Old Man Fu

From Changeling Venue

Caricter Name-Fu Nagi Yakamoto
Kith- Airtouched
Court-None
Type-Elemental
Montly- http://changeling.cam-wiki.org/The_End
Discription-Elderly man 70+,Japanies/Chinese decent,normally wears his kamono or Super-Mart uniform when he is not found wandering the streets in his bathrobs wondering who he is.
Known Alias's- The Silver King"Known for his duals with his silver sword and sheath."

1 Known History
2 Backstory
3 Friends
4 Enemies
5 Rumors
6 Quotes
7 OOC Information

Known History

Not much is known about old man Yakamoto due to the fact he dosn't remeber or thinks it's none of your dam buissnes.He is a known swordsman,Smith,Occult studyer,marthial artist,and a sexist old prick.He is known to come to any changelings defense who is threatened by a holder or jailer not because he wants to be a hero but just for the fact of he wants to be the first guy to put a sword in the fuckers chest.

He claims to have taught several Changelings how to defend themselfs and fight egenst there holders.He just can't seem to recall any of them.

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Backstory

"This Backstroy is known only to people I have told IC and true members of the Enders"

                       The Forgotten

Most stories as they are told start from a beginning.Or at least with some breath takeing scean with the progainest commeing in at the last minute to save a damsle and the day.My story is nothing like that.In 2004 I was 24 year old college drop out working as a framer to help pay the bills.I got to tell you there were lots of bills.I had just knocked up my girlfriend and had to not only save up for the kid but I was dare you say gonna pop the question and give her this really nice ring I found.

Lol here I go telling a storie and I haven't introduced the main caricter yet.Man I suck.Sorry about that.My name is Fugi Nagi Yakamoto "or at least thats the name I go by now" a let down son of a buissness tycoon I think.He was a buissness man that I know for sure and he was pritty good I think.Nothing much to say about that well get to the lack to details later.My dad was all old school traditions of the son takeing on the work of the father and the family honor bla,bla,bla,ect....,ect.... As you can tell I was exited lol.I was born in Iowa land of corn and soybeens when my dad moved out here to expand his banking to the heart of america.Not much else to tell and I don't like talking about the past.Not so much for sentamental stuff.I CAN'T REMEBER ANY OF IT!But we'll get to that.

It all started with my dads funneral.That much I remember.Mom died years ago and after she kicked the bucket me and dad rarely talked again.After i droped out of the university we stopped talking all together.After he died well I guess you can say the conversation was just plain dead.He had the traditional japanese funeral and I had to go through all the traditional son stuff during the funeral.I can't remeber spacifics just the broad strokes of most stuff but well get to that later.

There I was 2days later a week from my wedding to ASLDKFJASDOIFASDFNAOSVIU FUCK! I can't remeber!FUCK,FUCK,FUCK!Ok, like I said I'm going to stick to broad strokes cuse the spacifics are all but gone.I'll explain that later.

Like I was saying there I was 2days later a week from my wedding to that girl "whats her name" and I was infront of my dads tombstone crying I think then out of nowere a rainstorm starts up.I got to tell you that it was a major storm.I had never seen rain and lighting like this one befor. The rain was so heavy you couldn't see past your outstreached hand and the lighting so big and loud you cringed in fear of the white light hitting you and the sound breaking your eardrums.The crazy thing was is that I didn't run for shelter or anything.I just stood out there like a dumass.With all the devestation I was capivated.This storm was the most terrifying and at the same time beutifulle thing I had ever seen.

You know the odds of getting hit by lighting is like 100,000 to 1 right.Well meet Mr.1.I got fryed like french fries at Mc Donlds.I remeber clearly wakeing up in what I thought was Heaven.I was standing on a cloud surrounded by the sounds of thunder below and flash's of lighting.I began to make out people in the cloud.At least I thought people.Some had wings,some had horns, and some seemed made up of cloud and lighting.They scooped me up and flew me off farther along the cloud.I couldn't do much do to the fact I just got fryed by a million volts and was on a little of the jittery side.

They brought me to a man who I could only suspect as god.I mean fuck!This guy was about 50 feet tall,nearly butt ass naked,had a beard made of clouds,and eyes made of lighting.When this guy talked it was like talking thunder.I remeber that voice.I remeber that voice.OOOOOO GOD I REMEBER HIS VOICE!!!

