Character Biographies
Name: Chan "Burnout" Yong Sheng
Age: 16
Birthday: September 27, 1984
Favorite food: Mee Pok (Singaporean noodles), almost anything with meat.
Hobby: Writing, web surfing
Most Important: rune-engraved magnum, Family
Dislikes: The "Authority", insects
Fighting Style: Stand "World-Eater"
"You're no match for the wrath of my Stand. World-Eater, sic him!"
Appearance:
Chan is a sixteen-year old boy, and the de facto leader of the DHS team. He always wears his spectacles and fingerless gloves, followed by loose clothing that gives freedom of movement. He's often accompanied by his friends, and in a good mood most of the time. Among the group, he tries to be "on the job", attempting to make them take him more seriously. Unfortunately, his attempts often fail.
The boy is never without his handgun, the "Mage Cannon" which rests by his side in a holster. When expecting combat, or attempting to look "cool", he wears a blue jacket, or a long, grey trenchcoat.
His Stand, World-Eater, resembles an armored warrior, equipped with sword with shield. The head has been replaced by a gaping maw, filled with long, sharp teeth.
Biography:
Chan was just a normal guy, until a demolition expert visited his school.
During part of a talk on bomb safety in the Science lab, there was a gas leak. When the expert detonated is fake "bomb", Chan found himself caught in a firestorm.
He should have died.
Instead, something shielded him from the impact, leaving him bruised and singed, but relatively unharmed. Initially, Chan's Stand looked like a visored knight, in the first few seconds of its activation.
However, the blast had some effect on it, destroying the helmet and revealing the monstrosity underneath. Still, that was perfectly fine with Chan, who was too thrilled with his new power to comment on its looks.
After some time, he found out how to control it through trial and error, as well as force of will. Even better, he realized that he could channel its power into a specific object, unleashing it in the form of searing, red streaks of energy.
But then, never finding a true outlet for fighting, Chan quickly buried this matter under the rest of his life.
However, one day, he saw an open invitation to the KOF Tournament 2000 online. At first, Chan wondered whether it was simply a set-up. But later, after hearing it become the talk of the class, the boy decided to try his luck, dusting off his training outfit once more…
Of course, he had to have a team. And who better to join it, than his best friends?
And thus was the DHS Team formed.
Chan is the strongest member in the team, yet also the weakest. Simply put, he was made for keep-away battles, with his long-range weapons and all. However, close in, World-Eater evens the odds. Then again, Chan only has partial control of it, and never learned any real martial arts…Somehow, he scrapes through on what he has, improvising techniques as he goes along.
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Ryan
"Life is all a game…And you're almost out of tokens! Let's get it on!"
Name: Ryan "Quicksilver" Lim
Age: 16
Birthday: 13 January, 1984
Favorite food:
Hobby: Listening to music.
Most Important: His upgraded computer/ Collection of Linkin Park tunes
Dislikes: Academic Work
Fighting Style: Jeet Kun Do, Water/Weather manipulation
Appearance:
Ryan is a slim, well-built youth, dressed just like a typical martial artist. He has a rather large hairdo, and a pair of distinctive, though small buck teeth. Though not exactly handsome, he exudes a devastating charisma. He cut a dashing figure in his black shirt and pants, streaked with gold.
He always has a pair of headphones in his pocket, as well as a steady supply of Linkin Park tapes. Ryan is even less serious than Chan, and has a cocky air of indestructibility around him. His teammates despair of him ever "growing up", though they secretly hope he never changes.
Before fighting, Ryan takes great care to attempt to unnerve his opponent, and prefers to have some time to warm up. Also, he's in the habit of slowly and deliberately rolling up his sleeves before administrating a serious beatdown.
Ryan is extremely fast, though not very agile. His fighting style is extremely flash, and more for show than anything else. However, when combined with his water control powers, he's not someone to be trifled with.
Biography:
Ryan's been Chan's friend from the very beginning, since the boy was in grade school. Along with Andro, they've been getting into and out of a LOT of scrapes.
Ryan took up Jeet Kun Do due to the nagging of his parents, who thought that the boy was spending too much time in front of the computer. Strangely enough, the boy excelled in the art, and became something of a master in his own right.
When Chan was looking for companions to join his team, Ryan quickly volunteered, anxious for a taste of adventure. He was instrumental in coaxing Andro, the near-psychopathic warrior, into joining the group, as well as managing to locate Ogion.
And as for his powers?
Well, Ryan doesn't really know how he got them. He considers it god's way of equaling him with the other, far more overpowered people he has met before. Other than that, he simply doesn't care.
Ryan isn't really in this for the money. Sure, it'll be nice to have some of the prize, but he'll prefer international fame and acclaim, thank you very much.
