Post by Mizuki Otsuka on Jul 20, 2022 21:09:12 GMT -5
-Opening-
Discord/Chatango Username (include nicknames): Mizuzu#4183
Password 1: Black Hole
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Soldier V2
Affiliation: Mercenary
Rank: Mercenary Rank 1, Class 8
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-Basic Information-
Name: Mizuki Otsuka
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 86 / 22
Birthday (Month/Day): June / 28
Blood Type: A Negative
RP Sample (Optional):
He was nothing like The Demon of the Sands, Kenshin Uzumaki - and she was learning first hand how out of step she truly was from her own imagined beliefs about herself. Kenshin hid a lot of her faults away, ignored them and swept them aside, unintentionally so but it was evident now as she was confronted by just how undisciplined she was. How sheltered she had unknowingly become, complacent in her safe harbor she was disappointing in her lack of growth… no, disgusted was the right word. It was a rare occasion in her life that she was ever rendered speechless - queen of one liners she was unequipped to be slapped in the face with the truth that she had been avoided subconsciously all along. She was weak and she was doing nothing about it - what was the point of her existence if she were to choose to stay stagnant. She had a responsibility to herself to be further along than this - she used to be covered in blood and carnage on a weekly basis, this was supposed to have increased her ability to do just that - and yet here she was caught like a common wild animal in an expert hunters’ snare.
He was pointing out her flaws one by one - a mental list of her failures organized flawlessly, his tone of disgust adding another nail in her metaphorical coffin. She felt an even further pang of disappointment in herself as he assumed correctly, she had banked on Kenshin coming to save her if things got out of hand for her. She had allowed herself to become relaxed, reliant on someone else to protect her instead of herself. Her face remained an impassive mask as she stared him down, his words of truth hitting her in waves, accompanied with realization, resulting in a desperate need to learn and adapt quickly. This was a wake up call - a shock to her system, tap back into some skill you possess or die as you deserve. What's the point of you if you aren’t expanding yourself - you become a waste of space entirely. Adrenaline was beginning to course through her body, bringing a slight tremor to her hands but an eerie steadiness to her eyes - where her heart raced with anticipation her mind cleared like the parting gray skies of a storm lifting. The man called out to the one she had relied on to save her, like a helpless rag doll in need of rescue - she had no desire to be rescued this time - this was necessary. Learn the hard way that you are slacking and dragging everyone down.
The ensuing moments were pure agony and horror, on levels that she was all to familiar with in her past from being in his seat - the punisher not the punished. That's what this was after all, her cockiness had gotten the better of her and she was going to be reminded painfully how pathetic she was. She was fast enough to avoid some of the needles, though they were all so closely to her body that many did make their mark. Each piercing point that sunk into her skin attempting to drag out a scream from her throat - but she held her tongue, wincing in silent acceptance, her hands balled into tight fists- as a few more pierced up her arms and a few sunk into her torso. She was still attempting to avoid what she could, but her skin was now riddled with precise piercings. It was so painful to move - the icy needles protruding out from her thinning her blood as it poured out over her black clothes and pooling on the ground around her feet. A slight tremble from the ice literally lining her body was beginning to rock her frame - a familiar unsteadiness was coming over her she was mentally slipping away and she could almost hear the audible snap of her mind as the final needles took their killing marks - the slight prick of needles just grazed her once unmarred skin before she became drenched in water, the release of the chill was simultaneous. The room was near silent as she dropped to her knees - her eyes were staring blankly ahead, a glassiness overcoming them. From his perspective he had broken her, she was now worthless to the world now. She kneeled there staring in his direction as he explained to her that what she had just endured was what she wished on her allies, she was a coward… was a coward.
Only a split second of silence was heard as his questioning ended. The gears of her mind, the very fabric that made up how she viewed the world, were rearranging - as it settled itself into place she was presented with one path that made sense to her - forging herself blood and fire.
The pain was immense -incredible in its magnitude, her stomach was clenching in agony, her breathing was uneven, but her mind … her mind was like a crystal. The glassy stare turned wild - an inferno in her eyes blazing, only the Demon of the Sand had ever seen this side of her; in that flicker he saw her potential which was quickly calmed again - this was a full on firestorm. The smile that spread across her face would come off as slightly unnerving, her legs shaky as she pulled herself to her feet again to address his questions. “You’re right.”, at first it was all she could say. “Everything you said makes sense.. What good am I if this is the state I accept to be in.” She looked down at her bleeding form, her body was trembling but her tone of voice and mental clarity showed no signs of acknowledgment to her dire predicament. “First step to being worth a damn in this world.. Is acknowledging that you aren’t shit to begin with, and go from there. This only proves how complacent I've become, and these marks-”, she gritted her teeth suddenly as she gripped her side, holding in a pained grunt, as it only proved which marks she was referring to, “Will never leave. I want to know how you think, I want to see how you see… and I have so much to do to get to where you are, it's all I can think about.” Her voice was becoming lower, losing power as the lightheartedness from blood loss started to affect her alertness, still conscious she half whispered feverishly to herself, “I refuse to be a burden, I worry if my safe harbor here is holding me back… I’ve grown weaker, this wasn’t my path.” She was definitely talking more to herself at this point. She took a sharp inhale of breath and met the man's eyes with an even stare -understanding rooted there under the agony of her body- she would have done the same, if not worse.
She realized a sickening respect was forming for the man who had every ability to cut her down, and didn’t all for the sake of Kenshin and she knew it. Her worth was in her entertainment to the bigger bad and that couldn’t be anymore - if she made it out she wasn’t going to be the same. Without realizing she was saying something that would make no sense given the state she was in, "Thank - you."
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 5’4 / 140lbs / 63kg
Physical Description:
Arresting.
