Kenji Murakami

(ooc: okay, back to Chronos Central; in an apartment in the upper floors of the large main building) The dark blue covers of the bed shifted, as the figure underneath them woke up and started moving around. Pushing himself up onto his hands, Kenji blinks owlishly in the sunlight. Kenji-chan? Are you awake now? Morning, Dad, he says, smiling as he crawls out of bed and yawns. The speaker chuckles telepathically, It's actually closer to afternoon, my son. Still, you'll want to go eat something before you do anything else. Okay, Dad. Kenji first heads for his private bathroom, washing up the way his father had taught him to, before heading down to the cafeteria to eat a late breakfast.

He's unspecialized as yet. Though he was based off of Murakami's form, so he has the kind of powers. He's like an amped-up Proto-Zoalord, really. He might be a match for a Guyver it'd be a close fight but he might just squeak by on raw power, but any one of the Twelve would be able to beat him with little trouble.

(human form drawn by me, Zoaform courtesy of Ryuki) Name: Kenji Murakami Code Name: Ingriam Mirabilis Affiliation: Chronos Type: Zoalord History: A chance encounter with Richard Guyot in the forest surrounding Mt. Minakami brought the fact that Masaki Murakami's six-year-old son had survived the destruction of the building that was supposed to have killed him back when he was five. Taking advantage of the discovery, Guyot decided that he would take the boy and make him into a warrior capable of - and fully willing to - carry out all of Guyot's dirty work without thought or question. Before he could act on any of these plans, however, Alkanphel appeared and Guyot was forced to make a doomed attack on Chronos' Supreme Overlord. Alkanphel, seeing something of himself in the young boy - who had been force-aged into a twenty-five-year-old and processed into a Zoalord on top of that - took him in as a ward. When Masaki Murakami was forcibly drafted into Chronos, Kenji was very happy to have his father with him. He now acts as something of a student/younger sibling to Alkanphel and a helpmate to his father. Though understandably in a limited capacity.

Q: How does it feel being the owner of the infamous rubber sword? A: For those who don't pay attention to the toys, due to American versus Japanese safety regulations, the western release of my toy has a sword and wings made of a hardish rubber instead of hard plastic. This means you need to undent the toy's wings once you get him out of the package, but it also means the sword won't break if you drop it. Being the American version, my sword is the rubber type. Wayward thinks this is hilarious and spent days saying bizarre things like that it's "normal for a robot my age". She also told me that while my sword is longer than Energon Megatron's, his is always hard. When I pointed out that his also lights up, she nearly choked herself laughing. I don't understand humans at all. ---------------------- For some reason, you whippersnappers keep asking about me. I'd like to just say, "None of your business," but I get kicked in the shins by Insecticons when I do. Anyway, just to shut you up: My name is Vector Prime and I'm old enough to know better, but too old to escape from young people who think I should answer their questions. I was created so long ago that there are no records and I can just make up something and none of you will know the difference. I could claim to be Prima and the Liege Maximo's love-child and even Furman himself couldn't prove me wrong. I'm from Cybertron and lately I've been stuck with the task of babysitting Primus' creations. I'm working with the Autobots because if Megatron wins, the universe is going to be sucked into a black hole, and then where would I sit? My other form is a type of Cybertronian spaceship that could be kindly described as 'vintage'. I have the ability to send myself or others through time and space. Sometimes when I'm bored, I send the Insecticons to the moon. ------------------------------------------------- Well, it seems that people don't want me to defend time itself. The way this is going, I'll never get a chance to untangle the old Marvel continuity and they'll be stuck with four different Galvatrons forever. I think you must all be agents of Simon Furman. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Q: Can you destroy Megatron? A: Easily. I could just teleport him into a star if I felt like it. And then I could be eaten by his fangirls. No, thank you.

I'm currently rewatching my collection of Fullmetal Alchemist DVDs. I'm not downloading anything, though.

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Yeah; you really did great work on this one. The lighting is amazing.

The Fallen; same guy who did the Guyver review.

That's a very nice wallpaper. Very smooth.

I've read a couple books by Ayn Rand, and I find myself completely unable to stomach that much willful stupidity. Note to Rand: Human beings do not work that way!

If hippopotomonstrausesquippedaliophobia meant a 'fear of large words', and if you could say your sickness, would you be cured?

It's all fun and Games until someone loses a tooth...then it's hockey!! Instant human! Just add coffee. Anger the French. Make tacos. Celebrate life with ketchup! Worry is the first time you can't do it a second time; panic is the second time you can't do it the first time.

The most awesome Code Geass AMV it's ever been my pleasure to see.

You HAD to get the hot dog. I solemnly swear that I shall lead the paper to victory over its enemy, the scissors. If the shoe fits, beat someone senseless with it. White guy. Can't dunk. (On a T-shirt) Who are you and why are you reading my shirt?

I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me. You sound reasonable. Time to up my medication. I do not have a drinking problem. I drink. I get drunk. I fall down. I wake up three days later. No problem.

Bad spellers of the world, untie! Constipated people don't give a crap. How many vegetables had to die to make your salad!? Give me liberty, or give me a bran muffin! Granola. Granola solves everything.

Here's some more from me:

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From what I've seen and read, it's a pretty common name in Japan. :wink: Here's one from Spirited Away and one from Blue Submarine No. 6: