GT: Kenji Sano

*Didn't make deadline, but submitting it here before I forget-* xD
*App WIP*

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Name: Kenji Sano
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 191 cm
Weight: 72 kg
Nationality: Japanese
Year: Senior

Alias: Achilles
Element: Earth
Weapon: Propulsion Boots (Each boot has 4 rotatable thrusters on the sides of his calves, capable of propelling him in an any direction, and 2 inset static thrusters under the foot.)
Level: 1
Stats: Str 16 | Spd 18 | Vit 12 | Def 4 | Int 8 | Lck 2

Skills:
Thrust Kick - Sano uses the thrusters on his boots to amplify the speed and strength of his kicks, such that each kick delivered is backed with a burst of energy.
Burnout - In a last ditch effort, the boots will essentially act as a energy ray-gun, concentrating all of its energy into a single beam of energy (beneath Sano's feet), ultimately creating a large explosion with a wide blast radius. This deals a great deal of damage to Sano in turn, and he cannot use his weapon again until his Vitality is fully restored.

Personality:
Pros: Patient | Good-natured | Responsible
Cons: Stubborn | Slow decision-maker | Blunt

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Soccer | Running | Helping out in his family's bakery | Curry
Dislikes: Making things with his hands | Fighting | Fire | Alcohol

History:
Born from a celebrated pastry chef couple into a family where cooking was almost a religion, he was instantly made out to be a black sheep when he realizes he's the only member of his family who cannot cook. His mother, father, two older sisters, older brother, younger brother, aunt, and grandfather - All could cook. Except him. His hands were just- ...too big, perhaps. Clumsy and uncoordinated with his hands, he would often drop ingredients and materials, mismeasure, and end up making an unintentional mess. Somehow in some way, his food would always turn out burnt, or bland, or generally unfit to eat. It had happened on so many occasions, he found his role in the family drifting away from the kitchen and any food-centric tasks. He still helps out around their small, family-owned bakery - being a clerk, waiter, server, heavy-lifter, etc - just as long as he stayed out of the kitchen.

Though his family still embraced his differences, he began to steer clear from activities that involved the dexterity of hands as he grew up, honing the strength of his legs in stead. An average-grade student, he found his talent in sports, and gravitated towards the only sports the schools offered that didn't use hands - soccer and track. This wasn't to say he didn't use his hands ever; upper body strength was still a necessity for an athlete. However, ask him to cook or do arts and crafts.... He would smile and politely decline.

Now an avid and skillful soccer player in high school, his proficiency on the field has gained him some confidence. But he secretly wishes- ...one day...- for his hands to be useful, to be proud of his hands. Because his sole reliance on the strength of his legs might not last forever...

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