Name: Ryota Saotome
Creator: Swiftblue
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Curse: Mom says Prides a curse...
Best Friend: The rest is not available yet, but, he has a semi-good relationship with the hibikis, respects his 'Uncle' Ryouga
Present Nemesis:n/a
Loves: [Same as above]
Loved By: [Same as above]

Temperment: I tend to be relaxed, I have total confidence in MY technique, a mix of the Saotome school and My own rendition of Jeet Kune Do. It takes alot to get me angry, and when I'm angry... I get even. Otherwise, I assume I am quite enjoyable to be around, good sense of humor, agreeable... so long as you agree with me. Okay... so I argue sometimes... Sometimes... I like to fight too, anything to test myself and push myself further.

Brief History: Well, I suppose I have a pretty good life so far. I was taught martial arts by my father since I was three. I also trained with Uncle Ryouga quite often, My Pops said somethin bout honor and whatsit.... I think he was jealous. I learned to be pretty upbeat and cheerful after spending so much time with Uncle Ryouga, being depressed gets ya no where he told me. I have a strong love for Take out food, instilled by my Mother Although, she does make a mean... umm, well, everything she makes is mean... But, I learned to stomach it. I think she is the best, although she is a bit inept at somethings, she gives it her all! I learned never to give up from her! My Dad took me on a training trip with the Uncle Ryouga and his kids. Cept, we didn't intend for it to be a training trip, ya see, it was supposed to be a picnic, and we let Uncle Ryouga and Kenji navigate, nuff said... We got back three months later, I learned alot of stuff then, like how to live outdoors and fend for myself. Well, anyways, recently I found a manuscript written by a martial artist who died a while back. It talked about something kinda like Jeet Kune Do, that the way to complete and total mastery is through ascending beyond styles and forms. I was inspired by his writings, so I decided to go on a training trip alone, with my fathers consent, to come closer to total mastery... My mother had no clue though... Dad got in trouble I bet, I just recently returned, on the eve of my Seventeenth birthday... I came back a far stronger man then I left, but I got a long ways to go.

Main Goal: I want to prove that MY way of fighting is the best, ascended beyond that of my fathers... He still doens't think I can do it, I'm gonna provem wrong... Also, I wanna marry someone who can COOK!
Main Fault: Pride, me and my pops clash cuz of it.