Post by Kitai Yoru on Feb 19, 2018 22:10:40 GMT -5
Kitai has returned, the proper thread title.
Discord/Chatango Username: [Ddsoul]
Password 1: [Rock Baby Boomer]
Password 2: [Aevus]
Type: [Lunatic]
Affiliation: [Merc]
Rank: [2]
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Name: [Kitai Yoru]
Age of Death/Damnation: [23]
Age:: [24]
Birthday (Month/Day): [7/2]
Blood Type: [AB]
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Height/Weight: [7/180]
Physical Description:
An albino with muted white hair, with the ends of his hair fading into an ivory color. In life, his hair was wild and out of control, covering most of his face from view, as well as having many spiky split ends. His hair used to look simultaneously well maintained, and uncared for at the same time. As it is now though, tells a much different story. His hair has lost the spark of life it once had, long locks now hanging limp, like it died along with him. It is still reaches an unnatural length, reaching all the way to his lower back, but it has changed drastically.
He also no longer has it hide his face like he once did. Now he wants to be remembered, and a face makes a person far more noticeable. Where he used to wear a constant grin, splitting his face with teeth, he's since learned that it never had the intended effect on people. One cannot make people fear you from appearances alone. Now, while he still enjoys wearing that nightmarish smile, he saves it for when he's actually doing something he enjoys. Like spreading death and chaos. He smiles a lot when he gets to do that.
Due to a factor of things, his eyes a deep crimson. Aside from the color, his right eye is like that of a normal human, nothing really different. His left eye is the weird one. Completely lacking in any white, it is something one would only imagine belonging to a demon. His gaze is set in a perpetual glare, looking at all he sees with hate. Occasionally his eyes gain a touch of the madness he once reveled in, but those days of drowning himself in insanity are long behind him. He has been forced to move forward in his existence, and cannot stand still anymore, as much as it displeases him.
The former madman was blessed with an overwhelming stature, standing higher than nearly all, at an overwhelming height of seven foot one. In spite of his height, his frame is not as large. In fact, his body is more lithe in nature, cursing him with thin, bony arms and legs. The skin of his body hugs his bones in a near unsightly manner, making him look dreadfully unhealthy, on top of the pale white color he naturally has. His body is covered in scars, both from his time alive, and from his extended 'vacation' in the underworld.
Thanks to a certain whore Quincy who shall not be named, the entire left side of Kitai is a burnt hunk of crap, charred black, right down to the bone, leaving the two limbs look more fitting on a zombie than an actual human being. His face is two-faced, with one side normal, while the other is painful to even look at. Crusty, disfigured, and more or less dead. He has plenty of other scars though, not that he's proud of any of them. Each one brings him a great deal of shame. A cut across the middle of his nose after fighting a particularly suicidal Hellhound.
One of the more unfortunate parts of not being able to stay dead, is that you get some really nasty looking scars. Things that look like they'd clearly kill someone stick around, since no one bothers to heal you down there. Dozens of stab wounds litter his torso, reaching through the back. Whip scars cover his back from those who've given into the hate. His right arm and leg look relatively normal, but only because they regenerate. In total, if he were to ever take off his shirt, someone would probably call the a ambulance for him, he's so disfigured.
On top of all that, his gut is missing. He has no stomach, midriff, or any other word for abs. In place of that, is a giant mouth, set in a permanent, lipless grin. The top 'jaw' has eight massive, dagger-like teeth, while the bottom has seven. These teeth are a dirty, worn out bone color, and each are seven inches long. The fun part of this second mouth, is that he can actually use it to eat and talk from it. It sounds like a graveyard of frogs, but it's still speech! At the back of the mouth is a haunting purple light, that burns like an unholy fire for all those who see it.
On his back are two large wings. They're charred black, burnt with the ambations he held so dearly in life, signifying his fall from whatever grace he thought he once possessed. Unlike SOME being spawned from the netherworld, they aren't true black, and reflect light like anything else normally would. They're large, more than large enough to let him fly. Each twelve feet from tip to back, covered in feathers, instead of reptilian scales like most demons have.
He has several outfits that he prefers to wear, as well as one he has little choice to go around in. His most hated outfit is his his mask and cloak that he uses to hide from Hell. It's a simple thing, basically little more than a black cloak covering his body completely, as well as a white mask, with two angry eye holes, and a toothy smile painted on with something red. He hates wearing it, because you can't really recognise him with it on. How would you be able to tell the difference between him, and any other Saiki if he was wearing only that? He needs more to stand out.
His more worn outfit is a fancy thing, making him look very expensive. Since he's come back from the land of the dead, Kitai has had enough with the rough, dashing rogue look that had going for him before, and now wants to only experience the finer things in life, and naturally that includes only wearing clothing of the highest caliber. A black top hat replaced his old white one, suiting him more now. His black straight jacket is gone, instead going with only a silky black button up dress shirt. Along with this, he wears pure white pants, with equally white dress shoes.
One of his lesser worn outfits is a blast from his past, and a recreation of the clothing he was murdered in. A black straight jacket, cut to only reach his waist, done in such a way that the edges have a torn look to them, with a white dress shirt underneath. Wearing a black top hat atop his head, because it's the best kind of hat, duh, gives him a more regal look to counterbalance his jacket. He also wears black cargo pants with black steel-tipped combat boots, to just make him look like he threw on anything he could find in his closet.
His last, and least worn outfit, is when he just wants to go around and utterly screw with people, because why not. If you wanted to see any more of a stereotypical demon suit, then good luck with that. Black fedora atop his head, with black dress shirt, black overcoat, black pants, and shoes, coupled with a red tie and sunglasses, he looks ready to make a deal with someone. This is purely for the giggles, and he realizes the irony when he puts it on. Heck, he even ponytails his hair into a braid when he goes around dressed like this. He doesn't wear it much, because he hates being reminded of what he really is.
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Dislikes: [1. He's tormented with the sins of his life. Every day, of every hour, of every minute and second, he is reminded what he once was, and all he had failed to achieve in his existence. And he shall make all suffer for it.
2. He hates being out in the sun. It's too bright, and tends to burn him. He suffers enough from burns and heat as it is.
3. The tiny sugary garbage known as candy. How someone can stand something that sweet is beyond him.
4. One of the many things he never got to have in life, was a happy family's. He dislikes them purely out of envy.
5. He doesn't like animals because they like to annoy him, either by growling, hissing, cawing, or making any angry sound to remind him of what he is, they also attack him more often than not
6. He has a bad personal history with thieves. After a fateful night as a child, they stole his parents, and days later, his extended family revealed their true colors, and stole everything else from him.
7. The number 6, and any other number with a 6 in it. It reminds him of that number. He doesn't need to be reminded more of those anymore.
8. Rapists are repulsive beings that can't control their lust. Weak fools.
9. Driving safely is too mundane. He needs chaos to get through the day, and he has no time to be sitting around behind the wheel of a metal death machine.
10. Being alone. He hates loneliness so much. He just wants companionship to fight off his empty life.
11. Smug and prideful people. They think they've done anything to earn that agaronce, but forget that it will lead them to nothing but ruin.
12. Idiots who can't show their love the person they like! It's like, come on! He hates when he has to leave them alone or ignore them. When he gets his hands on one or more of these people, he can't help but try and slap some sense into these morons. You only have so much time! Stop pussfooting around and kiss already!
13. He is one of the embodiments of Sin, rules are something he loathes with a passion.
14. Those in power who are disconnected from the world, and those 'beneath' them. How repulsive, to forget what the end of that road leads to.
15. He hates being controlled. So much so, that he refuses to form attachments to anything, just so there is nothing anyone can use against him.
16. He used to enjoy eating hollows, a snack he sought out often. But he's long since learned the consequences of his actions. The erosion and destruction of his soul scarred him in ways that could not be expected.
17. If you value your life, don't comment on his scars.]
Likes: [1. He has gone a long time without food, so whenever he gets food, he eats like a glutton, not stopping until he runs out. Sometimes not even then.
2. Any alcohol is his his favorite drink. He needs something to numb the pain of existence. He manages to trick himself that it'll help. It never does.
3. He lives to break as many rules as he can, no matter what they are. He hates being restricted my anything, so he tells the world to suffer for his existence.
4. Laughing. He loves to laugh. It makes him think he's happy when he laughs, no matter how pitiful his existence is.
5. He loves to pray. It's something he does daily, many times a day in fact. He prays to finally die, or to be free from his suffering. And he'll keep doing it. No matter how much he knows he won't get it.
6. His lucky number is seven. He likes it.
7. Even though he's trying to change, he is still quite sadistic. He enjoys watching others suffer. He wants them to know his pain, the pain of a life not worth living, and the pain of being burned into blissful non-existence, only to be brought back through fire and brimstone. He tries to hold back, but sometimes he slips.
8. Confusing others is so satisfying. Just another way to irritate others.
9. Even with his struggle to change, he still is mischievous by nature. He loves screwing with people, and playing pranks.
10. Crashing vehicles is so much fun. Making trouble has never been easier with all this new technology.
11. Creating things by my own design, and not that of anyone else, is a marvelous feeling. He enjoys building, and trying to help others with them.
12. Reviving a gift is... a foreign thought. He never expects to receive anything aside from hate and pain. It's to be expected, seeing as how hateful a person he is.
13. He has long forgotten the warm feeling one gets after seeing a genuine smile on someone's face, after you've helped them though something they needed. How far had he fallen, to forget that? How far gone was he to remember the teachings of his father?]
Flaws: [1. What's his flaws? It would be easier to say what was right about him than wrong with him.
2. Trying to be a good person is hard, but he's trying his hardest. He does his best not to kill people, for good reasons now.
3. He doesn't like to focus any anything particular, giving him the appearance of being scatterbrained. He goes through life without anything to motivate him, so he just goes to whatever the most interesting thing in the area is, and has fun with it.
4. He is an albino. Now, while one shouldn't think that one's skin is a flaw, this is a special case. Kitai's skin is so pale, that even a few minutes in the sun will give him horrible burns. This is the reason he wears so much.
5. Kitai has become far too used to pain and suffering during his stay in Hell. Depending on the injury, he might not notice he's hurt until some time later.
6. He takes extreme pleasure in causing pain to others, especially on weak opponents.
7. Do not let him drive. If you like everything being in one piece. Do. Not. Let. Him. Drive. ANYTHING!
8. He is very annoying, and takes extreme pleasure in being so.
9. Doesn't play well with others. It can be almost impossible to work with him, unless you are trying to protect something with him, or trying to get something he wants.
10. He spreads chaos in whatever way he can, flocking towards large groups of people to get the most for as little effort he can put out. Whether he does so intentionally or not is a different matter entirely.
11. Kitai has gained a sort of ptsd from the torture and constant combat while dead. If someone mentions Hell, it is very likely to set him off into a violent rampage, have him run away from whatever situation he's in, or have him just break down.
12. For someone who likes to cause chaos and insanity, he tries to avoid confrontations with stronger people. He enjoys fighting, but he doesn't want to risk the chance to lose time out of that nightmare, so even if he does fight, he tries to end it as fast as he can. If he's forced to release though, all bets are off.
13. Looks for opportunities to do good deeds. He still thinks there's a way to break his chains by changing, it's almost sad.]
Habits: [1. Laughing. He laughs all the time. Normally it's only light chuckling, but when he's hurting someone or fighting, those chuckles turn into insane crackles.
2. Innuendos. He speaks in them very often. They are mainly about his cannon and sword, but he'll make a random one if he gets the chance. He also claims not to know what an innuendo is.
3. He likes to eat a lot. So much so, that he distracts himself while eating, or starts attacking other people for more.
4. Going for walks. He goes for walks, just so someone can confront him for some reason or another. Mainly the cannon on his back. He then starts shooting the ones who confront him.
5. Whistling. For some reason, some strange reason, this man can whistle without the need of his lips. So he whistles, randomly, when he wants to.
6. He tries to never give out his real name. He gives out random fake names to anyone who asks.
9. He often goes around the darkest, shadiest places he can find when he gets bored. He calls it 'hunting the scum of the earth', and lets just say that you don't want him hunting you.
10. Pretending to be insane. He goes around tricking people into thinking he has more than a few screws loose.]
Fears: [1. Getting caught by those demons. If they... no, more like when, they catch him, because it's inevitable in that place, they torture him. They take him, and torture him in ways that he could only dream of doing to others. He can never get used to the pain either. They're too good at torture. He fears that they might someday break him in a way that he can't mentally recover from.
2. He is afraid that he'll never die, that, his tormented life and death will go on forever. He fears the pain will never end, that he won't ever stop suffering for the crimes done to him in life.
3. Being alone is probably his greatest fear. He's been through more methods of torture than he can possibly count at the hands of those demons, but there was one that rattled his very being. They locked him away, in some dark place, and did nothing. For days, he just stayed there, unable to do anything. He starved to death many times, before he managed to escape, but the mind numbing feeling of loneliness... It was more than enough for him to kno0w that he can never let those demons get him again.
4. He doesn't want to be ignored or forgotten. He's been ignored and abused most of his childhood, and anyone who ever cared for him died. Now he's alone. It frightens him, that he'd die alone. That, he'd be isolated forever... with no one but himself.]
Goals: [1. He has long since stopped caring about good and evil, and only seeks self pleasure. His goal is to find something entertaining to do each day, and enjoy it. A simple and easy goal.
2. Find the man that killed him, and... he... doesn't know. He wants to say that he'll drag him into Hell to make him suffer like he did... and he knows that it would be incredibly satisfying to do that... but he knows what that suffering is like. He wants to change, not continue on as something little better than a demon. But he needs to confront him regardless. He needs it.
3. Get filthy stinkin rich! What better way to enjoy life like a lazy slob, than to have more money than any anyone else? Kitai likes to have things, and money is the best way to get things, without having the cops constantly on your back, and killing them is something he's trying to not do. Win win, right?
4. Should be pretty obvious to anyone who knows what he is, but, get these f#king chains off. He's tried to cut them, smash them, break them, burn them, destroy them, but nothing even manages to even scratch them. Heck, he even ripped off his arms and legs to try and get them off him. Sadly, the limbs grew back with the chains attached. He figures that, if he can be a good person, he might be able to remove them, or that they'll fall off on their own.
5. To be remembered. So long as someone remembers him, he won't ever truly die. He just needs to be worth remembering, and maybe someone will care enough not to forget him again...]
Alignment: [Chaotic Evil]
Aspect of Hell: [Resurrection]
Overall Personality: [Kitai has never been the most mentally stable of individuals, even when he was alive. At one point, he used to have multiple personalities in his head thanks to his soul baring heavy amounts of damage, fracturing it into smaller pieces. Thanks to a second accident caused by a Shinigami, he lost even more, leaving him half the man he could have been. Thanks to the soul forges in Hell though, the remaining chunks of his soul have been fused back into one being, leaving him alone in his head once more.
