Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Nov 15, 2018 15:00:00 GMT -4
MOSA GANBAROSHI
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: The hand
Player Name: Rubber
Faceclaim/Series: Bartholomew Kuma from One piece
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 98 kg
Hair/Style: dark brown, naturally curly and long. Tends to keep it flowing behind his head.
Skin/Scars: Darker complexion
Eyes: Light blue pearls, often hidden behind a pair of thick glasses. Very small in size.
Notables:
Player Name: Rubber
Faceclaim/Series: Bartholomew Kuma from One piece
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 98 kg
Hair/Style: dark brown, naturally curly and long. Tends to keep it flowing behind his head.
Skin/Scars: Darker complexion
Eyes: Light blue pearls, often hidden behind a pair of thick glasses. Very small in size.
Notables:
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Mosa is a very heavily built man from the top, with very wide shoulders and a sort of intimidating presence. He has a large jaw, and a sort of rounded rectangle shaped head, which is always clean shaven. However, compared to his upper body, his lower body is very much smaller in comparison, making every step of his very heavy and forceful. Some might even call his legs a little bit short in comparison to the rest of him.
Clothing wise, in church he usually wears a classic gown, with a string belt. However, whenever he is casual or talking to the students, he will be seen in his casual wear, which consists of a big stylish shirt, and some white sweatpants. He also wears this silly fishing hat with bear ears on it. Its very specifically tailored outfit by himself to make himself look less intimidating.
He tends to always wear gloves, although it is more for quirk based reasons than style. In those hands, he often carries a book of some kind, occasionally a bible for his duties.
POSITIVE
✔ Fatherly
✔ Devout
✔ Calm
✔ accepting
✔ Proud
NEGATIVE
✖ Slow to take action
✖ Hard to read
✖ Overprotective
✖ unbending
✖ finger waggler
LIKES
✔ Belief
✔ Children
✔ All Books
✔ Silence
✔ Music including a choir
DISLIKES
✖ Risks
✖ Insinuators
✖ Lack of development
✖ Laziness
✖ Being interrupted.
Personality:
Mosa can be pretty much be described with one word: Stiff. Whether it is how he acts, or if it is just his general stature, he usually follows what he is used to doing in whatever situation necessary. Unsurprisingly, whenever he talks with people, he can come out as very monotone and boring, almost outright rambling, as he talks very booksmart japanese.
Morals wise, he thinks that any problem can be fixed, as long as you put the work in. This leads him to be a teensy bit too forgiving when it comes to first timers. However, on repeat offenses, he will start slowly becoming harsher and harsher in what he thinks is necessary.
Not that this shows in his face. Even if he cares for something a lot, the most you will propably get is a slight smirk and push up of his glasses. It takes something very major to shake him up proper, which sadly, might paint him as uncaring.
He is pretty much as stiff with his sense of humor, although he loves his brand of it. It's mostly him saying something that is outwardly silly in a deadpan fashion. Usually, he doesn't expect a laugh, but is giggling inside.
Mosa is a very heavily built man from the top, with very wide shoulders and a sort of intimidating presence. He has a large jaw, and a sort of rounded rectangle shaped head, which is always clean shaven. However, compared to his upper body, his lower body is very much smaller in comparison, making every step of his very heavy and forceful. Some might even call his legs a little bit short in comparison to the rest of him.
Clothing wise, in church he usually wears a classic gown, with a string belt. However, whenever he is casual or talking to the students, he will be seen in his casual wear, which consists of a big stylish shirt, and some white sweatpants. He also wears this silly fishing hat with bear ears on it. Its very specifically tailored outfit by himself to make himself look less intimidating.
He tends to always wear gloves, although it is more for quirk based reasons than style. In those hands, he often carries a book of some kind, occasionally a bible for his duties.
POSITIVE
✔ Fatherly
✔ Devout
✔ Calm
✔ accepting
✔ Proud
NEGATIVE
✖ Slow to take action
✖ Hard to read
✖ Overprotective
✖ unbending
✖ finger waggler
LIKES
✔ Belief
✔ Children
✔ All Books
✔ Silence
✔ Music including a choir
DISLIKES
✖ Risks
✖ Insinuators
✖ Lack of development
✖ Laziness
✖ Being interrupted.
Personality:
Mosa can be pretty much be described with one word: Stiff. Whether it is how he acts, or if it is just his general stature, he usually follows what he is used to doing in whatever situation necessary. Unsurprisingly, whenever he talks with people, he can come out as very monotone and boring, almost outright rambling, as he talks very booksmart japanese.
Morals wise, he thinks that any problem can be fixed, as long as you put the work in. This leads him to be a teensy bit too forgiving when it comes to first timers. However, on repeat offenses, he will start slowly becoming harsher and harsher in what he thinks is necessary.
Not that this shows in his face. Even if he cares for something a lot, the most you will propably get is a slight smirk and push up of his glasses. It takes something very major to shake him up proper, which sadly, might paint him as uncaring.
He is pretty much as stiff with his sense of humor, although he loves his brand of it. It's mostly him saying something that is outwardly silly in a deadpan fashion. Usually, he doesn't expect a laugh, but is giggling inside.
