Matsuda Shiro

[Matsuda Shiro]

- - Matsuda Shiro

BASIC INFORMATION

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Name: Matsuda Shiro

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Race: Mutant

Allegiance: Rebel

Occupation: Rebel leader

What are you?: A heffalump!!

APPEARANCE

Hair:
Black, short and slightly spiky, with small bangs at the front.

Eyes:
Rich brown, almost red-tinted.

Body:
Shiro is quite tall, standing at around 6'4", but isn't amazingly skinny or even overweight. Shiro likes to go running and swimming, so although he isn't overly muscular, neither is he unfit.

Usual Clothing:
Shiro doesn't tend to wear bright clothes, instead sticking to darker browns and blacks. He likes to wear dark red clothes, though that colour usually sticks to shirts and ties. Shiro tends to dress in what some might call a "smart" way. He likes to wear collared shirts and will sometimes add a tie to the ensemble, though he never actually does the tie up properly, but instead leaves it loose around his neck.

Distinguishing Features:
None to speak of.

Picture:

HISTORY and PERSONALITY

Mother:
Matsuda Aki, aged 43, a doctor in Longridge Central Hospital.

Father:
Matsuda Yuuma, aged 45, a presenter for the local TV station.

Siblings:
None.

Short Biography:
Born and raised in the East section of Longridge City, Shiro always had a rebellious spirit, though what else would you expect from a person who's first word was "no"? Shiro grew up under the opressive regime that had become commonplace since the Epidemic, and secretly felt sorry for those people who were so poorly treated by the government just for having 'powers'.

When Shiro turned sixteen, however, he was to join the ranks of those classed as 'mutants', when his own powers emerged. It had been an ordinary day; just like every other day, Shiro had taken the bus to school, gone to classes, and spent his lunchbreak behind the sportshall with his group of friends. From then on, his life had been changed. He hadn't been able to stay in school; if he had done, the government would have caught him. And that was something that Shiro had never wanted.

So, Shiro went into hiding, unable to see his parents or even find out how they were or if they even knew what had happened to him. For the next two years, Shiro stayed with a small group of other 'mutants' who had also been forced into hiding. But he never felt comfortable with merely standing by in the shadows as people like him were carted off inexplicably. Instead, he decided to fight back. Nobody before had ever thought of opposing the government, as they had the LAMP group to fight anyone who tried to oppose them.

Soon enough, Shiro became well-known in the mutant underworld as someone to go to if you needed to go into hiding. He became the figurehead of the rebellion, and is still fighting the government to this day.

Personality:
The perfect word to describe Shiro is determined. Shiro is determined to fight for what he believes in: freedom for mutants. He has always loved a good fight, and having mutant powers make the fights all that much easier. For those he cares about, Shiro is friendly, though only in a distant manner. To his enemies, Shiro is like a blazing fire that will strike down anything in his way. He goes out of his way to not burden anyone with his own problems, preferring instead to resolve them on his own. He likes to help other people, and thoroughly enjoys outsmarting the government.

OTHER

Powers:
- Dimensional transportation: The ability to create wormholes, portation "discs" or other spatial portals for transport between two non-adjacent locations. Shiro can also create these "disks" beneath his feet, enabling him to 'fly'.
- Superhuman strength: The ability to have a level of physical strength higher than that possible by a human being in real life.

Any Other Information:
Shiro grew up learning various styles of martial arts, including kendo and judo. Combined with his uperhuman strength, Shiro is a formidable opponent in either of these arts.

Sample Roleplay:
A figure clad in a thick, brown, woollen jumper and black corduroy trousers walked slowly through the fog. The city had been stuck in the fog's stranglehold all morning, and it was now nearly impossible to see further than ten feet in any direction. Which, of course, made it dangerous to be walking anywhere near the streets, where cars were rumbling through the mists. Of course, most drivers were being sensible and driving at a slow, steady pace, but there were one or two who seemed to think they had superhuman vision, and were driving speedily along. Of course, it was entirely possible that some of the drivers did have supernatural sight. This was Longridge City, after all, where 30% of people born in the past 30 years had powers beyond that of an ordinary human being.

Thirty percent is a heck of a lot of people... The man with dark black hair and brown, red-tinted eyes thought with a small sigh as he placed one foot before the other, making his way towards a small corner shop in one of the most derelict parts of the city. A few minutes later, he pushed through the door, causing a small bell to ring gently somewhere in the back of the shop. As he made his way over to the counter, a small man with a wirey moustache waddled out from a door to the side of the counter, his face set in a constant frown of worry.

"Ah, Matsuda, you got my message then?" The small man's voice was small and surprisingly high-pitched. The newcommer nodded in reply and cast a quick look around the shop. It was empty, as usual.

"'Course I did." Matsuda Shiro smiled to try and calm the man down. Honestly, does he ever calm down? "So where is he? In the back room again?" Without waiting for an answer, Shiro moved around the counter and made his way into the small shop's small back room. The shopkeeper lived in the room upstairs, so this back room was mainly used for storage. Of items for his shop among other, possibly more dangerous things. This shop acted as somewhat of a halfway house for mutants on the run from the government. Everyone in the mutant underground knew to come here if they were in trouble; the knew that Matsuda Shiro checked in regularly to pick up any strays. Just as he was doing today.

"Mr Matsuda?" A small voice called from the corner, and Shiro turned to see a small, brown head pop out from behind a large box labelled 'Strawberry Jam'.

"They're getting younger and younger." Shiro muttered under his breath as he moved closer to the young boy, who couldn't be more than eleven years old. "Hi there, little buddy." The boy smiled, though even Shiro could see the haunted look in his eyes. "What do you say you come with me, and I'll see if I can find someone nice to look after you, huh?" He reached out a hand, and the boy, after a slight hesitation, took it. Shiro pulled him to his feet. "There we are. Now, let's get going, shall we?" He smiled at the boy, who replied with a sheepish grin. Shiro started towards the shop's rear exit, the small boy holding his hand tightly.

"See you again, Nagami." Shiro called back to the shopkeeper with a small wave over his shoulder, before closing the door behind him and heading off, back into the fog.