"TAKE HIM TO THE FORGE.IF HE IS FOUND UNWANTING THEN BRING TO US AND WE SHALE FIND A USE FOR HIM."-Said my captor A.K.A God dushbagg.

They took me to a forge unlike any you have ever seen.It was made of clound as solid as steel.The hammer I weilded was made of raindropps.But what really sucked is guess what I had to make with a water hammer?LIGHTING!Man that sucks the big one.Every time I had to strike down to help forge lighting it shoked the shitt out of me.You get use to it though.After a while it even felt good.I was almost like a junkey after a while.Forgeing as much lighting as I could just to get the next fix.

It's harder then you think to forge lighting you know.My first months I forged some crappy lighting but after a while man I got good.At least it was better over here then in the thunder department.Those guys had to be deaf.Or the rain department cuse they always go through new people alot.There it's sink or swim literally.Well more like addapt or drown.I addapted and didn't get volted to death unlike some people I saw come in.I addapted but didn't conform.After a while I felt the pangs of home.The addiction to forgeing lighting didn't quell these want's.I tryed to escape a couple of times but it's hard to escape a storm 10,000 feet in the air.You can escape all right all the way to your doom with a loud SPLAT.

I grew soooo tired after a while and I just sat there at my anvil doing nothing.After a while guess who walked by.You guessed it my captor A.K.A Dushbag.

" WHY HAVE YOU HALTED IN OUR GREAT WORKS? "-Said my captor.

Have I ever told you his voice is really unnerving?Well it is.It really,really,really,really,REALLY IS!

" I have tired and can no longer find insperation for your great works."I said.

" IF YOU WILL NOT CRAFT OUR LIGHT THEN YOU WILL BOOM WITH OUR RESONANCE. "-Said my Captor.

So I got put in a new department.Crafting thunder you think is easy right?Nope.NOPE,NOPE,NOPE!You ever seen (Mad Max and the Thunderdome)Were he fights to the death in the thunderdome.Same thing but the guys you have to fight make MasterBlaster look like a punk bitch.My time working with thunder made me strong and fast so I wasn't completely defenseless but you know.Streagth and speed don't have shit on skill.I'v never been in a fight in my life.I survived at first by luck.Fighting new guys or old men.I never new really why the thunderdepartment had such a bad turnover rate with all the new people going in and dead bodies comeing out but now I understand.Every sound of thunder was a blow or a death.Didn't matter what kind of death really.I fought wild animals just as much as people or what I thought was a person,animal person,furnicher person, person like element, and even once a hat with teeth.

After a while I tired to killing in that dome of death "A.K.A The Thunder Dome.Henry Wilkins thought it up a week befor he lost to a rabbit guy who shot fire from his hands".I didn't want to die but I didn't want to kill eather.Every time my hand came down to do a killing blow and the thunder rolled out of the person I killed I lost more and more of myself.I tryed to run away again.This time alot of us tryed to run.In fact it was the 90% of the Thunder Department,20% of the Rain and Wind Department, and 30% of the Lighting Department.Soo many in fact that for a moment the cloud we were on.This cloud of constant devistation stoped thundering.For once I had clear ears.The cloud stoped being dark and became clear.The sun even came out and shat out a rainbow.Man it was the most scary thing I ever saw in the world.

Why scary you say?Guess who that pissed off.Now your catching on.We stopped his great works for about 5mins.Thats like a 4year old pissing on Mike Tysons shoes.It's funny to think about but no one would do it.

" AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! "-Screamed my Captor.

Thats about all I'm going to get into that.The abbriged version is pain.Lots and lots of pain followed up by more pain and a dash of pain.Guess whats for deseart.PAIN!I think I blacked out a couple to times.I think I forgot most of it on purpose cuse those membories wern't sold at the goblin markets.OOOOoooops getting ahead of myself.Well I'll get to that soon I promise.

I remeber wakeing in a chage made of clouds and lighting.We were desending on a cloud to the world below.What appread to be a city.A great city made of stone,glass, and what appeared in places of crystals.It was a thing of dreams.

My feet for the first time in years touched ground.Real ground made of dirt.Man I missed that.It took my a while to get use to it.We had to march to the city for about an hour or so.We had chains on us made of cloud in a long like connected to this goblin looking guy.He marched us twards the city.We didn't enter the city though but outside it.Just outside the wall.He said filth like use did not deserve to enter this great works.