Still, from all the torture, his insanity persists, keeping him from being normal. He constantly deflects any blame he might take, refusing to be held accountable for his actions. He's extremely irresponsible, not thinking through on any action he takes, often diving head first into any situation he gets into, bulldozing his way through life with reckless abandon. He's been scarred in ways that have driven him even further into madness, back to sanity, then madness again. At this point, all he wants to do if find something to put him out of his genuine misery, be it non-existence, or something pleasurable like wealth and fame.
He's learned that showing your softer emotions is not only a bad thing, but an extremely dangerous thing. Others will use and manipulate you, twisting your feelings to their advantage, or pull of them to hurt you even further. He's become untrusting and jaded, hardened by the flames of the Nether. His face has long since become a mask for him to wear, only using it to display what he wants you to think he feels, or to pretend to empathise with others to hurt them, like they would do to him. If all that fails to fool them, then he'll lie and cheat and steal to get what he wants.
Once upon a time, Kitai used to try and hold himself back with his desires, limiting his actions as not to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. I think you can guess what he stopped doing. Now he loves indulging himself in his vices, drinking himself to death, gorging himself to death, and causing chaos on a scale that has never been seen before. He did a lot of that before, but now he knows how frail a human life is, and realizes that, if he wants to be remembered, he has to stand out. So, he let his pride run wild, and decided to become what it always wanted; become a supervillain.
He's loud, boisterous, and arrogant to an unhealthy degree. He wants to be noticed by everyone around him. He want to be noticed by everyone... just so he can feel important by someone. He loves to be around people for this reason. He'll do almost anything to inflate his withered ego; scaring people being his favorite past time. He knows how unnatural he looks, and how good he is at sending chills down the backs of those with no real power. He can only do this to those people, because he actually has an inferiority complex, thanks not only to Hell, but several battles he's gotten into while he still lived.
He hates to be seen as weak, because he thinks being weak is the same as being forgettable. It's actually pretty pathetic how petty Kitai is. He so desperately wants to escape the torturous madness that plagues him, scars from the pit that will never be lost to him, that he's more than willing to simply not exist anymore, but he's still afraid to be forgotten. A sorry, paradoxical nature that clashes in his mind very often. Add to the fact that he wants to try and be a good person again, and you've got a mess that can only resolve with lots and lot of alcohol.
To put it simply, Kitai is a coward. He embodies most of the sins that he once held in contempt, shaming others for showing any amount of them. He is more likely to go to the bottle for help, than to go to someone to aid him because of his pride. He is depressed and scared to the point of suicide, and the only reason he hasn't tried is because he knows where he'll end up if he does. He wants love and attention to fill the bottomless pit in his ruined soul, but scares anyone who tries to get close away. He hates everyone, but is desperate to have them remembered. He wants to be a good person for the first time in his life, but can't get over his lest for wanton destruction and chaos. He wants everything, without giving up anything for it, making him a fool, not worth the space he takes up.]
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Fighting Style: [Kitai has two very distinct fighting styles based on how his Dark Skill works, and when he is unable to use it. While inside one of his disposable bodies, he fights with near reckless abandon after he breaks the limiter, moving like a juggernaut against just about anything in his way. In this state, he likes to use bursts of speed and strength to overwhelm enemies. With how little he cares about his body, he hopes to throw them off balance with his suicidal nature in combat, wearing them down, while he uses his huge reserves to keep fighting.
And so what if his body does die? It won't matter, as he can make more to replace the one he lost. And he can even force it to adapt to how his opponents fight. If he wants more of something, he just pours more power into the it. He feels like he can afford to be reckless, so long as he doesn't walk into blatantly obvious traps. He is slightly mindful of how much damage he takes, because not all wounds can be quickly healed, but damage to his arms and legs can be quickly undone with his regeneration.
Fighting in his created bodies is his preferred method of fighting, as he doesn't need to think too hard to do so. All he needs is a good weapon, or he can just beat whatever he doesn't like to death, it doesn't matter all that much to him, as long as he's moving how he once did when he used to be alive. The new bodies finally give him a heart beat once more, and he's finally able to feel his blood pumping in his veins at long last. He knows the feeling won't stay for long, so he uses his bodies as quickly as he can, to feel the sensation all over again.
On the other side though, if he ever finds himself without one of his bodies, his true personality shines through. He is a coward, who fears going back to that place more than anything else. He starts to pull out all his tricks, and stays as far from anyone who could be a threat to his time on Earth. At this point, he will use whatever means that he has to attack, acting more as a caster than a brawler. His soul is much weaker and slower than his bodies, and that's why he avoids not being in them.
It also has to do with how he died. He was dealt a devastating injury, that left him as a half blind cripple. The fight he had gotten in had cost him an arm and a leg, along with an eye and ear. While such injuries are temporary at best, and has gone through words things since then, he has become paranoid that something might be permanent if he lets it happen to his soul. He might act the reckless fool, but he cares deeply about living an existence with all his limbs and senses.
Kitai also loves to fight dirty, attacking from angles that opponents might not be able to see, or surprising them with attacks or abilities. He doesn't care about who it is he's fighting, or even if they can properly defend themselves. He lets his sadistic nature shine throughout fights, toying with them whenever possible. If he can burn someone alive with his abilities, he'll just stand back and watch them fry, only letting them perish once they can no longer scream.
When he attacks, he does it fast and hard, using everything he has to kill or injure those he fights, be it directly or indirectly. He'll bite and claw at enemies if he runs out of options. He'll exploit any perceived weaknesses, like attacking powerless bystanders if his opponents might go out of their way to defend them. He has no honor, no moral code, and nothing to hold him back. He will do whatever it takes to survive, including run away like a coward. He exists without shame.]
Dark Skill Appearances: [His first dark skill is his left eye. It mutated into something twisted, red bleeding into the white of it. His pupil mutated into a slit, giving it a cat-like appearance. When the dark skill is activated, it begins to ]
bleed tears of blood, as well as glow. His second Dark Skill is in his stomach. Replacing most of his gut is a giant, monstrous mouth. Huge, dagger-like ivory teeth line the opening of the mouth. He is able to use this mouth to eat, should his normal mouth no be up to the task. When this level of dark skill activate, the mouth will begin to laugh wildly.
His third level of Dark Skill is a pair of large wings protruding from his back. The wings are covered in blackened feathers, as black as ink, and look just as slimy. Each wing is about twelve feet from the tip to his back.
Dark Skill Overall Ability: [His Dark Skill revolves around Resurrection. As such, his powers are fairly passive in nature, but with broad effects. As such, his soul is extremely malleable, able to enter any gigai with ease, and even create bodies to use and hide in. His power temporarily gives him new life, and prolongs his stay outside of Hell, so long as he is in one of the bodies that he creates.]
Dark Skill Level 1 Property:] [His first level creates a body for him to enter and use as he sees fit. The physical body is different than his soul body, as it restricts a number of things he can do. The new body takes his highest spiritual stat, and uses it to fuel the physical capabilities of it. While in the bodies, the wearer's highest spiritual stat will act as if it is 50% of what it normally is.
In order to create a body, Kitai must spend 25% of his current reiatsu, but must spend at least 250 in order to use the technique. The amount of reiatsu used to create a body changes the effects. The strength and durability of the bodies is based off the amount of reiatsu Kitai is missing. For every 100 reiatsu Kitai has lost or used in the thread, will increase the durability by 10, with the starting durability being 300. Each body comes with 300 strength and speed as base with every 100 reiatsu that has been used or is missing from his max reiatsu pool increasing both the strength and speed by 5. If the user has physical stats higher than 300, the starting physical stat or stats will be changed to that higher number.
The strength of the body is a sort of false one. While the body is strong, it is merely a tool, not truly living, so to speak. While a real body would be able to handle such high strength and speed, this one is a mere tool, and all tools have a breaking point. Those wearing the body will find themselves unable to use main benefits that high physical stats would normally grant. Shockwaves and mending bones through sheer power are forever lost to the user. In fact, the body is completely unable to use any of the perks past 400, for both strength and speed, unless the wearer has those stats already without the body.
Much like a tool, once the body uses too much power, it begins to quickly decay. The max it can use in either physical stat is 300, before the untrained body breaks its limit. After that, the body is doomed to die quickly, and painfully. The body has no issues with stamina after this point, never running out after it breaks its limits, using a sort of Hysterical Strength to force itself to keep going. Normally a body can last indefinitely, but for every post Kitai pushes it to use over 300 in either physical stat, up to 500, it drains a post, while over that pushes it by two posts. The body has ten of these posts before it dies, ejecting the user of it from the maimed corpse. Number-wise, it looks like this; 0-300 costs nothing, 301-500 costs one post out of ten, 501+ takes two posts out of ten.
The creation of the body is instant, forming around Kiati if he so chooses, and can be exited at any time the wearer pleases. The only oddities that make the body stand out from normal humans is that the first stage of a Dark Skill will still shine through, and the chains on their soul will still appear on the new body, but otherwise, the body will be have an appearance of whatever Kitai wishes it to look like.
So long as the body is worn, Hell has a much harder time finding him. For every three posts that a Saika is in the body, the count on the duration of his escape will go down by one for every three posts they make. Can start a thread with a body for an additional 500 reiatsu of the base cost, without activating his dark skill. Any damage the body takes is not fully transferred to him. Damage is reduced by seventy five percent, and attacks that would kill the body will eject the soul before it can be damaged. The body cannot heal via the normal Saika regeneration, but his soul underneath is still able to. The damage done to the soul will not transfer to the body. Once he exits a body, the stats will be reset to how it was before he entered the body. After a body is destroyed, it goes onto a three post cooldown before he can create another one.]
Dark Skill Level 2 Property: [As his aspect is Resurrection, his soul is easy to change and warp. This lets him move it in ways that other souls cannot. When he reaches this level, he has the ability to, as a soul, become intangible to all things for one post. In this time, he can move at his base speed, but can't use any abilities until he regains his form. While this is primarily used to dodge, the real power is if he comes into contact with another being. This is possession. Should he make contact with someone, he is able to force himself into that person.
When he possesses someone, they pretty much become his gigai, wearing them like a suit. He has access to all their physical stats, and can even increase them, much like his level one Dark Skill, so long as he maintains a higher offensive stat than them. This possession lasts three posts, after which, the possessed feels all of whatever he did at once. Much like the first Dark Skill, he feels no stamina drain after he leaves the body. Once in a body though, the user must pay up to 500 reiatsu per post. If the possessed dies while the user is in it, they are forced back to Hell.
The opponents are able to resist this in a number of ways, however. Firstly, if they have a higher offensive stat or class, they can force him out instantly, without effort. If the two are equal, then they will fight one another for control, draining both of a great deal of their stamina, but ultimately forcing Kitai out. If they are weaker, they can still force him out, however, the cost is high. Anyone that he possesses can pay twice the reiatsu he pays to possess them. Doing this will leave his with all his stamina restored, while draining those he wore. To use this ability costs 500, and has a cooldown of five posts after either the possession ends, or he returns to a solid state. If a reiatsu attack has a higher spiritual stat, the attack can still damage him, in spite of his intangibility.
Those with strong wills are able to resist in other ways. If they have a higher strength of will than Kitai, he will be rejected, only draining the stamina from the two. If they are equal, however, the victim is able to cast out Kitai without paying reiatsu, but the drain on the stamina is intense. The stamina drain would be the equivalent of three step techs in a row, while Kitai would feel the equivalent of one. While possessing someone, he is only able to use his techniques, not the ones of those he possesses, but can still use weapon releases, like those of the Shinigami, but only if they have already released. But not their techniques.]
Dark Skill Level 3 Property: [Combining the previous two skills, his most dangerous ability gives him a body more powerful than he can maintain. He activates this by possessing something inanimate, like the ground or a building. He takes over a large area to control, and uses it to create his new form. This body is gargantuan in scale, much too large for his soul. It can look like just about anything from the nightmares of the past. Dragons, demons, stupidly large animals, he can become anything, but it will always be forty feet tall.
This body acts differently from the ones his first skill makes in a few ways. First of all, it doesn't mask his presence from Hell, if anything, it makes it stand out even more. After activating this, his remaining time is reduced to nothing, but won't drag him back until after the body dies. It is also far more durable, with a durability of his highest offensive stat. On top of that, the body has 1200 in both strength and speed, but still lacks the perks mentioned in the lvl 1 property.
The body costs 1000 reiatsu, and lasts five posts, after which, the body crumbles away into nothing, and immediately dragged back.]
Other Techniques: [Technique Name: [The Black Fog]
Class: [1]
Technique Type: [Hell Techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [Shadow]
Technique Fluff: [Those who fear the darkness are wise. Evil in its most primal form thrives in the shadows, always on the edge of the light. But while it is rare when the shadows of the underworld touch the land of the living, the results are always spoken of for generations. The Black Fog is an ability generated by those who have seen the proverbial void, and gazed into it. These people are those with hearts blacker than most, and live in perpetual chaos, misery, and hate. Those who use this technique are often those who have given up on life, and have let themselves fall into despair, or have done so at least once in their existence. This ability was made to show that, no matter how much hope there is the world, and no matter how happy the world becomes, evil will never leave the hearts of mankind, and will always linger. The darkest shadows linger behind the brightest lights.
The Black Fog is generated from the soul of the user, spilling from their chests, completely enshrouding their lower bodies in a mist of darkness at all times. From there, the fog begins to spread over the ground, seemingly consuming it, with the top of it lingering three feet above it. The Black Fog is thick to the point where no light can ever pierce it, consuming it in its entirety. The mist does more than feed off the light however. The shadows absorb all forms of energy that come into contact with it, be it heat, light, or reiatsu. Especially reiatsu.
The air above the fog is quickly drained of any lingering reiatsu, preventing anyone from creating airground platforms of any kind, as well as preventing any stepping abilities. However, those who stand in the blackened air start to suffer from the effects of this immediately. The moment anyone comes into contact with it will quickly lose their power, before fading away beneath the darkness, never to be seen again.
But this isn't what makes this ability so feared, although that is a part of it. The darkness is a sponge for souls, but it doesn't let that energy go to waste. Once it has absorbed enough souls, this ability starts to create monsters. Often titanic beings of pure hate and rage emerge from the shadows, climbing out of the nothing, existing for only destruction. The monsters can take on many forms, ranging from ogers, wolves, or even the well known dragon. These creatures stand anywhere from seven feet in height, to a towering fifty.
The being are extremely durable as well, needing the strongest of champions to slay them. The Black Fog naturally doesn't harm them, and are immune to the effects of it. No matter their shape, these creatures are only as smart as an animal, beatial in thought, maybe as smart as a lion.
