Post by Ren Akasawa on Jul 27, 2018 22:18:32 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: [Sun Clap]Password 2: [Moon Pray]
Type: [Berserker]
Affiliation: [None]
Rank: [Mercenary One]
-Basic Information-
Name: [Ren Akasawa]
Nickname: [Chikage, Wolkeritter]
Age of Death: [19]
Real Age/Age of Appearance: [30/19]
Birthday (Month/Day): [12/31]
Blood Type: [Energy]
RP Sample (Optional): [None]
-Appearance-
Height/Weight: [5ft10in/143lb]
Physical Description: Nearly six feet of well muscled, ashen-skinned failure, Ren has always been easy to pick out of a crowd. A walking shirtless scene who has only ever been seen in plain white jeans with a similarly white belt, or rather, a bloodsoaked mess that used to be white. And that's before getting to take in the elaborate woven knot tattoos that cover his entire body in patterns of crimson light. His entire body is covered in angular bands of red, forming recurring patterns across his body, all interconnected with one another, the prominent wheel across his back is duplicated on the palm of each hand, the sole of each foot, and so on, similar for a pattern of angular waves resembling shark's fins that is most clearly represented along his limbs.
After onlookers are done with the cheap eye-candy, they can move on to the mane of rust red energy that spills from his head flowing in ways actual hair never would, the ‘bangs’ of that energy cover his eyes, but they’re still visible as a brighter shade of red. When necessary, Ren wears a large, dirty red cloak that completely covers his body, with only his baleful glow visible through the hood's opening. Even then he refuses to wear shoes underneath, fully intent on displaying his status as a failure, completely shameless in it.
-Personality-
Alignment: [Passive Evil]Likes:
Weakness: "Bare your strengths and weaknesses equally, hiding either makes you trash."
The Earth: "Is worth seeing saved with purifying flames. Even if it can never be perfect"
Fighting: "We have powers beyond most people, they're meant for fighting, and it's only natural to enjoy fighting each other. That's all the reason anyone would need, right?"
Failures: "If I could, I'd spread this gift to everyone in existence. Everyone should embrace the inferno like this."
War: "It's a competition, one people with power crave. How else do you tell who’s strongest?"
Dislikes:
Clothes: Ren says; "Why hide a perfect body, again?" But really, he just finds them uncomfortable on his failure tattoos.
Impurity: "The cause of dissatisfaction? Impurity. The cause of impurity? Allowing your skills to rot."
Backline generals: "If you intend to lead, then get up front."
Non-Failures: Everyone should be this way, that’s the only thought he can never suppress.
Grass: Should burn to ashes, those are more comfortable to walk on.
Habits:
Ignoring blood: Ren doesn’t react to blood, mainly because he's simple so exposed to it that it's faded into a sort of visual static for him.
Wandering around shirtless and barefoot: Ren isn’t much for covering what he considers to be the best body possible, but does have some loose sense of modesty.
Demonstrating his strength: He'll use his flood or techniques to wreck whatever is in reach without a care, if it'll get his strength across to the viewer.
Drinking: Ren doesn’t eat anymore since becoming a failure, but will use any excuse to get drunk off his ass on other people's funds.
Flaws:
Close-up fighter: Ren refuses to use the actively directed part his flood against anyone he isn’t within melee range of, mainly because he refuses to stop using a sword even as a failure.
Careless fighter: He doesn't have anything in the way of tactics, either, barely bothering to guard himself, and always resorting to sheer overwhelming force.
Wasteful: Wine, reiatsu, wealth, Ren always indulges without a single care as to the expense.
Rushed: He counts the minutes until he can do whatever comes next. Life is short, death is too, better enjoy both while he can.
Fears:
Strong Pacifists: "Why aren’t they fighting? This is a world for the powerful, how do they hang onto that idea without getting their heads smashed under a rock?" It scares him that anyone could actually have a release and still reject the sway of battle.
The Emperor: "How does something like him survive without becoming a failure like god intended for the best of us?"
Hell: "That’s waiting for everyone who finds happiness in the wrong things? Whatever god decided that has to die." More reason to let the Vandenreich destroy all souls, save them from the possibility of going to hell.
Goals:
Make a world of only failures: If it’s possible, then that’s all he wants.
Gather the failures as a group: The reasonable alternative to the others.
Overall Personality:
Essentially a flawless hedonist, Ren knows what he likes, power, alcohol, and conquest, all of which he’ll cheerfully indulge to his full extent, regardless of the time or place. Ren accepts new possibilities with open arms, keeping what he likes and throwing away what he dislikes. All because he sees no purpose in life except to enjoy life and love all that there is to offer. Not only is he both vocal and remorseless about only accepting things he likes, and eliminating what he dislikes on the spot, but he accepts both the righteous and the villains without any distinction whatsoever, so long as they live with their full force as he does, he finds them to be living correctly. He finds self restraint a waste for the powerful, and holds that anyone with a release should devote themselves to their desires, which causes some clashes with others. He doesn’t let those small conflicts get to him, even a soul’s life is short, so just enjoy it, right? Save the fights for entertainment.
