Post by Izurat Karr on Jul 9, 2013 3:12:57 GMT -5
Your Information
Your Name: Joe
Experience: Some RP-ing, about 1-2 years
E-Mail Address: deadlockrants@gmail.com
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Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Izurat Karr
Wrestler's Nickname: Laughing Wolf
Billed From: Lone Pine, CA
Manager/Valet: N/A
Age: 24
Height: 6'3”
Weight: 225 lbs.
Face/Heel Status: Face
Theme Music: “Open the Border” by Clutch
Gimmick: Izurat Karr is based mainly on the Native American warriors of way back when, a man who is both physically and spiritually connected to the world around him. While not a cliche, Karr does display a hint of poignancy to his character that is otherwise lost on the typical 'noble savage' trope.
Pic Base: Jason David Frank (A.K.A. The Green Ranger, or JESUS DIDN'T TAP)
Physical Description: Izurat lacks the muscle definition many wrestlers are known to have, but maintains a fairly athletic, if slightly husky build. His hair is raven-black, and flows down to his shoulders at its longest. On special occasions, he'll fashion it into a mohawk if given enough gel (and alcohol). Eye colors vary from his natural slate-gray color to the red contacts he wears in conjunction with his mask.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Can usually be seen wearing whatever he can pull out of the dryer, be it solid color button-ups from Stage with cargo shorts to cheap blazers and jeans on special occasions. With these outfits he's almost always wearing sandals, and even on cold days will wear the dreaded socks/sandals combo.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): Ring attire is where Izurat's dress sense excels. His tights are blood red, adorned on the sides with intricate Native pattern-work, and are accented by his boots, fashioned from a faux-felt/leather combo and covered in colorful hawk feathers and beads. There's also his mask, a wooden representation of a wolf's face given teeth and fashioned from California redwood, which he only wears on the way to the ring.
Personality: Izurat, while not exactly the nicest person in the world, does have fairly neutral and at times friendly demeanor. Still, he's slow to trust anyone outright, but when he does, he's behind them all the way. However, he has a fairly small tolerance for hostility, and is more prone to take his problems with people head-on rather than be passive-aggressive about it.
Brief Bio: Born to a family of migrant workers in southern California, Izurat has rarely lived in one area long enough to call it home. Moving from reservation to motel to wherever work could be found, Karr's family were his only real social connection, which explains his rather introverted personality. However, once his family found stable work near the arid plains of Lone Pine, Izurat finally found a place to call home. It was here where, at the age of 11, he discovered wrestling after stumbling upon a pirated broadcast of WWE's Royal Rumble 2000. The pure spectacle of the sport attracted him to the idea of someday becoming a pro wrestler, the gold strapped around the waists of such personalities like Triple H and Chris Jericho fueling his dreams of winning championships.
In the meantime, Izurat and his family found themselves membership into the Shoshone tribe, of which his father held a bloodline to. This allowed Izurat to learn the ways of his people: language, art, and the like. He performed in pow-wows, learned the ancient war-dance, and even went to school under a full-ride scholarship from the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Unfortunately, trying times forced Izurat to consider a career that could guarantee money for both he and his tribe. As a result, he took up to lacing the boots, and now finds himself indebted to the squared circle.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Wrestles with a technical style, and uses a lot of reversals a la Guerrero/Benoit. Uses a slew of slams and suplexes, and will go to the top rope when given a chance. Not much of a hardcore brawler, but can find rather creative uses for weapons when the time calls for it.
Entrance:
“Won't you open up the border, to rivers running green...”
Finishing Moves: “Tomahawk Drop” (Fireman's Carry Stunner)
“Shoshone Slam” (Reverse Argentine Drop)
Signature Moves: “Custer's Folly” (Satellite Double Knee-Drop to the Groin)
“Smile-Taker” (Running Elbow to the Mouth, usually leads in to Custer's Folly)
Basic Moveset:
Sample RP (Required):
Your Name: Joe
Experience: Some RP-ing, about 1-2 years
E-Mail Address: deadlockrants@gmail.com
MSN Messenger: N/A
AOL Instant Messenger: N/A
Yahoo Messenger: N/A
Other Messenger: N/A
Where did you find us?: Random Google search
Superstar Information
Wrestler's Name: Izurat Karr
Wrestler's Nickname: Laughing Wolf
Billed From: Lone Pine, CA
Manager/Valet: N/A
Age: 24
Height: 6'3”
Weight: 225 lbs.
