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Shinto [Bio page] - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-02-25
Bio page. I'll edit this later.
Shinto [Bio page] - Corn - 2010-02-25
Uh....format?
Shinto [Bio page] - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-02-25
No format necessary. Do as you wish. It's better to type it out in paragraph-style, but the typical format is like:
Name:
age:
gender:
General biography:
Personality:
Weapon name and/or weapon type:
Shinto [Bio page] - TøbiasBlack - 2010-02-26
Name: Tobias
Age: is said to be 18
Gender: Male
Weapon type: Scythe
Weapon Name: Equinox
~~~
Physical Attributes:
5'11"
140 lbs.
Brown/green eye. (Brown on the outer area, green along the rim of the pupil) Only has one eye, the left. a long scar starting from above the brow ending underneath the cheek bone on the right side, cutting through his eye-socket. Always seen with a plain black eye patch.
Black hair. Long.
White nails. painted, by choice.
Pale skin tone.
Thin frame, average build.
Goatee. no other facial hair.
~~~
The music playing from his speakers were set to the loudest setting possible. It helped him to think. This was a new town, a whole new world even, and he was going to go into it willingly. He stood in his new room, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His hair, a long ratty mess, unkempt and tangled in knots. He had planned to shower before he left home for Shinto, but there were other things more pertinent to him at the time. There were things that needed to be taken care of. Loose ends that needed to be trimmed, and he made sure that each and every thread was cut loose. Everyone, and everything he once had cherished, all his friends, all his past belongings, all left behind.
He stood in front of the mirror, laying his hands on the frame and glaring into the face he saw. The eye he saw was tired and full of regrets, full of misery and despair. That eye had seen more viles and evils than any human being, even one gifted like him, should bear the burden of seeing. His right eye, a gaping hole in his head, taken from him in a cold brutal night. He stood there, lowering his head and staring long into the mirror, into the face he saw.
He knew that wasn't his face. His face was not worn down, was not bitter and cold, devoid of emotion. He was still the charismatic young man from his home. His mother and father would greet him every day after returning from school, and they would sit together every evening and eat dinner together. It was a real picture-esque scene. He had that life once. He was smart, intelligent, and very happy with the world. He had learned to speak several languages, and even learned how to play two musical instruments, the violin and the flute. He was kind, helping others and never asking for anything in return. His hair was tight and tidy, not a loch out of place and not a hair misplaced. His grades in school were among the top in his class. He was happy.
Then, one night, all the joy, and all the greatness he had, turned on him. Gunfire. The bang of thunder and the crash of glass, the echo's still shaking the back of his memories. Many things laid back in the recesses of his head. Terrible things. Seeing his mother and father, dead on the living room floor. Their killer was rummaging through the display case, stealing anything that he could get a hold of. He saw the boy, and the criminal raised his pistol to the child. The child, he was scared, and he was shocked, but not once was he aware of the darkness that laid inside him. The darkness that he was destined to bear.
Bang, and the next moment, he was lurched over the criminals dead body, his blood splattered all along the walls, all across his face and his pajamas. The boy was broken, his mind snapping and cracking like the fragile glass that littered the floor of his family home. He looked down and saw many deep gashes carved out of the man. There were deep incisions all across his face, all across his chest, his exposed ribs and beating heart pulsing out rivulets of blood that spattered onto the floor. The boy cried.
He looked up from the mirror, seeing his hands gripping the faded white paneling. He saw his hands, tightly clenching the wood, grabbing onto them for support. Support, inside he laughed, was one thing his life was not allotted to have. His nails were painted ivory white, in contrast to his past. He had many flaws and quirks, personal issues others had said. After his parents were killed, and after he committed his first murder, his mind began to unravel. Slowly, but surely, he was starting to fade to Black.
"Black," he said. "Black," the voice in the mirror called out, "thats what we are now, that is our name." The voice; throughout all his teenage years, he was alone, except for the voice. He was alone, adrift in the world in the vessal of his own body, but no matter what, the voice was always there. It called out to him, spoke to him, comforted him, gave him the advice he needed to thrive, gave him the courage he needed to survive. When the Black spoke, Tobias listened. Tobias always listened to the Black.
There was a time when Black gave way to the White. From time to time, White guided Tobias. He was kinder, gentler. White was calm, cool, and at peace. White, he had decided, was the Tobias of his youth, the one that wasn't broken that night. White was the shadow to Black, but hidden and mute. White, his nails were all he had to remind himself that he was inside of him, all Tobias had to recall White by. Black never did like White, but Tobias was in control. Tobias was both Black and White.
