Post by Skoll Koryu on Feb 19, 2016 20:59:05 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: Moron Points
Password 2: Long Live the King
Type: Technique Master
Affiliation: Mercenary
Rank: 1
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-Basic Information-
Name: Skoll Koryu
Age: 35
Birthday (Month/Day): 03/25
Blood Type: B-
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 7'6” / 225 lbs.
Physical Description:
Skoll, being the offspring between an Akki from Hell and a Beast-Clan wolf woman, naturally possesses physical characteristics that marks him as very different from the normal humanoid creatures that roam the three worlds. Taking on most of the characteristics of his deceased mother, the wolf-like half-demon stands a good head and shoulders above most humans, his height allowing him to stand above the crowd and stand out. Coated from head to tail in black fur, Skoll blends into shadows easily, or at least would if it weren't for his demon heritage forcing him to stand out. Snaking runes of fiery red twist into intricate patterns down each of his arms, looking almost mystic in nature, like flames flickering up from beneath the fur. These same tattoos swirl up around his neck and shoulders as well, forming a collar-like trail like glowing embers.
Fierce golden eyes like molten metal stare out from beneath a constantly furrowed brow, as if constantly challenging the world he's thrust into on a constant basis. His head is shaped like any other wolf's, with a long muzzle, tufts of fur framing his face and pointed ears twitching and turning as he listens to the sounds about him. A dark black nose, wet in the way of most lupines, seems to vanish among the sea of ebony fur. Unlike many Beast-Clan, who take on some humanoid features from their time before the Beast Realm, Skoll does not possess hair, just the usual fur that hangs in a thick mane around his neck and down his shoulders, the glowing tattoos on his body still visible beneath it. Finally, Skoll possesses a long tail, which is actually the part of his body that bears his Nakabakki chains. These chains are a jagged mess of black metal that blend in with the fur, yet they turn his tail into a deadly weapon when those Hell-forged links tear through flesh and bone.
In terms of his body's shape, Skoll has developed some minor musculature from his time wandering. He's no Adonis, but there's a general sort of lean and wiry shape to his form that proves that he's modestly fit. Square shoulders lead down to long arms, each furred hand possessing five fingers and five wickedly sharp claws that can tear through flesh and cloth like knives. Most of his strength is in his long, powerful legs, allowing him to accelerate quickly to cover ground in a burst of speed that can surprise foes who don't expect it from the tall half-demon. Interestingly enough, these legs are also digitigrade; Skoll walks on his toes, his long feet providing him with a firm sense of balance.
Skoll's clothing is often a mixed set, taken from many different people and races. Being a wanderer with no real home of his own, he's never settled into any one outfit or style, but of late he's been seen wearing the following getup. A loose black shirt hangs over his torso, masking its shape due to its baggy fit. When trying to remain hidden, he also wears a thick roll of gray-black cloth that he fashioned into a sort of scarf for himself, a crude thing that was once part of lower half of a Shinigami's robes when he found the man's corpse. Now the material serves to hide the glowing runes around his neck and the upper part of his back when worn, hanging down halfway along his back like a cape of sorts. The remainder, really just a jacket now, is worn atop his shirt. The jacket isn't isn't long enough to make it all the way down his arms, in fact stopping about halfway down his forearms. The remainder of his arms are covered in gray bindings all the way down to his palms, though his fingers are left unbound. As an interesting note, both of his hands lack pads that a normal Beast-Clansman might possess, and that is visible on the exposed fingers.
Skoll's lower half is clothed in a pair of jeans that are not suited for the length of his body. Though they fit modestly well at the waist and are generally in pretty good condition despite the hole torn in the back for the lupine's long tail to emerge from, the legs are too short, unable to make it all the way down to the half-demon's ankles, leaving the last third of his lower legs visible as well as his feet. His feet are left bare, unable to fit into any shoes, and wraps like those on his hands just tend to hinder his movement. Pointed claws, much like those on his hands, stand out from each of the four toes he possesses, enabling greater traction when it comes to movement.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
- Rogues – Ugh. Rogues drain away their very lives to perform in combat, an experience that even I'll hesitate to mimic simply because of the very real risk of burning myself out. I already have enough troubles with my soul being as unstable as it is.
