Post by Jeremor on Aug 29, 2014 19:31:00 GMT
Play-By Name: Buakaw por Pramuk
Name: Kitti Mookjai
Age/DOB: 22, 4/13
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'8
Weight: 160lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Planet: Earth
A lucky pair of chopsticks, assorted currency, dirty clothes, and a sleeping bag. Also, some athletic tape.
If the true martial artist has complete control over not only his body but his emotions, then Kitti Mookjai still has a long way to go. To call him impulsive and loud would be understating it, and to think him selfish would be spot on. He lives his life for only himself and can often be too wrapped up in getting what he wants that he totally ignores and tramples on the feelings of others.
Underneath a loudly brash and confident facade lies a man who still feels like a child. He reacts to things without thinking them through and is prone to bouts of complacency. Whatever great potential he might have
is sabotaged by his constant failure to grow up and accept the responsibilities given to him. When life gets too hard, he makes excuses and throws a tantrum about it. In the end, though, he'll come around to accept them and try to fix what's wrong.
Not all bad, though. He is a fun person to be around, brave(if stupidly), occasionally caring, and determined for as long as his passion remains ignited. Though he does idiotic things with regularity, he's clever and quick to master new things... if he only sticks with them long enough. Kitti is prone to bipolar bursts of inspiration and tenacity and fire, mixed with periods of melancholy and laziness. But, while he is riding on good feelings, he will keep things interesting by attempting new things and overcoming whatever problem gets in his way. During these times, he'll accomplish the unbelievable and make those around him feel on top of the world.
Likes:
- Spicy food
- Winning
- Telling stories
- Fighting
- Training
- Impressing people
- Laughing
- Jokes
Dislikes:
- Giving gifts
- Sweets
- Losing
- Having a stuffy nose
- Being teased
- Serious people
The jungles of Thailand are dense and thick with beautiful scenery, and a few dangerous creatures such as tigers and elephants and monkeys. It was out there in the untamed spaces that Kitti Mookjai lived with his family, the youngest son, and was trained in the national pastime of Muay Thai. His teacher was his own father, an accomplished professional fighter many years ago, that subscribed to the old ways of teaching the fighting style. This meant that even in his youth Kitti kicked a great many trees for hours upon days, elbowed them, punched them, and then kneed and headbutted them for good measure. If there is anything his father failed to pass onto his son, it was the restraint of when to use these skills.
That lesson was cut tragically short when a tsunami struck the rural area his family was living in. His family was washed away or else lost in the jungle, which was the fate Kitti suffered. Surviving for a month on his own, he eventually found his way out and wandered down to the giant city of Bangkok. Alone and penniless, he joined the ranks of the street urchins at the tender age of 10. The hardest part of his life began, in which he had to steal to survive and fight to keep whatever he stole. The Muay Thai he was taught quickly adapted to fight off other children in constant street fights... but Kitti Mookjai found his place and even began to thrive.
This worked for a while, sure, but eventually the boy was growing into a young man that was hard not to notice. The street gangs, career criminals, and all other manner of lowlives that made their name on the dirty back streets of Bangkok were a bit more of a challenge than the malnourish orphans Kitti had been fighting off to that point. That didn't mean he stopped fighting, though. It's safe to say that there are only a handful of thugs left in Bangkok that haven't been given a busted lip or a black eye by Kitti Mookjai himself.
Inevitably, Kitti finally made a big enough nuisance of himself that he wound up arrested and transported to a crowded prison camp outside of the city. Once again, now at the age of 17, he found himself back in the jungle. Life in the camps was rough, crammed into a bunkhouse infested with as many insects as there were humans(and far too many of both). The guards, though corrupt, were not slow with their clubs or guns. The warden was barely a human at all, as the prisoners saw him. Part king, part businessman, and part demon, the Warden oversaw everything in the camp with the sort of blind eye that blinked when it was convenient.
Once more, Kitti fell upon his arms, his legs, and his Muay Thai to live. The only difference was that now his grown body was honed, through the difficult life he'd lived as well as the prisoner work he suffered through every day, enough to do real last damage beyond a black eye. Other prisoners took a disliking to Kitti, as a great many people did(for perfectly good reasons, too), and they decided to try to shut his big mouth. By the end of the scuffle, one was dead and the rest too broken to work in the jungle.
Rather than grow angry at him, as Kitti suspected, the warden himself came to see the rough-and-tumble fighter in his solitary cell. From that day forward, Kitti Mookjai participated in prisoner fights organized by the prison officials across the country. The wardens and guards and even lowlife politicians bet on the results of these fights, which made Kitti less of a prisoner and more of a hot commodity. The warden of his prison camp decided to hone his shackled fighter into a more effective champion of the prisoner circuit.
Kitti Mookjai was introduced to another prisoner, an older man that never spoke of his past or himself. Grey-haired and boney, Kitti did not take well to being a student until the old man demonstrated some of his power... the use of Ki. The only thing more powerful than Kitti's pride was his desire for strength, so the two formed a grudging pair of master and disciple. The training took several years, but Kitti became a fearsome gladiator. The warden treated him to a lavish life, relatively, and Kitti took pleasure in fighting...