Easily the word most often heard through whispered conversation or the occasional man trying to win her favor for the night. Mizuki doesn’t mind it, especially not after this long of hearing it - though at first she didn’t know how to place her feelings when described this way. At first it made her uncomfortable, ‘arresting’ as if she was taking control of someone’s will just by existing. Over time though she twisted the meaning in her head to be complementary and think no deeper than that. From a distance she might be able to blend in to any crowd, standing not much taller than a teenager she might even be mistaken for school age. Only at a glance would this comparison be viable, a look any longer and it was apparent she was something else.
Stretching in thin lines all over body, as if dividing her body into pieces, are black lines crossed in incremental positions with markings closely related to ‘stitches’. This was the trait that made people of all ages and genders stop in their tracks and stare. The lines overlap on only one spot on her body, her face. One ran across her face horizontally at the level of her cheekbones and crossed the bridge of her nose, while another line ran down the center of her right eye from her hairline to jawline. Every other line was segregated to sectioning off her body - wrist, forearm, bicep, shoulder - one even ran horizontally across her throat as if she wore a choker. On rare occasions the bravest of those who starred would ask her in a worried tone what had happened to her, but she would only return the questioner a sweet smile and her own question, “Whatever do you mean?”
Aside from the markings along her body she had several other arresting traits that demanded the onlookers attention. Large wonderfilled eyes; her right being the color of a latte still swirling with cream and her left the color of the clearest ocean. In bright lighting the two seem to encompass the spectrum of shades each color could possibly hold, while in shadow they take on the loneliest palette. The thick lashes that framed them only made her naturally curious expression more permanent. Softly arched eyebrows sit partially covered by bangs, her nose has a slight uptick to the end of it often described as ‘button like.’ A soft pointed chin and full lips though the bottom is a bit heavier causing a gentle pout - no need to wear any makeup either as they have a natural deep pink tint to them. Overall her face was youthful, curious, and open.
Her skin tone wasn’t an unhealthy shade of pale, it had a warmer undertone that gave her a general air of warmth which was in complete contrast to her pastel blue hair color. Reaching her mid back when up in it’s usual ponytail and down to her waist when let loose, the long bangs frame her delicate face adding innocence to her look. In bright lighting the blue in her hair all but disappears looking more white and adding contrast to the black lines across her body.
She wears an array of clothes, her time being immersed in the human world has given her a great love of fashion. So while her attire changes aesthetic often enough to be unpredictable she can be often found in fitted clothing with some historical aspect to it. Corset type tops - with sheer panels and boning to give it shape; paired with low rise black pants adorned with leather strapping that add carrying capacity. If not that then she can also been seen wearing more traditional kimono type attire; fitting loose and causing her to appear a little androgenous. All in all her attire is as changing as her mood and can be a direct expression of her emotional state or intention.
Though her attire flips from aggressively feminine to cooly androgenous her body type is very developed with the usual trappings of a mature woman. Thin and lean in structure but well defined in musculature, her bone structure is delicate with a pronounced collar bone and defined jawline. Being as catching as she is she chooses to add no additional jewelry of any kind nor piercings; but she wouldn’t rule them out in the future if the opportunity arose.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Rejection
Born a Bount she was already inherently aware of the general aversion that most of the spiritual world in their history had toward her kind, so with that in her history she greatly dislikes rejection from others as it brings up those feelings again. Instant disgust and regret of wasted time is usually what that interaction brings out in her.
Animal Cruelty
As the creatures with the purest souls it pains her to witness animal abuse in all forms. Don’t misunderstand, she isn’t to the point that eating meat is a crime against the world. When it comes to torturing an innocent animal for pleasure or thrill there is absolutely no thought, simply instant karma - and she believes her fists are that such thing.
Awkward Silences
Social situations are all capable of having this befall them and when it does it gets right under skin. The flow of a good conversation is the most soothing environment to her so when it hits those patches of silence that turn into extended periods of silence it actively makes her want to slam head into a wall. Her dislike of these are exactly why she is as extroverted as she is.
Indirectness
Being a blunt person she finds the opposite approach really off putting. To her this type of communication tactic shows a weak person with either manipulative intentions or lack of self esteem. Be direct or be nothing.
Self Righteous Individuals
Those people who just believe they are god's gift to the world and everything they do is for the good of everyone so bow or leave. You couldn’t get her to contort her face into an expression of disgust faster than putting her into an interaction with one of those people.
Pity
Another thing she detests is the pity from others, most often when her markings come into the conversation. Comments about how she would be such a beautiful girl ‘if only..’, or even worse the look of pity that she is given. It feels like an insult to her own perseverance and a projection that she doesn’t need or want.
Assumptions
Assumptions make an ass out of you and me, she heard that phrase when she was younger and she took it literally. This phrase has been one that imprinted itself into the fabric of her being - she does her best to get the full story of anything to avoid having to make assumptions. Especially when people make assumptions about her, and more often are wrong.
Likes:
Singing Aloud
As she often finds herself wandering around on her own or spending the evenings hours alone she has come to soothe herself with the sound of her own singing. She isn’t overt about it and can often be heard softly singing to herself if snuck up on.
Teasing
This is the best way in her opinion to show true companionship. The ability to tease and poke fun at those around her gives her a sense of acceptance and family. It may even be considered a part of her love language.
Extreme Weather
Hurricanes, hail, blizzards, tornados - all of it. She loves the freedom that the weather is able to express in these powerful bursts. Almost envious in the way she watches these moments of natural rage, it is easily her favorite pastime to sit and watch.
Public Displays of Affection
As the extrovert she is she would be remiss to hold back her ability to express affection. If given to her first? Well you just got a lifelong friend and good luck breaking that attachment. The unabashed nature of PDA is the surest sign of true feelings in her opinion.