The lights outside his mirror started to glow. He turned away from them, from himself, and returned to the world outside. His room was dim, bare, plain. The walls were painted grey, with not a single thing on them. No posters, no pictures, nothing. All his room was was a bed, the door, and his window. The few effects of his past that he carried with him were away, hidden. He knew that he would need to cast them aside for the mission to go as it needed.
Since the day of his parents funeral, he started to see... things. Tobias was young, alone, an orphan. He was sent from home to home, and everywhere he went, he could see them. Demons he was taught to call them by. Demons following him, taunting him. Black warned him against the demons, that they were evil, they needed to be destroyed. White gave no words of warning, saying only they were powers not meant for this world. He could see them, in the day, at night, alone at home when he was reading, when he was at school; they were as real to him as Black and White. He had seen the demons. He knew they were real, despite others not seeing them.
When he turned 13, another tragedy. Tobias was struck by one of the demons. His face was clawed, his right eye slashed out by the demon. To everyone else, he was suddenly and unexplainably cut. His eye was lost, and his wound never fully healed. A scar still streaks across his eye, a reminder that the demons are real. Real, he thought; what exactly is real? His sanity was breaking more and more. He was isolated, alone, just Tobias, Black, White, and the demons. He knew there was something wrong, but he could never figure out what. He had long since forgotten his familial name, long since discarded.
He sat down on the bed, and simply looked up at the ceiling. He was free from that life, free from that world. Here, maybe, things would be different. He was going to transfer to a new school, start a new life for himself. Here the demons wouldn't be able to get him. Here, he was calm. Here, White was happy. Alone, he and White, together in his new room. He looked over and looked outside. The clock outside showed the time to be 1 am. Here, he had hoped, to gain an understanding. He wanted peace.
"Tobias?"
"Yes White?"
"Are you certain this is where your fate has taken you to? Are you sure you haven't made any mistakes?"
"I'm sure, White." He leaned over on his side, the bed was hard and firm. He was comfortable. "If nothing else, if I wont be able to escape the demons, then maybe, maybe..." his voice droned out of tone, as he stared at his bare wall. He got up and went to his closet, and reached inside. He grabbed two long bags and laid them out on the floor. One, after unzipping, revealed the violin he took with him when he left home. The last memory of his parents. The last momento he had to their love for him.
In the other bag, he pulled out a long scythe. the blade was blackened and sharp. There were intricate designs on the steel of the blade, as if the fires of hell moved eternally across the sheen, across the gleam of the silver. This was his tool. This is the legacy he obtained from Black. This, was his Equinox.
"If nothing else, White, then at least, we have this." He pulled the scythe gently out of its bag, and admired the craftmanship that went into the creation of his blade, his scythe, Equinox.
"That is a weapon, Tobias. I know you've used this before, to slay the demons. We are aware of your actions, Tobi."
He scoffed, and a grin slashed across his face. Tobias recalled the first moment Equinox appeared. He remembered it. A demon was approaching him, attempting to slay him and his then guardian mother. He never saw her as his mother, but she saw herself as his mother. The demon, it lunged forward with its claws and attempted to slash through the womans yellow blouse, attempting to kill her. He reached out, and suddenly a long black pole slowly came into focus in his hands. He was 14, one year after losing his eye, he had finally obtained a tool to defeat the demons. He swung the pole strongly, and struck the demon in the chest. The woman, his guardian-mother, screamed in terror at seeing her adopted son suddenly create a long pole out of nothingness.
He stared long into the blade, remembering his first kill. He glared at it, the darkness in his mind brewing, starting to stir. He felt a heat rise in his chest. Loudly, Tobias let out a loud, sinister laugh. The stereo was no longer playing music, the mirror no longer shaking. The air was no longer still, the room was no longer empty. Tobias was surrounded by a dark force, laughing out loud, clutching his weapon tightly. He was going to reconcile himself, he knew. He knew coming to Shinto would help him to get a grasp of his power, an understanding. He laughed at his past, and his uncertain future. Black, he thought, would have enjoyed to see him like that...
sorry if its a bit long... i tend to be long winded. =|
if anything is needed to be explained in detail... just ask. i kinda already anticipate something.