All the air above the mist is stripped of reiatsu, no matter the distance. Any ability that touches the fog is absorbed, so long as the offensive stat is lower than the user's, adding the reiatsu used for the ability to the reiatsu counter.]
Technique Effects:
A Black mist spills out of the user's chest, quickly covering the ground around them, hovering two feet off the lowest surface. The Mist spreads five feet per post, times how many posts it has been active. 1 post equals five feet, 2 is ten, 3 fifteen, and so on. The air above the Black Fog cannot be used for any form of airground above it. Anyone in the fog loses 250 reiatsu per post, and loses the same amount just by touching it. Non- spiritual humans, plants, and animals die instantly when they come into contact with the fog.
Any techs used while inside the fog will charge the fog by half the amount paid for the original tech. Once the fog has collected 500 reiatsu, the user can summon a creature of the writer's choice to attack or cause general chaos. The user is also able to wait, and have the fog store its reiatsu in order to summon multiple beasts at once. The creature does not obey the caster, nor is it affected by the draining effects of the fog.
The stats of the creatures are always 800 strength, 400 speed, and 150 in all sensory stats, with 800 durability. The user is able to pay 500 in order to charge the mist. The Cost to maintain is 100 reiatsu, and is used to charge the fog. Fog lasts three posts after the user stops paying for it, and is unable to summon beasts after they stop.
How to use technique: [Mentioned above]
Technique Drawbacks: [The Black Fog, cannot be thrown around like a weapon, and will only remain on the ground, and around the user's lower body. Kicking with the fog around their legs will not drain opponents of reiatsu. The user is not immune to the draining effects of the fog, and is drained every post. Monsters will not obey anything the caster of the Fog commands of them.]
Incantation and Effect:
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [No]
Technique Name: [The Blood Pool]
Class: [1]
Technique Type: [Saika Techniques]
Usable By: [Saika]
Technique Element: [Blood]
Technique Description and Effects: [The user is able to create a pool of blood that acts much like the lava pools in Hell. Entering the pool will completely heal anyone back to 100%t, as well as extend the duration out of Hell by five posts, per post they stay inside, for Saika. Anyone that enters the pool will be rendered completely immobile for the extreme burning sensation that the pool creates, unless they have a 3 in pain tolerance, or anti-torture. Heals anyone, including enemies that dare enter. ]
How to use technique: [The user must sacrifice a limb in order to create a pool. After that, the pool takes four posts to emerge. Costs 200 to start, but nothing once it finally energes.]
Technique Drawbacks: [Stated above]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [Yes]
Technique Name: [Mark of Sin: Envy]
Class: [5]
Technique Type: [General Sinner techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [Transformation]
Technique Description and Effects: [Being stuck in the bad end of the afterlife tends to bring out of some of the more negative aspects of the soul. One of seven that can be concentrated and brought forth in a physical form. This manifests as a mark on the body. For Envy, it brands itself on the back, over the heart. When activated, the user is able to transform themselves into any other person that they know of, often someone in a position of fame or power, or someone that happens to have more than the wielder of the mark has. This isn't the rule, the user can change into anyone, but more of a guideline.]
How to use technique: [The user thinks of a person they want to be, and their body physically changes into that person, even going as far as mimicking clothing. The aura they give off is nearly identical to the original owner, but those who are familiar with the target, with 200 or more energy sensory, can tell that the user isn't who they say they are.]
Technique Drawbacks: [The user pays 100 reiatsu per post to maintain. Cannot become anything they would not normally Envy, like animals, or unsavory individuals.]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [Yes]
Technique Name: [Mark of Sin: Wrath]
Class: [2]
Technique Type: [General Sinner techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [Physical]
Technique Description and Effects: [Being stuck in the bad end of the afterlife tends to bring out of some of the more negative aspects of the soul. One of seven that can be concentrated and brought forth in a physical form. This manifests as a mark on the body. For Wrath, this mark is branded on the inside of the right forearm. When activated, the user gives into their rage and anger, showing their hate for the world. Their bodies burn with a power they normally wouldn't be able to muster up. Anything that comes into contact with their bodies at this time will be damaged and burnt from the raw power they're letting off. Even brief interactions with the user in this state can melt skin. Lasts two posts.
Their body burns with the power of their original highest offensive stat, destroying anything with less than three quarters of it, and blocking anything above that. Attacks with a higher offensive stat will be undamaged.]
How to use technique: [User gives into their emotion, becoming the embodiment of Wrath, losing the ability to strategize. Costs 250 reiatsu.]
Technique Drawbacks: [The user must give into their emotion in order to use this ability, severely limiting their ability to think coherently, let alone form strategies. They can still use abilities, but not in any tactical way. After the ability ends, the user is left fatigued, their body not able to maintain full power afterward. Physicals are halved. Cooldown, 5 posts.]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [Yes]
Technique Name: [Mark of Sin: Greed]
Class: [3]
Technique Type: [General Sinner techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [None]
Technique Description and Effects: [Being stuck in the bad end of the afterlife tends to bring out of some of the more negative aspects of the soul. One of seven that can be concentrated and brought forth in a physical form. This manifests as a mark on the body. For Greed, this mark is branded on the palm of the dominant hand of the user. Greed is a very dangerous ability for any who value their belongings. Greed lets the user take anything within their line of sight. So long as whatever they are claiming isn't alive, they can take it in an instant. For most things, this requires little energy, maybe 25 reiatsu, and can be used every post. For things with actual power however, this gets tricky.
To take something for a being with power requires actual effort on the users part. Costing 500 reiatsu, the embodiment of Greed will attempt to steal their belongings. In order to do this, they must have their original highest spiritual stat be twenty five percent higher then their victim's original highest offensive stat. The opponent can resist this if they pay twice as much reiatsu as the user did to activate this ability. This ability cannot be negated against objects with less than two classes of this technique.]
How to use technique: [The user says aloud, 'All I see is mine to claim', and whatever they look at will instantly be in their hand, and fully under the command of the user.]
Technique Drawbacks: [If Greed fails, it will go onto a three post cool down.]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Technique Name: [Cutback: Assault]
Class: [1]
Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Cutback]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [All Races]
Technique Element: [None]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
Traditional cutback is triggered by a physical strike from a spiritually inferior source. Among those with immense spiritual pressure it is a useful defense. This technique converts that same cutback into an offense. The user gathers all of their spiritual energy at their core before releasing it outward with a burst. An invisible wave bursts outward with a speed and force of 600, pushing back everything in its path. It functions like a larger Martial Discipline: Ken to all those around. The user may choose to spend an additional reiatsu to increase the range of the wave. At its lowest range, the wave will travel 200 meters in every direction. If the user doubles the cost, this range will also double to 400 meters in every direction. But get this. If the cost is TRIPLED, the radius will also triple to a whopping 800 meters.
However, the real effect of the technique only kicks in when the wave makes contact with any individual. If the difference in spiritual pressure between the user and target is great enough, this technique will automatically inflict the same damage they would face had they triggered cutback. This property is what makes Cutback: Assault truly deadly.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]
Charge reiatsu and release it.
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
This technique costs 300 reiatsu to use, and it must be mastered before employed in battle. It may only be activated once every 3 posts, and while it’s on cooldown, the user loses access to natural cutback. However, that is hardly the most serious drawback. As this technique causes the sudden output of such a large amount of energy, it puts a heavy strain on the body, worsening all injuries the user suffered prior to activation. When used the first time, if the user has any deep lacerations or stab injuries, they will begin to bleed profusely, giving them 5 posts before they lose consciousness. When used the second time, even if the user only had thin cuts, these will widen and deepen as blood rapidly escapes them, giving the user 5 posts before they pass out from blood loss. After employed a third time, even if the user is completely unharmed, their nose and eyes will begin bleeding. In fact, their internal organs would be struggling to function as the strain of a third Cutback: Assault also caused them hemorrhage. The internal bleeding would cause the user to pass out in 5 posts after activating the technique.
Made By: Douma
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]
Technique Name: [Dark Fullbring: Soul Decay]
Class: [3]
Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hell Technique]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Saika]
Technique Element: [Varies]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Insert Below]
While Fullbringers have an innate control and command over Souls, Saika have an understanding of Hell that no human could begin to understand. As a result, when Saika exert control over Souls using their Dark Fullbring, they can achieve results that Fullbringers would tremble in fear at. This technique is the first in a set of techniques that employs Dark Fullbring to deliver fearsome results.
Soul Decay allows Saika to simply extinguish elemental Souls with sheer force of will. While a Fullbringer might be able to extinguish a flame or stop wind from blowing, Saika can start to destroy the air around them, erode the ground itself, and poison the water they touch. An element that the Saika exerts Soul Decay over will take on the aspect of “death and decay”. Plants will look sickly as they shrivel and die, the ground will blacken before flaking away, etc.
At Learned, this technique can only be used on solid elements such as earth and plants. For a cost of 200 reiatsu, they can decay a 2 foot by 2 foot radius per use of the technique.
At Proficient, this technique is capable of being used on double the size of solid elements for the same reiatsu cost and can also be used on “fluid” elements such as air and water. These elements become poisonous, and while not lethal, can induce flu like symptoms for ingesting/inhaling. A 1 foot by 1 foot radius is decayed for a cost of 200 reiatsu each use of this technique.
At Mastered, this technique is again doubled in size for solid elements and fluid elements, reaching a size of 8 feet by 8 feet for solid elements and 2 feet by 2 feet for liquid elements. It can also decay Fire into Hellfire, which burns substances that are not flammable by normal fire. This costs 200 reiatsu and lasts for a single post per use of the technique, after which the Fire dissipates from the decay.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]
Exert Dark Fullbring over elements to Decay them.
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
Reiatsu cost. This cannot be performed on enemy techniques or personal objects without 2x superiority, unlike basic Soul Command which just needs superiority, due to the greater control necessary to Decay the soul.
Made By: Kyomei
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]
Technique Name: [Bringer Dark]
Class: [3]
Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hell Technique]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Saika, Nakabakki]
Technique Element: [Hellfire]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Insert Below]
Bringer Dark is the Hellish side of Bringer Light. It takes its origins in the Saika’s Dark Skill, which is like an Evil Fullbring. While Saika are capable of learning Bringer Light, it is not the best step technique that they are capable of learning. Bringer Dark starts as a 10x step speed for 50 reiatsu, then increases the same way Bringer Light does. The second step is a 13x increase, and costs 100 Reiatsu. The third step is a 15x increase, and costs 200 Reiatsu. From there, the cost doubles with each additional step, and the speed increase goes up by 1 time. Meaning the fourth step is 16x and 400 Reiatsu and the fifth is 17x and 800 Reiatsu. Bringer Dark is inferior to Bringer Light, in that it cannot go above the 5th step.
However, unlike Bringer Light, Bringer Dark does not leave a column of light where they used to be. Instead, it leaves an explosive force of Hellfire. Hellfire burns black, and burns even substances that are usually nonflammable, such as stone and even water. Anything of inferior offensive stat within a 1 foot radius of the step will be set ablaze. For every incremental step, the range of the fire also increases by 50%.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]
Concentrate reiatsu in the feet, remember Hell, and step.
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
While Nakabakki are capable of learning any step technique, in order to learn this one they must have visited Hell in the past or be taught this technique by a Saika.
Stepping more than 3 times consecutively using Bringer Dark will start to cause the user’s feet to blister and burn. Beyond 5 times total in a thread, without healing, the user will develop painful burns on the feet which will only get worse with more uses.
Made By: Kyomei
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]]
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Birthplace: [New York, America]
Current Residence: [None]
Memorable Figures: ["I remember when I taught him. Trained with him. Got him a job. In spite of our differences, I thought he might have been someone I could have called... a friend. Perhaps that was why he knew to kill me when I grew weak. He knew I would have destroyed them all. But he got sloppy. Now... I'm back.
"I could never forget all the things Kazura Uzaki did for me towards the end of my life. He gave me a job, and even shelter when I had started living as a vagabond. Working at his company were some of the best years of my life, second only to living with my father. But he is weak. He has the drive to take him far, but his ideals are the only reason he'll die a pathetic death."
"I once met a man named Himitsu. I lost to him. He shall suffer greatly."
"And to the single Quincy woman I met, that caused the events that lead to the my death; when I find you, I will savor every last ounce of pain I squeeze out of you."]
History: ["My only regret, is that I didn't take the world down with me." Those where my final words, spiting the world with all my hate and rage. Anything more was lost, and I was consumed entirely by the cero of my former student. Now, I wasn't expecting a lot in death, but I had at least hoped that a giant laser blast would be relatively painless, flash frying my nervous system before I could actually feel the pain. If this had been something natural, that would have been the case, and I would have escaped the pain of the execution.
Unfortunately for me, and isn't that always the case, this was not a normal laser. This was something that attacked your soul, burning you on a level where your body can't ignore it. My mind was assaulted with a pain I had never experienced before, tearing me apart, tearing my soul apart. I tried to scream, to move, to do anything, but my body refused to respond, forcing me to endure, until it finally ended. The entire thing lasted maybe three seconds, but it felt so much longer. Now, this is the part where most people just cease to be, letting them finally stop.
And I could feel it, feel myself slip away into non-existence, coming so close to finally being able to just die... but, then again, I never got the easy way, did I? No, right before the shattered pieces of my soul could fade away, they were violently grabbed, before being crushed back together into shape. It was then that I started to feel again. And the first thing I felt... was burning. It felt like I was being cooked, baked, roasted back into a soul again, and it was none too pleasant. And that's how I existed, more or less, for who knows how long.
It was some time before I started to feel other things. My body formed slowly. First was my head, causing me to scream once it returned. My body came next, followed slowly by my arms, which I used to try and escape the pain. I was in some sort of thick liquid, but that was all I could really guess about it. I started swimming up, trying to find the surface to free myself. It took a long time, but I somehow managed it. Once I reached air, it opened a whole new world of pain for me. The air was colder than ice, causing me to scream louder. Still, I pressed on, and managed to get to something solid to pull myself out.
The liquid, which I could now see was f$%king lava, still clung to me like oil, burning me still. I tried the best I could to wipe it off, not questioning why I wasn't dead a dozen times over from this, before the freezing air turned it to rock. For most, this would be an issue, but I was strong enough to simply break it away. I was tired, but I forced myself to look around. I was in a cave of some sort, filled with many pools of lava, much like the one I just crawled out of. Thankfully though, there wasn't anything moving, so I let myself relax, and I sat down.
Before I knew it, I was covered in clothing. Blinking, knowing for certain I was nude just a moment ago, I inspected the fabric that now hugged my form. It was an off-white color, more akin to grey if I was being honest. It was made of a course material, and chafed in many places. It was like it was meant to be as painful to wear as possible. "Screw that." I said to myself, and chucked the top off, content with just staying naked if this was the only other option. Sadly, it turned out to be a fruitless gesture, because as soon as it hit the lava that I threw it into, it reappeared on me. Covered in lava.