Wooded Areas
Much like her love of extreme weather she loves the feeling of expansive life in a wooded area like a forest. When she is feeling particularly overwhelmed the greenery instantly brings her mind back to center and reminds her of what is best about the world.
Diverse Fighting Styles
Gotta be ready for anything and everything that may come your way. Self reliance was an unfortunate consequence of her upbringing so the ability to adapt to the oncoming issue was paramount. So her love of learning was born, the more you knew the more you could call upon when you needed it.
Group Settings
The happiest place she can find herself is in a full area with opportunity to meet and grow relationships with people. Highly inquisitive and gregarious she finds herself in the heart of most gatherings solely because she put herself there.
Flaws:
Blunt
To the point and unconcerned with the appropriateness. She is firm on her belief that if you feel strongly enough about something that it causes an emotional reaction it's best to get it off your chest and speak your mind. This also goes hand in hand with her general honest nature.
Jealous
The relationships she manages to create are heavily guarded by her, physically and emotionally. She is a generally easy going person but even she has bouts of jealousy when she notices someone she likes getting closer with someone else.
Impatient
As a go getter she has a very low patience threshold, she is an ‘act now deal with consequences later’ kind of woman. So when she is required to act in stages or have patience for progress she can be seen becoming restless.
Meddlesome
Curious in nature she often puts her nose where it doesn’t belong. Be it with people and asking too many questions or by putting herself in the middle of conflict to ease tensions. She is a meddlesome woman and it is more than likely unwanted.
Reckless
The definition of ‘act first, think later’. Paired with her meddlesome tendencies she finds herself in more situations she could have avoided had she simply kept her head down. That is just something she can’t fight, the need to resolve issues and be helpful to someone somehow.
Open Hearted
The drive to help and be there for others stems from her open heartedness. A true believer in putting out into the world what you were never given. This one of her core traits and her biggest flaw, as good as it may seem it is a detriment.
Habits:
Cracking Joints
The snapping of air being released from between joints can be heard whenever she finds herself stressed. Starting at a young age whenever she felt tensions in the air of her home it was her way of self soothing without causing further issues. As an adult the habit persists.
Sarcasm
Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure. Sarcasm is a close second, another way she expresses herself to those she cares about is sarcasm. The dry, the snappy and the obvious - all of it can be used to effectively relieve tension and bring a flavor of lightheartedness to social situations.
Night Owl
The calm of the night, the peace it brings to a majority of souls - the brief escape from the worries of waking life. Who wouldn’t love the freedom that the night brings to the mind and body, no responsibility to anything but yourself for those few hours. So staying up into the wee hours of the night is a well developed addiction.
Eating Too Much
Though her actual diet doesn’t require this she would rather stab her own eye out then go without food. Comforting, invigorating, and ever changing with the variety of options and combinations! Most of her money, when she has it, is spent on trying some new dish somewhere along her path - it's a vice she will never be rid of.
Invading Personal Space
Being inquisitive and extroverted has brought this trait out in her over the years. Being close to people just feels good, especially when she likes the person in question. Touching others is often on the menu in her effort to create a connection with someone. Which leads to her sometimes getting a bit too close to someone.
Daily Exercise
Another adjacent reaction to her need to be adaptable. She keeps her body in its peak condition by exercising in some fashion daily, it’s a habit she has had all her life - at least she can’t recall when it became a habit at this point.
Fears:
Homelessness
Not the abject definition of homlessness per say, but the lack of a home to belong to. A family to call her own in some way, the expansive isolation of being homeless is a terrible fear she lives with.
Creepy Crawlers
While her love of animals is vast and expands from the cutest furriest animal to the weirdest looking fish she has a deep fear of bugs. Spiders in particular but anything that can be described as creepy or crawly is an automatic nope from this one.
Losing Senses
The most intense of her fears. This is one that might very well break her mentally if it were to happen; loss of sight, hearing, touch. If any of those were to suddenly be ripped away from her there would be instant panic.
Isolation
Her social nature isn’t just a symptom of her extroversion, even extroverts need their alone time every now and then. This is a fear of being trapped somewhere and abandoned for an extended amount of time. Left to sit idly with her own thoughts and no form of escape by diving into someone else’s mind for a time.
Ghosts
She knows they aren’t real, she knows what spirits look like. So why is she afraid of ghosts? Simply put, she loves scary stories and she especially loves exploring old places, and while the spirits lingering can be seen by her - it’s the stories that make her jump at the sound of creaking floorboards. Its a childish fear but she can’t help but get immersed in the story.
Medical Attention
Another oddity, but a common enough one. Specifically when needles are involved, her aversion to needles in this scenario is so deeply rooted. Even in routine check ups or the rare times she has to have blood drawn for whatever reason she can’t help trembling in fear as it goes down. Be it her distrust of the intention or the clinical environment but she will do what she can to avoid medical treatment.
Goals:
Finding a Family
The goal she has at the forefront of her mind at all times. The place she can call home and the people she can depend on through all the reckless situations she gets herself into. This drive to find that place or those people is what drives her forward on the path of wandering. One day she will find them.
Bringing Peace to Lost Souls
A mantra she has vowed to will into her actions. This goal will come with time and experience but she wants to be one of those who can bring peace to the tortured souls of the world. If she has to be what she is then she might as well make the best of her abilities and do some good with them.
Finding her “Other Half”
This is closely related to finding her family, but it has its own distinct flavor to it. She has seen this type of bond before and she is envious of it’s wholesomeness. The loyalty of two people in love is something she wants to a level of desperation. The need to belong to someone, and that one person wanting to belong to her.
Versatile Fighter
This is the most straightforward of her goals, and is the one most attainable on her own. With the right attitude and fortitude she can and will become as versatile a fighter as she can. Expanding her own abilities as well as growing her ability to harness a wide array of Dolls that not only fight with her but cover all the weak points. The ultimate form of adaptability in her mind is covering the widest amount of bases.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Overall Personality:
The wandering stray cat.
