Ito Arma

[ito]

The Sand Dance


"Yeah, they glow. What of it?"


Walk like an Egyptian

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Name: Ito Arma
Age: 16
Canon or OC: OC
Millenium Item Holder: No
Duelist Status: Intermediate
Deck: Arcana Force. Lots of coin flipping involved.

AF - The Fool (2)
AF - The Dark Ruler
AF - The Light Ruler
AF - The Empress (2)
AF - The Emperor (3)
AF - The Lovers (2)
AF - The Chariot (3)
AF - Temperance
AF - The Moon
AF - The World


Light Barrier (3)
MST
Second Coin Toss (3)
Swords of Revealing Light
Terraforming
Valhalla, Hall of the Fallen(2)
Cup of Ace


Arcana Call
Fairy Box
Lucky Chance (2)
Mirror Force
Reversal of Fate (3)

They fall down like Dominos[/size]

History: He was born into this quaint little family in the quaint little town in the countryside of Japanese territory. It was a quaint little existence. However, quaintness rather killed him on the inside, and because of this, he had to become beyond quaint. He needed to live for something. And because he hated everyone secretly, that thing he lived for, became destruction, and chaos.

The first step of his plan, began around age 7, when he would beg his parents to let him move into the city of Okinawa. His parents loved him, so they sold off their property in the countryside and moved into a nice house in the suburbs, close enough to the city to go to school there. Phase one was complete. From then, he posed as passive-aggressive, making sure he wasn't noticed as threatening. His eyes were always rather evil looking, so he really had to play it innocent to maintain a disguise as such.

However there came to be a flaw in his plan, a miscalculation that would have proven fatal. His parents noticed that he was never making friends or anything. This was around age 12. He knew that if he didn't do something, he would have to gain a friend. This is the story of how he decided he needed his first pawn. His first pawn was a socially active athlete from the track team. Making this pawn was rather difficult, and it involved entering the social realm. However, he found that people enjoyed his presence. All so ignorant. So he managed to waltz on into the social realm quite easily. He joined the track team just to make sure his veil held up.

Of course with all evil people, there is another reason that they remain evil. One night he was invited to a party, age 14. Having to maintain an image he went. He entered the party and was having a 'blast' if that was what it was, but he was more or less looking for a way to destroy them all, as usual. What he didn't notice, was that behind his back they were serving alcohol. However his father somehow figured out this detail that he missed, and he showed up to pick up Ito from the party. However, as he entered a fight suddenly broke loose. Being the good guy, he tried to stop it, and he was killed in the cross fire.

Ito shrugged it off though, which traumatized him at the same time. At the funeral he couldn't cry for him. He didn't understand the man, he couldn't comprehend something other than pawns and disguise. Because of this, he traumatized himself with his own lack of emotions. He felt completely indifferent about it. However, he knew that his mother would freak out if he didn't change something. So to put up a veil of sublimation, he made it a key to exceed in school.
Likes:
+Reading
+Decoding Things
+Mental Challenges
+Chess
+Video Games
+Ostriches
+Hot Cocoa
+Toying With People
+Yaoi (Just reading it though)
+Sprinting Long Distances
Dislikes:
-Cars
-Traffic
-Skaters
-Punks
-Narcissists
-Frozen Things
-Lemons
-Hawks
-Heavy Metal(Including Scream-o)
-Idiotic people who think they can tell him what to do and not suffer.

All the old paintings on the Wall[/size]

Sample RP:

Ito awoke again. His eyes wide open. He stared out a little bit into the ceiling. He sat up groggily and looked out the window next to his bed. Because every good main character sleeps next to the window. He stretched a little and coughed up a little bit of built up mucus. That was strange, because he usually didn’t cough at all. Day three of vacation was going to be a doozy. He stood up, and walked towards the door a few steps. Suddenly his head felt like nothing and his perception faded to black except to where his pupils were all he saw with. He rubbed his head as he stumbled to a stop. “What is this? Lethargy?” he asked himself, “Impossible, I haven’t been sick since the third grade!”

