Post by Douma on Oct 5, 2015 18:11:23 GMT -5
Name: [Lax Paral aka Crow]
Statistics: [Fullbringer, Class 1, Soldier, Mercenary Rank 4, 23 years old, Affiliated with Douma]
Basic Appearance:
Height/Weight: [6'6"/183 lbs.]
Faceclaim - Vincent Valentine
Crow, Agent of Douma
When you first look at Lax, you notice his height. He is fairly tall, measuring six feet and six inches. He lords his height over others, standing straight up and looking down at people. He wants you to know that you are smaller, shorter, inferior. His posture simply oozes overconfidence. His shoulders are rolled back, his chest slightly puffed out, his feet set firmly into the ground, and his chin slightly raised though his eyes locked completely at you while pointed down. It is the posture of someone so full of himself that nothing matters but your appearance.
Lax’s face is mostly obscured by his more than shoulder length, straight black hair, but despite that his deep crimson eyes are almost always visible, one of them if not both. Keeping his hair away from his eyes, quite often found tied around his forehead is a red bandana that matches his eyes in hue. This bandana is a plain cloth material made by a long strip wrapped around his head. It covers the upper half of the face, from just above the eyes all the way past where his hair starts. His face is clear of acne and blemish, and his teeth are a slight shade of off white. They aren’t the most perfect colored teeth, but they are straight.
Lax often wears a loose cloak draped over him to hide his clothes underneath. He wears very common clothing for his age, though he hates to let people look at his body. This is mainly because he grew up quite tall, but he didn’t fill out so well. His build is fine; he looks quite normal with an averagely broad set of shoulders and averagely filled out chest and abs. All of this looks normal, except for his terribly bony arms. No matter how much he works out, his muscles only get lean, they refuse to buff up. His shame over his arms in comparison to others causes him to keep the red loose cloak draped over him in order to hide and keep his image of self-confidence.
When Lax does work on Douma’s behalf, he dresses himself a little differently for practical purposes. He wears a carbon steel mask with a golden tinted glass on the front to grant him unobstructed vision while still hiding his face. His cloak includes a hood, also convenient for hiding himself, while also allowing him to hide weapons and supplies from sight. A grey scarf is wrapped around his neck, and padded pants and combat boots cover the remainder of his lower body. His “work clothes” are rather simple, but the appearance is quite menacing. It was appropriate attire for Crow.
Basic Personality:
Dislikes:
Weakness – being weak makes you useless. Those who are weak are unable to accomplish their goals, and they cannot they help others to accomplish their goals either.
Cowards – those that back out of commitments. If you say you’re going to do something, follow through. If you don’t, you’re a coward. Cowardice is a trait of those who are scum and slime.
Tiny little dogs – they yip and yap way too much. If I can use it like a football to punt it more than then yards, then it does not deserve the title of “dog”
Peanut butter – I know that it’s strange, but I don’t like it. It’s often too dry, too chalky, too overpowering. With copious amounts of jam it can be improved, but that’s about all that can improve it.
Baldness – I take a great amount of pride in my hair. To lose all my hair would make me lose all of my self-image. That my arms are bony is bad enough, but to lose all my hair would be devastating. And while I’m on the topic of my arms…
My bony little arms – they are out of place, shriveled, wrong on so many levels. People seeing them, they probably laugh, chuckle, think down of me. That is unacceptable. I must be the top dog, and these arms just will not do.
The color green – it’s the color of things like vomit, bile, and snot. It’s a nasty little color that has little going for it save plants. Plants are good, the color green not so much.
Dr. Whooves - It is a blasphemous character of the utmost heretical nature. Turning something as sacred as the Doctor into a pony is unforgivable.
Likes:
Me – I’m pretty awesome. I’m tall, I’ve got sweet red eyes, my hair is pretty epic too. Who wouldn’t want to be such a good looking guy? Besides my stupid arms I am the very image of cool and the epitome of male kind.
The color yellow – it’s the color of good things like the sun’s warmth and lemon pie. Yellow is a good color, and it just happens to be the color of my birthstone! How lucky am I?