Though she is relatively young she acts as though she has lived and experienced more in life than someone her age should be able to claim. Experiencing the world around her is something she craves and actively achieves as she wanders around meeting people of all kinds along the way. In that time though she has had the distinct experience that could only be best described as one of a stray cat. The friendly and approachable stray that you find in your neighborhood, put out food for it and even grow attached to it before it disappears without a trace.
At a glance she appears like any other young woman, maybe one who had been in some severe accident but nevertheless persevered and lived her life to the fullest. Bubbly in essence she is easy to approach and strike up conversation with, and she will return that investment of time three fold if given the chance. It’s a fair assessment to describe her general outward demeanor as an attempt to cover up past hurt and controlling insecurities. While her kindness is genuine, so is that swirling self doubt that sits under the surface.
Open and earnest in all her interactions she is ready to get to know anyone, and her curiosity takes hold, steering her into the drivers’ seat in conversation. Talkative is an understatement and inquisitive is lacking in depth. Some might see it as being nosey but she just has a strong desire to know people and the souls that exist in them. Maybe in understanding and accepting others so freely they will accept her with similar gusto.
Now she is open to all people but she isn’t one note by any means, she has strong reactions to certain types of people. Not segregated by race or being, but personality; self righteous people are the bane of her existence. She often shows her comfortability level by exuding quirks like increasingly inappropriate teasing or the use of dryer sarcasm. Even further from that she is a rather expressive girl, not only with language but with her affection; ruffling of hair or clutching onto someone's arm while walking somewhere to name a few. Public displays of affection are something she is more than comfortable seeing and applying.
Excitable and blunt, caring and well meaning in all her actions - she has a deeper part of her personality that she works to hide. She is aware of the general attitude that being a Bount can bring out in those around her, especially those in the Soul Society. She carries this knowledge with her and from time to time it can dim the shine she usually bears. This can cause bouts of jealousy as she sees those she is able to make lasting relationships with ‘hers’ in a way, stemming from the fear of being unwanted.
Overall she is a girl filled with more love and desire to do good in the world than one would expect. She breaks the mold of the usual bount in more ways than one, strictly consuming the souls of already deceased humans that are on their way to become shinigami. She doesn’t wish to take the life of another but she is more than capable of defending herself if the need ever arose. Strong willed and hard working all she wants is to belong somewhere with someone that makes her life mean something - and erases the burden she believes her birth has left on the world.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style: Soldier V2
Fluid and up close. She prefers grappling moves that either weaken an opponent's balance or bring her to a point of leverage where hidden blades and gouging techniques come into play. Formal training in Eskrima in her earliest adult years which emphasize weapon-based fighting with sticks, knives, bladed weapons, and various improvised weapons, as well as "open hand" techniques without weapons. She is not beyond taking advantage of someone unawares and sees all shots as fair when combat is concerned.
In conjunction with Yurei in combat, Mizuki becomes a little less calculative in her moves, more feral. Yurei is a calculative doll whose main attack style is distraction - calling all attention to herself and the horrifying illusions that she brings forth. Mizuki takes full advantage of this doll in combat, whether by allowing copies to overwhelm the awareness of her opponent or simply allowing the opponent to fall victim to sensory deprivation. These two together are a lethal “mother-daughter” duo where Yueri feels overprotective over Mizuki and Mizuki uses that level of protection to let loose.
In conjunction with Ammet in combat, Mizuki becomes more calculative and careful. A nearly perfect yin to the yang of fighting with Yurei. Ammet is protective of Mizuki in a paranoid manner, only ever bursting into a violent rage when she is injured or in severe danger. She uses him as a sensory gauge and information broker for the most part but when it comes down to it he can be used as an emergency shield when holes in her fighting style are shown. In essence he is a panic button of a doll, meaning Mizuki is in the fullest control with Ammet on the field.
When the chips are down and both are needed on the field - it is a bad time. With how highly different she acts when either doll is out the conflict of interests makes a smooth combat style difficult to achieve. Not impossible but choppy, by that I mean she will have abrupt changes in her approach to battle minute to minute depending on the given need. Analytical to a fault, protective to a fault - all aspects of her fighting style meld into a misshapen conglomerate of disconnected thoughts and decisions. One minute going in for an evasive route then the next switching to a fluid onslaught where she brings herself to the victims throat.
Doll 1 Appearance and Overall Ability:
Appearance:
Yūrei appears as a large masked hybrid creature, a woman mixed with a fox. Standing at six feet even the doll’s body is cloaked in a long black robe that billows along the ground when in motion. Midnight black hair grows out from the horrifying mask, down in thick waves to the level of where one would assume the waist to be. Where the face should be is instead a mask frozen in an expression of devilish excitement, painted red lips frame the line of sharp teeth resembling a piranha; and deep sockets housing a pair of lightly glowing purple eyes. A pair of long white fennec fox ears stretch out from the tendrils of hair and sit at the same width as her shoulders. The skin that can be seen is pale with deep purple sigil-like tattoos covering nearly every inch, only to come to a point in 3 inch long pointed fingernails. Her voice is chilling and soft when she speaks on her own, though her lips never move, her face having that eerie trait that certain paintings have by always seeming to be looking at you no matter where you stand.
Type: Prodigy V2
Overall Ability
Dissonant Whispers
Yūrei has a power that can seem overly subtle to others that are lucky enough to have witnessed it and not been dragged into its power. The sourceless voice of Yūrei reaches out to any creature within 40 meters of them that is Not Mizu or her other dolls. This voice takes on the essence of whatever causes the deepest fear in whoever can hear so long as they do not have the appropriate illusion resistance. Illusion resistance of 1 between 40 and 30 meters is enough to reveal the voice as Yūrei’s own voice, at 29-15 meters it requires a 2 and any closer than 15 meters requires a 3 in illusion resistance to resist the effects of this fear inducing whisper.