Though, its not touched on here, i think it need be said:
He does not trust many people, and does not make any visible attempt at being social. He is a transfer student from an entirely other nation, so this makes sense. He is smart, he studies a lot and knows the language, but only enough to get by. When speaking to others, he will use simple speech patterns. as indicated his sanity is frail, so his emotions are eratic and polar, in that when he is happy, it tends to be hidden behind a stoic expression; when he is angry, he usually becomes very infuriated and oft times will lose himself to his rage.
He likes to play music. it helps him to silence the many voices in his head, especially Black and White. It is when he is playing an instrument when he will reveal his real self: a calm, well mannered guy. He is very humble, and generally kind. This calm lasts for a variable amount of time after he stops playing. While in shinto, he finds and picks up a bass guitar and starts to learn how to play that. The bass, he feels, is deeper.
also, the above scene takes place a week before the events that started Shinto unfolded. he has to have time to prepare, right? get some furniture, new clothes, school clothes, so on and so on.
Shinto [Bio page] - Smooth Criminal - 2010-02-26
Shinto [Bio page] - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-02-26
Wait, are you making a serious character? Or ..? Because this is a serious RP. >>; Not sarcasm.
Shinto [Bio page] - Smooth Criminal - 2010-02-26
Kawasari Mimoto Wrote:Wait, are you making a serious character? Or ..? Because this is a serious RP. >>; Not sarcasm.
Serious. If I weren't serious, I'd be running around with:
Spideyjvc Wrote:naruto
waepun - koonie ninja spears
skills
demon chakra - naruto bursts into flame and instant kills everyone
naruto - +500% att
GARuto - summon cloud that rain fire on all forever
darkness imperial ass salt blow - with the powere of 1000 demons naruto runs super fast and attacks the ground to destroy anyone standing
twilight beam - shoots bright beam that kills and blinds when hit 90% accuracy
sakura-chan and sasuke - summon team mates who cheer naruto for +666% all stats
personbility - lives in dark listenn 2 linkin park when he was young he was treated bad by every1 and became strong 2 kill them all because they thought he was bad, he used to be but then he turned good when he faught his inner arkness, he has scars on his body from the battle and his fate is dark
There was an image with that post too, but again with the problems with TinyPic. I'm setting up myself for a challenge and to have fun with it, really; it should be flexible enough to work with the role-play nicely.
Shinto [Bio page] - Kawasari Mimoto - 2010-02-26
Smooth Criminal Wrote:Serious. If I weren't serious, I'd be running around with:
There was an image with that post too, but again with the problems with TinyPic. I'm setting up myself for a challenge and to have fun with it, really; it should be flexible enough to work with the role-play nicely.
LMFAO. Good point.
Shinto [Bio page] - Corn - 2010-02-28
Will edit as the story goes on.
Name: Aurora ????
Nickname: The Sniper
Age: 16, since she's apparently 2 years from being legal.
Gender: Female
General biography: ????
Personality: Rather cold and antisocial. Good at calculating.
Weapon name and/or weapon type: Sniper Rifle. The model is an Intervention.
Physical Attributes:
Long black hair, light hazel eyes....well basically, look at my signature. She's 5"33.
Known facts:
"Isn't she the bastard with that whore mom?"
"Oh, really? I've never heard that. I did hear the fact she killed her mom, though..."
"Well, I never heard of all of that, but I heard her...." the boy's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.
"...father is the Overlord of East Japan."
Aurora could run very fast, almost Olympics speeds. She uses this speed to get to a long distance away from her opponent.
Shinto [Bio page] - TøbiasBlack - 2010-03-09
Tobias: See above post
Weapon: Equinox- The conduit linking the demons Black and White to Tobias, sustaining their own existances.
Black: Demon from an alternate void.
Rank- A
Age- unknown
Description- none available, only present in the human Tobias
Details- Black is a demon from an alternate hell. The demon used to be known by another name, but it has since been forgotten by him. His power is akin to that of an A rank, but that is only as strong as Black allows himself to reveal his power at. His strength is 'Consumption.' His strength grows every time he consumes the life forces of other demons, devours landscapes, basically uses his power and destroys the world around him and takes it into himself. picture this to get an idea: fires tendrils out of back, tendrils land in a tree, on the ground, and in various demons. the tree is absorbed, the demons are absorbed, and an area of the ground is absorbed. he can also create spaces/fields which act the same way; picture a massive black sphere forming in a major city. anywhere where the ball comes into contact with is devoured by black. a massive hole is left behind. also capable of creating a singularity to the same effect. so to summize, Black eats shit and absorbs that energy into himself. anything, in any way, Black can 'eat'anything.
