<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/WhiteSamurai-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Kevin Yuramoshi<br/>17<br/>Human (or so appearance leads one to believe)<br/><br/>~Kevin was from the year 3030. While the world advanced some of the older things came back into being. For one example the sword. It returned to a common place thing in 3000. As prince of Japan, it was his duty and honor to carry a sword. It was his heritage to be one with the way of the sword. He was also a bit of an inventor. To picture how he invented take Violet Boulregard from A Series Of Unfortunate Events. He created things from common every day items. Creating miraculous and usually useful things. He was intelligent yet not overly so. He was very creative. He bore a secret though...he was not all that he appeared to be. He was special. How so would eventually come to be seen. What could be told is by his scent, sweet smelling, he was not human. Humans smelled earthy and occasionally salty. He would begin his day just the same way he began every day that he existed.~<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/>Waking in the morning as he did every day. He began to get ready for the day. Going over the scientific automated shower. With a press of two buttons the shower got on and was at just the right hot temperature. He stepped in. Washing his long, almost navy blue since it was so black, strands thoroughly. He rinsed himself off from head to toe. Stepping out of the shower and into the towel dispenser. Drying himself off before throwing it into the automated laundry shoot. He then walks to the closet. Typing in his outfit. (see image) and put on the matching pants. Tying his hair back in a silken ribbon. He puts his sword on and begins to leave his room. Something was wrong and he wasn't sure what it was. He headed outside and into his yard. It was a HUGE ass yard.<br/><br/>He watches as something flew overhead. Probably a hovercraft of some kind. The hover jets suddenly gave out and the vehicle came crashing down. Landing a few yards away. The resulting explosion launched out in all directions. He flew backwards and instead of hitting the palace he hit a tree. "OOF!" he cries out. Landing in a crumpled heap and passes out. Coming to a few hours later. Turning over and looks around. The palace was much further away than he had last seen it. He stands up. Groaning and sees it in the distance. Though it looked...different? Maybe it was just his imagination. Or what he was thinking from hitting the wall.<br/><br/>He wore no crown at the moment, not that it mattered, and he began to stumble towards the palace. He looks around. Now that he thought about it...everything looked different. New yet old. Was he seeing things? Little did he know he was back in the 1600s. The very early years of the sixteen hundreds. Back in the days of the vampires. He groans and rubs his head. Looking around as his steps became steadier. He barely made it to a nearby manor. He knocks on the door. It was getting late and he was tired. "Hello? Is someone home?" he calls out. Unsure what he was going to say. He didn't know any of these surroundings. He looks at the direction of the palace. Now that he could see clearly he didn't see it anywhere around here. He saw a village in the distance. The building he was at was a huge mansion. Old as hell yet in good condition.