Face/Heel Status: Face
Theme Music: “Open the Border” by Clutch
Gimmick: Izurat Karr is based mainly on the Native American warriors of way back when, a man who is both physically and spiritually connected to the world around him. While not a cliche, Karr does display a hint of poignancy to his character that is otherwise lost on the typical 'noble savage' trope.
Pic Base: Jason David Frank (A.K.A. The Green Ranger, or JESUS DIDN'T TAP)
Physical Description: Izurat lacks the muscle definition many wrestlers are known to have, but maintains a fairly athletic, if slightly husky build. His hair is raven-black, and flows down to his shoulders at its longest. On special occasions, he'll fashion it into a mohawk if given enough gel (and alcohol). Eye colors vary from his natural slate-gray color to the red contacts he wears in conjunction with his mask.
Detailed Appearance (out of the ring): Can usually be seen wearing whatever he can pull out of the dryer, be it solid color button-ups from Stage with cargo shorts to cheap blazers and jeans on special occasions. With these outfits he's almost always wearing sandals, and even on cold days will wear the dreaded socks/sandals combo.
Detailed Appearance (In the ring): Ring attire is where Izurat's dress sense excels. His tights are blood red, adorned on the sides with intricate Native pattern-work, and are accented by his boots, fashioned from a faux-felt/leather combo and covered in colorful hawk feathers and beads. There's also his mask, a wooden representation of a wolf's face given teeth and fashioned from California redwood, which he only wears on the way to the ring.
Personality: Izurat, while not exactly the nicest person in the world, does have fairly neutral and at times friendly demeanor. Still, he's slow to trust anyone outright, but when he does, he's behind them all the way. However, he has a fairly small tolerance for hostility, and is more prone to take his problems with people head-on rather than be passive-aggressive about it.
Brief Bio: Born to a family of migrant workers in southern California, Izurat has rarely lived in one area long enough to call it home. Moving from reservation to motel to wherever work could be found, Karr's family were his only real social connection, which explains his rather introverted personality. However, once his family found stable work near the arid plains of Lone Pine, Izurat finally found a place to call home. It was here where, at the age of 11, he discovered wrestling after stumbling upon a pirated broadcast of WWE's Royal Rumble 2000. The pure spectacle of the sport attracted him to the idea of someday becoming a pro wrestler, the gold strapped around the waists of such personalities like Triple H and Chris Jericho fueling his dreams of winning championships.
In the meantime, Izurat and his family found themselves membership into the Shoshone tribe, of which his father held a bloodline to. This allowed Izurat to learn the ways of his people: language, art, and the like. He performed in pow-wows, learned the ancient war-dance, and even went to school under a full-ride scholarship from the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Unfortunately, trying times forced Izurat to consider a career that could guarantee money for both he and his tribe. As a result, he took up to lacing the boots, and now finds himself indebted to the squared circle.
Style (Hardcore, Brawler, etc.): Wrestles with a technical style, and uses a lot of reversals a la Guerrero/Benoit. Uses a slew of slams and suplexes, and will go to the top rope when given a chance. Not much of a hardcore brawler, but can find rather creative uses for weapons when the time calls for it.
Entrance:
As the opening riff to “Open Up the Border” plays, the entrance curtains begin to pour out a thick red smoke. Bright flashes of red and white also focus center stage, drawing all attention in that direction.
“Won't you open up the border, to rivers running green...”
Out dances Izzurat Karr, feet stomping to the beat in a crude yet focused mishmash of rhythm. He does a little spin before jumping up, extending his entire body outwards as a flash of red pyrotechnics and plumes of smoke shoot from beneath him. Hitting the floor, he assumes a crouched position, before shaking rhythmically down the ramp to the ring. As he walks, he begins to pull at his mask, loosening it up before hopping up the nearest turnbuckle.
