Board Thread:Citizenship Applications/@comment-28295254-20151129041850

Name : Nomiku  (A.K.A.) Silent KilljoyAge : 14Sex :  Male  Orientation : Sadist Relationship : NoneCharacter bio : Neutral Evil  Nation :  Air temple Bender :  AirWeapon of choice :  Fingerless cestus glovesOrigin :Nomiku was born from his two prestigious parents on the mountains of the northern air temple as nothing but an abnormally small and fragile baby. What would be a joyous day for any other couple ended up as mere disappointment when he was born since they both wanted a girl  considering they had six other children who happen to be male. Sooner along the line the parents decided to give up on having a girl and instead of letting the child grow up normally and interact with other children, isolated the boy from other kids to raise him like a plaything much less a boy. As soon as he was able to walk, they began to mold his personality and his natural way of thinking to try to make him act like the fragile and innocent girl they always wanted to have even though he was aware of what he was. The one time he even went outside was when his mother took him out to visit her friends in complete female attire. It was obvious that the woman was in denial. It wasn’t until the age of eight he discovered his air bending powers when he tried to save a vase nomiku accidentally dropped, but ended up blasting a gust at it to the wall. Unfortunately for nomiku, his parents caught him doing it right before his father merely watched as he was severely punished by his mother and forced not to Air bend because it was “unladylike”. A couple of years later, nomiku was at the age of twelve when he was allowed to leave the house. But against his own wishes, his mother forced him to put on girl clothes and change his usual spiky hair style or he would get punished if he didn’t. Luckily for him, it was mostly for morning tasks like getting groceries. Although his anger did slowly grow to a very uncontrollable level when people began identifying him as a girl and his other brothers constantly bullying him because of the degrading clothes he was forced to wear to please their insane mother, nomiku always felt at peace when he walk by the student training ground watching other people air bend. He even stopped in between trips to learn the basics of the art before going home as if nothing happened. It was only a matter of months until his brothers saw him secretly practicing before they started to harass the poor child. They all threw very harsh slurs at him, mostly they called him a tranny, as they even resorted to physically assault which cause some very revealing cuts and bruises all over his body. Unable to treat himself anywhere else, he had no choice but to go home and face his mother who wasn’t pleased. Not even giving her son a second to explain, she scolded him for getting himself dirty and slapped him before making him leave the house without food. He spent the end of the day just feeling nothing but pure hatred for his family. He hated cross dressing for his mother’s amusement, he hated being a punching bag for his asshole brothers and what’s worse, no one even bats an eye at this because no one even cares about him. Nomiku slowly got up to go home but was blocked by one of his older brother who kicked him down exclaiming that his mother is now mean and crazy because of him. As he plummeted the ground, he began to reminisce all the abuse and unfairness that was brought onto him. His anger and frustration started to grow with each kick he received before he lost all form and reason and sweep kicked him to the floor to sit on top of him and smashing his skull to he pavement in a blind sense of rage. After a few minutes, he slowly calmed down to witness  his brother’s crushed head right below him. At this point, nomiku continued to look at his brothers lifeless corpse. He didn’t  feel anything, not a single shred of emotion but freedom and relief as he got up and just ran. He didn’t knew where he was going, nor did he care where he was going to stop. He just bolted off as he slowly ripped off pieces of his feminine clothing strip by strip as he left the temple. Throughout all these years, nomiku never would have guessed that killing would ever make him this….calm…this relaxed….this alive.Nomiku managed to move to the slums of a fire nation town by long means of transportation, to find that he had no place to go or anything to eat. Still in the tatters that he left the northern air temple in, he walked down an ally way where he saw a group of shady people walking through a door which they lazily left slightly open. Hoping there would be food or any valuable resources to loot, he went inside to see a large ring surrounded by people cheering for one teenage boy beating the everlasting crap out of another boy to unconsciousness. After he won the fight, what nomiku assumed was the referee held his hand up to demand someone else try to fight him for some sort of prize money. Nomiku quickly accepted the challenged and opposed the much bigger teen. Without much form of fighting experience, he pathetically lost the match, but also caught the eye of a fellow air bender. The man came to the badly beaten child and offered to properly teach him the art of air bending. Nomiku spent two years being trained by his mentor in not only air bending but also kick boxing as he enters in every single fights to collect money to survive. He didn’t mind that most of his earning went to his sleezy  trainer, but he did feel frustrated when barely anyone strong came to fight lately due to the fact that he never pulled his punches. Now at the age of fourteen, nomiku planed to leave to republic city in hopes to find stronger opponents  to place more kills under his belt. After a heated argument with his mentor, which ended with nomiku snapping his mentor’s neck in a sudden rage, he gathered all the money he earned and left early in the morning to find worthy fighters in republic city.Description :Nomiku is a fourteen year old male with the height of 5 “ 3 and weighs about 130 pounds. He has a skinny frame with cream colored skin with some parts, mostly his back, covered lightly in bruises and wounds from whips. He also has ginger like hair in a medium size and messy fashion with black eyes.He wears a fish net tank top layered with a black shirt and a sweat shirt with a collar long enough to cover the mouth and a skull insignia with ripples on each eye socket along with black pants, dark blue and open toed sandals, black wrist bands with a skull pattern and pair of cestus gloves in a fingerless fashion.Personality :  Before nomiku’s mother tried to control him, he was honestly a well behaved child who would  abide by his parent’s passive like heritage. But ever since his mother forced him to things he would find disturbing and punishing him for various things she disapproved of, he slowly began to grow intense anger management problems. Everyday in his life was practically a struggle for him not to snap and have a mental breakdown. But after he made his first kill, which he doesn’t like to mention, for the first time in his life he felt a sense of joy and relief to the point he could survive on this like via llegal underground fighting matches. To his current state, he’s a level headed individual who refuses to utter a word to anyone because he doesn’t like anyone breaking his train of though. If it’s important, at best he would say up to five words and shuts himself away from you. The only thing that he likes the most is fighting, specifically to the death, while the one thing he despises the most is people telling him not to fight and female clothing….he had a very messed up childhood. Nomiku probably won’t be interested in you unless you wish to fight him but one of his greatest traits is that he never pulls his punches.  