No-Name, The one with no name or past

[No-Name]

Name: No-Name. People call him by a name, anew for each person, but he does not think that he has a name.(Real name forgotten)
Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere between 18-20. Accurate age is unknown
Blood: Forgotten and unknown.
Weapons: None.
Skills:
Ninjitsu
Fluently read/write/talk many languages, old and new
Acrobatics
(Note: All of his skills come naturally to him. He does not remember what they are, but he uses them without knowing it.)


Appearance/History (Written as a story, basic text can be provided):
Through blurred eyes, all he could see was a black void. Slowly, a light appeared overhead, and its brightness hurt his eyes. He clawed meekly at his pale skin, his body cold and withered in what was now a wind. His garments fluttered around him, and his lips were parched and cold. His short hair was matted and dusty, turned from a dark black to muddy brown. His fairly pale skin was crusted with dirt, and he crawled on hand and knee towards the sound of rolling water. Hours passed as he crawled slowly, until painfully cold water struck his burning skin, and he tumbled quickly into the cold lake. Beneath the surface of the water, the hot sun no longer burnt away at his skin, and he realised he was drenched, and drowning. Going upwards once more, he parted the icy waves, and the blazing sky struck his face once more. Then a drop fell on his nose. Then another on his cheek. A torrent struck the water, the land, and him. He struggled across the shallows, and was washed up on a beach, the golden sand turning wet and hard around him. He rolled onto his back, and passed out.

Hours later, the bright moon greeted him. After a few peaceful moments, a sharp pain ripped into his neck, and was echoed in his lips and stomach. He was hungry, and he was thirsty. He was he, he did not know who he was. He did not know what he was, but he knew he was hungry. His eyes opened once more, and pierced through the beach, glancing up and down it for food. A crab scuttled nearby, and he vaulted into the air, propelling himself over 5 feet towards it. Landing almost silently behind him, he crushed half of it with the palm of his hand, and began to scoop it into his mouth, crunching through the hard shell with his teeth. The crabmeat itself was sharp and bitter, but not do his distaste. He began to walk, and not crawl, towards the water once more, and in its calm reflection, saw his own face. His strange eyes pierced himself, the sharp glance bouncing of the water like a mirror. They were almost fully clear, like an imperfect crystal. He had mid length, straight hair, that curved downward like twisting blades. He had sharp features, and pale skin, something that seemed to burn in the bright thing from earlier. He raised a hand, and the mirror reflected it, in its quick grace. He was wearing grey clothing, it was all the same colour as his eyes, if they were opaque. He wore would he thought was some kind of top garment, which was in fact a t-shirt. The same kind of cloth was wrapped around his legs, which was in fact a pair of trousers. His feet were in a harder material, with what was leather on the top, but cloth on the soles. A longer version of the t-shirt was over him, opening in the middle, and extending to the floor. It was in fact a long coat, also he did not know.

He curled in the air like a cat, as he moved to the area behind him, and he was filled with the ability to move. He jumped forward, and landed gracefully many a meter in front of himself. His boot silently slid into the sand, as he regained part of his memory. Loosing his balance, he fell onto his side, and noticed that this would need some practise. Randomly, he flipped and curled from the floor to his feet, and his leg kicked out towards the water line. Staying in balance, he switched to the other foot, and without noticing it himself, his hands went into a strange stance. Spinning quickly, his hand lashed out at thin air, but he lost balance once more, and fell to the ground. This would also need practice, he thought. Once again, he curled from the floor, through the air, and landed, with strange grace, upon his feet once more, as his hand this time swiftly lunged forward, fingers extended like a claw. Before he realised, his hand swung down, and caught a crab within a cage of fingers. Delicately placing the little animal on the floor, he allowed it to scuttle away.

He ran a pale hand through his dark hair, and his eyes opened wide, and then shut, screwed tight. He stumbled across the beach, in a visage of pain. A single picture glanced through his mind, but he could not concentrate on it. He could not make out whether it was many burning on crosses, of whether it was many burning at his hands, or if he himself was burning. When he focused on it, it changed again, to the black shadows, and a shape in the centre, another creature in the darkness. Another image struck through his mind. This time, his hands drenched in blood. The next was those same hands casting gold into a font. He was cast backwards with such force that he was not sure whether it was the shock making him jump, or if some godly entity had just pushed him. He trailed through the ground, going down much, until most of his body was in a long trench, dug out by his own force. His mind was numb, his body cold and in pain. A single image was burned into his mind. For a moment, that same image flicked through his eyes, and he glanced up.

That same moon.
That same sky.
That same land.

And all his memories were gone. They remained for a few moments, and we pondered. Had he just been born, or had he just died? He tried to remember what happened in the past few hours, and he was not sure he had existed for the past few hours. He was not sure that the land he tread on now existed, or if it was he who did not exist. He was trying to grip onto his consciousness once more, but it left, and those images fleetingly appearing and leaving through his dreaming mind time and time again. But they changed, blurring together, each time they fleetingly came and went. Unable to discern the difference, the change, the memories changed. The shapes warped, the places twisted, into just a single image. Something beyond human comprehension, so it just appeared as the void.

A void that is always there. When his eyelids close. When he goes to sleep. When he blinks. A void that is his only memory.

Pass: Bonsei
Choice: Distant (Actual choice is unknown, due to his loss of all memory. Due to his now new perspective, he is distant as he learns about the world anew.)

[Mikazuki]

ACCEPTED, though nice past/description. It seems like this site is getting a lot of guyz instead of girls.. me scared... []

[No-Name]

Yay.
Most rp's im part of are mainly guys.