One day he goes up and confronts a demon overlord. The demon overlord is powerful, but wary of Black. He knows the power of Black and is aware of his abilities. The demon overlord is afraid of Black, and strikes a deal with another overlord to defeat Black. When Black appears in the 1st overlords palace, the second overlord appears behind him and uses his own powers of Rebound to create a duplicate/opposite of Black. (think, the second overlord uses a mirror and creates a reflection of Black. the demon White emerges to defeat Black.) Black tries to devour his opposite, but his power of Consume is countered by the overlords influenced demon reflection's own Reversal. White has the ability to block any and all attacks that come to it, and is capable of rebounding said attacks to the attacker.
Black and White fought for ages, in terms of demon-time. The fought and fought, until eventually White's rebound of Blacks attack caused Black to leave himself exposed for a split moment. The demon overlords saw this and struck, fatally wounding Black. White was ordered to forcibly destroy Black's mind, but was unable to do so, so the first overlord attacked them both. Black was able in his last moment of life to consume White, while White was able to reflect enough of the demon overlords attack to spare his life, while killing the overlord Black was originally meant to destroy. Black however was torn, and his body was destroyed.
The second overlord saw the opening, and seeing that both his number one opponent and his own creation were defeated, rose to power and gained the throne of the former overlord. He then banished the two demons to the world of humans, wherein they were imprisoned in the body of a boy who's spirit had been broken. they rested and gathered their strength, saving it up, storing it all, waiting for the time they would be able to revive. Black and White were able to do so when the boy they were trapped in was faced with a grave peril that shook his very heart. they took advantage of the situation and used their own powers and gathered as much material as they could to form a conduit that will be later used to gain even more of their former power, as well as aid the boy.
The weapon took the form of a scythe. When the boy came to learn of the demon's pasts, their powers, and the situation he was faced with, the boy renamed the demons Black and White, they having forgotten their old names, and dubbed the conduit of their lives Equinox.
When the blade on Equinox is black, the scythe is capable of cutting through any solid object and leave no remnants of its attack. for instance, if a person is cut, no blood is sent flying from the wound, nor does the person bleed from that wound. the black blade is focused on up-close fighting. While the blade is white, the blade is capable of repelling any attack, and is capable of firing a wave/field/crescent of energy forward towards the opponent, as well as absorbing the kinetic energy of any attacks that connect with the blade and rebounding them in one immensely powerful strike towards the opponent, whether it be a direct attack or a long range one.
Tobias himself has no real power and relies on the two demons for strength. Other than being the vessel for two demons that are stuck in the same form, he is a normal human being that suffered a severe tragedy which has caused him to lose faith and trust in others, as well as question the world around him. When Black is dominant, he becomes vocal, outward, confident, dominant, and aggressive. When White is dominant, Tobias is more relaxed, sympathetic, thoughtful, and rational. The indicator of which is dominant is determined by the tone of Tobias' voice, as well as the color his left eye takes when they are taking direct control of his body.
any further information will be given when the time/need arises.
Shinto [Bio page] - Corn - 2010-03-09
Now this goddamm RPG is dead. Good fuck it Khoi.
Shinto [Bio page] - Khoi - 2010-03-10
Name: Sieryu [AKA Fujin]
Age: Unknown
Powers:
*Elemental Manipulation (Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, Thunder&Lightning, Ice, Snow)
*Super-fast dashing and teleportation
*Speedy Recovery
*Spell and Attack delaying (ability to slow down an opponent's attack)
*Flight
Overlord.
Shinto [Bio page] - Smooth Criminal - 2010-03-10
Omni Wrote:Name: Sieryu [AKA Fujin]
*Elemental Manipulation (Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, Thunder&Lightning, Ice, Snow)
Kawasari Mimoto Wrote:*Fujin, Overlord who has the power of “Shinto God of Wind” who controls East Japan
Yo.
Also, I'll discuss this character via PM. I'm not certain on how to feel about this character because I'm not much of an RP guy myself, but my gut instinct tells me it's not a good idea. I'll be looking for Khoi's help for why this might not be such a good idea, so I'll write up why later.