- Vizard – They're just too damn powerful! How anyone expects me to pick up any useful techniques when these guys don their masks and blow things to kingdom come is beyond me. Their sheer raw power makes them very difficult to approach, let alone learn from.
- Quincy – Ugh, their powers aren't bad as a whole, some nifty techniques here and there, but trying to draw upon their racial aspects tends to lead to Hollow poisoning, and that sounds painful. Allergy to Hollow energy when you run into a Cero or similar? No thank you.
- Bount – Again, the drawbacks! Can you imagine burning up in the sunlight just because you went all misty for a few minutes? Christ, I hate being in the light anyway, I show up like a splotch of ink on a blank page, but burning to death is not my cup of tea.
- Akki – Goddamn fucking scum... demons. Fucking hate these things. Skills and abilities aside, Akki can go to... well, they can go back to Hell! Those monsters shouldn't be let out in the first place, spawning monsters as they go...
- Nakabakki – Fucking spawn of scum! Akki are bad, and these half-blood filth are no better! And yes, I am damn well aware that I am one too! And I'm a monster, if it's not clear, else people wouldn't fucking try to kill me the moment they lay eyes on me! Don't be stupid.
- Hason and Saika – They're also Hell beings. Don't hate 'em as much as I hate Akki and their half-breed bastards, but they can all fuck off and leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with that damned inferno.
- Open Spaces – I'm a monster. Do you really think I like being out in the open where everyone can see me? Fuck no. I'll take a quiet den somewhere away from people, where I can be left alone when I want to be.
- Crowds – I can handle one-on-one situations, or maybe a handful of people if I'm feeling particularly patient on a given day. But don't expect to toss me in the middle of a large crowd and expect me to not lose it. Judgment, anger, fear, multiplied by a fuckton of people. That's just asking for a meltdown, either on their end, or mine.
- Himself – I may have accepted that I'm who I am no matter what, but that doesn't mean I deal with it well. You tried waking up to seeing the beast in the mirror staring back at you every day? You like the idea of living with a double dose of sin-bound damnation? Fuck no. I'm a monster, and there's no doubt about it. It sucks.
- Cats – Christ, I can't stand these self-important, lazy little shits. They're so fucking annoying with their “higher than thou” attitude, as if I didn't have to deal with enough self-hate in the first place. Fuck off, felines.
- Nobles – Who fucking likes nobles? They're self-righteous, manipulating, twisty bastards who think a little blood makes them superior to all of us. Well I'll show them how superior it is when it's spilling across the ground...
- Rain – It's so fucking cold, and wet, and... I just... I don't like it, okay? I don't want to talk about it. Bad memories and stuff. Even I got problems, okay? ...And no, I'm not fucking crying, so shut up.
Likes:
- Shinigami – Aside from their snooty “I'm good enough to judge everyone on sight" attitude that they've got goin' on, at least the versatile range of Shinigami abilities quite interesting. Let me tell you, they've added more than a couple pages to my technique catalog...
- Beast-Clansmen – I want to hate these fuckers, but I can't. I mean... look at them. They look like wild animals, just like me. Yet because they don't have the stench and feel of Hell on them, they're generally much more accepted. And I have to appreciate that even as I am, they were willing to take care of me after Mom died. So yeah, I love ya, my fellow furry bastards! ...Somewhat, anyway.
- Hollows – The Hollows themselves? Can take or leave them. But many of them possess very interesting techniques as a substitution for the Resurrection that Arrancar get or the Zanpaktou wielded by Shinigami, and the best part is that these techniques aren't bound to the soul! They've let me take down a good number of notes on unique abilities...
- Arrancar – Here we go. Arrancar take many of the unique Hollow Cero techniques and make them far more versatile, creating dozens of alterations upon them. And then there are Hierro varients, Pesquis... let's just say there's plenty to observe. Pity none of them have developed a Hierro you can transfer to someone else; I'd kill to learn that ability and get myself a little armor.