I screamed it shock, and then in pain, as I quickly removed it again, and beat the molten rock off of it. Tossing it onto the ground, I watched as it turned to shadow, quickly wrapping around me once more. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I ignored it for now, and decided to check if there was anything else wrong with me. And as it turns out, there was! Before I died, I had lost most of the left side of my body from that whore Quincy, including my arm, leg and eye. Now? Now I find they've all been returned to me. They were basically one gigantic burn scar, but still, I had them again.
There was also something around my wrists and ankles, biting painfully into my skin. They were manacles, with about ten inch long chain links attached to each one. The metal was black, blacker than any black I had ever seen in my life. It was haunting, to be honest. It was like the abyss decided to clamp onto me, and refused to let go. I held the one on my right arm over the lava, to try and see if it was just from the lack of light in the cave. I expected the orange-red lava to change something about it, but no. It was as if the metal was soaking in the light, refusing to let anything change its appearance.
"Okay, let's see how you like death!" I told it gleefully, slamming my charred left hand into it. There was a booming noise as my fist impacted it... only for nothing to happen to it. In fact, I had only hurt myself for the action, making me flinch a bit. If it could withstand my strength and not even dent, I doubted it would be worth it to keep trying. Growling to myself, I decided I stayed here long enough. Climbing to my feet, which were bare, the sadistic clothing not even giving me any footwear, I tried to guess which was was the right way out.
There was no indication of where the exit was, so I just started walking along the inadvertent path that the lava pools made. You would think with all this lava being in a cave, the air would be sweltering, burning you just for being near it. "But noooo, for some reason it's cold as f#*k in here..." I said to myself as my body started to grow numb. The air was just above freezing, making the floor painful to walk on, especially when I stepped on the occasional rock. Whoever designed this place was as sadistic as they were brilliant. The lava was too hot to use to get away from the cold, and if you fell asleep, you'd freeze to death.
After another hour of grumbling and walking, I finally got fed up with this place. "OKAY, SCREW THIS S#*T!" I roared, sick and tired of being cold, being in these stupid magic clothing, and not being able to break these chains. I'm still incredibly strong, and I wouldn't let something like rock get in my way. I crouched low, before springing back up. I still had all the strength of a Berserker, so when I slammed my fist into the ceiling, the result was to be expected. I flew through the rock and stone with ease. There was a lot more shards then I was expecting, but flexing kept them from actually breaking my skin.
But even with this method, it took twenty more minutes before I managed to reach the surface. My body exploded through the floor, propelling me twenty feet into the air, giving me a good look of the area. There was... a lot of sand. I had been under a desert that whole time? "What the f#*k...?" Landing on the ground, I immediately flinched, before falling to my knees. The sand... it wasn't sand. Shards of bone, so numerous, that they gave off the illusion of sand. I started to pluck the bone out of my feet, not expecting the assault on my feet. As I was in the middle of doing that however, I had managed to grab the attention of something else.
I was only half way done, when I felt a shift in the 'sand' behind me. And in front... In fact, all the sand around me was trembling from something. Large teeth started popping out of the bone shards, each were around four feet tall, and about twenty feet away from me, with me being in the center of them all. My eyes grew wide, as I only realized too late what was going on. Slamming the bones out of my feet, a painful but necessary choice, I tried to get away, but was unable. The ground exploded, as something larger than I've ever seen before tried to swallow me whole. And then I started falling.
"SH****************T!" I cried out, as I dropped into the gullet of the massive beast. I wasn't going to let it end like this though. Clapping my hands together, I created a shockwave inside the monster, making the creature roar in pain. I rode the explosion, forcing my body to impact the side of what I assumed was its throat, nearly knocking the wind out of me. It was sharp, covered in rows of what felt like teeth. My body flexed, as I grabbed one of them with my burnt hand. I used it as leverage, swinging myself around, I let out a yell, as I used all my strength to punch the animal who dared try and eat me.
I had expected my hand to tear a hole through it, but it seemed that it was more resilient than I had expected. It howled in pain, letting out a blast of air. Not wasting the opportunity, I used it to fly out of the creature. I flew out with a great deal more force than I thought the beast capable, but I was free regardless. I had managed to get a good look at the thing that ate me, and somehow, my confusion grew to new heights. What I saw was a massive white worm, hundred of feet in length, so massive that I couldn't see all of it, before it returned to the sands. "...Where the f#*k am I?" I said, as I soared through the air.
I tried to create a platform to stop my descent to the ground, but for some reason it wasn't responding to me. I cursed to myself, as I prepared to hit the ground hard. When I finally touched down, my impact caused the sand to crater, blowing millions of bone shards away from me. Not my smartest move, as I essentially created a fifty foot pit for myself try and climb out of. Sighing heavily, I leapt, easily exiting the hole, before jumping again to avoid falling back in. I tried to find something that resembled a landmark, trying to find a way back to Russia, or at least out of the desert of bone.
But the more I saw, the less I felt I was even on Earth anymore. There was nothing but this stupid bone sand for miles, and the occasional lava pit for seemingly no reason. Still didn't understand what those were for, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I had been jumping around for an hour now, and there was no signs of civilization, and I was starting to get hungry, on top of being thirsty. I landed on the ground with a lot less power, and decided to start walking to save energy. I needed to find something soon, or things were going to get really bad.
Sadly though, my luck was only getting worse. Not even a minute after I touched down, the sands have started shifting again. It might have been sheer arrogance on my part, but I decided not to move, not fearing the giant worm, knowing that I could hurt it with relative ease. Oh how foolish I was. The sand shifted and fell away, turning the white sand black, confusing me for a moment, before I realized that it was bugs. Hundreds of thousands of little black beetles, crawling out of the ground. By the time that I registered that these things were a threat, it was already too late.
My eyes widened, seeing that all of them were swarming towards me. I laughed at the insects, not thinking anything of them, before I gave them a round of applause. Bringing my hands together created a shockwave over the area. At the time, I had thought they'd either explode, or be thrown away like the bugs that they were. Neither of those things happened. The bugs hissed and paused their charge in response, but shrugged off my shockwave like it was nothing. I hesitated, and that was all that they needed. Some of them got onto me, causing me to panic. Brute force had been my way of life, and the fact that it didn't work scared me.
I made another shockwave, but it only slowed them this time. I started swatting at them, slamming my open hand onto them, creating shockwaves on my own body to try and kill them. It didn't work. And that's when I started yelling out. "Get off you pieces of s#*t!" More claps of thunder, but nothing was stopping them. Then the pain started. "No! NO, GET OFF ME! I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" My yells turned to screams of pain. My voice cracked, as I tried in vain to save myself from death by scarab. It didn't work... There are is no escape from the terrors of the desert. That was the second time I died, and nowhere near the last...
I woke up with a gasp, before I started to drown on lava again. I panicked, much like the last time, and started to swim towards what I felt was the surface. Once I broke through the top, I began vomiting the lava that got down my throat, choking on the molten rock. I climbed out of it with some airground, looking around. I wasn't in a cave this time, now surrounded by millions of bones, more than I could even begin to try and count. It a sea of the dead, and I was in the middle of it. What a foreboding senario. I could feel my own bones creak in protest, as I stood to my full height.
It seems that the damage I took when I died vanished after the fact. It was both a blessing, and a curse. Still, I wasn't complaining. If I had to take a lava dip every time I died, but came back fresh as a f#cked up daisy, then whatever! Still, now I needed to figure out where this place was. I leapt, flying over all of the remains, trying to avoid anything hiding under all of the corpses. "HA! Try and get me up here you worm f#cks!" I taunted everything below me, tempting anything below to attack. It was almost euphoric, thinking that you were basically immortal.
As it turned out, there was something hiding amidst the dead, as I noticed as soon as I landed. I don't know why I thought I would land on top of the bones, sheer arrogance probably, but I tried to land with a shockwave. It failed, and I practically flew through the endless pile of bone. It pissed my off, and I started to struggle. I thrashed, and tried to use airground to propel myself out, but I was being held down by something. Suddenly, dozens of skulls shifted towards me, once empty eye sockets now glowing with unholy flames. I fought harder, but now skeletal fingers were tearing at my flesh, ripping it from my body.
The skulls started to consume whatever it tore away, and I was soon left as nothing more than another skeleton for the pile...
And then I woke up drowning in lava.
It's been months since then. I woke up again, ignoring the pain of the lava, flying out of the pool with practiced ease. I couldn't tell you how many times I've died since then, but I've been dying constantly every few minutes. If I had to guess, I'd put my death counter near a thousand. There wasn't a single thing in this blasted place that wasn't trying to kill you. The ground wanted you dead, the air wanted you dead, anything I could even remotely call 'alive' wanted me dead, or as a torture doll. Rocks, water, plants, everything attacked me with the fervor of a thousand hollows, and had no regard for its own existence.
I had just died to some sonofa b#tch, who decided I would look better with a rock in my face. It had taken a few hundred tries, but I eventually learned how to 'wake up' in lava pools where I wanted to be at. Now I was rushing back towards the scaly f#ck who killed me! The b@stered was eating my corpse, obviously starving, cause there was no other food in this d@mn place! He was too distracted with eating me, so I took him by surprise when I landed on his back. I tried to rip his arms off to beat him to death with them.. but I could feel my body falter.
Something was wrong. He threw me off rather easily, before turning around and attacking me again. I screamed in a rage, as I felt my formerly destroyed eye burn in pain. The other denizen didn't care, as he started wailing on me. But every puch, clawing, and bite he inflicted on me felt... numb. I pushed his skinny a$$ off me. I roared in anger, and returned the favor tenfold. I started laughing, as I sadistically broke him, tortured him, before crushing his skull like he did to me. I felt amazing! Something was happening to me, and I loved it!
My thoughts were becoming cloudy, but that was fine, what good did they do me? I ripped a chunk of brain from out of his skull, and started to eat it. I was getting dizzy... Oh what was going on? Before I could question further, a felt something slam onto the purple dirt behind me. I didn't bother to look, as I dashed froward. I didn't know what it was, only that it was trying to kill me. And I was right... but I didn't know the scale of what exactly it was that wanted me dead now. Everything was a rushed haze for me... I could feel myself slipping away... the grasp on my sanity was waning. Perhaps that was how the giant fist caught me, despite it all.
I screamed in frustration and rage, as the new monster started crushing me to death. It brought me up to eye level, wanting to look me in the eye before it killed me. The thing was hideous. It had an elongated skull for a face, with fire burning in otherwise empty sockets. Meaty purple arms were attached to a ribcage full of more muscle. Its spine was exaggeratedly long, and had two stubby legs at the end of it. It stared at me, as if I was just another bug it caught. It pissed me off. If the freak wanted me to beg, it was in for a rude awakening. I spit at it, a bloody glob landing in its 'eye'. It crushed me immediately after, before somehow consuming me.
I woke up seconds later, my recovery time getting better with each death, before leaping out of another pool. I was back in the caves again, as frigid as they were. My body struggled to get out of the lava. Something was wrong. I clutched my face, or more specifically, my eye. My left eye was burning with a new power. It hurt. I curled into a ball on the freezing ground from the agony. "What's going on?" I said, my voice coming out as a miserable whimper. This was on a whole 'nother level of torture. Like my eye was trying to climb out of my skull.
I was in the middle of trying to stand up, when all of my chains started to glow, almost ethereal, before I was jerked back towards the pool. An interesting fact about the pools, coming out of them might leave you uninjured, but going back into one after you got out and it acted like normal lava. I screamed through the magma, drowning yet again. But... I didn't die this time? My head was still swimming, and having a new haze of pain was making it worse. I could barely tell what was going on anymore, but I knew that I had been pulled through another pool. Something giant was holding my chains. Then it ate me.
What was going on? I couldn't tell anymore. Everything passed me by in a blur now. I could make out shapes, but nothing concrete. I was dying more often now. Something kept killing me over and over. I was resurrecting too fast. I was done reforming the moment I died up there. Whenever I tried to get away to try and clear my head, I was yanked back. It was killing me over, and over, and over, and over, and.... what was happening? Was this normal? Am I still alive? What even is death? I could feel my bones crunch for the thousandth time, so I guess I was still being eaten.
The pain... I no longer felt it. I was in a perpetual state of dying. This thing wouldn't let me go, maybe I'd done something to piss it off? I couldn't remember anymore. There was pain, I was sure of it, but for the death of me, I couldn't feel it. Everything just felt numb to me at this point. I tired to move something, a spark of feeling returning. It was quickly crushed, as teeth broke it back down. I tried moving again though, meeting a similar result. But I kept trying. Again, and again, and again. I didn't have anything to lose at this point, so I might as well.
I don't know how much time passed, but eventually the crunching stopped. I was under something liquid again, but for some reason, I just laid there. I wasn't pulled away like the other times. I guess it got bored. So I just stayed under the liquid. It burned, but... I didn't really care. I couldn't shake off the numbed feeling. I tried to move again. My limbs were jerky, spasms racked my body for a long while. Or was it a short while? I couldn't tell anymore. Did it even matter? I guess it didn't. Control returned to my limbs, and I tried to get out of the burning liquid.
I got out, but I couldn't tell where I was. Was I crazy? Who could even tell anymore? The world rushed by, as I just stood outside the lava. Nothing was trying to kill me? Was I still alive? I didn't know. I would never know. Who was I again? I was somebody? I started to look around. Everything started to take focus again. There was so much pain, but did it matter anymore? My skin was pale white, or, at least my hands were. My stomach was... a mouth, I guess? I could faintly feel something on my back. I tried to move them forward. Black wings? Did I always have those?
...No. What was going on? I fell to my knees, as I grasped my head. The fog in my mind was dissipating, but by no means gone. What was going on? Nothing made sense anymore. Why was I here? I had to escape, but where was the exit. I knew enough about the spiritual worlds that there was always a way to escape. I couldn't tell where I was, I was still too dazed, but I started flying up. It didn't matter what was above me, I just had to keep ascending. Further and further up I went. Bleak landscape after bleak landscape passed me by, showing me how desolate and barren this place was, perfect for crushing spirits into nothing.
I continued for days, seeing thousands of lost souls, wandering and surviving anyway they could. It was depressing. I spied more of those giant sull creatures in the distance, but I was ignored for closer prey. The higher up I got, the more people, actual people, I began to see. It seems that screwing around in the lowest levels gets you less human demons. Then, off in the distance, I see a glowing red... thing. I flew over, to find three people in weird cloaks and masks. One was monologing to the other two about something, I didn't care what, as I jumped the three of them, killing them before they could escape. Seeing as I was pretty much naked, I stole their clothes, and jumped through the red portal.