Koharu suddenly bust through the door, and almost nailed Ito. Luckily there was no disease that would make Ito miss an entrance like that. He rolled out of the way and stopped in a sitting position. He looked at Koharu, who missed him, but landed, softly on his bed. “Not now Koharu, I got sick from staying up late,” Ito said with a complaining tone. Koharu looked a little sad. “Aww! But, I wanted to train some more! I think I’ve grown so much stronger already!” he complained in a whiney and somewhat annoying voice. Ito looked at the clock. It was about 7 in the morning. That was what his internal alarm was always set for him to wake up these days. Maybe Koharu had that kind of thing with himself as well. He was a chip of the old block, to say the least.

Ito sighed with some Lethargy backing his tone of breath. He got up, and let the blood flow through his veins, so he could start moving. Lethargy usually occurred when he stood up and started to move before the excess blood in his head could flow normally. He then walked forward, “Sick or no, we are training today. I don’t care if the heavens themselves throw their gods in my path today alone. I am making us stronger.”

Koharu bounced up and down with an immature cheer that seemed pointless. The only thing was that he was afraid that Ito might kill himself over this training thing. “Yeah! Let’s make sure that nobody messes with us!” he said. Suddenly finding himself running to the door, he made it outside the doorframe, and turned around and bounced in a way that said ‘too much sugar this morning’, saying, “Come on Ito! We gotta go! Go! Go!” Ito was walking much slower than he was used to. He was too tired, and unfortunately he would have a hell of a time making himself get to a training ground. That may have been an understatement as well, seeing how it took a bunch of effort to move out of the way of an over emphasized assault from Koharu. He was at like, half his game today, but he was still going to give it two-hundred twenty percent even so.

Ito grabbed the book from his bedside table and drunkly walked toward the door to follow Koharu. “Calm down, I am sick you know,” he said. He stopped to have a fit of coughs and hacks that lasted like, a half a minute. After that he managed to get outside. He tripped over himself a little as he made it down the last step of his front porch. His skin looked pale and he seemed like a zombie. Of course the fact that he groaned a little as he walked the sixty six blocks to the new training ground didn’t help the on looking people much. As they arrived some one and a half hours later, Ito felt as though he could die from this sort of trip. He thought that the fresh air would help him breath better, however, he forgot that he was in Japan, where the fresh air is less healthy than the air inside your home.

He had to ignore his gnawing hunger for a nap at the moment, because he was forced down to the level of the average suburbanite slob, where long periods of what was usually light activity, felt like long periods of extremely strenuous activity. He looked over to his Demon partner who was really being excited about the whole training thing that Ito was now considering taking back now. Koharu turned his head again and asked, “Something wrong Ito?” Ito shook his head from right to left, then back to right. “Not a thing besides what’s been established,” he said. For some reason he was noticing his more pointless motions. The things he didn’t normally notice were becoming activities that he less than enjoyed. So this was what Americans felt like.

Ito opened up the book and saw something pleasing for once. “Good news Koharu,” he said with a smile. Koharu tilted his head in much curiosity. “Good news? What kind of good news could you possibly bare for me in your condition?” he asked with a smirk. Ito smirked sarcastically, it showed much irritation. “Real cute,” he said sarcastically. “The news is that the book has revealed two more spells to me, so training is going to be interesting,” he added on top of his previously made statement. With that Koharu smiled a big grin, “Yes! We are at five entire spells now!” Ito chuckled, “That’s the spirit Koharu.” He said that with a much happier tone of voice. He looked over his shoulder and around the area for any bums that camped out here to get rid of before training. There were none luckily, so he resumed with his activities.

Koharu got up close to Ito so that he wouldn’t blast the living daylights out of his book owner and book. Ito nodded and opened the book, channeling in his heart energy. The book began to glow a brilliant violet light. This was the first time Ito actually put his heart energy into the book before casting a spell, and for some reason, Ito felt a little bit more energized. He smiled maniacally as he read over the word inside his head. The glow from his book helped him not feel his human illness and his usual weaknesses of his mortal body. He felt like a god. However he knew that the feeling would only last as long as his heart energy. “Mujuuryoku!” he read with extreme emotion, the way he read it sounded like a pastor preaching from the bible or something. The book began to glow even more brilliantly. Koharu suddenly shifted his stance, legs parted a bit, and his fists clenched tightly. He made a snapping motion with both of his arms simultaneously. Nothing seemed to happen. Ito growled in displeasure; that was two spells that didn’t do anything visible. He walked forward a few steps, looking for the effect. Suddenly he realized that his feet weren’t on anything. He looked down and saw he was floating. “Whoa!” he gasped aloud in surprise. Koharu was pretty much swimming through the lack of gravity like he lived like that daily, kicking his legs to swim through the air, while floating on his back like a show off.