Whenever someone is struck by the fear they start to see Small dolls appear out of shadows that start to creep across the ground as if reaching out for them. These dolls are formed of perfect porcelain although not pure white, instead as if skin of all tones has been solidified into porcelain and is cracked, chipped and in some cases full on broken leaving a void into the doll that seems to suck light around it into itself and devours it. These dolls are all around two to three feet tall and all have purple glowing eyes, sometimes they only have one eye as the other is missing.
There can be one of these illusion dolls in existence per 50 points of Reatsu Strength that Yūrei has. Each Person that is affected has its own separate doll count that can be inserted into their illusions. To create a doll in an illusion costs 25 Reatsu and the dolls each only have a durability equal to half of Yūrei’s Spiritual pressure stat. The Dolls themselves can be used as Conduits for any of Yūrei’s techniques.
Likewise if a Doll comes in contact (Dolls move at Yūrei’s Speed ) with someone affected by Dissonant whispers the Doll will begin to sob violently and cling tightly to the person. While a doll is clinging to a person Yūrei Can attempt to take full possession of their body and so long as Yūrei can spend an amount of reatsu equal to the targets Reatsu strength the Target is considered a Doll for the purposes of use as a conduit for Yūrei's techniques but it not under their physical control.
The side effect of which is that the Possessed target can allow even those normally immune to Dissonant whispers to be affected by Yūrei’s Techniques.
Doll 1 Techniques:
Cutting words:
"Words cut deeper than the sharpest blade"
Yūrei causes every doll in every illusion to become aggressive, For the duration of this technique Dolls can no longer cling to a target and possess them however their fingers shatter into a spray of black ichor and blades shoot out of their shattered joints. These blades have a OS equal to Yūrei’s RS. This Technique lasts for 1 post per 100 Reatsu that is spent to active it and when it ends all dolls in all illusions are instantly shattered. Wounds caused by these illusions are real even if the dolls can not be seen by someone unaffected by the illusion they can see the wounds appearing on the flesh of someone that is afflicted by the technique.
Fear of the unknown:
"It isnt the monster that you know that scares you. its the one under your bed that you only hear at night."
Activating this technique Can be done from any Doll or possessed Target. This Ability when used from a doll inside of an illusion requires the target to have Lack of Fear (Class 7-5 = 1 | Class 4-2 = 2 | Class 1 = 3) to entirely resist. If The target can see the doll this is being used through the target begins to see that Doll as either Yūrei or as Mizu herself. Energy sensory can not distinguish between the original and the new illusory copy unless the target has an energy sensory equal to Yūrei’s RS score. This technique costs 50 reatsu to activate and costs 50 reatsu per post to keep active. This cost is per doll affected by this illusion.
If this effect is done using a possessed target any person unaffected by Dissonant whispers must be within 10 meters of the possessed target to be affected and a Lack of fear (Class 7-5 = 1 | Class 4-2 = 2 | Class 1 = 3) will fully resist the effect. While any creature other than Mizu and her own dolls is within 10 meters of the possessed target their speed is reduced by Half so long as they can perceive that target as they are radiating their own internalized fears that have been building up through their suffering of dissonant whispers.
We all wear masks:
"At the end.. All we are is the masks we wore in life don't you think?"
This technique requires a target to be possessed and for there to be at least 4 other dolls within their illusion. To activate this technique Yūrei must spend 400 Reatsu and The target May spend Double that amount to instantly prevent the technique from firing. This Technique afflicts the possessed target with an Illusion that encompasses their entire reality. they are no longer able to Perceive reality and can only see void.. And the mask of Yūrei in the distance is as large as a building in the distance. The Target of this technique is only under its effects for a single post unless they stop it from being activated by paying the cost. Or if they have illusion resist of ((Class 7-5 = 1 | Class 4-2 = 2 | Class 1 = 4) this can not afflict them. If this technique is Interrupted by the target there is a three post cooldown before it can be attempted again.
All choked up:
"Emotions have a way of.. Spewing out of us at the worst times don't they?"
This technique can only be used on a target that is possessed. It costs 150 reatsu to activate and the possessed target will cease to be affected by the illusion of Dissonant whispers while this technique is active. The formerly possessed target with start spewing forth black ichor as their mouth unhinges without pain or damage to the body. A single doll from the illusion of Dissonant whispers crawls out of the mouth of the formerly possessed target and has become real. This technique lasts until that doll is broken and any technique that could be used on a doll inside of an illusion can be used on this new doll. Only one such doll can be made at any time.
Jealousy Burns:
"Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."
This Technique can only be activated if there is a possessed target. The possessed target begins to emanate a physical Miasma into reality that afflicts anyone who is not the Possessed target, Mizu, or her Dolls. This Miasma Can be resisted by poison resist 2. This Miasma seeps through anything that does not have an OS equal to Yurei's RS and once it seeps into any creature that creature begins to seep black ichor out of their eyes, ears and mouth. This Miasma saps the strength of any creature afflicted by it by 25% of Yurei's RS. This Technique costs 250 Reatsu to activate and costs 75 Reatsu per post to maintain up to a maximum of 6 posts of activation.
Leave.. Like they all do!:
"They all leave in the end. they find out it's not all bubbles and sparkles.. there's scars there too.. And they leave new ones when they leave"
This technique can only be activated by Yurei if ALL potential targets in Dissonant whispers are immune to the overall. She herself will begin to shriek like a banshee as her mask cracks and turns from a smile into a harsh serrated rage face. The Area of effect of Dissonant whispers is cut down to 10 meters and any creature that is not Mizu or her dolls within that area is subject to pulsing waves of sound that pulse outward at Yurei's speed and shreds the flesh of any creature that it washes over. This pulse is a visible wall of black/purple energy and the sound of slicing metal precedes it giving away its damaging nature. These pulses cost 50 reatsu per pulse to summon and this technique costs 100 reatsu to activate and 100 per post to keep active.
