kidding? The bar was probably the most likely place she'd find her friend, right? She giggled at the thought, setting the martini glass aside on a random surface as she moved toward the VIP bar. Her steps were much quicker now that she didn't need to worry about being smacked in the face with a randomly flying fist or glow stick.

She was pretty satisfied that Misa wasn't among the crowd, being that a decent sized swarm of random guys would have likely congregated around the star if she made the mistake of stopping for more than a few seconds there. She'd seen no such gatherings in her few sweeps of the dancers, and had been lucky enough to avoid creating such a scene herself. All-in-all, the start of the night was turning out pretty glitch-free, if only Misa would hurry up and get there so they could start the mischief. The bouncer that guarded the entrance to the VIP section nodded her way and stepped aside to allow her access to the lounge. She smiled and walked quickly past him, bending beneath the little rope he held up for her passage.

When she came upon the bar she leaned over it, twirling a strand of the pink extensions she'd had clipped in for tonight around her index finger. "Hey, babe," she said to the bartender, and licked her lips. "I'll have a vodka and tonic, please." She smiled kindly. "Put it on the tab. Imae." And then she turned from him to wait and looked back out at the crowd in lounge. It was much less densely packed than the common dance floor, although it was by no means sparse. Still, it didn't seem Amane was here, either. After a few moments, her drink was prepared, and she began to nurse it slowly. She wasn't sure how long she could hold out with the whole alcohol moderation deal, in a club. Loud music made her want to drink, and a lot. In all likelihood, if Misa-chan didn't arrive soon, she'd be totally trashed for their reunion. It might be fun, but nonetheless she hoped Amane would show up with some degree of haste, as she'd high hopes to remember at least part of their first night out together, after so long a separation ...

The neon light inside the clue reflected off of Misa’s patent leather watch as she shifted her wrist to yet again glance at the time. She was late. Finally finding herself having arrived inside, Misa scanned the crowd to find the one she was here to see. Imae… Though she did not see her friend looking back at her anywhere in the midst of the ravers, she did find several others looking back at her. This brought a grin to her face. She had dressed for such a reaction. She was here, after all, to party.

Starting from the top, Misa had piled her long blonde locks atop her head, several tendrils falling in a purposefully messy fashion to frame her face and tickle the nape of her neck, it being held together with metallic red pins. A cropped leather jacket adorned her torso, zipped up just enough to keep her ‘decent’. A metallic red chain was looped around her throat, the end hanging free to disappear beneath the jacket, a matching one hung around her hips. Form fitting, calf length black pants hugged her legs, and her feet balanced in a pair of red stilettos. To complete everything, her lips were glistening with red gloss and her eyes were rimmed with s glittering black liner. Yeah, she was ready to party.

Heading towards the lounge to grab herself a drink before searching the crowded floor for Imae, Misa found herself declining several invitations to dance…. And other things. Tonight she just wanted to party with her girlfriend from Kansai. Winking at the bouncer who immediately recognized her, she slipped under the rope. Feeling a good amount of eyes on her once more, Misa pretended to be indifferent to the attention as she strode to the bar, though adding a seductive strut to her gait.

Finding an open spot on the bar, she leaned forward on the counter, tugging lightly on the bartender’s cuff, smiling sweetly at him. “How about a Dracula’s Kiss?” Watching the man mix the black cherry vodka, grenadine, and cola, Misa amused herself by watching the dancers on the other side of the rope. The hard techno was perfect for dancing and letting go, and she couldn’t wait to get out there. Accepting her finished drink, she slid a bill from inside her brassiere. “Keep the change cutie.” Winking at the bartender before stepping away from the bar, Misa searched for her friend as she sipped her drink.

It didn’t take long to spot that familiar face standing only a few feet from where Misa stood herself. Taking a step towards her, she exclaimed “Ai-chaannn!!!”, her arms thrown out in joy and excitement. Now the party could begin at last.

“Oh my god, Misa –chaaaaaaan!!!” Aiko squealed, and she fanned her face excitedly for a few seconds before stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around the smaller woman – careful, of course, not to spill her drink during the excited display of girlish affection. She held the hug for a second, drawling out her high-pitched squeal to its very end, and then she stepped back to give Misa an appraising once-over. “Misa-chan,” she exclaimed, “you look so hot! You haven’t changed a bit! Except … ohmigod, have you lost weight? Is that even possible for somebody so thin?”

She then clanked her glass against Misa’s to let the other know that her questions were rhetorical, slung an arm around Misa’s shoulders and tugged her friend closer to her spot at the bar. The sudden suprise of seeing her old friend again seemed to get her blood pumping a little faster, and she felt an alcohol-induced flush rush to her cheeks as her pulse quickened. The fuzzy euphoria of her buzz grew with the rush, too, and she smiled brightly at Misa for a moment, her eyes a suddenly a little glazed. Misa-Misa's fame had grown quite a bit since their time together in Kansai – as had her own, she quickly noted to herself – and it was likely the fact that their escapades would attract a good deal of attention if they got wild enough – and they certainly would, if she had anything to do with it – along with the rush from seeing an old friend, that was hyping her up. Not to mention, vodka was her drink. Speaking of which ..., she thought, and took a hearty gulp from her quickly dwindling glass.

Tonight was going to be a good night; she could feel it.

If she were entirely free of the influence of alcohol, maybe she would’ve liked to ask Misa what it was that took her away from Kansai so quickly, and with so little notice – she had nursed some hurt feelings about that ordeal for a while, after all. However, she wasn’t entirely free of its influence - and so she didn’t. The thought barely crossed her mind. Instead, she let her arm fall from Misa's shoulder, leaned against the bar and swung her hips a little to the music, flashing a wry smirk and gesturing to the attractive VIP crowd. “Looks hot out there, no?” she asked, quirking her lips a little higher. She kept her voice loud so that it could be heard over the pulsing music. “I am so ready to dance, Misa-chan!!” she continued with a giggle, and then paused momentarily.

“First though, you’ve got to fill me in! Like, what’s going on? How are you? How's life? Working on any new projects? I haven’t spoken with you in ages!” At that, she downed the rest of her drink and turned toward the bartender to gesture for another, as certainly the time it took for Misa to give her the details would be enough to finish one more. Almost as soon as she'd sent her attention away from her old friend, though, she shot it back and narrowed her smiling eyes at Misa's face. This was Misa-Misa, so there had to be something interesting going on in her life.

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{( Teach Pokemon to understand the power that’s inside!

[GOD]

Very Well Done. Your bio had a great composition and was very detailed, your personality was thorough and very descript, and your appearance was eloquently done.
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