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Character Name: Minami "Ikki" Itsuki
Canon: Air Gear
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Point in the time-line taken: After chapter 243, before Kogarasumaru heads off for the battle against Jiggy.

Character History: Meet Ikki, a street punk and Owner of All Ass in the East. . . . that is, until he was utterly humilated by a team of Storm Riders, or people who use Air Treck (motorized skates). Defeated and kicked right in the pride, his sisters gifted him with a pair of his very own A-T to get his revenge, and he ends up experiencing what it's like to "fly" and decides that it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. He then forms his own team with his childhood friends, along with a few riders he owned, jesused, and made join, and leads them to victory . . . or other ridiculous things he comes up with at a moment's notice. But despite that, Kogarasumaru is one of the strongest up-and-coming teams the A-T world has ever seen, and battle after battle are soaring higher to the top of the sky.

But A-T are far more serious than Ikki realized. The Bad Guy of the series? Turns out to be his mentor and brother-figure Takeuchi Sora. After betraying everyone, taking the title of Wind King back from Ikki and joining up with his fucknut twin Nike to kill three of the top riders around, he tells Ikki that the wind isn't good enough for him and well . . . with everything else going on, it's nearly enough to break him. But Ikki's tough, and after a message from Spitfire, one of the dead riders, and a few punches to the face, Ikki declares that he and his team still plan on flying to top, no matter who gets in their way. And while things haven't been easy from then on, and more riders are being killed, Ikki is determined to lead his team to victory and show everyone that the sky is for everyone to fly in.

Canon Personality: Ikki has all the makings of a great leader; he's dependable, strong, honest, reliable . . . and then you see past it to a stubborn, cocky brat who thinks he's some kind of greater being that everyone should honor as a God. He's brash, reckless, and loves getting into fights, even with his best friends. He has a habit of wanting to be the best and knocking down anyone who might be showing that they're better than him - even his own best friend (of course, this starting off as a way to help his friend out of a horrible funk, but whatever). Ikki wants to fight under his own strength, and has turned down help numerous times - including turning down the President of the United States. Of course, Ikki isn't without his own issues - being betrayed by your own mentor and told you aren't good enough will hit a kid as honest as Ikki pretty hard.

But despite this he really is a good kid; he cares about his friends and relies on them just as much as they rely on him, and tends to be drawn to those who have "broken wings" - not with the aim to fix them, of course, that's something they have to do on their own. But he's there to loan them a few feathers and give them the support they need, all the while showing them what it's really like to fly.

Blank Personality: As a blank, Ikki's personality will mostly stay intact. He'll be loud, cocky, still think he's the greatest - but a little subdued at first, because in canon he's all about flying and showing people how great it is and he won't know have that as a blank, or even know what it means, so he'll be a little lost and a lot confused as to what his purpose is. Of course, he'll still be friendly and retarded, and once he learns about the games, he'll take-charge and become the dependable leader-type he is, supporting whoever he's with both to prove himself and to do whatever he can to make sure they win.

He'll also be drawn to the ones with who need support and will give theirs in return. Ikki is naturally drawn to people with "broken wings", and this won't change when he's a blank. He won't know why, or even what he's doing, but he'll still have this need to show them what it's like to fly in his own way.

Writing Sample:

Something was digging into his hip.

With a groan he rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow, reluctantly opening his eyes to stare across to the . . . unfamiliar wall. Blinking, he stared at the wall for a moment before slowly lifting his head, looking around. Wherever he was didn't look familiar at all, from the walls to the ceilings down the bed he was laying on. Sitting up, he brought a hand to his face.

Just where the hell was he? With another groan he slapped his cheeks, shaking the grogginess off before he sat up straighter. "Alright, let's find out where we are . . . " He trailed off, uncertain and eyes widening slowly. He was just about to address himself, but . . . who was he? He couldn't remember his name, or what he looked like or - anything. Glancing at his hands, he slowly curled the fingers into fists, then tighter until his nails were digging into calloused skin. Calloused . . . glancing down at himself, his hands moved to feel out the strange clothes he was wearing, patting up, over his chest and face to his hair. Messy.

Okay, so he was at least in one piece. And okay, so he didn't know where he was or who he was, but as his eyes fell on the entrance, a determined frown set on his face and he took a deep breath. He had to find out what was going on, and why he was here.

Just as he was about to move he felt what had been digging into his hip earlier and picked it up, turning it this way and that curiously. A tube? But no, it was heavier. Shrugging, he brought it up to his face to look through it --

Just as it started to play.

"This fzzzttt will fzzt over anyone who gets in his way!" He frowned as the sound sizzled for a moment, but then watched as a young boy pointed upwards, his other hand resting on a hip in a cocky stance. The boy paused, then grinned, confident and determined. "I do this willingly."

Frowning more, he slowly pulled the tube away from his face, looking it over. Then lifted his eyes upwards, to the ceiling. "Go over anyone how?" He muttered, confused. "Whoever that idiot is, he doesn't make sense."

He stayed like that for a moment, relaxing, calming himself - why would looking up be calming anyway? - before he pushed himself out of the bed, grasping the tube tightly in his hand and heading for the entrance.

"This is the worst fucking morning ever." He muttered before pushing past the curtain.