Doll 2 Appearance and Overall Ability:
Appearance:
Mostly unperceivable as he lives in the shadows of his master and of others it is rare to see his actual appearance. Mostly showing himself in sections at a time, a long clawed arm being the most common. If he were to completely manifest himself separate from shadow he would be an imposing sight to see. Sitting at eight feet and standing at double that he looks like a hell hound mixed with a living shadow. Billowing streams of smoke form themselves into a mane and tail coming from a dark gray stone-like body. Every edge of his body is lined with rows of gnarled teeth that come to a point with long clawed hands and feet. His face is also a sharp point with slits for eyes and a long opening of a mouth that reaches deep into his neck if he were to fully open his mouth. Sprouting from his chest is a row of cracked ribs with an exposed section of glowing red like a beating heart - only some of this red ichor can be seen between his usually closed mouth and eyes. He has no voice of his own and communicates in her mind with the sound of a voice coming through static.
Type: Shadow
Overall Ability:
Surreptitious Meddler
Ammet's power is unique in that when he manifests, It takes someone who can perceive things in a special way to know that he is manifested at all. Ammet Is a living shadow, quite literally. He exists in shadows and any shadow he is part of will not disappear in bright light, this being one of the only obvious signs that Ammet is around. Ammet can stretch the shadow he is inhabiting until it touches another at which point he can invade that other shadow so long as the new shadow belongs to a creature or an object with less spiritual pressure than he himself has. While he possesses a shadow he is unable to be detected by an Energy sensory score of less than his own spiritual pressure score as well. Likewise when attached to a shadow he is brought along at whatever speed the owner of the shadow moves at which is a perk in that he does not have to move himself and thus does not have to use stamina to get around unless he is stretching a shadow around under his own power which is done at his own speed.
Ammet Can likewise share his mind with the owner of the shadow he is inhabiting so long as they are willing or do not possess Strength of will of 2 or greater if he wants to force the issue. Ammet May also manifests himself physically which looks like coalesced shadow fog with enough mass to interact with the world. Doing so, even if it is just a single limb enacts his Type fatigue even if he does not attack at all manifesting himself outside of a shadow is extremely tiring for this creature who is there for tracking information more than for fighting. Ammets manifesting his body is done at his own speed and if his entire body is manifested outside of a shadow he may dive into any shadow he himself touches to rest. While inside of a shadow Ammet is not immune to damage and can be impacted as if he were solid if someone can detect him to know to harm him.
While he is Inside of a shadow He has full cognitive abilities using his senses and Energy sensory stats as normal, he is however unable to Use many of his techniques without being at least somewhat Manifested.
Doll 2 Techniques:
The Void Stares Back:
"If you stare long into the Abyss, The abyss stares back into you"
Ammet Does not like being seen for what he is, and this technique is the only technique that he can use while not manifesting a physical body. If someone other than Mizu and her dolls are Looking directly at the shadow that Ammet is Occupying They will see the edges of that shadow lined in rows of Razor sharp teeth with a glowing center eye that burns deep into those that witness it, those with a total of (Class 7-5 = 1 | Class 4-3 = 2 | Class 2 = 3 | Class 1 = 5) between Strength of will and lack of fear will be able to pull their gaze away from the Maw and Eye. Those who can not resist its draw will find themselves drawn towards it moving at at least half their speed towards the shadow until they are standing inside of it and staring directly into it. A character who is afflicted with this Compulsion who has at least a 3 total between Lack of fear and strength of will can still launch attacks and defend themselves from attacks so long as they are still moving towards the maw and eye, and while they are standing in the shadow they can still launch attacks from within it though their instinct will be lowered by 100 points or to 25% of their total whichever is lower.
This technique requires Ammet to be within a shadow and costs 250 reatsu to activate and costs another 250 to be extended another posts and may only be extended 2 extra posts beyond the first for a total of three consecutive posts of effect, and once the effect is ended it goes on cooldown for 4 posts, the first two of which while they do not drain stamina if he is not acting can not be counted as rest posts.
Encroaching Shadows:
"They creep in, you know? From the edge of your vision, as the light inside you dies.."
Ammet doesn't like manifesting, but his will to protect Mizu if she is in danger. This technique Sucks Mizu into the Shadow he is occupying and Spits his manifested body out of the shadow as only one entity can take up the space inside his shadow. Mizuki is swallowed at Ammets speed straight down into the shadow and Ammet is Manifested at the same speed. While this technique is active Mizuki is fully aware of her own surroundings and can fire any ranged techniques she knows from the shadow. Mizuki is targetable the same way that Ammet would be in his shadow state, however to compensate for this He is capable of using a single Step tech that Mizuki knows once per post for double its standard reatsu cost.
While this Technique is active Ammet burns through 2 posts of stamina for each post he is manifested and can only keep this Technique active for a total of 4 posts, which would eat 8 consecutive posts of stamina. Likewise this costs 300 reatsu to activate and 100 per post to maintain. Once this technique is ended either early or the full duration Mizu and Ammet change places at Ammets speed and this ability can not be used again for an amount of posts equal to the amount of stamina posts he consumed using it. Likewise the first half of posts that this technique is on Cooldown for do not consume stamina if he is dormant, but do not count as rest posts either.