“Open it up, open it up, open it...”
Izurat pulls his mask off, allowing his raven-black hair to flow freely, and places the mask on the turnbuckle. He turns to face the ring, and does a quick footwork dance in a circle to prepare himself.
Finishing Moves: “Tomahawk Drop” (Fireman's Carry Stunner)
“Shoshone Slam” (Reverse Argentine Drop)
Signature Moves: “Custer's Folly” (Satellite Double Knee-Drop to the Groin)
“Smile-Taker” (Running Elbow to the Mouth, usually leads in to Custer's Folly)
Basic Moveset:
- Suplex
- German Suplex
- Back Body Drop
- Double Underhook Suplex
- Neckbreaker variants
- Fireman's Carry Toss
- Atomic Drop
- Clothesline
- Sleeper Hold
- Rear Naked Choke
- Diving Shoulder Block
- Diving Clothesline
Sample RP (Required):
**The scene opens up on an empty desert, wind blowing bits of dust and stray tumbleweed to and fro. There is a distinct silence, a soundtrack of scattering dirt and whistles of air being our sole ambiance. It is only a moment when, out in the gentle mirage of the great beyond, a figure begins to form in the distance. The wind slowly comes to a halt, and the figure comes closer. It is a man, wearing only a frightening mask and a pair of hide trousers. His skin is marked by the sun, a brick red composure accented only by his striking black hair flowing from behind the mask. He stops, and gestures slowly as he speaks.**
"As sure as the sun sets slowly in the West, there will always be a call for action for every man. What the call will be for, and what is asks of the man is unknown. However, it is how the man handles that call that marks him for the rest of his life. Should he refuse, he brings disgrace to everyone he loves, puts whatever was at stake in danger, and only sees to help himself in the long run..."
**He slowly begins to sit, cross legged in the dirt, before continuing."
"If he is to accept that call, though, he embarks on a journey of untold proportions. He comes across a new challenge every day, meets new people to help him in his quest, and in the end becomes a new person should his journey come to a good enough end."
**Driving his index finger into the dirt, he effortlessly begins to carve out a little design into the dirt.**
"My call came from my tribe. A call to preserve the voice of our people, or else become another footnote in the history books of life. I will answer this call, and my journey leads me to PCW. I know that in my quest, I will meet my fair share of adversaries, but also a good amount of friends. I can only hope that this journey can save my people..."
**He finishes his carving, the camera panning down to see what he's drawn. It's only half finished, a pair of legs adorned with simple patterns.**
"Or else, our story will only go half-told."
**The camera pans back up, but the only visible thing is a small hawk feather floating freely in the air. The wind picks up again, whipping the feather into the far off distance. The shot stays for a while, before cutting to black.**
"As sure as the sun sets slowly in the West, there will always be a call for action for every man. What the call will be for, and what is asks of the man is unknown. However, it is how the man handles that call that marks him for the rest of his life. Should he refuse, he brings disgrace to everyone he loves, puts whatever was at stake in danger, and only sees to help himself in the long run..."
**He slowly begins to sit, cross legged in the dirt, before continuing."
"If he is to accept that call, though, he embarks on a journey of untold proportions. He comes across a new challenge every day, meets new people to help him in his quest, and in the end becomes a new person should his journey come to a good enough end."
**Driving his index finger into the dirt, he effortlessly begins to carve out a little design into the dirt.**
"My call came from my tribe. A call to preserve the voice of our people, or else become another footnote in the history books of life. I will answer this call, and my journey leads me to PCW. I know that in my quest, I will meet my fair share of adversaries, but also a good amount of friends. I can only hope that this journey can save my people..."
**He finishes his carving, the camera panning down to see what he's drawn. It's only half finished, a pair of legs adorned with simple patterns.**
"Or else, our story will only go half-told."
**The camera pans back up, but the only visible thing is a small hawk feather floating freely in the air. The wind picks up again, whipping the feather into the far off distance. The shot stays for a while, before cutting to black.**