As for "power levels", neither myself or Khoi wants to see anyone feel that all the characters HAVE to be on equal footing. Two days ago, I asked Khoi if Michael Jackson the Cyber Slayer was god tier material compared to the rest of the cast given that he beats a B+ demon fairly quickly without too much damage or struggle involved, while the three high school students will be having trouble with dealing with a B- demon fighting together. He told me it was fine. When I thought about it logically, it seemed fine and Khoi seemed to agree with that logical. An appropriate analogy would be like how in Fullmetal Alchemist; although Ed is the main character, Colonel Mustang is clearly much stronger and probably equally as smart as Ed in a fight. The idea of the analogy is that the whole cast does not necessarily have to have be on equal footing, there can always be an exception or two because a little variation in the strength of the cast is nice; and at some point late in the story, they'll all be about matched if not have one still slightly stronger but not as much as before. Michael Jackson has years of experience as one of the top in the renegade underworld existing in Shinto, which seems logical for his strength. No one should feel compelled to have to match up on par with Michael.
Tobias, I'm not certain how you intend on working with the different personalities inside of Tobias but I'm certain at some point your character might want to stop relying on Black. But if you bust out Black all the time for most of the combat, it seems a tad rigged. Let regular Tobias do some fighting on his own first; given he's not as strong as Black and it seems fair. The way I see it, you should use Black like Naruto uses the nine-tailed fox in Naruto.
Shinto [Bio page] - TøbiasBlack - 2010-03-10
Smooth Criminal Wrote:Tobias, I'm not certain how you intend on working with the different personalities inside of Tobias but I'm certain at some point your character might want to stop relying on Black. But if you bust out Black all the time for most of the combat, it seems a tad rigged. Let regular Tobias do some fighting on his own first; given he's not as strong as Black and it seems fair. The way I see it, you should use Black like Naruto uses the nine-tailed fox in Naruto.
fuckin' mind reader.
i'd already had that in mind. White keeps Black's power in check, but as Tobias acts as their vessel he has the final say in how much power he draws out of either or. The scythe is capable of changing colors on the fly so theres no real draw-back there, but the scythe acts independently from Black and White, its just the conduit that allows him to draw out their power. With Black's all consumption, if Tobias draws out too much power while overriding White, then of course he will end up killing himself with Black's power. the same can also be said about White: if he taps too much into White then he will lose the ability to use either of them, and become a normal human. The scythe was named Equinox because after a while Tobias knew that these outcomes would be the case. notice in the first bio post i made he conjured a pole and not a scythe, that was deliberat. It was only after the two demons grew in power that he was able to turn it into a scythe at his will.
i thought of making tobias capable of turning anything into a bladed weapon, but that just wasnt right for me. he could just pick up a baseball bat and turn it into an axe, pick up a gun and turn it into a bayonet, so on and so on. it just was too gimmicky. Instead i made it he was just a highly traumatized boy that suffers through the memories of his past and his spirit wavered when he was younger. He saw demons all around him all the time while no one else could around him, he was labeled as insane. its why i said i spent a good 4 hours developing his character because i had to plan all of this out.
But back to point. Yes, relying on either black or white too heavily will cause him to lose them permanently, whether its by a suicidal implosion of Black, or a catastrophic explosion of White. He named the scythe Equinox as a reminder of that, knowing that Equinox was a time when night and day were at a half-to-half ratio of length he would have to keep his own night and day balanced.
I planned to have examples of this, but for lack of a better term Tobias is best described as a close to mid range fighter. Using the scythe he can attack from both, and by tapping into Black he focuses more on closer ranged opponents, while still keeping open the option for ranged combat i.e. creating a singularity ala Mass Effect only instead of just drawing things towards it and immobilizing them, lifting them in the air, it acts as a true singularity and will devour things that get too close to it, like a black hole. With White, the focus is more ranged than close quarters. with a basic attack a pulse, wave, or beam can be fired, repelling light and using it to attack, or for the close ranged option act as a barrier. sure i'd like to make it impenetrable, in that its like a never ending bubble shield if Tobias so wished, but wheres the fun and drama in that? Hence the limitation of power. Tobias must vary his attacks and utilize both black and white, or risk losing them forever.
also a side note: with the white bladed scythe, i had in mind a pretty fun way to use it up close...
Shinto [Bio page] - Khoi - 2010-03-11
Seems like a rather logical and un-biased idea, I'll be sure to discuss with you about that. I don't mind changing things up a bit either, thanks for reminding me!