Clawing Darkness:
"You aren't afraid of the dark.. You are afraid of what's inside it"
Ammet can be aggressive when he wants to be, and doing so brings him a sick sort of joy. His manifested form is literally wreathed in teeth and glows from the inside with a red seething glee. This technique Manifests his head on a smoky tendril that launches itself at Ammets speed and allows him to Bite down on anything within 5 meters of the shadow Ammet inhabits this attack impacts with a force equal to his Reitsu Strength. Anything that is bitten by this technique is Marked with Black spot on their body that sprouts a Void filled black Maw that is wreathed in teeth. These maws can be Removed from a character by spending Reatsu equal to half of Ammets reatsu strength. These Maws Spread along the body of the afflicted for each post they remain on them and seek to wrap around a limb, or the neck if struck on the shoulder. These Maws stretch to appear like a zipper of teeth and it stretches 1 inch per 100 RS Ammet has per post. When a maw fully encircles a limb it is removed as if it had been severed. This technique costs 75 reatsu to activate and Each maw costs 50 reatsu to maintain per post.
Embrace the Void:
"We become aware of the void as we fill it"
Ammet Manifests fully for this technique and Rushes at his target at 2x speed, the rows of teeth along his body finally reveal their full purpose as they open along his limbs and chest opens a endless void that is depthless and and never ending, like a portal to a world full of red light and gnashing formless maws that whisper paranoid mutterings and self conscious secrets. Any creature that is struck by the rush must have a offensive stat equal to or greater than Ammet's RS to prevent being engulfed by this technique. If a Target is devoured by the maw, Ammet can not hide in a shadow until they are either spat out or die. The Engulfed target suffers Intense grinding damage as the maw starts to crunch and grind them as if being chewed on. A character once engulfed can retaliate albeit perhaps a bit strained. The Technique takes 350 Reatsu to activate and if a target is engulfed it costs Ammet 2 posts of Stamina for each post he keeps a target engulfed.
A engulfed target may be spat out at any time allowing Ammet to jump back into a shadow to hide. However this technique if it engulfs a Enemy causes it to go on cooldown once a target is spat out and the cooldown is equal to the amount of stamina posts Ammet has used via this technique and the first half of that cooldown can not count as rest posts even if Ammet is completely dormant.
Vanity reversed:
"It hurts, doesn't it? Giving someone everything you can think of. The wings to fly and roots to stay and yet watch them choose none of those, leaving you hanging in the middle of void and nothingness"
This Technique Forces Ammet to fully manifest and open its maw just enough to wrap around Mizuki like armor. This Technique Merges Ammet's Speed onto Mizu's Up to a maximum of Three times Mizuki's speed and Adds Half of his Reatsu strength to Mizuki's Own Reatsu Strength up to a maximum of 3x. This Technique Costs Both Mizuki and Ammet 150 Reatsu per post of active use and causes Ammet to lose 2 posts of Stamina per post that this armor is active, likewise Ammet is dragged along with Mizuki as she moves at the new speed but each post Mizuki is also bleeding from the Rows of teeth that have penetrated her skin. Using this Technique can only be done once per thread and Damage taken by one of them is shared between the two of them. Once this technique is ended Ammet is sent back into his sealed state and can not be resummoned for 5 posts.
All will be consumed:
"Let them be gone now, them and all the others, those I have used and those I have not used, give me back the pains I lent them and vanish"
This technique requires that Ammet be occupying a shadow that is larger than 100 square feet. Similar to The Void stares back, Ammet causes the edge of this shadow to be wreathed in wriggling teeth and to be filled with different pockets of eerily glowing red light. A sound like a distant fog horn emanates from inside of the void created by Ammet's presence. Any creature that is not Mizu or her dolls that are standing inside of this Pocket of Void begin to feel as if their souls are being drained away. A target is any creature standing inside of the border within 5 meters of the surface. This Technique Drains 250 Reatsu from any target in the area and that Reatsu is fully Consumed inside the void and 25% of the total absorbed is sent to Mizuki so long as she is standing inside of the void.. This occurs so long as they step fully inside of the zone, but can only occur once per post if they leave and come back during the same post.
The activation of this technique costs 500 Reatsu and Costs 100 per post to keep active and while active this drains 2 posts of stamina instead of 1 and once ended is forced on cooldown and the cooldown is equal to the amount of stamina posts Ammet has used via this technique and the first half of that cooldown can not count as rest posts even if Ammet is completely dormant.
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-History-
Birthplace: Kawaguchik, Yamanashi Prefecture, Japan
Current Residence: Karakura, Japan
Memorable Figures:
Yamashiro Kou
The father figure of the orphanage where Mizuki was left as a baby. He was gentle and kind, patient and unassuming in her formative years while being able to instill the best lessons without harshness. He was already reaching elderly status when she came to be in his care so there wasn’t much time to spend with him. He was the first to find her left bundled up on the doorstep and her face the last he saw before his eyes shut for the last time. He had run the orphanage with his devoted wife since they were in their early twenties and discovered to be unable to have children of their own, instead dedicating their lives to the children unwanted in the world.
Nakama Kou
The wife of Yamashiro and the mother figure of the orphanage. She was the most nurturing to the children under her care, but not without a temper that came out in full force - only when deserved. One of the funniest people that Mizuki had ever met, and definitely the one to help mold her personality into what it is now. She still runs the orphanage in her old age with the help of volunteers and some of the older kids who had decided to stay in the city. She was very sad to see Mizuki go but she understood that everyone has their own path and assured her that she would always have a place to rest if she needed.
Ozaki Chou
Mizuki’s birth mother, there isn’t much known about her other than her name as it was signed at the bottom of the letter that was left with her. Though she has ideas of what this woman was like she could only feel bitter about the whole thought.