In the distance you could hear the thunder of my Captors great works.He was far to the east.You could barly see the great storm all the way to the east but you could still see some flash's and the sound of thunder.If only the others around here new the price of that thunder.We were told to look lively so we could bring a good price.He traded 40 new slaves and 80 wild animals for the 5 of us and wanted to get the best price as possable.A good friend of mine I made while at the forges.Uuuummmmm ya him that guy named uuuuummmmm.We'll get to that in a minute or so.

He was first.I thought they were going to sell him but they didn't sell him whole.They first stated with his eye's.Then the streagth of his musles.Then the wit of his mind.By the time they were done in this auction he was a husk of his old self.He wasn't even himself.He was in a jar being handed to some spider lady bitch.

I was the last on auction.First they sold my haircolor.I went from dark black hair to colorless white.Next they sold my childhood memories from when I was born to when I was 10.My mother Died when I was 10.It left the brod strokes behind but the details are gone.Names,places,the feal of the the wind, the touch of a lover, or the emotion I felt when my mother died.FUCK!

Next on the block was my age.They sold away 50 years of my life right infront of me.I went from 26 to 76 in the blink of an eye.Then to top it off they sold my memories from 11 to 24.FUCKERS!They stole the best years of my life.Highschool,my first kiss,my first love,my first and every love.Those sons of bitch's sold away my soon to be wife.I can't even remeber her name.I wish they would have sold away my time in Arcadia but I guess no one wants the memories of being a slave.They left me with the outline but nothing else.I wasn't even me anymore and they left me with the understanding of that with the feal and knowlege of my true emptyness.

I was old and had nothing to show for it.No memories and not many years on my life to auction off.

I was old now true and had lost some of my streagth but I still had my speed I had harnessed over the years with all that lighting running though me and sharpened in the Thunderdome.After they were done with me they sold my body to the spider lady.You can only guess what a spider wants with a dryed up husk....I'll let you jump on the logic train for that one.

She took us to her web out in the woods.She hanged the chains made of cloud on the web made of some black sticky crap and went to sleep.Every day she woke up and ate one of us.Right in front of us.She would fucking walk up,snatch one of us up, and suck the lifeforce out of one of us.After 2 Days and only 3 friends left we finally broke the chains while she slept.Working in a forge for as long as I did you learn how to break something as well as make it.They also made the mistake of not takeing those memories away from us.Our memories in the area gave us the ability to fight back.We escaped back thought the Headge.I'm now an old fuck.I work at Wal-Mart to support myself at the oldfolks holme but I AM NOT BROKEN.I will fight my way back into Arcadia one day and take my vengance out on those who would take everything from me.Maybe I'll even find a way to get back my life,my memories,my youth,and maybe be even able to get back the girl I love and claim the son I have somewere out there.

I took on the name of a guy who died at the old folks holme who looked like me who had no family left exept himself.I hope they don't look tooo into my background or I'm going to have to get a new one.I play a little sceanile so when they ask for my Social sceurity number I can play Old Man Fu is haveing a bad memorie day and is also walking around without pants.I wonder how many years I have left till I die.I'm 26 years old and I'm going to die looking 70 or 80ish.

Well if I'm going to die then it's going to be in Arcadia with my sword in the chest of a captor.This I promies.THIS I VOW.

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Friends

(Old Man Fu can't remember who his friends are so feal free to put your name down)

Dsunot -A fellow master smith of favorable ability.

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Enemies

(Old Man Fu can't remeber where his pants are much less who his enemies are so if you remeber befor he does make sure to put your name down.)

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Rumors

(Feal Free to add.He'll forget in minutes who said what anyway)

Is a member of the summer court.He just can't remember.
Some days he hates ninja's and some days he hates pirates.Depends on the day.
Lives in an old folks holme.
Works at Super-Mart as a Greeter.
Like his element is powerfull,Logical,and unpredictable.
Is a pervert.
Likes to look up womens skirts and peep in on in showers and bathrooms.
Has a large collection of Martial Swrods in the old folks holme and likes to admire them and comment on how well the crafter made them."What he dosen't know is he made them."
Is 100+years old but being a chagleing helps slow down the ravage's of time.

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Quotes

(Half the time he thinks you said it anyway)

Who are you again?
Have we meet?
said to him"Slow down you crazy old bastard and let us catch up."
Said to him"Are looking up my skirt?"
Sighlence you insolent female.
I have no time for Gui-Low.
Are you stupid?Or is this some cleaver guise to piss me off?
To give a man a fish is to feed him for a day.To shove a fishing poll up his ass keeps him out of your hair for a lifetime.