Sheng Li Osamu Gunma

Full Name: Sheng Li Osamu Gunma
Name Meaning: Successful, very victorious
Class Clan: God of underworld/ Martial Art fighter
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Spoken languages: English, Japanese, latin

Postive traits: Sheng Li is soft spoken and loves competive fighting.
Negative Traits: Can be dangerous when angered

Hair: always white(with exceptions for his god form)
Eyes: soft green
Physical: Muscular built, tattoo of a skeleton on his back.
Race: Japanese

Habits: Being too involved
Likes/hobbies: teaching, competitve fighting
Dislikes: happy-go-lucky people they are just annoying.
Dream/Goals: Doesn't really have any
Weakness: tears
Strengths: quick on his feet
Regrets: none
fears: none

Primary Weapons: Fuuma Shuriken
Secondary Weapons: Hari
Weaponry attack details: Fuuma Shuriken is composed of four thin machete-shaped kunai. Hari Light weight needles used as efficient throwing weapons. Since they are so small they are not able to be spotted when thrown and the opponet is at a lost.

Hand-to-hand combat: Bladed Knuckles
Hand-to-hand combat details: Metal knuckles which hold blades at the ends and can give damanging blows to the opponet.

Elemental Power: Death
Elemental Power description: He can sense death before it happens and if just happened and he can bring back the dead. He is also the carrier to the other side.

Spell Names: Curatio silenti etc
Descripition of spells: Curatio silenti etc is bringing back the dead spell that Sheng Li performs on the just fallen.

Name of friends: none
Name of enemies: anyone whom dares to challenge him
family members: all dead
Deceased family members: every single last one of them.

Roleplay Sample:

Sheng Li looked at the still dead eyes that stared back at him. There was no motion, no life, nothing. Just eyes, eyes that once had meaning but all has gone. Those eyes, they kept staring at him even if the eyelids were shut he could still feel them burning on the back of his neck. Staring at him, just staring. Quare must they totus vultus Sheng Li spoke his words in latin, it all meant the same to him. He refused to speak anything else when he was just talking in his thoughts. Sheng Li took ahold of those cold dead hands. They were a discomfort in his own palms. He sighed in disgust and slowy throud the arm around his shoulder and dragged the body with him. The hall ways were long, dark, eerie. No sound, just silence. The dead silence. Sheng Li knew there was no where to escape these walls, there never was a way out of any nightmare. It lasted as long as you slept.

Slowly Sheng Li's eyes opened, he was having that dream again. The dream where he was trapped in a darkened building with a dead guy and had to drag them along as he searched for the way out, which he never found. He woke up as usual soaked in his own sweat, breathing like he just ran miles. Sheng Li had been having this same nightmare since he was five, each time worst than the last. Sometimes the dead guy would speak to him, most times just stare, stare dead. Sheng Li got up from his bed, on the clock it read two in the morning. He walked into his kitchen in his small one bedroom apartment. He grabbed a bottle of beer, uncapped the bottle and chugged it down. He wiped his face and threw the bottle into the trash. He wasn't drunk yet, that bothered him. He then uncapped another bottle, chugged it down just the same. Suddenly he herd a noise coming from within the darkness in his apartment. All the lights were turned off as usual. He threw down the bottle in his hand and walked over into the darkness. Nothing, there was no sound. Just the same dead silence he had always slept in. He waited a moment more, still no sound. He shrugged it off, maybe a cat on the window. He closed the refrigerator door and walked back into his bedroom. He lied down on the bed, but sleep never came over him.

Sheng Li waited, waited for what seemed like hours, clock passing, noises from within his own head whispering things. Whispering things...bad things...things that he shouldn't listen to. Yet it was telling him he was a god, telling him it was time to wake up.