Dr. Who - Enough said. He's a boss. He ends entire species without blinking and travels anywhere and anywhen he wants. His name can stop invading armies and he is the most legit thing to walk the face of the earth and any other planet for that matter. You do NOT mess with the Doctor.
Pie – pie is really good. I like all the kinds of pie, from lemon to apple to shepherds to peach to raspberry to rhubarb to chocolate… there are just too many kinds of pie to keep track of, and I can always throw some stuff at a pie shell and make a new one!
Sandals – I like them a bit more than closed toe shoes because I like to let my toes breathe. Wiggling them feels quite good in the summertime, though in the wintertime even I resort to closed toe shoes.
Myself – oh… did I already say that one? Eh, I don’t care. I’m cool enough to be on the list twice.
Medieval weaponry – it’s very interesting. It’s barbaric in use, quite often, but it also has its place in the glory of history. From the barbaric mace to the more sophisticated mace and chain, from the rough hacking claymore to the sleek elegant katana, from the catapult to the trebuchet, they are all very interesting.
Modern weaponry – though medieval weaponry is interesting, so too is modern weaponry. Using the simple gunpowder filled shell causing rapid gas expansion to propel a simple piece of metal at insane velocities, there are so many different types of handguns, rifles, shotguns.
The Falcon – it is a bird of extreme grace, though it is brutal in its hunting. It embodies who I am. It embodies my mind above all other symbols that I know of.
Flaws:
Very egotistical – Lax has a very inflated sense of self. He tends to carry himself like he owns the place and boss others around at times.
Scary – Lax has a very scary aura about him. This causes most people to shun him or just generally avoid him. This does not do well for his social skills.
Socially deficient – Due to people not generally liking to be around him, Lax has had little to no practice in being an upstanding citizen. He rarely filters his thoughts and he often is completely rude with an utter lack of manners.
Slightly paranoid – Due to his physique that he is very self-aware about, Lax is paranoid that others will look at him funny because of it, or laugh or sneer. This furthers his separation from society as he keeps himself away from others.
Habits:
Lax tends to ignore people that he has no interest in, completely turning his back on them and walking away. This is in part to his poor social skills. This often gets him in trouble with those of higher authority than him,
When people force their presence on Lax, he will snarl at them like a feral dog, even standing up straight to appear extremely imposing with his tall height.
Lax often hides behind his mask in order to protect himself from judgmental glances due to his odd physique, at least, his paranoia tells him that they look at him judgmentally.
Fears:
Going bald. Yes, this is fairly vain, but Lax is very proud of his hair. Going bald is one thing he will not tolerate at all, and even fears.
Being too weak. If he is weak, then he cannot accomplish his goals. If he cannot accomplish his goals, then what purpose is there to life? Losing a purpose for life is one of the only things Lax truly fears, due to his utter lack of it.
Douma. The man's terrifying and incredibly powerful. No matter how strong Lax gets, Douma seems to be above him. He's smart and ruthless, and most importantly, terrifying. Douma is almost a role model for the fullbringer.
Goals:
Lax’s greatest purpose is to inspire great fear in all hearts. He worked for Douma out of a combination and fear and respect for the rogue’s ability to bring terror everywhere he goes. However, Douma is more methodical and power-obsessed. Lax views gaining power as another means to bring terror to others. He serves Douma because of the compatibility of their ambitions.
Alignment: [Chaotic Evil]
Overall Personality:
If one was to get close in proximity to Lax, he would probably leave them there and move on. He is very anti-social, only loosely managing to hang on to a small number of people who choose to be his friend. His often moody demeanor and haughty stare often turn others around and away from him without him having to act himself. He rarely smiles, saving those few smiles for moments when he is particularly devoting himself to a vicious activity. If he smiles, it is going to be a creepy, near maniacal grin almost from ear to ear. His self-absorbed posture and usually gloomy facial expressions are only the outside to a very troubled psychological being.