But he also grew bored of fighting nothing but barely-trained criminals, reigning as unseen champion over the dredges of humanity. Kitti thirsted for glory on a much larger scale. Bidding his 'master' one last farewell, he used his new Ki abilities to smash his way out of the prison camp and escaped into the jungle. For all the years since, he has roamed the world as a martial artist looking for fame. Of course, where else would he go to find it, but the World Martial Art's Tournament in South Africa?
Muay Thai – Kitti learned this fighting style from growing up in Thailand, where every boy dreams of being a kickboxer. Even though he never really made it very far in the professional circuit, the style is still very much part of who he is. It's ferocity and practicality speak to him, and color his desire to win at any cost and under any circumstance.
Survival Skills – By living as both a street urchin in Bangkok and a boy in rural Thailand, Kitti has extensive knowledge of how to survive in urban or jungle locations. He understands the limits of his body very well and how to push them just far enough to survive.
Pickpocketing – A boy in the big city has to figure out how to make ends meet, and Kitti has done that by using his quick-striking fists to steal from people. Another part that plays into this life of a pickpocket thief, is the endurance and speed to run away when you're caught in the act.
Charisma – Another part of living on the mean city streets is in talking fast to save your skin, or put someone off-balance before you skin them. Kitti is adept at using his words and force of personality to distract, lead, cheat, or inspire those he meets.
Tiger Claw Blast – The Tiger Claw Blast is a technique which Kitti was taught by his master in prison, designed specifically to break out of a concrete prison cell. The move involves four punches thrown in a circular motion, with each punch exploding with a short-range ki blast upon contact.
Knife Kick – This ki technique differs from others in that it is not shot out of the hands, but the foot. Kitti braces himself in his stance, and then swings his leg through the air in a classic muay thai roundhouse kick. Whereas normally this would be aimed at nothing more than cracking the ribs of his opponent, instead it emits a wide but slender cutting beam of energy that flies out in a widening pattern until it dissipates completely(20-feet).
Flaming Tiger Knee! - The Flaming Tiger Knee is a vicious attack that involves a ferocious flying knee, leaping up to strike at the opponent's head. Kitti currently has no means of making it "flaming", but has considered adding gasoline and matches to his arsenal.
Tornado Elbow! - Kitti spins around quickly, smashing the back of his elbow/forearm into the opponent's unprotected facial region.
Dragon's Balls – Kitti grabs the enemy by the shoulders and kicks them in the groin as hard as he can. That's it. But it's a very refined and technical low blow, honest.
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A GLIMPSE INTO THE FUTURE WHEN KITTI GATHERS ALL THE DRAGON BALLS AND SUMMONS SHENRON
The seven dragon balls sat in a rough circle, having been dumped out of a sack unceremoniously moments before. A man tossed away the burlap bag he'd been carrying them with, a very unfitting container for things of such immense power, and then looked around radiating smugness. "Let's do this." Kitti said and cleared his throat. "Rise Shenron! Hurry up."
Echoing in the air, sacred words(not the 'hurry up', that didn't echo) hanging expectantly, suddenly the dragon balls all lit up one by one. From the first all the way to the seventh, until they were all a glowing beacon of golden light. A beam of this light shot into the skies, darting around like lightning, and disappeared from view. As if called, out of the clouds a massive green scaly figure weaved it's massive snake-like body and poked it's mighty head down. It was the dragon Shenron, it's long yellow whiskers floating in the air and it's red eyes glowing with intensity. It opened it's giant mouth slightly, even though it seemed to speak telepathically.
"You who have gathered the seven Dragon Balls, I shall grant you one wish within my power." The voice boomed in Kitti's mind, making even him take a step back and reconsider if this was a good idea. Of course, that alone was enough to make the man puff out his chest stubbornly. He didn't like being afraid of things.
"Okay, great. Thanks for showing up." Kitti replied sarcastically, hoping to take this giant wish-granting dragon down a peg. "Whatever. My wish is to be a freaking dragon, too. Make me a dragon. A cool one."
There was a pause then as Shenron stared at the impudent human before him. "Sure. Knock yourself out." The dragon's red eyes glowed more and more intensely, focused on Kitti only, and there was a great flash of light... and then a bunch of smoke. While the smoke cleared away, the dragon balls flew into the air, spinning, and then shot off in random directions. Shenron disappeared from view, laughing in his dragon-ey voice.
"Look out, world. Dragon Kitti is here." He said inside the smoke, waving his arms(which felt rather dragon-like, with claws and such) to clear the smoke away faster. Clear away it did, to reveal that he was a dragon, alright. One that was about 1/100th the size of Shenron, but with 'cool' sunglasses over his red eyes. A few of his scales felt loose, too. Kitti looked down at himself and clenched his tiny claws, then roared in frustration. It was all very cute.