- Mod Souls – Really, I only like these little guys for virtues of not hating them. The most versatile of their abilities generally are a part of their pill, so it's not something I can pull from, but I've been looking into a branch of abilities they've been developing lately called Kigen, and let me tell you, it's interesting. Maybe as I get stronger I'll see what I can pick up from it...
- Humans – Ah, my favorite little squishy meatbags! Let me tell you, when it comes to sheer, raw potential for versatility among abilities, humans take the cake. Have you seen their special abilities? Commanding the elements, manipulating the souls about them? It's fucking amazing! And they've barely only scratched the surface of their ability to manifest and manipulate those souls, something I'm definitely keeping an eye on.
- Moonlit Nights – I'm part wolf, what do you expect? Love me a full moon, and if I can find a place away from people who would bother me, I could sit on a hilltop and appreciate it for the entire night. Awooooo! ...Sorry, some habits die hard.
- Visiting Mom's Grave – This sounds cliché, but there's something about visiting the hillside where the pack helped me bury Mom that's just soothing. Maybe I'm just talkin' to the air, as she's moved on in the cycle of souls, but... I do miss her. And it helps to think that she may be there, listening... but look at me going on like some sap. Nevermind. Next!
- Learning – One of my few good traits, I have a curious and eager mind. I love to view the abilities and techniques of every race, save a few, and I love to learn what people can do. I even keep a catalog here to document all of the abilities I've seen. I even spend nights reorganizing it to flip through and study for my own leisure.
- Open-Minded Individuals – I have met very few people that have treated me like a person and not some fucking nightmare, and those people have made the difference between me now and me on a bloody rampage. Though such people are rare, those who look beneath the surface are alright. We'll get along, you and I, if you can show some understanding. It's why I love my pack, after all.
- Meat – Oh god, yes! I'm a carnivore, baby, and I'll eat it from raw to cooked, depending on how hungry I am! Of course, I'll try and maintain a little civility and eat it prepared around other people; they already think of me as enough of a beast without me adding to the impression. But by myself or around my half-relations? Hell yeah, no holds barred!
Flaws:
- Anger Issues – Yeah, I've got a fucking attitude problem, you want to start something? I'm a goddamn monster, constantly shunned and hunted down, you think I'm going to be all buddy-buddy? Fuck off!
- Confrontational – You think my temper is bad? Worse is my ability to mouth off and never learn to shut my goddamn trap in the worst of situations. You want to piss me off? I'll tell you to go fuck yourself sideways with a goddamn rake if I feel like it!
- Antisocial – Lemme tell you, being who I am is not conducive to good relationships. I'm a crass, badmouthing badass who hates half the races of all three worlds, and while I'm sure the gals would hang all over such a sexy rebel like myself, I don't swing that way. Guys, well... we'll talk. Maybe.
- Overinquisitive – Remember that attitude problem I have? It comes up in more ways than one. Even in my positive moods, I have a thousand and one question, and I can assure ya that at least half of them are personal, possibly TMI level questions. Let's just say I like to get to know people in whatever way I can.
- Monstrous – This should go without saying. I'm a goddamn half-breed, a cross between a fucked-up hellspawn and an equally fucked-up wolf woman (if you know what I mean), and let me tell you, it makes life Hell. God, what I wouldn't give to just be a normal person.
- Self-Hate – I'm a fucking monster, as I just said, and it makes it really fucking hard to live a wholesome life. You try hiding in dark dens, hoping some Shinigami or Hollow doesn't find you while you're sleeping and rip you apart! So help me, you want to be this badass beast? Trade you in a heartbeat.
Habits:
- Drawing out Battles – Who wants a fight to end early? If I'm in a scrap, I either want to vent some anger issues, or I want to see what you've got. And you better pull out your arsenal, chump, because if you bore me enough I might just show you some of my own tricks, like turning you inside-out like a fucking magician. Abracadabra!
- Self-Deprecating Humor – Oh, oh, here's one. “What do you call the biggest fucked-up son of a bitch in three worlds? Me! Literally!” Haha, yeah, that wasn't funny. But really, there's nothing that amazing about me, and you'll find that I inspire more jokes about myself that are really just ways for me to say just how much I suck. And let me tell you, I suck plenty, heh.