Inside his mind is a maelstrom of pain and agony, but rarely directed at himself. Due to his poor social skills and long isolation from most of civilized culture, Lax gets very irritated very fast. However, he maintains his composure and calmly tears them limb from limb in his mind. The innermost being of his brain is utterly complex and seemingly paradoxical. He is completely calm in his mind, capable of maintaining focus on any one task for hours, blocking out all other stimuli. He can ignore things that have no bearing on his current situation and instead react to whatever is important at the time.
However, among this calm is a brutal viciousness and chaos manifesting in horrid and gory imaginations. His imaginations are his solace, his world away from the world. In his head, he is King and no one dare stand up to him. His daydreams sustain him; keep him going through the day. Without his daydreams, life is bland and basically meaningless. But, inside his world life is exciting. Things that matter happen to him, he has powers above all others, and he is the shaper of his own unique little world.
Lax is not a very organized person. He never had to deal with others very much growing up, so he is basically the epitome of a terrible roommate. When he gets home from whatever it is he was doing, he tosses his stuff on the ground, leaves it all over the place. He washes the dishes only when there is no room for the next dishes he wants to cram into the sink. His laundry piles up for weeks before he crams it into the washer, often being too lazy for soap. He wears the same clothes five or six days in a row because he doesn’t care to interact with people enough for them to notice. His cloak covers his clothing anyways, so he rarely cares.
Lax doesn't fear much in the world, besides his vanity there is nothing that causes him to be afraid. This is one of the reasons why he is such a socially inept person. From not being able to feel fear, his developmental process was slowed. To feel fear in going out and making friends and overcoming that fear, as well as other things of the same nature, makes a child stronger and helps them to acclimate into society better. Lax didn't get that boost of confidence that others received as children, he was too busy focusing on scraping a living out of poverty and orphanhood, thus as a result he is the mostly emotionless man, outwardly, that he is today.
Above all, the man is a monster when it comes to his addition to fear. He’s not addicted to feeling afraid, but rather has an unhealthy obsession with causing others to become afraid. This obsession and addiction manifests in incredibly criminal behavior without an attempt to justify it. It is all to satisfy his desires and needs. He’s not above torture of innocents, even murder if it will get him the high that he desires. A truly dangerous man to have in the employ of Douma.
Powers Overview:
Main Fullbring Appearances: [Insert Here]
Sealed: When sealed, Lax’s primary Fullbring appears to be a gold class ring from his high school, with his yellow topaz birthstone set into it. On one side is a falcon mid-flight with the year in which they graduated, 2012, and on the other is an image of a demon.
Sealed Fullbring
Primary Fullbring Level 1:
Upon releasing his Fullbring to stage 1, either with or without properties, the class ring glows yellow, his eyes glow pure yellow, and the ring suddenly transforms into a black pistol. The pistol is not unique. It is a Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm handgun, and there seem to be many of its kind. However, it does emanate a faint yellow glow over the black exterior. Lax can turn this glow off if he wishes.
Primary Fullbring Level 1
Primary Fullbring Level 2:
The level 2 form of Lax’s primary Fullbring is fairly unimpressive as well. Now, instead of one handgun, he now has two. Wow!
Main Fullbring Name: [Fear's Great Might]
Main Fullbring Name: [Field of Nightmares]
Main Fullbring Level 1 Property: [“Beware Your Fears”]
The physical gun of Lax’s released fullbring has one special ability in that it never runs out of ammunition. Therefore, he never has to reload. However, the true strength of Lax’s release does not stem from its physical form. Instead, it has a far more extensive effect. The first level of Lax’s fullbring establishes a Fear Field, a region that extends 50 feet from Lax at all times. Within the Fear Field, every time someone expends reiatsu for any reason, Lax places a fear counter on them. Furthermore, if an object or technique that contains their reiatsu enters the Fear Field, Lax places a fear counter on them as well. The fear counter is just a mechanic to help explain how Lax’s ability functions. There is no limit to how many fear counters each target can have placed on them, but each ability of the Fullbringer requires fear counters in some form.