-Opening-
Discord/Chatango Username: [Ddsoul]
Password 1: [Rock Baby Boomer]
Password 2: [Aevus]
Type: [Lunatic]
Affiliation: [Merc]
Rank: [2]
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-Basic Information-
Name: [Kitai Yoru]
Age of Death/Damnation: [23]
Age:: [24]
Birthday (Month/Day): [7/2]
Blood Type: [AB]
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: [7/180]
Physical Description:
An albino with muted white hair, with the ends of his hair fading into an ivory color. In life, his hair was wild and out of control, covering most of his face from view, as well as having many spiky split ends. His hair used to look simultaneously well maintained, and uncared for at the same time. As it is now though, tells a much different story. His hair has lost the spark of life it once had, long locks now hanging limp, like it died along with him. It is still reaches an unnatural length, reaching all the way to his lower back, but it has changed drastically.
He also no longer has it hide his face like he once did. Now he wants to be remembered, and a face makes a person far more noticeable. Where he used to wear a constant grin, splitting his face with teeth, he's since learned that it never had the intended effect on people. One cannot make people fear you from appearances alone. Now, while he still enjoys wearing that nightmarish smile, he saves it for when he's actually doing something he enjoys. Like spreading death and chaos. He smiles a lot when he gets to do that.
Due to a factor of things, his eyes a deep crimson. Aside from the color, his right eye is like that of a normal human, nothing really different. His left eye is the weird one. Completely lacking in any white, it is something one would only imagine belonging to a demon. His gaze is set in a perpetual glare, looking at all he sees with hate. Occasionally his eyes gain a touch of the madness he once reveled in, but those days of drowning himself in insanity are long behind him. He has been forced to move forward in his existence, and cannot stand still anymore, as much as it displeases him.
The former madman was blessed with an overwhelming stature, standing higher than nearly all, at an overwhelming height of seven foot one. In spite of his height, his frame is not as large. In fact, his body is more lithe in nature, cursing him with thin, bony arms and legs. The skin of his body hugs his bones in a near unsightly manner, making him look dreadfully unhealthy, on top of the pale white color he naturally has. His body is covered in scars, both from his time alive, and from his extended 'vacation' in the underworld.
Thanks to a certain whore Quincy who shall not be named, the entire left side of Kitai is a burnt hunk of crap, charred black, right down to the bone, leaving the two limbs look more fitting on a zombie than an actual human being. His face is two-faced, with one side normal, while the other is painful to even look at. Crusty, disfigured, and more or less dead. He has plenty of other scars though, not that he's proud of any of them. Each one brings him a great deal of shame. A cut across the middle of his nose after fighting a particularly suicidal Hellhound.
One of the more unfortunate parts of not being able to stay dead, is that you get some really nasty looking scars. Things that look like they'd clearly kill someone stick around, since no one bothers to heal you down there. Dozens of stab wounds litter his torso, reaching through the back. Whip scars cover his back from those who've given into the hate. His right arm and leg look relatively normal, but only because they regenerate. In total, if he were to ever take off his shirt, someone would probably call the a ambulance for him, he's so disfigured.
On top of all that, his gut is missing. He has no stomach, midriff, or any other word for abs. In place of that, is a giant mouth, set in a permanent, lipless grin. The top 'jaw' has eight massive, dagger-like teeth, while the bottom has seven. These teeth are a dirty, worn out bone color, and each are seven inches long. The fun part of this second mouth, is that he can actually use it to eat and talk from it. It sounds like a graveyard of frogs, but it's still speech! At the back of the mouth is a haunting purple light, that burns like an unholy fire for all those who see it.
On his back are two large wings. They're charred black, burnt with the ambations he held so dearly in life, signifying his fall from whatever grace he thought he once possessed. Unlike SOME being spawned from the netherworld, they aren't true black, and reflect light like anything else normally would. They're large, more than large enough to let him fly. Each twelve feet from tip to back, covered in feathers, instead of reptilian scales like most demons have.
He has several outfits that he prefers to wear, as well as one he has little choice to go around in. His most hated outfit is his his mask and cloak that he uses to hide from Hell. It's a simple thing, basically little more than a black cloak covering his body completely, as well as a white mask, with two angry eye holes, and a toothy smile painted on with something red. He hates wearing it, because you can't really recognise him with it on. How would you be able to tell the difference between him, and any other Saiki if he was wearing only that? He needs more to stand out.
His more worn outfit is a fancy thing, making him look very expensive. Since he's come back from the land of the dead, Kitai has had enough with the rough, dashing rogue look that had going for him before, and now wants to only experience the finer things in life, and naturally that includes only wearing clothing of the highest caliber. A black top hat replaced his old white one, suiting him more now. His black straight jacket is gone, instead going with only a silky black button up dress shirt. Along with this, he wears pure white pants, with equally white dress shoes.
One of his lesser worn outfits is a blast from his past, and a recreation of the clothing he was murdered in. A black straight jacket, cut to only reach his waist, done in such a way that the edges have a torn look to them, with a white dress shirt underneath. Wearing a black top hat atop his head, because it's the best kind of hat, duh, gives him a more regal look to counterbalance his jacket. He also wears black cargo pants with black steel-tipped combat boots, to just make him look like he threw on anything he could find in his closet.
His last, and least worn outfit, is when he just wants to go around and utterly screw with people, because why not. If you wanted to see any more of a stereotypical demon suit, then good luck with that. Black fedora atop his head, with black dress shirt, black overcoat, black pants, and shoes, coupled with a red tie and sunglasses, he looks ready to make a deal with someone. This is purely for the giggles, and he realizes the irony when he puts it on. Heck, he even ponytails his hair into a braid when he goes around dressed like this. He doesn't wear it much, because he hates being reminded of what he really is.
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-Personality-
Dislikes: [1. He's tormented with the sins of his life. Every day, of every hour, of every minute and second, he is reminded what he once was, and all he had failed to achieve in his existence. And he shall make all suffer for it.
2. He hates being out in the sun. It's too bright, and tends to burn him. He suffers enough from burns and heat as it is.
3. The tiny sugary garbage known as candy. How someone can stand something that sweet is beyond him.
4. One of the many things he never got to have in life, was a happy family's. He dislikes them purely out of envy.
5. He doesn't like animals because they like to annoy him, either by growling, hissing, cawing, or making any angry sound to remind him of what he is, they also attack him more often than not
6. He has a bad personal history with thieves. After a fateful night as a child, they stole his parents, and days later, his extended family revealed their true colors, and stole everything else from him.
7. The number 6, and any other number with a 6 in it. It reminds him of that number. He doesn't need to be reminded more of those anymore.
8. Rapists are repulsive beings that can't control their lust. Weak fools.
9. Driving safely is too mundane. He needs chaos to get through the day, and he has no time to be sitting around behind the wheel of a metal death machine.
10. Being alone. He hates loneliness so much. He just wants companionship to fight off his empty life.
11. Smug and prideful people. They think they've done anything to earn that agaronce, but forget that it will lead them to nothing but ruin.
12. Idiots who can't show their love the person they like! It's like, come on! He hates when he has to leave them alone or ignore them. When he gets his hands on one or more of these people, he can't help but try and slap some sense into these morons. You only have so much time! Stop pussfooting around and kiss already!
13. He is one of the embodiments of Sin, rules are something he loathes with a passion.
14. Those in power who are disconnected from the world, and those 'beneath' them. How repulsive, to forget what the end of that road leads to.
15. He hates being controlled. So much so, that he refuses to form attachments to anything, just so there is nothing anyone can use against him.
16. He used to enjoy eating hollows, a snack he sought out often. But he's long since learned the consequences of his actions. The erosion and destruction of his soul scarred him in ways that could not be expected.
17. If you value your life, don't comment on his scars.]
Likes: [1. He has gone a long time without food, so whenever he gets food, he eats like a glutton, not stopping until he runs out. Sometimes not even then.
2. Any alcohol is his his favorite drink. He needs something to numb the pain of existence. He manages to trick himself that it'll help. It never does.
3. He lives to break as many rules as he can, no matter what they are. He hates being restricted my anything, so he tells the world to suffer for his existence.
4. Laughing. He loves to laugh. It makes him think he's happy when he laughs, no matter how pitiful his existence is.
5. He loves to pray. It's something he does daily, many times a day in fact. He prays to finally die, or to be free from his suffering. And he'll keep doing it. No matter how much he knows he won't get it.
6. His lucky number is seven. He likes it.
7. Even though he's trying to change, he is still quite sadistic. He enjoys watching others suffer. He wants them to know his pain, the pain of a life not worth living, and the pain of being burned into blissful non-existence, only to be brought back through fire and brimstone. He tries to hold back, but sometimes he slips.
8. Confusing others is so satisfying. Just another way to irritate others.
9. Even with his struggle to change, he still is mischievous by nature. He loves screwing with people, and playing pranks.
10. Crashing vehicles is so much fun. Making trouble has never been easier with all this new technology.
11. Creating things by my own design, and not that of anyone else, is a marvelous feeling. He enjoys building, and trying to help others with them.
12. Reviving a gift is... a foreign thought. He never expects to receive anything aside from hate and pain. It's to be expected, seeing as how hateful a person he is.
13. He has long forgotten the warm feeling one gets after seeing a genuine smile on someone's face, after you've helped them though something they needed. How far had he fallen, to forget that? How far gone was he to remember the teachings of his father?]
Flaws: [1. What's his flaws? It would be easier to say what was right about him than wrong with him.
2. Trying to be a good person is hard, but he's trying his hardest. He does his best not to kill people, for good reasons now.
3. He doesn't like to focus any anything particular, giving him the appearance of being scatterbrained. He goes through life without anything to motivate him, so he just goes to whatever the most interesting thing in the area is, and has fun with it.
4. He is an albino. Now, while one shouldn't think that one's skin is a flaw, this is a special case. Kitai's skin is so pale, that even a few minutes in the sun will give him horrible burns. This is the reason he wears so much.
5. Kitai has become far too used to pain and suffering during his stay in Hell. Depending on the injury, he might not notice he's hurt until some time later.
6. He takes extreme pleasure in causing pain to others, especially on weak opponents.
7. Do not let him drive. If you like everything being in one piece. Do. Not. Let. Him. Drive. ANYTHING!
8. He is very annoying, and takes extreme pleasure in being so.
9. Doesn't play well with others. It can be almost impossible to work with him, unless you are trying to protect something with him, or trying to get something he wants.
10. He spreads chaos in whatever way he can, flocking towards large groups of people to get the most for as little effort he can put out. Whether he does so intentionally or not is a different matter entirely.
11. Kitai has gained a sort of ptsd from the torture and constant combat while dead. If someone mentions Hell, it is very likely to set him off into a violent rampage, have him run away from whatever situation he's in, or have him just break down.
12. For someone who likes to cause chaos and insanity, he tries to avoid confrontations with stronger people. He enjoys fighting, but he doesn't want to risk the chance to lose time out of that nightmare, so even if he does fight, he tries to end it as fast as he can. If he's forced to release though, all bets are off.
13. Looks for opportunities to do good deeds. He still thinks there's a way to break his chains by changing, it's almost sad.]
Habits: [1. Laughing. He laughs all the time. Normally it's only light chuckling, but when he's hurting someone or fighting, those chuckles turn into insane crackles.
2. Innuendos. He speaks in them very often. They are mainly about his cannon and sword, but he'll make a random one if he gets the chance. He also claims not to know what an innuendo is.
3. He likes to eat a lot. So much so, that he distracts himself while eating, or starts attacking other people for more.
4. Going for walks. He goes for walks, just so someone can confront him for some reason or another. Mainly the cannon on his back. He then starts shooting the ones who confront him.
5. Whistling. For some reason, some strange reason, this man can whistle without the need of his lips. So he whistles, randomly, when he wants to.
6. He tries to never give out his real name. He gives out random fake names to anyone who asks.
9. He often goes around the darkest, shadiest places he can find when he gets bored. He calls it 'hunting the scum of the earth', and lets just say that you don't want him hunting you.
10. Pretending to be insane. He goes around tricking people into thinking he has more than a few screws loose.]
Fears: [1. Getting caught by those demons. If they... no, more like when, they catch him, because it's inevitable in that place, they torture him. They take him, and torture him in ways that he could only dream of doing to others. He can never get used to the pain either. They're too good at torture. He fears that they might someday break him in a way that he can't mentally recover from.
2. He is afraid that he'll never die, that, his tormented life and death will go on forever. He fears the pain will never end, that he won't ever stop suffering for the crimes done to him in life.
3. Being alone is probably his greatest fear. He's been through more methods of torture than he can possibly count at the hands of those demons, but there was one that rattled his very being. They locked him away, in some dark place, and did nothing. For days, he just stayed there, unable to do anything. He starved to death many times, before he managed to escape, but the mind numbing feeling of loneliness... It was more than enough for him to kno0w that he can never let those demons get him again.
4. He doesn't want to be ignored or forgotten. He's been ignored and abused most of his childhood, and anyone who ever cared for him died. Now he's alone. It frightens him, that he'd die alone. That, he'd be isolated forever... with no one but himself.]
Goals: [1. He has long since stopped caring about good and evil, and only seeks self pleasure. His goal is to find something entertaining to do each day, and enjoy it. A simple and easy goal.
2. Find the man that killed him, and... he... doesn't know. He wants to say that he'll drag him into Hell to make him suffer like he did... and he knows that it would be incredibly satisfying to do that... but he knows what that suffering is like. He wants to change, not continue on as something little better than a demon. But he needs to confront him regardless. He needs it.
3. Get filthy stinkin rich! What better way to enjoy life like a lazy slob, than to have more money than any anyone else? Kitai likes to have things, and money is the best way to get things, without having the cops constantly on your back, and killing them is something he's trying to not do. Win win, right?
4. Should be pretty obvious to anyone who knows what he is, but, get these f#king chains off. He's tried to cut them, smash them, break them, burn them, destroy them, but nothing even manages to even scratch them. Heck, he even ripped off his arms and legs to try and get them off him. Sadly, the limbs grew back with the chains attached. He figures that, if he can be a good person, he might be able to remove them, or that they'll fall off on their own.
5. To be remembered. So long as someone remembers him, he won't ever truly die. He just needs to be worth remembering, and maybe someone will care enough not to forget him again...]
Alignment: [Chaotic Evil]
Aspect of Hell: [Resurrection]
Overall Personality: [Kitai has never been the most mentally stable of individuals, even when he was alive. At one point, he used to have multiple personalities in his head thanks to his soul baring heavy amounts of damage, fracturing it into smaller pieces. Thanks to a second accident caused by a Shinigami, he lost even more, leaving him half the man he could have been. Thanks to the soul forges in Hell though, the remaining chunks of his soul have been fused back into one being, leaving him alone in his head once more.