- Flirting – You know something even more fucking pathetic? The fact that I feel the need to turn everything into an innuendo or a perverted joke because I can't fucking handle how insecure I am about my self-image. See what I did there, right above this? Christ, I need to stop doing that, and maybe start doing you—see, there I go again!
- Acting Tough – Hey, it's not fucking acting, okay! I am the big bad fucking wolf, and let me tell you something, I will rip you a new one if you even begin to think that I'm some fluffy pup that's gonna roll over for some asshole to take advantage of! Fuck off!
Fears:
- Disownment – My pack is one of the few groups that accepts me being who I am. If it weren't for the fact that I can't sit still and just stay in one world, I'd just live with them and say fuck it to all the intolerant bigots out there. But it terrifies me to think that one day, they too might wise up to my Hellish nature, and decide I'm not worth keeping anymore. I don't want to lose the people who actually give two shits about me...
- Death – Cliche as fuck, but think about it from my point of view. If I die, where do I go? I've got a double dose of sin from the Beast-Clan bloodline and a Hell-demon father. Am I destined to go straight to Hell, or am I exempt from the sins of the family? I'm terrified to find out that I may have an eternity in Hell waiting for me after this.
- Loisng Myself – If there's one unusual thing about copying the abilities and powers of others, it's that you tend to get a piece of that person behind the abilities they create and use. While I've not had the misfortune to develop any serious traits as a result of it, what happens when all of these fragments come together? Will the beast within take me over? What will happen then?
Goals:
- To Fill Out the Tech Catalog – So in my free time, I enjoy collecting techniques. Even if I can't learn them or fail to do so, I like to keep a list and study it so that I have a better idea of what's comin' my way. Plus, they're fucking fascinating. You know those Pokemon games, with their collections? I like doing that, 'cept there's far more than 151 techniques out there! ...What, what do you mean there's more than 151 Pokemon now...
- To Find a Place in Society – I don't care if I have to be a hired bodyguard or something, I'd just like someone, somewhere out there in civilized society to accept me and take me in to be among normal people. It's not that I dislike my pack but... I can't stay there. I need to be among people; something draws me to them.
- To Truly Accept Myself – There's no doubt about it; I'm a monster, a being of mixed Sinner blood, and there's no escaping that fact. Maybe one day I'll be comfortable about it and come to terms with who I am, but until that day comes, I'll continue hating my existence with every fiber of my being.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Aspect of Hell: Monstrosity
Overall Personality:
“Hey, asshole, you gonna keep staring or do you have something to say?”
To say that Skoll is a rather blunt and often rude person is not an understatement. Insecurity and self-hate from the half-demon, half-beast form that he possesses makes the Nakabakki a very aggressive and confrontational person. Many people, when meeting him for the first time, tend to respond with a mix of shock, curiosity, and often fear, as a seven-and-a-half foot wolf-demon tends to inspire little in the way of positive emotions. Skoll has developed something of an exasperation for these reactions, and it goes to show that many of his first impressions are rough ones; the half-demon tends to scowl at most people, and that expression on the black-furred lupine's face tends to give people a reason to pause and become uncomfortable.
It doesn't help that Skoll automatically assumes that any sort of relationship is going to automatically be negative. As the majority of his confrontations with others have usually involved him being treated as a monster to be hunted or feared, the half-demon always comes off as gruff and generally does his best to push people away. Others are kept at arm's length, and if Skoll doesn't keep a short distance between himself and others, it's because either he knows the person and is willing to concede a little hospitality, or else he doesn't deem the person to be a threat. The latter does not remove his suspicious and generally negative attitude, however, and often it lends itself to a more bullying, in-your-face anger instead of an aloof unwillingness to associate with a person. The start of a conversation is always awkward for Skoll, and because of his aggressive attitude towards it he always seems to be very domineering when talking to others. He talks over others, demands attention towards himself, and quite frankly comes off as very overbearing.