The Level 1 Property gives Lax one option with his fear countes. By removing one fear counter from a target that is within the Fear Field and paying 100 reiatsu, he may cause their greatest nightmares to surface. From a shallow perspective, he is capable of breaking their focus at will. However, the method through which he does so is truly cruel. He forces them to experience a brief glimpse of their worst horrors, making it impossible to concentrate for that short second or two. But even then, the psychological damage lasts throughout the fight. Those with offensive stat superiority, superior class than Lax, or a 3 in Lack of Fear are immune to this ability. Another way to avoid the nightmare is to stay out of the Fear Field. However, this might be quite difficult for Lax is capable of suppressing the reiatsu that makes up the Fear Field in the same way that he suppresses his own reiatsu, making it difficult to detect if not in use. Even releasing his fullbring can be done as he suppresses his reiatsu, although he cannot do so while using its active abilities that require a reiatsu cost. The level 1 ability is retained in the higher levels of release as well.
Main Fullbring Level 2 Properties:
You Cannot Outrun Your Demons
This first property is very simple. All it does is enhance the level one ability of Lax’s fullbring. Now, instead of requiring offensive stat superiority, 2x offensive stat superiority is needed instead to resist Beware Your Fears. Furthermore, the Fear Field becomes significantly larger, extending 200 feet from Lax. And last, and definitely least, is the added physical effect. Before, Lax’s pistol had unlimited ammunition, but it was still a semi-automatic handgun. Now, it has the firing rate of an AK-47 too! And there’s two guns now, so double the trouble!
All My Friends are Demons
By removing 2 Fear Counters and paying 200 reiatsu, Lax is capable of creating demonic copies of his targets anywhere within the Fear Field. These copies may appear exactly the same as their real counterparts, or, if Lax desires, he may pervert them as he likes to terrorize his enemies as much as possible. Each demon will have no spiritual stats or energy sensory, 150 in senses and instinct, and 400 in strength and speed that will be boosted according to the Brave type stat boosts. Lax may choose to increase speed over strength or vice versa. While the demons are his creation, they are intelligent and follow his will as they act with their own minds.
The flaw with these demons is their delicacy. Any form of damage automatically vaporizes the demons. However, physical assaults are dangerous. If a demon makes physical contact with an enemy, it will force them them to experience a long, horrid nightmare in the span of a second. This is a much more potent effect than Lax’s Level 1 ability, and is definitely fearsome. This effect can be resisted with 2x offensive stat superiority or a 3 in Lack of Fear. Furthermore, the moment a demon leaves the Fear Field, it will vaporize.
Beautiful Nightmare
Beautiful nightmare creates phantoms, but unlike the demons from the previous property, Lax does not create these. The target’s mind does. Their most terrifying fears will manifest into the form of a physically intangible phantom with similar stats as the demons, except it has 1000 speed and 0 strength, and is immune to fatigue. Unless the target has a 3 in Lack of Fear, Calm Mind, or Battle Focus, they will also be incapable of ignoring the phantom. It will always seem to command their attention. And all it takes for Lax to spawn these creatures is 4 fear counters and 500 reiatsu.
But the distracting presence of the phantoms is just part of their usefulness. Lax doesn’t just want to replicate others’ nightmares. He wants to become them. By paying an additional 300 reiatsu, he can instantaneously trade places with a phantom, temporarily taking on its physical appearance like a shroud over his own features for the next post. The drawback to these phantoms is that they are susceptible to energy-based attacks like cero, although anything physical will pass through them. Furthermore, the moment a phantom leaves the Fear Field, it will vaporize.
Secondary Fullbring Appearances:
Fear’s True Form takes the form of a simple gold bracelet around Lax’s wrist. When released, it forms as a massive blob of hardened golden energy. It is difficult to describe the blob in the appearance section without diving into abilities, so I’ll just end this section with one final word to paint an image of the released secondary fullbring. It is a blob. No more, no less.