What he doesn’t have any love for for is the daily grind, or less physical work. As a failure, his afterlife is just as fragile as his first one, which is the top reason he’ll go to great lengths to avoid obligations to anyone, as somebody that will never waver under any circumstance. That lack of hesitation carries over into a single-minded craving for battle, while he remains completely indifferent to the possibility of defeat. He's determined to do everything with his full force, fighting in melee with all his strength, drinking himself under the table, and generally living by. "Worth doing means worth overdoing."
“War God” Is the best way to sum up his mentality, he expresses fear by lashing out, admiration through combat, but it isn’t all of him. The full force monster that is the modern Ren is built on a foundation of a young quincy who lived more moderately, and it’s still possible to see them under there. Ren still cares about his family name, still gets lethargic without anyone to interact with, and generally cares about other people when it comes down to it, even his enemies. He sees his current, more violent role as something that can’t be helped, and distracts himself by enjoying his status as a failure as much as he can. It’s the same reason that he never minds losing a battle, or starting a hopeless one, he doesn’t feel like he has any time left in his lift to spend on anything other than what he enjoys, so why bother worrying and losing more time over it?
That thread can be pulled to surface a contrary side to him, where he only rejects self-restraint and embraces conflict because he saw how easily those who do can trample those who don't on a whim. He envisions a peaceful world where people can still embrace each other, despite the call of power, baring their weaknesses without a care, and living alongside one another. Though he also ascribes that world to be something he could never make, and only gets to wait for. The ideal would be to have a world where all souls develop into failures, beings of power who would stand equal to each other, but until then, he'd settle for painting over all living humans with simple aware ones, effectively ensuring power for all later on. And until that can happen, War God it is.
-Powers-
Fighting Style: A berserker at heart, and a hopeless blood knight. Opening every battle with a declaration of his name, title, intent, and conditions, then launching fully into crushing blows and reiatsu-driven assaults, Ren sees his sword as superior to his flood, carelessly swinging his flamberge with full force, only aiming at the start of each arcing cleave. He piles on attack after attack until he exhausts himself,H at which point he’ll give up the fight without any resistance. Usually not with any formal surrender, but rather storming off to find a drink after getting his fill of battle for the time.He never uses any form of ranged attack, and even though his flood could reach much farther than the sword he carries, he refuses to actively direct it towards anything outside the reach of a sword’s lunge. Though some may see that as an exception to his policy of using only full force, it's actually just a matter fairness. Two people embracing the karma of destruction alongside one another, should both have a chance to hit each other, that's as simple as he can put it. He's not against shockwaves other mid-range methods, but as he sees it, the greater the distance between the two fighters, the less they must want to fight, and if they don't want to, why bother trying?
Out of respect for his enemies, he blocks most attacks, letting his strength clash with their own, and treats both dodging himself and other's attempts to do so as a minor insult. Bakudo barriers are commonplace when he encounters something he cannot properly defend against with his sword, such as fire and water, even then he raises his sword in a defensive posture behind it. Ren prefers direct attacks, but isn't fully devoted to them, he knows the value of disabling his foe or boosting his own strength in there here and now, but seems confused by poisons, strategies relying on patience, or any other indirect methods. The rule of thumb is that if he can't hit it with his sword, he'll throw bakudo at it until it starts playing by his rules, and then hit it with his sword.
The closest he has to any of those is how he uses his flood, throwing it around only for looks. He's just as hindered physically by the mist he makes as most opponents, but due to constant exposure to it, he's become completely indifferent to the presence of blood. The sight, smell, taste, and even the sensation of wading through ankle deep bodies of the liquid, it's just too commonplace to make him react anymore. If allowed to, he'll explain the rules to his flood, including all the drawbacks and restrictions, but usually leaving off the strengths as obvious. Of course, explaining doesn't mean he'll stop the sheer joyful violence he usually tries to inflict.
Reiatsu Property: Ren's flood is a simple matter, with a property of Blood drive. After anyone spends spends posts equal to his class within the fifty foot span between Ren and the edge of his flood, any and every available surface that is not within a foot of any living thing, which includes insects and other often overlooked creatures, but explicitly ignores bacteria and other omnipresent microscopic life forms, will begin to accumulate tiny droplets of blood, copied from the veins of the individual that triggered the passive effect. These droplets come into existence as tiny points, and slowly expand into larger pools across walls, ceilings, and due to being effected by gravity as normal, will typically gather in lower areas if not seeped up by anything first. The sheer scale of this ability often leads to a deluge of several gallons, and can potentially fill all available space in an area with the vital fluid.
A bleeding subject's blood is duplicated in lesser amounts, relative to the proportion of their normal amount they have lost. Conversely, the rate of production increases when multiple individuals trigger the effect, creating the full amount of blood for each of them. As shocking as Ren's reiatsu property may be, able to fill a completely sealed chamber when given enough time, it ends after four posts without any viable subjects in range. After the effect ends, the created blood will persist, and does not dry.
A bleeding subject's blood is duplicated in lesser amounts, relative to the proportion of their normal amount they have lost. Conversely, the rate of production increases when multiple individuals trigger the effect, creating the full amount of blood for each of them. As shocking as Ren's reiatsu property may be, able to fill a completely sealed chamber when given enough time, it ends after four posts without any viable subjects in range. After the effect ends, the created blood will persist, and does not dry.