Still, from all the torture, his insanity persists, keeping him from being normal. He constantly deflects any blame he might take, refusing to be held accountable for his actions. He's extremely irresponsible, not thinking through on any action he takes, often diving head first into any situation he gets into, bulldozing his way through life with reckless abandon. He's been scarred in ways that have driven him even further into madness, back to sanity, then madness again. At this point, all he wants to do if find something to put him out of his genuine misery, be it non-existence, or something pleasurable like wealth and fame.
He's learned that showing your softer emotions is not only a bad thing, but an extremely dangerous thing. Others will use and manipulate you, twisting your feelings to their advantage, or pull of them to hurt you even further. He's become untrusting and jaded, hardened by the flames of the Nether. His face has long since become a mask for him to wear, only using it to display what he wants you to think he feels, or to pretend to empathise with others to hurt them, like they would do to him. If all that fails to fool them, then he'll lie and cheat and steal to get what he wants.
Once upon a time, Kitai used to try and hold himself back with his desires, limiting his actions as not to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. I think you can guess what he stopped doing. Now he loves indulging himself in his vices, drinking himself to death, gorging himself to death, and causing chaos on a scale that has never been seen before. He did a lot of that before, but now he knows how frail a human life is, and realizes that, if he wants to be remembered, he has to stand out. So, he let his pride run wild, and decided to become what it always wanted; become a supervillain.
He's loud, boisterous, and arrogant to an unhealthy degree. He wants to be noticed by everyone around him. He want to be noticed by everyone... just so he can feel important by someone. He loves to be around people for this reason. He'll do almost anything to inflate his withered ego; scaring people being his favorite past time. He knows how unnatural he looks, and how good he is at sending chills down the backs of those with no real power. He can only do this to those people, because he actually has an inferiority complex, thanks not only to Hell, but several battles he's gotten into while he still lived.
He hates to be seen as weak, because he thinks being weak is the same as being forgettable. It's actually pretty pathetic how petty Kitai is. He so desperately wants to escape the torturous madness that plagues him, scars from the pit that will never be lost to him, that he's more than willing to simply not exist anymore, but he's still afraid to be forgotten. A sorry, paradoxical nature that clashes in his mind very often. Add to the fact that he wants to try and be a good person again, and you've got a mess that can only resolve with lots and lot of alcohol.
To put it simply, Kitai is a coward. He embodies most of the sins that he once held in contempt, shaming others for showing any amount of them. He is more likely to go to the bottle for help, than to go to someone to aid him because of his pride. He is depressed and scared to the point of suicide, and the only reason he hasn't tried is because he knows where he'll end up if he does. He wants love and attention to fill the bottomless pit in his ruined soul, but scares anyone who tries to get close away. He hates everyone, but is desperate to have them remembered. He wants to be a good person for the first time in his life, but can't get over his lest for wanton destruction and chaos. He wants everything, without giving up anything for it, making him a fool, not worth the space he takes up.]
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Fighting Style: [Kitai has two very distinct fighting styles based on how his Dark Skill works, and when he is unable to use it. While inside one of his disposable bodies, he fights with near reckless abandon after he breaks the limiter, moving like a juggernaut against just about anything in his way. In this state, he likes to use bursts of speed and strength to overwhelm enemies. With how little he cares about his body, he hopes to throw them off balance with his suicidal nature in combat, wearing them down, while he uses his huge reserves to keep fighting.
And so what if his body does die? It won't matter, as he can make more to replace the one he lost. And he can even force it to adapt to how his opponents fight. If he wants more of something, he just pours more power into the it. He feels like he can afford to be reckless, so long as he doesn't walk into blatantly obvious traps. He is slightly mindful of how much damage he takes, because not all wounds can be quickly healed, but damage to his arms and legs can be quickly undone with his regeneration.
Fighting in his created bodies is his preferred method of fighting, as he doesn't need to think too hard to do so. All he needs is a good weapon, or he can just beat whatever he doesn't like to death, it doesn't matter all that much to him, as long as he's moving how he once did when he used to be alive. The new bodies finally give him a heart beat once more, and he's finally able to feel his blood pumping in his veins at long last. He knows the feeling won't stay for long, so he uses his bodies as quickly as he can, to feel the sensation all over again.
On the other side though, if he ever finds himself without one of his bodies, his true personality shines through. He is a coward, who fears going back to that place more than anything else. He starts to pull out all his tricks, and stays as far from anyone who could be a threat to his time on Earth. At this point, he will use whatever means that he has to attack, acting more as a caster than a brawler. His soul is much weaker and slower than his bodies, and that's why he avoids not being in them.
It also has to do with how he died. He was dealt a devastating injury, that left him as a half blind cripple. The fight he had gotten in had cost him an arm and a leg, along with an eye and ear. While such injuries are temporary at best, and has gone through words things since then, he has become paranoid that something might be permanent if he lets it happen to his soul. He might act the reckless fool, but he cares deeply about living an existence with all his limbs and senses.
Kitai also loves to fight dirty, attacking from angles that opponents might not be able to see, or surprising them with attacks or abilities. He doesn't care about who it is he's fighting, or even if they can properly defend themselves. He lets his sadistic nature shine throughout fights, toying with them whenever possible. If he can burn someone alive with his abilities, he'll just stand back and watch them fry, only letting them perish once they can no longer scream.
When he attacks, he does it fast and hard, using everything he has to kill or injure those he fights, be it directly or indirectly. He'll bite and claw at enemies if he runs out of options. He'll exploit any perceived weaknesses, like attacking powerless bystanders if his opponents might go out of their way to defend them. He has no honor, no moral code, and nothing to hold him back. He will do whatever it takes to survive, including run away like a coward. He exists without shame.]
Dark Skill Appearances: [His first dark skill is his left eye. It mutated into something twisted, red bleeding into the white of it. His pupil mutated into a slit, giving it a cat-like appearance. When the dark skill is activated, it begins to ]
bleed tears of blood, as well as glow. His second Dark Skill is in his stomach. Replacing most of his gut is a giant, monstrous mouth. Huge, dagger-like ivory teeth line the opening of the mouth. He is able to use this mouth to eat, should his normal mouth no be up to the task. When this level of dark skill activate, the mouth will begin to laugh wildly.
His third level of Dark Skill is a pair of large wings protruding from his back. The wings are covered in blackened feathers, as black as ink, and look just as slimy. Each wing is about twelve feet from the tip to his back.
Dark Skill Overall Ability: [His Dark Skill revolves around Resurrection. As such, his powers are fairly passive in nature, but with broad effects. As such, his soul is extremely malleable, able to enter any gigai with ease, and even create bodies to use and hide in. His power temporarily gives him new life, and prolongs his stay outside of Hell, so long as he is in one of the bodies that he creates.]
Dark Skill Level 1 Property:] [His first level creates a body for him to enter and use as he sees fit. The physical body is different than his soul body, as it restricts a number of things he can do. The new body takes his highest spiritual stat, and uses it to fuel the physical capabilities of it. While in the bodies, the wearer's highest spiritual stat will act as if it is 50% of what it normally is.
In order to create a body, Kitai must spend 25% of his current reiatsu, but must spend at least 250 in order to use the technique. The amount of reiatsu used to create a body changes the effects. The strength and durability of the bodies is based off the amount of reiatsu Kitai is missing. For every 100 reiatsu Kitai has lost or used in the thread, will increase the durability by 10, with the starting durability being 300. Each body comes with 300 strength and speed as base with every 100 reiatsu that has been used or is missing from his max reiatsu pool increasing both the strength and speed by 5. If the user has physical stats higher than 300, the starting physical stat or stats will be changed to that higher number.
The strength of the body is a sort of false one. While the body is strong, it is merely a tool, not truly living, so to speak. While a real body would be able to handle such high strength and speed, this one is a mere tool, and all tools have a breaking point. Those wearing the body will find themselves unable to use main benefits that high physical stats would normally grant. Shockwaves and mending bones through sheer power are forever lost to the user. In fact, the body is completely unable to use any of the perks past 400, for both strength and speed, unless the wearer has those stats already without the body.
Much like a tool, once the body uses too much power, it begins to quickly decay. The max it can use in either physical stat is 300, before the untrained body breaks its limit. After that, the body is doomed to die quickly, and painfully. The body has no issues with stamina after this point, never running out after it breaks its limits, using a sort of Hysterical Strength to force itself to keep going. Normally a body can last indefinitely, but for every post Kitai pushes it to use over 300 in either physical stat, up to 500, it drains a post, while over that pushes it by two posts. The body has ten of these posts before it dies, ejecting the user of it from the maimed corpse. Number-wise, it looks like this; 0-300 costs nothing, 301-500 costs one post out of ten, 501+ takes two posts out of ten.
The creation of the body is instant, forming around Kiati if he so chooses, and can be exited at any time the wearer pleases. The only oddities that make the body stand out from normal humans is that the first stage of a Dark Skill will still shine through, and the chains on their soul will still appear on the new body, but otherwise, the body will be have an appearance of whatever Kitai wishes it to look like.
So long as the body is worn, Hell has a much harder time finding him. For every three posts that a Saika is in the body, the count on the duration of his escape will go down by one for every three posts they make. Can start a thread with a body for an additional 500 reiatsu of the base cost, without activating his dark skill. Any damage the body takes is not fully transferred to him. Damage is reduced by seventy five percent, and attacks that would kill the body will eject the soul before it can be damaged. The body cannot heal via the normal Saika regeneration, but his soul underneath is still able to. The damage done to the soul will not transfer to the body. Once he exits a body, the stats will be reset to how it was before he entered the body. After a body is destroyed, it goes onto a three post cooldown before he can create another one.]
Dark Skill Level 2 Property: [As his aspect is Resurrection, his soul is easy to change and warp. This lets him move it in ways that other souls cannot. When he reaches this level, he has the ability to, as a soul, become intangible to all things for one post. In this time, he can move at his base speed, but can't use any abilities until he regains his form. While this is primarily used to dodge, the real power is if he comes into contact with another being. This is possession. Should he make contact with someone, he is able to force himself into that person.
When he possesses someone, they pretty much become his gigai, wearing them like a suit. He has access to all their physical stats, and can even increase them, much like his level one Dark Skill, so long as he maintains a higher offensive stat than them. This possession lasts three posts, after which, the possessed feels all of whatever he did at once. Much like the first Dark Skill, he feels no stamina drain after he leaves the body. Once in a body though, the user must pay up to 500 reiatsu per post. If the possessed dies while the user is in it, they are forced back to Hell.
The opponents are able to resist this in a number of ways, however. Firstly, if they have a higher offensive stat or class, they can force him out instantly, without effort. If the two are equal, then they will fight one another for control, draining both of a great deal of their stamina, but ultimately forcing Kitai out. If they are weaker, they can still force him out, however, the cost is high. Anyone that he possesses can pay twice the reiatsu he pays to possess them. Doing this will leave his with all his stamina restored, while draining those he wore. To use this ability costs 500, and has a cooldown of five posts after either the possession ends, or he returns to a solid state. If a reiatsu attack has a higher spiritual stat, the attack can still damage him, in spite of his intangibility.
Those with strong wills are able to resist in other ways. If they have a higher strength of will than Kitai, he will be rejected, only draining the stamina from the two. If they are equal, however, the victim is able to cast out Kitai without paying reiatsu, but the drain on the stamina is intense. The stamina drain would be the equivalent of three step techs in a row, while Kitai would feel the equivalent of one. While possessing someone, he is only able to use his techniques, not the ones of those he possesses, but can still use weapon releases, like those of the Shinigami, but only if they have already released. But not their techniques.]
Dark Skill Level 3 Property: [Combining the previous two skills, his most dangerous ability gives him a body more powerful than he can maintain. He activates this by possessing something inanimate, like the ground or a building. He takes over a large area to control, and uses it to create his new form. This body is gargantuan in scale, much too large for his soul. It can look like just about anything from the nightmares of the past. Dragons, demons, stupidly large animals, he can become anything, but it will always be forty feet tall.
This body acts differently from the ones his first skill makes in a few ways. First of all, it doesn't mask his presence from Hell, if anything, it makes it stand out even more. After activating this, his remaining time is reduced to nothing, but won't drag him back until after the body dies. It is also far more durable, with a durability of his highest offensive stat. On top of that, the body has 1200 in both strength and speed, but still lacks the perks mentioned in the lvl 1 property.
The body costs 1000 reiatsu, and lasts five posts, after which, the body crumbles away into nothing, and immediately dragged back.]
Other Techniques: [Technique Name: [The Black Fog]
Class: [1]
Technique Type: [Hell Techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [Shadow]
Technique Fluff: [Those who fear the darkness are wise. Evil in its most primal form thrives in the shadows, always on the edge of the light. But while it is rare when the shadows of the underworld touch the land of the living, the results are always spoken of for generations. The Black Fog is an ability generated by those who have seen the proverbial void, and gazed into it. These people are those with hearts blacker than most, and live in perpetual chaos, misery, and hate. Those who use this technique are often those who have given up on life, and have let themselves fall into despair, or have done so at least once in their existence. This ability was made to show that, no matter how much hope there is the world, and no matter how happy the world becomes, evil will never leave the hearts of mankind, and will always linger. The darkest shadows linger behind the brightest lights.
The Black Fog is generated from the soul of the user, spilling from their chests, completely enshrouding their lower bodies in a mist of darkness at all times. From there, the fog begins to spread over the ground, seemingly consuming it, with the top of it lingering three feet above it. The Black Fog is thick to the point where no light can ever pierce it, consuming it in its entirety. The mist does more than feed off the light however. The shadows absorb all forms of energy that come into contact with it, be it heat, light, or reiatsu. Especially reiatsu.
The air above the fog is quickly drained of any lingering reiatsu, preventing anyone from creating airground platforms of any kind, as well as preventing any stepping abilities. However, those who stand in the blackened air start to suffer from the effects of this immediately. The moment anyone comes into contact with it will quickly lose their power, before fading away beneath the darkness, never to be seen again.
But this isn't what makes this ability so feared, although that is a part of it. The darkness is a sponge for souls, but it doesn't let that energy go to waste. Once it has absorbed enough souls, this ability starts to create monsters. Often titanic beings of pure hate and rage emerge from the shadows, climbing out of the nothing, existing for only destruction. The monsters can take on many forms, ranging from ogers, wolves, or even the well known dragon. These creatures stand anywhere from seven feet in height, to a towering fifty.
The being are extremely durable as well, needing the strongest of champions to slay them. The Black Fog naturally doesn't harm them, and are immune to the effects of it. No matter their shape, these creatures are only as smart as an animal, beatial in thought, maybe as smart as a lion.
All the air above the mist is stripped of reiatsu, no matter the distance. Any ability that touches the fog is absorbed, so long as the offensive stat is lower than the user's, adding the reiatsu used for the ability to the reiatsu counter.]