Released Secondary Fullbring
Secondary Fullbring Name: [Manifestation of Fear]
Secondary Fullbring Properties:
Fear Takes All Forms
The blob is dangerous because of its nature as a blob. It doesn’t have limitations in its physical form. The blob can literally be anything. It can expand and shrink at will, although it cannot have a greater volume than a monster truck. It can stretch out for a long distance, but the more it stretches, the thinner it gets. The blob can split apart into a million tiny pieces if it desires. And its ability isn’t limited to shape-shifting either. The blob can become anything. Lax can have it replace one of his non-release or release techniques/abilities by paying the technique's cost once more. If the blob is ever destroyed, he can pay 100 reiatsu to spawn it once more. The blob follows his commands like an intelligent creature, so it does not demand the concentration that telekinesis requires. The blob moves with 1000 strength and 600 speed.
Inescapable Nightmares
Here’s where things get fun. The blob is attracted to fear. Anytime someone feels fear or intimidation, it will rush toward that source with 3x its speed and 2x the force. Essentially, this ability lets it use movement toward those who feel fear. Naturally, an individual with a 3 in Lack of Fear is unaffected by this ability, but if Lax is capable of terrifying those around him, they must fear the blob. Interestingly enough, while this ability is active, Lax loses his 3 in Lack of Fear. This makes him susceptible to attacks on his mind, but in return, every time he does feel fear, the blob will rush toward him at 10x its speed to defend him against potential danger.
Necessary Backstory:
Current Story Status: [High Ranking Subordinate of Douma]
Statistics: [Fullbringer, Class 1, Soldier, Mercenary Rank 4, 23 years old, Affiliated with Douma]
Strength - [100] Points (50)
Speed - [300] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [300] Points
Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points (1000)
Light Aura - [0] Points
Dark Aura - [100] Points
Instinct - [200] Points
Senses [150] Points
Energy sensory [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points
Total SP: [1400] Points
Abilities
• [Lack of Fear] {3}
• [Stealth] {3}
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
• [Weapons: Guns] {3}
Speed - [300] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [300] Points
Reiatsu Strength - [400] Points (1000)
Light Aura - [0] Points
Dark Aura - [100] Points
Instinct - [200] Points
Senses [150] Points
Energy sensory [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points
Total SP: [1400] Points
Abilities
• [Lack of Fear] {3}
• [Stealth] {3}
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
• [Weapons: Guns] {3}
Basic Appearance:
Height/Weight: [6'6"/183 lbs.]
Faceclaim - Vincent Valentine
Crow, Agent of Douma
When you first look at Lax, you notice his height. He is fairly tall, measuring six feet and six inches. He lords his height over others, standing straight up and looking down at people. He wants you to know that you are smaller, shorter, inferior. His posture simply oozes overconfidence. His shoulders are rolled back, his chest slightly puffed out, his feet set firmly into the ground, and his chin slightly raised though his eyes locked completely at you while pointed down. It is the posture of someone so full of himself that nothing matters but your appearance.
Lax’s face is mostly obscured by his more than shoulder length, straight black hair, but despite that his deep crimson eyes are almost always visible, one of them if not both. Keeping his hair away from his eyes, quite often found tied around his forehead is a red bandana that matches his eyes in hue. This bandana is a plain cloth material made by a long strip wrapped around his head. It covers the upper half of the face, from just above the eyes all the way past where his hair starts. His face is clear of acne and blemish, and his teeth are a slight shade of off white. They aren’t the most perfect colored teeth, but they are straight.
Lax often wears a loose cloak draped over him to hide his clothes underneath. He wears very common clothing for his age, though he hates to let people look at his body. This is mainly because he grew up quite tall, but he didn’t fill out so well. His build is fine; he looks quite normal with an averagely broad set of shoulders and averagely filled out chest and abs. All of this looks normal, except for his terribly bony arms. No matter how much he works out, his muscles only get lean, they refuse to buff up. His shame over his arms in comparison to others causes him to keep the red loose cloak draped over him in order to hide and keep his image of self-confidence.
When Lax does work on Douma’s behalf, he dresses himself a little differently for practical purposes. He wears a carbon steel mask with a golden tinted glass on the front to grant him unobstructed vision while still hiding his face. His cloak includes a hood, also convenient for hiding himself, while also allowing him to hide weapons and supplies from sight. A grey scarf is wrapped around his neck, and padded pants and combat boots cover the remainder of his lower body. His “work clothes” are rather simple, but the appearance is quite menacing. It was appropriate attire for Crow.