If he wishes, Ren may manipulate the created blood. Having little interest and only having been a failure for about ten years, the only thing he can do is direct the flow, or cause the accumulated blood created by his release to aerosolize, forming a thick, coppery red mist over the course of a single post, mildly obscuring the senses of those present, along with the obvious side effect of completely covering all subjects in their own blood. Every individual droplet has a fixed one point of reiatsu strength, and moves at one sixth of Ren's speed, but the amount of droplets is unlimited while others are within his flood. The flood is a drive that gathers blood from people, and drives blood towards action.
The main drawback to Ren's flood is that it takes time to process others entering the area before it starts. Further development of the active effects of Ren's flood is unlikely, because he's purely devoted to straight sword duels and the occasional bakudo to punish others who don't give him those straight duels. His flood is only frivolous unless the mentality he has changes to accept the possibility of finding a more useful use. Ren is just as hindered by the mist as anyone else, only desensitized to the sensations it causes.
Other Techniques:
Pressurized Gravitation, proficient. Ulcera, proficient. Bakudo #8: Seki, proficient. Bakudo #11: Haihin, proficient.
Pressurized Gravitation, proficient. Ulcera, proficient. Bakudo #8: Seki, proficient. Bakudo #11: Haihin, proficient.
Current Residence: [None]
Memorable Figures: Aoi Akasawa, his mother. Also the Emperor, who converted him from a quincy to a failure.
History:[/ul] Years ago, Ren’s mother, Aoi Akasawa, worked for the Vandenreich under another name. But by the time he was born, she had already long since fled, gone into hiding in Karakura after growing fed up with fighting over such outdated ideals, restarting their lives in Karakura. He was raised fairly normal, with the quincy upbringing limited to knowledge, without any techniques or use of ability included, as Aoi wanted him to avoid the violent life she had lived. She raised Ren an average Japanese child, living in moderation and reliably reaching grades just short of perfect in all subjects with her strict tutoring. He even graduated with perfect attendance at the end of it all.
Shame that peace couldn't last any longer. When he first turned nineteen, he came home to find his mother missing, thankfully no evidence that she was dead, only the Vandenreich burning their home to the ground, and making it very clear that they had been waiting for him. The presiding Sternritter at the arson swiftly beat him within an inch of his life as a hello, and carried him off to the cold castle Silbern, dumping him on the floor before the seated Emperor for judgement. He lost consciousness on impact, and awoke later beneath an unfamiliar ceiling, in a bed not his own.
His body was covered in glowing red brands, the room was, save for a small oval around himself, completely covered in dried blood. It was only natural to scream, at which point the guards outside him room entered to explain his situation. He was unwelcome, Because of how the emperor had shared the smallest bit of their reiatsu with him, he had accepted it in the "Wrong way", and would have to leave. Any attempt to defy them would be met with instant death. He didn't like that, but he had to accept it anyway. One of the first things he noticed is that no matter how hostile the guards acted around him, they would never dare touch him, only threaten.
The reason was made clear once they kicked him out, just about everyone he met called his new body a failure, and told him he was now exceptionally fragile, such that a single wound could spell death. More time passed, and while his body had stopped aging with the Emperor's botched blessing, his mind had changed quite a bit, as he'd adjusted to his new situation by embracing sheer reckless force, the same force that destroyed his previous life. Believing that with it, he could keep himself from being ordered around by anyone he ever matched in strength.
He took up carrying a heavy sword as his only weapon, in deliberate contrast to his upbringing, and began to form a core idea that since he became a failure when empowered by another, and had more sheer reiatsu than anyone else of his age and experience, that his new status was automatically superior to his old one as a Quincy. This began a strange sort of philosophy of the fundamental good in being a failure, and the goal to preach it to the world through the universal art of violence. Which only grew stronger as he became aware of how hollow, shinigami, and about everything else are just as violent as humanity.
As the years of fighting for fighting's sake went on, he began drinking heavily, in contrast to his still youthful appearance. Partly as a method of taking the edge off the stress of failure life, partly as a coping mechanism copied from others he'd met with violent lives, mostly because he turned out to enjoy it quite a bit. Swiftly becoming known for roping anyone he could into blood soaked drunken antics, a lasting habit when around people who thought that stopping him would only be an even worse risk of making him explode. It was, however, made clear he shouldn't push things much farther if he intended to live that much longer. There were always some kind of limits on what he could do to anyone else.
The nicknames, Cloud knight around quincy, and Blood shadow around most others, developed over time from the nature of his flood, which he'd grown insensitive to by that point. His wandering Karakura aimlessly, sword in hand, and blood on every surface, made for an unfortunate ghost story forming around him in recent times, he never bothered correcting anyone because he didn't see much harm in it. He kept up causing messes and leaving a trail of his flood's aftereffects wherever he happened to go, and the name only stuck more, as any rumor based entirely on a natural phenomena was going to keep going no matter what.
With the recent chaos in various factions, Ren has been having more fun than ever with his opponents, no matter who or what they are.