Technique Effects:
A Black mist spills out of the user's chest, quickly covering the ground around them, hovering two feet off the lowest surface. The Mist spreads five feet per post, times how many posts it has been active. 1 post equals five feet, 2 is ten, 3 fifteen, and so on. The air above the Black Fog cannot be used for any form of airground above it. Anyone in the fog loses 250 reiatsu per post, and loses the same amount just by touching it. Non- spiritual humans, plants, and animals die instantly when they come into contact with the fog.
Any techs used while inside the fog will charge the fog by half the amount paid for the original tech. Once the fog has collected 500 reiatsu, the user can summon a creature of the writer's choice to attack or cause general chaos. The user is also able to wait, and have the fog store its reiatsu in order to summon multiple beasts at once. The creature does not obey the caster, nor is it affected by the draining effects of the fog.
The stats of the creatures are always 800 strength, 400 speed, and 150 in all sensory stats, with 800 durability. The user is able to pay 500 in order to charge the mist. The Cost to maintain is 100 reiatsu, and is used to charge the fog. Fog lasts three posts after the user stops paying for it, and is unable to summon beasts after they stop.
How to use technique: [Mentioned above]
Technique Drawbacks: [The Black Fog, cannot be thrown around like a weapon, and will only remain on the ground, and around the user's lower body. Kicking with the fog around their legs will not drain opponents of reiatsu. The user is not immune to the draining effects of the fog, and is drained every post. Monsters will not obey anything the caster of the Fog commands of them.]
Incantation and Effect:
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [No]
Technique Name: [The Blood Pool]
Class: [1]
Technique Type: [Saika Techniques]
Usable By: [Saika]
Technique Element: [Blood]
Technique Description and Effects: [The user is able to create a pool of blood that acts much like the lava pools in Hell. Entering the pool will completely heal anyone back to 100%t, as well as extend the duration out of Hell by five posts, per post they stay inside, for Saika. Anyone that enters the pool will be rendered completely immobile for the extreme burning sensation that the pool creates, unless they have a 3 in pain tolerance, or anti-torture. Heals anyone, including enemies that dare enter. ]
How to use technique: [The user must sacrifice a limb in order to create a pool. After that, the pool takes four posts to emerge. Costs 200 to start, but nothing once it finally energes.]
Technique Drawbacks: [Stated above]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [Yes]
Technique Name: [Mark of Sin: Envy]
Class: [5]
Technique Type: [General Sinner techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [Transformation]
Technique Description and Effects: [Being stuck in the bad end of the afterlife tends to bring out of some of the more negative aspects of the soul. One of seven that can be concentrated and brought forth in a physical form. This manifests as a mark on the body. For Envy, it brands itself on the back, over the heart. When activated, the user is able to transform themselves into any other person that they know of, often someone in a position of fame or power, or someone that happens to have more than the wielder of the mark has. This isn't the rule, the user can change into anyone, but more of a guideline.]
How to use technique: [The user thinks of a person they want to be, and their body physically changes into that person, even going as far as mimicking clothing. The aura they give off is nearly identical to the original owner, but those who are familiar with the target, with 200 or more energy sensory, can tell that the user isn't who they say they are.]
Technique Drawbacks: [The user pays 100 reiatsu per post to maintain. Cannot become anything they would not normally Envy, like animals, or unsavory individuals.]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [Yes]
Technique Name: [Mark of Sin: Wrath]
Class: [2]
Technique Type: [General Sinner techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [Physical]
Technique Description and Effects: [Being stuck in the bad end of the afterlife tends to bring out of some of the more negative aspects of the soul. One of seven that can be concentrated and brought forth in a physical form. This manifests as a mark on the body. For Wrath, this mark is branded on the inside of the right forearm. When activated, the user gives into their rage and anger, showing their hate for the world. Their bodies burn with a power they normally wouldn't be able to muster up. Anything that comes into contact with their bodies at this time will be damaged and burnt from the raw power they're letting off. Even brief interactions with the user in this state can melt skin. Lasts two posts.
Their body burns with the power of their original highest offensive stat, destroying anything with less than three quarters of it, and blocking anything above that. Attacks with a higher offensive stat will be undamaged.]
How to use technique: [User gives into their emotion, becoming the embodiment of Wrath, losing the ability to strategize. Costs 250 reiatsu.]
Technique Drawbacks: [The user must give into their emotion in order to use this ability, severely limiting their ability to think coherently, let alone form strategies. They can still use abilities, but not in any tactical way. After the ability ends, the user is left fatigued, their body not able to maintain full power afterward. Physicals are halved. Cooldown, 5 posts.]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Reserved?: [Yes]
Technique Name: [Mark of Sin: Greed]
Class: [3]
Technique Type: [General Sinner techniques]
Usable By: [Hell Races]
Technique Element: [None]
Technique Description and Effects: [Being stuck in the bad end of the afterlife tends to bring out of some of the more negative aspects of the soul. One of seven that can be concentrated and brought forth in a physical form. This manifests as a mark on the body. For Greed, this mark is branded on the palm of the dominant hand of the user. Greed is a very dangerous ability for any who value their belongings. Greed lets the user take anything within their line of sight. So long as whatever they are claiming isn't alive, they can take it in an instant. For most things, this requires little energy, maybe 25 reiatsu, and can be used every post. For things with actual power however, this gets tricky.
To take something for a being with power requires actual effort on the users part. Costing 500 reiatsu, the embodiment of Greed will attempt to steal their belongings. In order to do this, they must have their original highest spiritual stat be twenty five percent higher then their victim's original highest offensive stat. The opponent can resist this if they pay twice as much reiatsu as the user did to activate this ability. This ability cannot be negated against objects with less than two classes of this technique.]
How to use technique: [The user says aloud, 'All I see is mine to claim', and whatever they look at will instantly be in their hand, and fully under the command of the user.]
Technique Drawbacks: [If Greed fails, it will go onto a three post cool down.]
Made By: [Kitai Yoru]
Technique Name: [Cutback: Assault]
Class: [1]
Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Cutback]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [All Races]
Technique Element: [None]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect):
Traditional cutback is triggered by a physical strike from a spiritually inferior source. Among those with immense spiritual pressure it is a useful defense. This technique converts that same cutback into an offense. The user gathers all of their spiritual energy at their core before releasing it outward with a burst. An invisible wave bursts outward with a speed and force of 600, pushing back everything in its path. It functions like a larger Martial Discipline: Ken to all those around. The user may choose to spend an additional reiatsu to increase the range of the wave. At its lowest range, the wave will travel 200 meters in every direction. If the user doubles the cost, this range will also double to 400 meters in every direction. But get this. If the cost is TRIPLED, the radius will also triple to a whopping 800 meters.
However, the real effect of the technique only kicks in when the wave makes contact with any individual. If the difference in spiritual pressure between the user and target is great enough, this technique will automatically inflict the same damage they would face had they triggered cutback. This property is what makes Cutback: Assault truly deadly.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]
Charge reiatsu and release it.
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
This technique costs 300 reiatsu to use, and it must be mastered before employed in battle. It may only be activated once every 3 posts, and while it’s on cooldown, the user loses access to natural cutback. However, that is hardly the most serious drawback. As this technique causes the sudden output of such a large amount of energy, it puts a heavy strain on the body, worsening all injuries the user suffered prior to activation. When used the first time, if the user has any deep lacerations or stab injuries, they will begin to bleed profusely, giving them 5 posts before they lose consciousness. When used the second time, even if the user only had thin cuts, these will widen and deepen as blood rapidly escapes them, giving the user 5 posts before they pass out from blood loss. After employed a third time, even if the user is completely unharmed, their nose and eyes will begin bleeding. In fact, their internal organs would be struggling to function as the strain of a third Cutback: Assault also caused them hemorrhage. The internal bleeding would cause the user to pass out in 5 posts after activating the technique.
Made By: Douma
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]
Technique Name: [Dark Fullbring: Soul Decay]
Class: [3]
Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hell Technique]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Saika]
Technique Element: [Varies]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Insert Below]
While Fullbringers have an innate control and command over Souls, Saika have an understanding of Hell that no human could begin to understand. As a result, when Saika exert control over Souls using their Dark Fullbring, they can achieve results that Fullbringers would tremble in fear at. This technique is the first in a set of techniques that employs Dark Fullbring to deliver fearsome results.
Soul Decay allows Saika to simply extinguish elemental Souls with sheer force of will. While a Fullbringer might be able to extinguish a flame or stop wind from blowing, Saika can start to destroy the air around them, erode the ground itself, and poison the water they touch. An element that the Saika exerts Soul Decay over will take on the aspect of “death and decay”. Plants will look sickly as they shrivel and die, the ground will blacken before flaking away, etc.
At Learned, this technique can only be used on solid elements such as earth and plants. For a cost of 200 reiatsu, they can decay a 2 foot by 2 foot radius per use of the technique.
At Proficient, this technique is capable of being used on double the size of solid elements for the same reiatsu cost and can also be used on “fluid” elements such as air and water. These elements become poisonous, and while not lethal, can induce flu like symptoms for ingesting/inhaling. A 1 foot by 1 foot radius is decayed for a cost of 200 reiatsu each use of this technique.
At Mastered, this technique is again doubled in size for solid elements and fluid elements, reaching a size of 8 feet by 8 feet for solid elements and 2 feet by 2 feet for liquid elements. It can also decay Fire into Hellfire, which burns substances that are not flammable by normal fire. This costs 200 reiatsu and lasts for a single post per use of the technique, after which the Fire dissipates from the decay.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]
Exert Dark Fullbring over elements to Decay them.
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
Reiatsu cost. This cannot be performed on enemy techniques or personal objects without 2x superiority, unlike basic Soul Command which just needs superiority, due to the greater control necessary to Decay the soul.
Made By: Kyomei
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]
Technique Name: [Bringer Dark]
Class: [3]
Technique Type (Kido, Hollow/Arrancar Technique, Human World Dweller Technique, Other): [Hell Technique]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Saika, Nakabakki]
Technique Element: [Hellfire]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Insert Below]
Bringer Dark is the Hellish side of Bringer Light. It takes its origins in the Saika’s Dark Skill, which is like an Evil Fullbring. While Saika are capable of learning Bringer Light, it is not the best step technique that they are capable of learning. Bringer Dark starts as a 10x step speed for 50 reiatsu, then increases the same way Bringer Light does. The second step is a 13x increase, and costs 100 Reiatsu. The third step is a 15x increase, and costs 200 Reiatsu. From there, the cost doubles with each additional step, and the speed increase goes up by 1 time. Meaning the fourth step is 16x and 400 Reiatsu and the fifth is 17x and 800 Reiatsu. Bringer Dark is inferior to Bringer Light, in that it cannot go above the 5th step.
However, unlike Bringer Light, Bringer Dark does not leave a column of light where they used to be. Instead, it leaves an explosive force of Hellfire. Hellfire burns black, and burns even substances that are usually nonflammable, such as stone and even water. Anything of inferior offensive stat within a 1 foot radius of the step will be set ablaze. For every incremental step, the range of the fire also increases by 50%.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Insert Below]
Concentrate reiatsu in the feet, remember Hell, and step.
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Insert Below)
While Nakabakki are capable of learning any step technique, in order to learn this one they must have visited Hell in the past or be taught this technique by a Saika.
Stepping more than 3 times consecutively using Bringer Dark will start to cause the user’s feet to blister and burn. Beyond 5 times total in a thread, without healing, the user will develop painful burns on the feet which will only get worse with more uses.
Made By: Kyomei
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [No]]
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-History-
Birthplace: [New York, America]
Current Residence: [None]
Memorable Figures: ["I remember when I taught him. Trained with him. Got him a job. In spite of our differences, I thought he might have been someone I could have called... a friend. Perhaps that was why he knew to kill me when I grew weak. He knew I would have destroyed them all. But he got sloppy. Now... I'm back.
"I could never forget all the things Kazura Uzaki did for me towards the end of my life. He gave me a job, and even shelter when I had started living as a vagabond. Working at his company were some of the best years of my life, second only to living with my father. But he is weak. He has the drive to take him far, but his ideals are the only reason he'll die a pathetic death."
"I once met a man named Himitsu. I lost to him. He shall suffer greatly."
"And to the single Quincy woman I met, that caused the events that lead to the my death; when I find you, I will savor every last ounce of pain I squeeze out of you."]
History: ["My only regret, is that I didn't take the world down with me." Those where my final words, spiting the world with all my hate and rage. Anything more was lost, and I was consumed entirely by the cero of my former student. Now, I wasn't expecting a lot in death, but I had at least hoped that a giant laser blast would be relatively painless, flash frying my nervous system before I could actually feel the pain. If this had been something natural, that would have been the case, and I would have escaped the pain of the execution.
Unfortunately for me, and isn't that always the case, this was not a normal laser. This was something that attacked your soul, burning you on a level where your body can't ignore it. My mind was assaulted with a pain I had never experienced before, tearing me apart, tearing my soul apart. I tried to scream, to move, to do anything, but my body refused to respond, forcing me to endure, until it finally ended. The entire thing lasted maybe three seconds, but it felt so much longer. Now, this is the part where most people just cease to be, letting them finally stop.
And I could feel it, feel myself slip away into non-existence, coming so close to finally being able to just die... but, then again, I never got the easy way, did I? No, right before the shattered pieces of my soul could fade away, they were violently grabbed, before being crushed back together into shape. It was then that I started to feel again. And the first thing I felt... was burning. It felt like I was being cooked, baked, roasted back into a soul again, and it was none too pleasant. And that's how I existed, more or less, for who knows how long.
It was some time before I started to feel other things. My body formed slowly. First was my head, causing me to scream once it returned. My body came next, followed slowly by my arms, which I used to try and escape the pain. I was in some sort of thick liquid, but that was all I could really guess about it. I started swimming up, trying to find the surface to free myself. It took a long time, but I somehow managed it. Once I reached air, it opened a whole new world of pain for me. The air was colder than ice, causing me to scream louder. Still, I pressed on, and managed to get to something solid to pull myself out.
The liquid, which I could now see was f$%king lava, still clung to me like oil, burning me still. I tried the best I could to wipe it off, not questioning why I wasn't dead a dozen times over from this, before the freezing air turned it to rock. For most, this would be an issue, but I was strong enough to simply break it away. I was tired, but I forced myself to look around. I was in a cave of some sort, filled with many pools of lava, much like the one I just crawled out of. Thankfully though, there wasn't anything moving, so I let myself relax, and I sat down.
Before I knew it, I was covered in clothing. Blinking, knowing for certain I was nude just a moment ago, I inspected the fabric that now hugged my form. It was an off-white color, more akin to grey if I was being honest. It was made of a course material, and chafed in many places. It was like it was meant to be as painful to wear as possible. "Screw that." I said to myself, and chucked the top off, content with just staying naked if this was the only other option. Sadly, it turned out to be a fruitless gesture, because as soon as it hit the lava that I threw it into, it reappeared on me. Covered in lava.
