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Username - Master Cain
Name - Cain Bodokiai
Gender - Male
Race - Human
Age - 24
Height - 6’0”
Weight - 290 (muscular)
Appearance - (See Avatar) Cain looks rugged for his age. His rather long black hair is well kempt, save the many split ends. His hands and feet are wrapped tightly in fighting wraps, with only a single golden ring embedded with a bright ruby disrupting his ‘rebel look’. The ring is too tight for him to take off, and still unknown to him holds a latent ‘reflect’ effect for reversing conventional magic. His tear-resistant jacket and pants both bear the Capsule(c) Corps. logo (Though he’s never fought against a ’Ki User’, these clothes absorb all but the strongest of Ki attacks and stream it into Cains body as a healing energy). Underneath his jacket he wears a black hoodie made from a Kevlar-like cloth capable of stopping up to a fifty caliber bullet from a minimum of ten feet away. Beneath this bulletproof teen-ware is a third layer of armor: Twelve gauge titanium chainmaille; two layers woven together in a weave known as Doublemaille with each and every ring soldered shut. This layer will stop a slash or stab from any blade, while the titanium keeps the weight to a mere 50 Lbs. These three layers considerably expand his upper body, and since they almost perfectly follow the contours of his body, his chest and arms seem considerably larger then they truly are, almost to an inhuman proportion.
Attacks -
Futae no Kiwami
A special art, whereby the assailant uses two hits(not nessisarily with the same limb, but at the same point of impact) in quick succession; the first neutralizes the hardness of the target, then the second breaks the target before it recovers from the force of the first blow.

Sanjuu no Kiwami
A hands-only modification of the Futae no Kiwami. The user strikes his target with his knuckles, then clenches his fist, hitting him with it, and follows up by snapping all five fingers out.

Yonkai no Kiwami
Another hands-only modification of the Futae no Kiwami created by Cain himself. The user strikes his target with his knuckles, then clenches his fist, hitting him with it, follows up by snapping all five fingers out, then collapses his fingers and thrusts the base of his palm into whatever's left of his opponent.




Physical Enhancment
Cain can flood his muscles, organs, skin and or bones with spiritual energy that he believes to be nothing more then simple adrenalin, enhancing them in many ways.

Abilities -
Super-Human Strength
Able to lift a tanker truck full of oil with marginal physical exurtion
Super-Human Speed
Able both run at inhuman speed, but move his libs and digits at speeds to match
Super-Human Stamina
Cains physical endurance is unmatched by even the most hardy of humans.
Super-Human Visual Synapses
The best humans eyes can usually receive slightly less then 60 ‘images per second’, Cain can see at over 360.
Super-Human Reflexes
Cain can react the moment he sees something within those 360 images.
Low Body Temp.
Cains average body temperature is only 93.5 degrees Fahrenheit, the triple layered armor helps to insulate him to make him seem closer to the normal 96 (as opposed to over-heating him).
Telepathic Immunity
Unknown to Cain, he is all but immune to even the highest levels of telepathic and telekinetic forces. Though he can be held back and his mind can be read, it takes much more concentration and immense skill in the specified art.


History -
The first memories Cain has are of the northern Jungle. Brought to this place in clothing he did not recognize, in shackles, and with no memory of anything prior save only his name. He wandered for weeks before finally stumbling upon the club known as Orion. He stayed there for a time, renting one of the tower rooms and making use of the clubs facilities. Just as it seemed he was beginning to fit in, to make friends… he simply disappeared back into the jungle.

He returned once, for a short time. His hair had grown longer and his clothes ragged. It was obvious that he had been in the jungle the entire time, training and learning how to live. Though the chain that bound his hands together was gone, the manacles it had been connected to were still found around his wrists like bracelets. It seemed as though their only purpose was to remind him that he still had no memory. He stayed the night, fought a quick bout with one of the members he had begun to befriend, though it seemed only as though he fought to try out his new techniques and to see how other fighters would react to them. Unsatisfied by the course of the fight, he limped back out into the wilderness for another dose of survival training.