When fighting, Ryan often fights to incapacitate, never to kill. Of course, if it ever does come that, he's perfectly capable of inflicting massive bodily harm. He just prefers not to. Ryan simply can't control his own speed sometimes, which makes his clumsy in certain situations.
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Andro
"Blades don't kill people…I DO!!! Prepare yourself… MASSACRE!!!"
Name: Alistair "Andro" Andrew Gill
Age: 17
Birthday: 21 March, 1983
Favorite food: Vienna Sausages. (Read Chapter 3)
Hobby: None
Most Important: Blades
Dislikes: All distractions
Fighting Style: Streetfighting, "Single-edge" style
Appearance:
Andro is a slim, whiplash-thin man. His eyes are hidden behind a mirrored visor, and his face is an impassive mask. He wears bracers of some kind, hinged at the edges for his blades to slide out. This way, he is never truly unarmed, as long as he wears his normal outfit.
A soft leather jacket, emblazoned with the sign of the local Hell's Angel's chapter. Andro picked it up as a curiosity at a sale, and is quite proud of it. He has placed all his spare weapons underneath that, where he can get hold of them as fast as possible.
Andro has pale skin, and the short haircut favored by most students. The only time he shows any emotion besides irritation is when he is locked in mortal combat, within the circle of his whirling blades.
Bio:
Andro used to be your average student, always fond of pulling both practical and less obvious jokes on people. He also was the best friend of Ryan and Chan, and got into and out of trouble many, many times.
However, when he was in secondary one, his life took a drastic change for the worse. His parents headed overseas, taking him with them.
It would be two years before his friends saw him again.
When Andro returned, he had changed. He had gone from the lighthearted, bitingly sarcastic person he had been, to a psychopath who actually liked to see people bleed. He was never openly cruel, though he seemed to be oddly satisfied when someone become hurt or injured.
Word quickly went out around the class that Andro's parents had died, and he now lived with his grandparents, somewhere else in Singapore.
Andro seemed normal in most respects. He studied, did his homework, passed his exams…All without the joy or energy he used to have.
One day, the local bully attempted to rough Andro up, much to his regret. By the time the rest of the class managed to get the remains of a chair from Andro's hands, his opponent had been scarred for life.
The incident was quickly glossed over, as no one had liked the bully anyway. Ryan, realizing that Andro was merciless enough for battle, asked him to join the group. Andro agreed instantly, eager for more violence.
Now, Chan and Ryan regret their decision somewhat, but realize that it's too late to take him off the team. But maybe next year…
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Ogion
"Can you hear that? That is the sound of inevitability. That is the sound of your demise."
Name: Ogion
Age: 16
Birthday: 19 December, 1984
Favorite food: Unknown
Hobby: Unknown
Most Important: Powers, medication.
Dislikes: Weak, arrogant people.
Fighting Style: Psychic attacks/ Telekinesis
Appearance:
In sharp contrast to the rest of the team, Ogion looks delicate, almost sickly. Many people have considered him an easy target…till they looked into his empty, bottomless eyes.
Though he may not seem like it, Ogion is an extremely powerful psychic. He supplements his weak body with telekinesis, allowing him to perform incredible feats of strength.
Ogion dresses simply, in a long, flowing robe. He has an ancient, gold clockwork watch on his wrist, one that seems almost too heavy for him. Like most of his classmates, he's myopic, but has powers beyond physical sight.
Whenever he uses his powers, there are several noticeable side-effects, such as green fire, and clumps of frost suddenly gathering on Ogion. However, these are merely cosmetic, and don't do much of anything.
Bio:
Not much is known about Ogion, not even to the rest of his team.
Ogion used to call himself "Bryan", a long time ago.
His teammates know him only briefly, as a strange, always-distant student who entered DHS one day.
Chan struck up a quick friendship with him, in the time before his powers developed, turning him into the ruthless psychic he is today.
No one knows what caused him to begin changing. The first outward sign was when the headaches began, and the windows in the vicinity kept shattering. Ryan realized that Bryan was actually the cause of the destruction, and was anxious to find some way to stop it.
Chan, his father being a doctor, slipped Ogion several tranquilizers, in an attempt to relief his pain. It stopped both the headaches, and the wanton destruction. However, Ogion began to require more and more of the medicine, becoming something of a junkie in his own right.
Fortunately, his control over his ability has increased, to the point where Ogion can go for days without his medicine. However, he doesn't like to do this, as it is incredibly painful.
It is Ogion's hope that, after experiencing the stress possible in the KOF tournament, he'll be able to go completely "clean", beholden to himself only. For now, Chan still supplies him with his medication, though the boy is wary about the psychological harm he might be doing to his former friend.
(Well, that's it for their bios. I'll upgrade them in my proposed KOF 2001 fiction. Any suggestions, as always, are welcome.)