History:
Born some eighty six years ago to a woman as unknown as the world west of the pacific, Ozaki Chou, the only thing given by this woman was her name. She had heard Nakama and Yamashiro talking in her later years about that night, particularly after times when she had had to be disciplined for something or other. In those fleeting conversations she had pieced together her origins - though scant in detail. She had been dropped off at the doorstep to the Kou Orphanage when she was roughly 6 months old; it seems her birth mother had tried to keep her for some time but had been overcome with the responsibility… or perhaps simply disgusted by her appearance. Nakama had apparently been wary about taking her in, afraid as most were in her childhood that she was sickly or diseased, but it had been Yamashiro who had convinced his wife to allow her to stay and have some semblance of a home.
These conversations that she was never meant to hear were easily the most triggering in her young life. Giving her a complex that she had to be more appealing to others to be accepted, more friendly, more easy going, just more of everything. Only then would people be able to look past her creepy appearance. This of course led her to be self conscious and earn a multitude of fears - one of the most prominent of course being her inability to find a place to truly call home with people who loved her.
Life in the Kou’s care was one filled with constant change as an influx of children came and went, some being adopted after only a few weeks in their care and some aging out of the home and leaving to make a life for themselves. The home itself wasn’t large, a decent sized family estate passed down in the Kou family on the male side over a few generations. She never wanted for necessities but it wasn’t to say she didn’t notice the disparity between herself and others her age. They kept the children in rooms by sex and tried to keep the peace between the varied ages and the issues that could arise from a sixteen year old sharing a room with a seven year old.
All the children were able and encouraged to attend school in the town, but it wasn’t something they were able to enforce with the large family they cared for. Often as the children aged up and became more rebellious they could be found being dragged back to the orphanage by an enforcement officer for ditching. When it was time for Mizuki to attend school she remembered the first day vividly - excited and nervous as she ran through the gates for the first time. The high of anticipation only wore off to allow her attention to wander when she was seated in her homeroom, only then noticing the whispering of the other students. Having grown up in the Kou home the other children had just gotten used to her appearance to the point of complacency; but in this new environment it was made clear she was ‘other’.
At one point a hush of silence fell over the room before hands were slammed down on her desk and her personal space was invaded with a malicious smile. Feeling intimidation and fear for the first time she looked up to see a group of girls gathered behind the girl who was leaning into her space. The details of the conversation that followed are hazy now but it boiled down to this group laying down the law to the rest of their class that the ‘living dead girl’ was to be ignored, as all ghosts were to be ignored. The confrontation ended before she was able to get a word out, though she was too stunned to form anything anyways - the remainder of the day went by in a blur of snickering and lessons.
Elementary and Middle school had more of the same treatment. Her nickname given that day became who she was in a way, a true ghost. Of course without the distractions and trappings of a normal school life she was able to fully invest her time in her studies. Becoming the top student in their year and holding it for the duration of her time in school. The only people who seemed to give her any recognition were her teachers, but it didn’t go much further than what seemed to be obligatory praise. Painfully obvious she was being ostracized from the group but offering no help. The only good thing outside of lessons she found herself drawn to was the physical education provided - namely the gym she had access to.
She was around thirteen at the time, roaming during the lunch hour, when she came across the weight room. She had been in the gym several times over the years but she had been so focused on the lesson and losing herself in them that she hadn’t noticed the room attached to the large room. Since that day she spent the remainder of her lunch building herself up physically, it was it’s own form of escape and she grew addicted to the feeling of peace and progress she gained. It was in this hour that she would do all sorts of work; strength mainly but also agility work and flexibility work. The isolation was wearing on her though and soon she began to sing to herself softly as she did more static movements - the room’s acoustics mixed well with her high voice echoing back to ease the loneliness.
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As she reached the last years of highschool she found herself living in the library in the hours outside of school before returning to the Kou home. It was in these walls that she felt the most herself, no one bothering anyone and all the stories in the world to lose herself in - it was her escape. Which is why it shouldn’t shock that it was also where she met the person that stuck in her mind to this day; bright green hair and oddly formal attire - he looked more out of place than she did. Wearing her school uniform still, she found herself stealing glances often at him as he paroused the shelves, mirroring his movements to keep him in her sights from a distance. Hoping to go unnoticed she was sure it wasn’t obvious that she was staring at this point. After a few moments of mental back and forth she finally convinced herself that talking to him and getting the rejection over with would be better than the growing curiosity getting out of hand.
Snapping the book closed she let out a swift huff of air before turning abruptly toward the stranger and approaching him with as much confidence as she could muster. Years of being shunned by her own peers brought a slight tremble to her finger tips, nerves growing as she got closer. Finally coming to a stop a few feet from him and leaning in a bit to look at the book he was holding, she had yet to look up at his face for fear of losing her sudden nerve to put herself out there. “You don’t strike me as the type to be into … the Kamakura Era’s history?”, the end of her sentence would come up like a question, an eyebrow automatically raising. It was then she would look up and see the cold look being given, by what was arguably a very attractive face. Regardless of the cold hostility he was exuding, there was a shadow of a smirk on his face - and she found it hard to pull back as a flush of color ran across her cheeks. The moment was maybe a few seconds in total but the look was cut off as he quickly reshelved the book and turned away from her, leaving without a word. While it was similar to her usual treatment, he had at least looked at her.
Straightening up as he went she would tuck the book she held behind her back and give a soft smile to his back. How anyone would see that interaction as anything but bad, for Mizuki it was eye opening - that people outside of the small world she lived in could recognize her, were capable of seeing her. Twisted? Yes of course, but that wasn’t to be unexpected at this point. She would never see that man again though, not in passing or at a distance, as if a mirage, he vanished from her life. She graduated with the same ghost of recognition and ultimately decided it time to explore the world outside of the one she had grown up in - perhaps there were more people out there that could see her and want her; and not simply tolerate her.
Thus she left her home to go explore the world, meeting people along the way in search of a place to call home, and maybe even a green haired man.
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