HISTORY
As a child, Mosa was very passive. He didn`t really hang out with other kids too much, and even avoided talking, which made his parents worry if everything was alright with him. He was often sent to talk to different doctors, and psychiatrists to find out what was wrong with him. Was he just overtly shy? Was there some cancerous growth in his throat? Well, whatever it was, the child was instead very much so talkative whenever he was alone with someone. He was happy to tell how his day had gone, and what he was playing. However, he continuously kept his hands closed, and when opened, a round, currently skin colored round growths on them stuck out... apparently the kids had been very picky to call him out on them, so he tried to hide them. However, the doctors came to the conclusion, that whatever they were gonna do, they weren´t dangerous YET. However, his parents tried to help him a little bit by always making him wear gloves, which handily hid the weird additions under them. However, he still continued being an outsider, the kids now wondering what was under the gloves.
As the hormones kicked in, the people around him started to be more and more pushy with him. They started testing the limits of his patience. This lead to him even discovering what his quirk could do, although it just proved to make the kids even more curious. He himself at first didn`t care, but as it kept happening, even once getting locked in a locker with a girl during one of the parties, He started to avoid this sort of busy contact whenever school was on. He outright left his school during food breaks.
One time these "friends" of his followed him, and to try and avoid the awkwardness, he went to the nearby small church, and sat down there, only to hide. As his bullies came in too, loudly proclaiming awkward things, the priest of the building pushed them away, and sat down with him. The gentle sound of his voice had the boy enthralled and calmed him instantly. And he even proceeded to call his palms a "special gift from god". And after that meeting, he started to always visit him during those hours of the day, with him meeting other older folk, and even joining the school choir, thanks to the priests encouragement.
His parents were genuinely happy for him, And as the boy grew up, he grew into a man proud of what he was... for the time that is. For a few years, he studied psychology and philosophy as well as theology, as the talks with the priest had slowly seeped his head deep into the subjects. He often came home with a lot of questions, about the priests own opinion on those things, and to weigh up his own knowledge. It was also one of the rare people who wasn`t weirded out by what he had, and that attitude overall seemingly welcomed others like him, making the church quite popular indeed with the quirked folk.
One day however, some people with their own beliefs took notice of this. Since Quirks were still seen in a bit bad light, a building and a religion full of them seemed like a horrible prospect in their eyes. Like comic book villains, they attacked, and burned the church building to the ground in the night, to prove that the religion didn`t have a place in the country. Mosa was there to see the high flames lick the skies, yet he didn`t sob or moan. He stood silent watching it, imprinting it in his mind, almost as a challenge, as tears flowed down his cheeks. His fate was chosen, as he would continue its teachings.
As a new church was eventually built, Mosa became one of the couple of priests in it. Villainous meddling was rare, but never quite as severe again. Even the image of quirks existence had become much lighter. However, the feeling still haunted him. And as the news of a hero school rose into his ears, his thoughts were mixed: Children? As the great heroes of the world? It seemed scary even when thought about just a little. Heck the moral weight had to be monstrous. A bigger weight on their shoulders than most. And with the rumours coming in about students getting in trouble in town for multitude of reasons, and some even praying for their safety, Mosa felt like a duty had been bestowed upon him from the priest from heaven.
The duty of seeing, whether the school was worthy of being called a place, where heroes would be cultivated into something that can be respected. Just like he had found a place that helped him grow into what he now was.
As the hormones kicked in, the people around him started to be more and more pushy with him. They started testing the limits of his patience. This lead to him even discovering what his quirk could do, although it just proved to make the kids even more curious. He himself at first didn`t care, but as it kept happening, even once getting locked in a locker with a girl during one of the parties, He started to avoid this sort of busy contact whenever school was on. He outright left his school during food breaks.
One time these "friends" of his followed him, and to try and avoid the awkwardness, he went to the nearby small church, and sat down there, only to hide. As his bullies came in too, loudly proclaiming awkward things, the priest of the building pushed them away, and sat down with him. The gentle sound of his voice had the boy enthralled and calmed him instantly. And he even proceeded to call his palms a "special gift from god". And after that meeting, he started to always visit him during those hours of the day, with him meeting other older folk, and even joining the school choir, thanks to the priests encouragement.
His parents were genuinely happy for him, And as the boy grew up, he grew into a man proud of what he was... for the time that is. For a few years, he studied psychology and philosophy as well as theology, as the talks with the priest had slowly seeped his head deep into the subjects. He often came home with a lot of questions, about the priests own opinion on those things, and to weigh up his own knowledge. It was also one of the rare people who wasn`t weirded out by what he had, and that attitude overall seemingly welcomed others like him, making the church quite popular indeed with the quirked folk.
One day however, some people with their own beliefs took notice of this. Since Quirks were still seen in a bit bad light, a building and a religion full of them seemed like a horrible prospect in their eyes. Like comic book villains, they attacked, and burned the church building to the ground in the night, to prove that the religion didn`t have a place in the country. Mosa was there to see the high flames lick the skies, yet he didn`t sob or moan. He stood silent watching it, imprinting it in his mind, almost as a challenge, as tears flowed down his cheeks. His fate was chosen, as he would continue its teachings.
As a new church was eventually built, Mosa became one of the couple of priests in it. Villainous meddling was rare, but never quite as severe again. Even the image of quirks existence had become much lighter. However, the feeling still haunted him. And as the news of a hero school rose into his ears, his thoughts were mixed: Children? As the great heroes of the world? It seemed scary even when thought about just a little. Heck the moral weight had to be monstrous. A bigger weight on their shoulders than most. And with the rumours coming in about students getting in trouble in town for multitude of reasons, and some even praying for their safety, Mosa felt like a duty had been bestowed upon him from the priest from heaven.
The duty of seeing, whether the school was worthy of being called a place, where heroes would be cultivated into something that can be respected. Just like he had found a place that helped him grow into what he now was.
