Talukra (Quincy)

Name: (Character name)
Talukra
Race: (Just to be clearer on what you are.)
Quincy
Age: (Character’s age)
14
Gender (Male or Female)
Male
Appearance: (What your character looks like. An image will do)
Please look at my avi.
Personality: (Character's personality)
Carefree and wild. Doesn't care about what people think of himself. He loves nature and doesn't hold a grudge at the Shinigamis like some Quincys do. He is rather nice and gental. But he loves the thrill of fighting and the thrill of a chase.
Background/History: (History of your character. His from childhood up to his present age)
Talukra was born in a small village and didn't grow up with electricity. He was always a gental being. At the age of five he underwent Quincy training with his father. He was rather sad. He thought he was different and indeed he was. And he didn't like it one bit. But Talukra was great at the bow and arrow. He was a natural born Quincy. At the age of seven he saw changed within the world. Such as hollows appearing and disappearing. At the age of eight his father died of a heart disease and he was left with his mother. Who later died once he was 10. At the age of 12 Talukra set out to see what else his life could have instore for him. At the age of 14 he began to kill hollows because he thought the hollows were the true reason of his fathers and mothers death. Not a damn heart disease.

Within the mid ages of 14 he noticed changes within his body. He felt stronger. He returned back to his village after that and once there he found that his village was gone. Not truely gone. But rather destroyed. Talukra only looked at the mayhem and walked along the way. He saw his old house. He rushed into it just to see a small box. It was white really. Talukra took the box but couldn't open it. (This is where my glove is stored. Since I didn't regester one yet I shall not say I have it on or anything like that) Talukra carried the box in his hands as he walked backwords out of the house. One thing went through his mind. "What happened...?" He went down to his knees and allowed the dirt and soil to stain on his pants. He got back up and felt a slight burning in his heart, His breathing became ragid. He couldn't move. He fell to the ground.

Three weeks later. Talukra woke up in a small bed. He saw nothing more around him. He was in a rather dull room. He wore the same thing he wiore when he fell to the ground back in his village. He got off the bed and noticed a small calender next to him. He looked at it and noticed the time. He stretched and looked around. Now where was he? He didn't know but the room seemed to close in. Maybe Talukra only imagined it. He sighed and walked around in circles untill the room door opened. But Talukra didn't see that there before. Yet no one walked through it. He walked towards the door and looked outside. Grass...flowers...trees....

Talukra took his first step into the land and he didn't know where he was. He began to travel for maybe two months. Eating animals in the wind. Killing with simple tools. He stopped by a rather small tree. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? The tree became a box...He picked it up and ran off. After maybe two too three hours he saw roads. Cars. TVs. He was in the city. Talukra sighed. He looked like a crazy reck. He held on to the box like it was his life. He walked across the roads and into shops and such. He got used to this type of machinery. He thought he could make a new life here.

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