Ito was floating in one spot. He wasn’t used to floating in a Zone with the lack of gravity. However he knew that with an effect like this, some practice was in order. He quickly began to learn how to swim in zero gravity. It wasn’t too much different than swimming in the water, except for the detail that there was less to grab onto and move with. However he managed to swim rather normally. He floated towards Koharu, who now stood lazily in midair. “You done practicing your moving around without gravity in a zone?” Koharu asked with a grin. Ito nodded, “It will still take some getting used to, but I think I’ll be better off than our opponents when we use this.” He glanced at his watch, it had taken him like, an hour to get used to that. He felt his heart energy dwindling after such prolonged usage of a spell. He landed and shut the book, canceling the spell out. Koharu fell from his stand in midair, and landed in pretty much the same stance. He looked around for something else to distract his mind from stuff like training. He knew that Ito was training in order of spell number and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to use spell number five after prolonging the use of spell number four.

In demon school, which was what he was one of the lucky few who attended, he had learned that when they are paired with a human partner, they would have two spells that were more powerful than their average spell. He learned that the first of these was spell number five. He never learned what the other one was, as only a few demons in the tournament ever gain the second ultimate spell. He had heard that there were some tournaments where no demons obtained their second ultimate spells. Something told him that wouldn’t be the case this tournament. After a little while of rest, maybe another hour or so, Ito had regained his heart energy, because he didn’t strain himself. Without the spell book active and glowing, he was still sick like a human. He got up and said, “Koharu, come here, we are going to try out spell number five.”

He turned around and walked to the wall of the crater that was the new training ground. He looked over the spell, channeling his heart energy into the book once more. He knew it was activated by the brilliant violet light that shone from the text. He smiled as the light lifted him away from the feeling of his illness. He read the word one more time in his head. It was a long spell for the spells he had read at that point. He looked at Koharu who was waiting impatiently for it. “Come one already Ito! Cast that spell!” Koharu demanded with excitement in his voice. “Very well then, you said this was your first ultimate spell by your count?” he asked rhetorically, with a maniacal grin.

He finally read out loud, “Tasai Basoudonsuto!!!!” The emotion backing this spell was one of killer instinct, an emotion that was not an emotion, a feeling without feeling. The will to destroy everything as well. All of this was backing the spell, it was all of Ito put into such a short phrase; it was amazing how he managed to shout this spell. Koharu smiled and laughed happily. He pointed his palms to the sky and rapidly fired a few dozen black spheres into the sky. They rained like meteors and smashed the earth to which they landed on. Ito smiled as he watched the spell go on. The spheres of gravity, being so concentrated that they were visible, made craters with ease where they landed.

The spheres of gravity dragged along the ground, causing a trail to lead to a center point where their paths converged. This convergence caused a large sphere of visible concentrated gravity to form. It suddenly shrunk and super concentrated to the a size invisible to the naked eye, before exploding outwards in a big way. This explosion was barely contained within the confines of the training ground and it blew away everything within the area that was once a construction site. As the gravity finished its work, the entire area that was once a training ground had become a pressure induced crater. It was amazing. Ito looked at the work of Koharu, and Koharu looked at the work of himself. The entire training ground was obliterated in a single spell. They looked in awe at what they had done, and then realized what they had done.

Ito smiled and laugh maniacally for a moment, but was interrupted by a coughing fit. He looked at the book. It wasn’t glowing anymore, so he was no longer lifted of his disease’s effects on him. He looked around for something to train with, but there was nothing; everything was either obliterated or blown away. He sighed, “Alright, it looks like this place is totaled, from our training. So I’m afraid that we must leave now, or else we’ll have some sort of riot on our hands.”

Koharu nodded in agreement, still panting from the rush of the spell. The two of them turned and headed home. And now they were without a good training ground… luckily, though, that was the last day of training. Even better though, not a soul would have seen what they did. Ito ached; his body and mind were worn to their limit. His heart energy was lingering, dwindling. He slept well that night.

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