Fuma Shinkaku

Name:Fuma

Age:21

Gender:Male

Group: Student

Class: 7

Appearance: My avatar and or sig
~Nationality: English
~Tattoo's/Piercings:None
~Height:6'2"

Personality: Fuma tends to believe in laws and traditions, and expect the same from others. He is not comfortable with breaking laws or going against the rules. If Fuma is able to see a good reason for stepping outside of the established mode of doing things, Fuma will support that effort himself. However, Fuma more often tends to believe that things should be done according to procedures and plans. If Fuma has not developed his Intuitive side sufficiently, he may become overly obsessed with structure, and insist on doing everything "by the book".

History: Fuma was born after the War of the Worlds where every country fought against each other, made alliances with each other and even were at peace for a while with one another. Fuma unluckily was born at the time where countries were attacking and bombing each other left and right. Fuma's mother caught in the cross fire with the other civilians with Fuma in her hands. She ran as much as her heart could take her, but wasn't fast enough and was hit by a straying bullet right in the back. She went down hard but held Fuma securely to her body, losing a lot of blood she tried to call for help. Screaming at the top of her longs no one listened for fear of getting hurt. Soon the background started to get blurry in Fuma's mother's eyes. She still held on, but their a man dressed as a soldier went to help the mother that was dying on the ground. The soldier tried to lift the women up. Fuma's mother refused to be pick up for she knew she would be dead in a matter of minutes. With her last breaths of air she said to the soldier, "Please take my son" she handed the soldier her son, " Please take care of him as if he were your own, his name is Fuma named after his father," she smiled at the soldier and she felt tears falling wondering to herself if she was crying and she fell to a deep sleep for which she wouldn't be able to wake from.

The soldier got up wiping the tears from his face and ran as fast as he could away from the battle stricken area into a safe heaven in which the baby would be safe at. He looked at the baby and the soldier spoke," Well kid, you have your mothers eyes at least but you have my face for sure." From that time forward Fuma's father, retired as a soldier, took care of Fuma teaching Fuma in the way of the military. One day Fuma, at the age of 16, asked what had happen to his mother. All his father would tell him is that she died as a savior, not telling him that she died saving him and that she would be really proud if he'd stopped asking so many questions. At that moment Fuma promised himself that he would one day become a savior like his mother and save anyone in need of help.