Skoll's attitude takes some adjusting to, but once one gets used to his negative and brash behavior, they start to recognize the sense of insecurity that lurks beneath the wolf-demon's angry scowl. Often acting the smartass while talking, after adjusting to the general crudeness one can see that he's trying to talk himself up, to look and act bigger than he is. As more time goes by and one gets to know him better, many of these jokes start to become self-deprecating, a dark sense of humor that indicates the self-hate that Skoll has for himself. The facade begins to crumble around those who associate with him for a longer period, and over time, they begin to see that beneath the angry, growling, big bad wolf persona is a guy who hates who he is and longs to be something more.
“Why're you being so nice? If you're just tryin' to sweet-talk me into your bed, shut the fuck up and let's just do it.”
Again, crass and crude covers much of Skoll's personality. Openly homosexual—there's not much more people can do to hate him, so it doesn't really bother him—the wolf-demon is often flirtatious, blunt, and more often than not, willing to make a number of advances that are generally sexual in tone as opposed to romantic. It's not that he's not interested in the sense of romance, but rather, he's jaded and doesn't believe that such a thing exists for him. If people want him, they're usually a pervert who wants a taste of the wild side, or the occasional Beast-Clansman that's close enough to him in physicality that it doesn't feel weird. Because of this Skoll comes off as more than a little lewd, though most of his “advances” are sarcastic wisecracks, pushing people away further. In truth, Skoll desperately hopes for someone that can tolerate not only his attitude—after all these years, some habits die hard, and that includes his negative personality—but also someone who can learn to push past the “big bad wolf” mask and just see him for who he is.
“What... you're actually curious? I mean, I guess I can... well if you want...”
Studious and curious, Skoll is truly at home in his research and loves to show the fruit of his efforts, the discoveries that he's made and the ways that other people manipulate their bodies and souls to discover the sheer range of their potential. A thick collection of binders—there's probably six or seven of them, and many of them are pretty full—is his pride and joy, and going through them shows hundreds of pages of work analyzing and recording the abilities he's seen others use, neatly organized by race and general power in order to further emphasize the depth of his research. Skoll calls this collection his “technique catalog” and uses it as a baseline to determine what abilities he wants to learn and make use of. Of course, even if a technique isn't one he'd add to his own personal use lists, he still wants to record it for knowledge later. As his memory continues to improve he will continue to store more information in his head, enabling him to be prepared to fight stronger enemies, as he'll begin to learn what sort of abilities they can use and how best to deal with them.
That being said, Skoll is extremely shy about his scholarly side, and often masks it beneath the usual brusque attitude he shows to everyone else. It's not that he's truly embarrassed, as he is actually very proud of his work, but he's not used to positive attention from people and, as a result, he pushes them away before it can become a thing. Despite this he is extremely protective of his work, as those few books hidden away in whatever den or home he's living in are one of the few possessions that are truly his. Anyone who threatens his work is going to get a fist to the face, a bit of full-limb dismembering, and maybe a mauling or three.
“C'mon asshole! Is that all you've got? Don't tell me you've got nothing more interesting than that to show me! Stop wasting my fucking time and pull out the fireworks!”
In combat, Skoll's attitude doesn't change much. As crass and confrontational as ever, he often goads his opponents, trying to get them to burn themselves out or waste their energy. It also serves as a means of drawing out unique and interesting techniques for him to study, and perhaps even opportunities for new ones to be learned. Drawing out an opponent's ire also serves to show Skoll just how strong his opponents are, as they are less likely to hold back against him. The half-demon uses this as a measuring stick of sorts, ensuring that he can survive an attack if he chooses to take one in order to learn the ability seen. Obviously, if an opponent proves too strong for him, learning is not a viable option, as it will just lead to possibly incapacitating injury or death.
But even when it doesn't come to learning an opponent's abilities, Skoll is still as brash and rude as ever. He enjoys taunting his opponents, making it harder for them to concentrate as he does his best to piss them off. Some people are beyond this, of course, rising above the taunts and focusing on combat, but more often than not a little trash talk will annoy the average individual and cause them to make mistakes in an effort to get him to shut up. The Nakabakki just enjoys these angered reactions, continuing to taunt and tease as he counters with his own attacks. He may be a bit of a prick, but at least he's consistently a prick.