Basic Personality:
Dislikes:
Weakness – being weak makes you useless. Those who are weak are unable to accomplish their goals, and they cannot they help others to accomplish their goals either.
Cowards – those that back out of commitments. If you say you’re going to do something, follow through. If you don’t, you’re a coward. Cowardice is a trait of those who are scum and slime.
Tiny little dogs – they yip and yap way too much. If I can use it like a football to punt it more than then yards, then it does not deserve the title of “dog”
Peanut butter – I know that it’s strange, but I don’t like it. It’s often too dry, too chalky, too overpowering. With copious amounts of jam it can be improved, but that’s about all that can improve it.
Baldness – I take a great amount of pride in my hair. To lose all my hair would make me lose all of my self-image. That my arms are bony is bad enough, but to lose all my hair would be devastating. And while I’m on the topic of my arms…
My bony little arms – they are out of place, shriveled, wrong on so many levels. People seeing them, they probably laugh, chuckle, think down of me. That is unacceptable. I must be the top dog, and these arms just will not do.
The color green – it’s the color of things like vomit, bile, and snot. It’s a nasty little color that has little going for it save plants. Plants are good, the color green not so much.
Dr. Whooves - It is a blasphemous character of the utmost heretical nature. Turning something as sacred as the Doctor into a pony is unforgivable.
Likes:
Me – I’m pretty awesome. I’m tall, I’ve got sweet red eyes, my hair is pretty epic too. Who wouldn’t want to be such a good looking guy? Besides my stupid arms I am the very image of cool and the epitome of male kind.
The color yellow – it’s the color of good things like the sun’s warmth and lemon pie. Yellow is a good color, and it just happens to be the color of my birthstone! How lucky am I?
Dr. Who - Enough said. He's a boss. He ends entire species without blinking and travels anywhere and anywhen he wants. His name can stop invading armies and he is the most legit thing to walk the face of the earth and any other planet for that matter. You do NOT mess with the Doctor.
Pie – pie is really good. I like all the kinds of pie, from lemon to apple to shepherds to peach to raspberry to rhubarb to chocolate… there are just too many kinds of pie to keep track of, and I can always throw some stuff at a pie shell and make a new one!
Sandals – I like them a bit more than closed toe shoes because I like to let my toes breathe. Wiggling them feels quite good in the summertime, though in the wintertime even I resort to closed toe shoes.
Myself – oh… did I already say that one? Eh, I don’t care. I’m cool enough to be on the list twice.
Medieval weaponry – it’s very interesting. It’s barbaric in use, quite often, but it also has its place in the glory of history. From the barbaric mace to the more sophisticated mace and chain, from the rough hacking claymore to the sleek elegant katana, from the catapult to the trebuchet, they are all very interesting.
Modern weaponry – though medieval weaponry is interesting, so too is modern weaponry. Using the simple gunpowder filled shell causing rapid gas expansion to propel a simple piece of metal at insane velocities, there are so many different types of handguns, rifles, shotguns.
The Falcon – it is a bird of extreme grace, though it is brutal in its hunting. It embodies who I am. It embodies my mind above all other symbols that I know of.
Flaws:
Very egotistical – Lax has a very inflated sense of self. He tends to carry himself like he owns the place and boss others around at times.
Scary – Lax has a very scary aura about him. This causes most people to shun him or just generally avoid him. This does not do well for his social skills.
Socially deficient – Due to people not generally liking to be around him, Lax has had little to no practice in being an upstanding citizen. He rarely filters his thoughts and he often is completely rude with an utter lack of manners.
Slightly paranoid – Due to his physique that he is very self-aware about, Lax is paranoid that others will look at him funny because of it, or laugh or sneer. This furthers his separation from society as he keeps himself away from others.
Habits:
Lax tends to ignore people that he has no interest in, completely turning his back on them and walking away. This is in part to his poor social skills. This often gets him in trouble with those of higher authority than him,
When people force their presence on Lax, he will snarl at them like a feral dog, even standing up straight to appear extremely imposing with his tall height.