I screamed it shock, and then in pain, as I quickly removed it again, and beat the molten rock off of it. Tossing it onto the ground, I watched as it turned to shadow, quickly wrapping around me once more. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I ignored it for now, and decided to check if there was anything else wrong with me. And as it turns out, there was! Before I died, I had lost most of the left side of my body from that whore Quincy, including my arm, leg and eye. Now? Now I find they've all been returned to me. They were basically one gigantic burn scar, but still, I had them again.
There was also something around my wrists and ankles, biting painfully into my skin. They were manacles, with about ten inch long chain links attached to each one. The metal was black, blacker than any black I had ever seen in my life. It was haunting, to be honest. It was like the abyss decided to clamp onto me, and refused to let go. I held the one on my right arm over the lava, to try and see if it was just from the lack of light in the cave. I expected the orange-red lava to change something about it, but no. It was as if the metal was soaking in the light, refusing to let anything change its appearance.
"Okay, let's see how you like death!" I told it gleefully, slamming my charred left hand into it. There was a booming noise as my fist impacted it... only for nothing to happen to it. In fact, I had only hurt myself for the action, making me flinch a bit. If it could withstand my strength and not even dent, I doubted it would be worth it to keep trying. Growling to myself, I decided I stayed here long enough. Climbing to my feet, which were bare, the sadistic clothing not even giving me any footwear, I tried to guess which was was the right way out.
There was no indication of where the exit was, so I just started walking along the inadvertent path that the lava pools made. You would think with all this lava being in a cave, the air would be sweltering, burning you just for being near it. "But noooo, for some reason it's cold as f#*k in here..." I said to myself as my body started to grow numb. The air was just above freezing, making the floor painful to walk on, especially when I stepped on the occasional rock. Whoever designed this place was as sadistic as they were brilliant. The lava was too hot to use to get away from the cold, and if you fell asleep, you'd freeze to death.
After another hour of grumbling and walking, I finally got fed up with this place. "OKAY, SCREW THIS S#*T!" I roared, sick and tired of being cold, being in these stupid magic clothing, and not being able to break these chains. I'm still incredibly strong, and I wouldn't let something like rock get in my way. I crouched low, before springing back up. I still had all the strength of a Berserker, so when I slammed my fist into the ceiling, the result was to be expected. I flew through the rock and stone with ease. There was a lot more shards then I was expecting, but flexing kept them from actually breaking my skin.
But even with this method, it took twenty more minutes before I managed to reach the surface. My body exploded through the floor, propelling me twenty feet into the air, giving me a good look of the area. There was... a lot of sand. I had been under a desert that whole time? "What the f#*k...?" Landing on the ground, I immediately flinched, before falling to my knees. The sand... it wasn't sand. Shards of bone, so numerous, that they gave off the illusion of sand. I started to pluck the bone out of my feet, not expecting the assault on my feet. As I was in the middle of doing that however, I had managed to grab the attention of something else.
I was only half way done, when I felt a shift in the 'sand' behind me. And in front... In fact, all the sand around me was trembling from something. Large teeth started popping out of the bone shards, each were around four feet tall, and about twenty feet away from me, with me being in the center of them all. My eyes grew wide, as I only realized too late what was going on. Slamming the bones out of my feet, a painful but necessary choice, I tried to get away, but was unable. The ground exploded, as something larger than I've ever seen before tried to swallow me whole. And then I started falling.
"SH****************T!" I cried out, as I dropped into the gullet of the massive beast. I wasn't going to let it end like this though. Clapping my hands together, I created a shockwave inside the monster, making the creature roar in pain. I rode the explosion, forcing my body to impact the side of what I assumed was its throat, nearly knocking the wind out of me. It was sharp, covered in rows of what felt like teeth. My body flexed, as I grabbed one of them with my burnt hand. I used it as leverage, swinging myself around, I let out a yell, as I used all my strength to punch the animal who dared try and eat me.
I had expected my hand to tear a hole through it, but it seemed that it was more resilient than I had expected. It howled in pain, letting out a blast of air. Not wasting the opportunity, I used it to fly out of the creature. I flew out with a great deal more force than I thought the beast capable, but I was free regardless. I had managed to get a good look at the thing that ate me, and somehow, my confusion grew to new heights. What I saw was a massive white worm, hundred of feet in length, so massive that I couldn't see all of it, before it returned to the sands. "...Where the f#*k am I?" I said, as I soared through the air.
I tried to create a platform to stop my descent to the ground, but for some reason it wasn't responding to me. I cursed to myself, as I prepared to hit the ground hard. When I finally touched down, my impact caused the sand to crater, blowing millions of bone shards away from me. Not my smartest move, as I essentially created a fifty foot pit for myself try and climb out of. Sighing heavily, I leapt, easily exiting the hole, before jumping again to avoid falling back in. I tried to find something that resembled a landmark, trying to find a way back to Russia, or at least out of the desert of bone.
But the more I saw, the less I felt I was even on Earth anymore. There was nothing but this stupid bone sand for miles, and the occasional lava pit for seemingly no reason. Still didn't understand what those were for, but that was the least of my concerns at the moment. I had been jumping around for an hour now, and there was no signs of civilization, and I was starting to get hungry, on top of being thirsty. I landed on the ground with a lot less power, and decided to start walking to save energy. I needed to find something soon, or things were going to get really bad.
Sadly though, my luck was only getting worse. Not even a minute after I touched down, the sands have started shifting again. It might have been sheer arrogance on my part, but I decided not to move, not fearing the giant worm, knowing that I could hurt it with relative ease. Oh how foolish I was. The sand shifted and fell away, turning the white sand black, confusing me for a moment, before I realized that it was bugs. Hundreds of thousands of little black beetles, crawling out of the ground. By the time that I registered that these things were a threat, it was already too late.
My eyes widened, seeing that all of them were swarming towards me. I laughed at the insects, not thinking anything of them, before I gave them a round of applause. Bringing my hands together created a shockwave over the area. At the time, I had thought they'd either explode, or be thrown away like the bugs that they were. Neither of those things happened. The bugs hissed and paused their charge in response, but shrugged off my shockwave like it was nothing. I hesitated, and that was all that they needed. Some of them got onto me, causing me to panic. Brute force had been my way of life, and the fact that it didn't work scared me.
I made another shockwave, but it only slowed them this time. I started swatting at them, slamming my open hand onto them, creating shockwaves on my own body to try and kill them. It didn't work. And that's when I started yelling out. "Get off you pieces of s#*t!" More claps of thunder, but nothing was stopping them. Then the pain started. "No! NO, GET OFF ME! I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" My yells turned to screams of pain. My voice cracked, as I tried in vain to save myself from death by scarab. It didn't work... There are is no escape from the terrors of the desert. That was the second time I died, and nowhere near the last...
I woke up with a gasp, before I started to drown on lava again. I panicked, much like the last time, and started to swim towards what I felt was the surface. Once I broke through the top, I began vomiting the lava that got down my throat, choking on the molten rock. I climbed out of it with some airground, looking around. I wasn't in a cave this time, now surrounded by millions of bones, more than I could even begin to try and count. It a sea of the dead, and I was in the middle of it. What a foreboding senario. I could feel my own bones creak in protest, as I stood to my full height.
It seems that the damage I took when I died vanished after the fact. It was both a blessing, and a curse. Still, I wasn't complaining. If I had to take a lava dip every time I died, but came back fresh as a f#cked up daisy, then whatever! Still, now I needed to figure out where this place was. I leapt, flying over all of the remains, trying to avoid anything hiding under all of the corpses. "HA! Try and get me up here you worm f#cks!" I taunted everything below me, tempting anything below to attack. It was almost euphoric, thinking that you were basically immortal.
As it turned out, there was something hiding amidst the dead, as I noticed as soon as I landed. I don't know why I thought I would land on top of the bones, sheer arrogance probably, but I tried to land with a shockwave. It failed, and I practically flew through the endless pile of bone. It pissed my off, and I started to struggle. I thrashed, and tried to use airground to propel myself out, but I was being held down by something. Suddenly, dozens of skulls shifted towards me, once empty eye sockets now glowing with unholy flames. I fought harder, but now skeletal fingers were tearing at my flesh, ripping it from my body.
The skulls started to consume whatever it tore away, and I was soon left as nothing more than another skeleton for the pile...
And then I woke up drowning in lava.
It's been months since then. I woke up again, ignoring the pain of the lava, flying out of the pool with practiced ease. I couldn't tell you how many times I've died since then, but I've been dying constantly every few minutes. If I had to guess, I'd put my death counter near a thousand. There wasn't a single thing in this blasted place that wasn't trying to kill you. The ground wanted you dead, the air wanted you dead, anything I could even remotely call 'alive' wanted me dead, or as a torture doll. Rocks, water, plants, everything attacked me with the fervor of a thousand hollows, and had no regard for its own existence.
I had just died to some sonofa b#tch, who decided I would look better with a rock in my face. It had taken a few hundred tries, but I eventually learned how to 'wake up' in lava pools where I wanted to be at. Now I was rushing back towards the scaly f#ck who killed me! The b@stered was eating my corpse, obviously starving, cause there was no other food in this d@mn place! He was too distracted with eating me, so I took him by surprise when I landed on his back. I tried to rip his arms off to beat him to death with them.. but I could feel my body falter.
Something was wrong. He threw me off rather easily, before turning around and attacking me again. I screamed in a rage, as I felt my formerly destroyed eye burn in pain. The other denizen didn't care, as he started wailing on me. But every puch, clawing, and bite he inflicted on me felt... numb. I pushed his skinny a$$ off me. I roared in anger, and returned the favor tenfold. I started laughing, as I sadistically broke him, tortured him, before crushing his skull like he did to me. I felt amazing! Something was happening to me, and I loved it!
My thoughts were becoming cloudy, but that was fine, what good did they do me? I ripped a chunk of brain from out of his skull, and started to eat it. I was getting dizzy... Oh what was going on? Before I could question further, a felt something slam onto the purple dirt behind me. I didn't bother to look, as I dashed froward. I didn't know what it was, only that it was trying to kill me. And I was right... but I didn't know the scale of what exactly it was that wanted me dead now. Everything was a rushed haze for me... I could feel myself slipping away... the grasp on my sanity was waning. Perhaps that was how the giant fist caught me, despite it all.
I screamed in frustration and rage, as the new monster started crushing me to death. It brought me up to eye level, wanting to look me in the eye before it killed me. The thing was hideous. It had an elongated skull for a face, with fire burning in otherwise empty sockets. Meaty purple arms were attached to a ribcage full of more muscle. Its spine was exaggeratedly long, and had two stubby legs at the end of it. It stared at me, as if I was just another bug it caught. It pissed me off. If the freak wanted me to beg, it was in for a rude awakening. I spit at it, a bloody glob landing in its 'eye'. It crushed me immediately after, before somehow consuming me.
I woke up seconds later, my recovery time getting better with each death, before leaping out of another pool. I was back in the caves again, as frigid as they were. My body struggled to get out of the lava. Something was wrong. I clutched my face, or more specifically, my eye. My left eye was burning with a new power. It hurt. I curled into a ball on the freezing ground from the agony. "What's going on?" I said, my voice coming out as a miserable whimper. This was on a whole 'nother level of torture. Like my eye was trying to climb out of my skull.
I was in the middle of trying to stand up, when all of my chains started to glow, almost ethereal, before I was jerked back towards the pool. An interesting fact about the pools, coming out of them might leave you uninjured, but going back into one after you got out and it acted like normal lava. I screamed through the magma, drowning yet again. But... I didn't die this time? My head was still swimming, and having a new haze of pain was making it worse. I could barely tell what was going on anymore, but I knew that I had been pulled through another pool. Something giant was holding my chains. Then it ate me.
What was going on? I couldn't tell anymore. Everything passed me by in a blur now. I could make out shapes, but nothing concrete. I was dying more often now. Something kept killing me over and over. I was resurrecting too fast. I was done reforming the moment I died up there. Whenever I tried to get away to try and clear my head, I was yanked back. It was killing me over, and over, and over, and over, and.... what was happening? Was this normal? Am I still alive? What even is death? I could feel my bones crunch for the thousandth time, so I guess I was still being eaten.
The pain... I no longer felt it. I was in a perpetual state of dying. This thing wouldn't let me go, maybe I'd done something to piss it off? I couldn't remember anymore. There was pain, I was sure of it, but for the death of me, I couldn't feel it. Everything just felt numb to me at this point. I tired to move something, a spark of feeling returning. It was quickly crushed, as teeth broke it back down. I tried moving again though, meeting a similar result. But I kept trying. Again, and again, and again. I didn't have anything to lose at this point, so I might as well.
I don't know how much time passed, but eventually the crunching stopped. I was under something liquid again, but for some reason, I just laid there. I wasn't pulled away like the other times. I guess it got bored. So I just stayed under the liquid. It burned, but... I didn't really care. I couldn't shake off the numbed feeling. I tried to move again. My limbs were jerky, spasms racked my body for a long while. Or was it a short while? I couldn't tell anymore. Did it even matter? I guess it didn't. Control returned to my limbs, and I tried to get out of the burning liquid.
I got out, but I couldn't tell where I was. Was I crazy? Who could even tell anymore? The world rushed by, as I just stood outside the lava. Nothing was trying to kill me? Was I still alive? I didn't know. I would never know. Who was I again? I was somebody? I started to look around. Everything started to take focus again. There was so much pain, but did it matter anymore? My skin was pale white, or, at least my hands were. My stomach was... a mouth, I guess? I could faintly feel something on my back. I tried to move them forward. Black wings? Did I always have those?
...No. What was going on? I fell to my knees, as I grasped my head. The fog in my mind was dissipating, but by no means gone. What was going on? Nothing made sense anymore. Why was I here? I had to escape, but where was the exit. I knew enough about the spiritual worlds that there was always a way to escape. I couldn't tell where I was, I was still too dazed, but I started flying up. It didn't matter what was above me, I just had to keep ascending. Further and further up I went. Bleak landscape after bleak landscape passed me by, showing me how desolate and barren this place was, perfect for crushing spirits into nothing.
I continued for days, seeing thousands of lost souls, wandering and surviving anyway they could. It was depressing. I spied more of those giant sull creatures in the distance, but I was ignored for closer prey. The higher up I got, the more people, actual people, I began to see. It seems that screwing around in the lowest levels gets you less human demons. Then, off in the distance, I see a glowing red... thing. I flew over, to find three people in weird cloaks and masks. One was monologing to the other two about something, I didn't care what, as I jumped the three of them, killing them before they could escape. Seeing as I was pretty much naked, I stole their clothes, and jumped through the red portal.