Lax often hides behind his mask in order to protect himself from judgmental glances due to his odd physique, at least, his paranoia tells him that they look at him judgmentally.
Fears:
Going bald. Yes, this is fairly vain, but Lax is very proud of his hair. Going bald is one thing he will not tolerate at all, and even fears.
Being too weak. If he is weak, then he cannot accomplish his goals. If he cannot accomplish his goals, then what purpose is there to life? Losing a purpose for life is one of the only things Lax truly fears, due to his utter lack of it.
Douma. The man's terrifying and incredibly powerful. No matter how strong Lax gets, Douma seems to be above him. He's smart and ruthless, and most importantly, terrifying. Douma is almost a role model for the fullbringer.
Goals:
Lax’s greatest purpose is to inspire great fear in all hearts. He worked for Douma out of a combination and fear and respect for the rogue’s ability to bring terror everywhere he goes. However, Douma is more methodical and power-obsessed. Lax views gaining power as another means to bring terror to others. He serves Douma because of the compatibility of their ambitions.
Alignment: [Chaotic Evil]
Overall Personality:
If one was to get close in proximity to Lax, he would probably leave them there and move on. He is very anti-social, only loosely managing to hang on to a small number of people who choose to be his friend. His often moody demeanor and haughty stare often turn others around and away from him without him having to act himself. He rarely smiles, saving those few smiles for moments when he is particularly devoting himself to a vicious activity. If he smiles, it is going to be a creepy, near maniacal grin almost from ear to ear. His self-absorbed posture and usually gloomy facial expressions are only the outside to a very troubled psychological being.
Inside his mind is a maelstrom of pain and agony, but rarely directed at himself. Due to his poor social skills and long isolation from most of civilized culture, Lax gets very irritated very fast. However, he maintains his composure and calmly tears them limb from limb in his mind. The innermost being of his brain is utterly complex and seemingly paradoxical. He is completely calm in his mind, capable of maintaining focus on any one task for hours, blocking out all other stimuli. He can ignore things that have no bearing on his current situation and instead react to whatever is important at the time.
However, among this calm is a brutal viciousness and chaos manifesting in horrid and gory imaginations. His imaginations are his solace, his world away from the world. In his head, he is King and no one dare stand up to him. His daydreams sustain him; keep him going through the day. Without his daydreams, life is bland and basically meaningless. But, inside his world life is exciting. Things that matter happen to him, he has powers above all others, and he is the shaper of his own unique little world.
Lax is not a very organized person. He never had to deal with others very much growing up, so he is basically the epitome of a terrible roommate. When he gets home from whatever it is he was doing, he tosses his stuff on the ground, leaves it all over the place. He washes the dishes only when there is no room for the next dishes he wants to cram into the sink. His laundry piles up for weeks before he crams it into the washer, often being too lazy for soap. He wears the same clothes five or six days in a row because he doesn’t care to interact with people enough for them to notice. His cloak covers his clothing anyways, so he rarely cares.
Lax doesn't fear much in the world, besides his vanity there is nothing that causes him to be afraid. This is one of the reasons why he is such a socially inept person. From not being able to feel fear, his developmental process was slowed. To feel fear in going out and making friends and overcoming that fear, as well as other things of the same nature, makes a child stronger and helps them to acclimate into society better. Lax didn't get that boost of confidence that others received as children, he was too busy focusing on scraping a living out of poverty and orphanhood, thus as a result he is the mostly emotionless man, outwardly, that he is today.
Above all, the man is a monster when it comes to his addition to fear. He’s not addicted to feeling afraid, but rather has an unhealthy obsession with causing others to become afraid. This obsession and addiction manifests in incredibly criminal behavior without an attempt to justify it. It is all to satisfy his desires and needs. He’s not above torture of innocents, even murder if it will get him the high that he desires. A truly dangerous man to have in the employ of Douma.
Powers Overview:
Main Fullbring Appearances: [Insert Here]
Sealed: When sealed, Lax’s primary Fullbring appears to be a gold class ring from his high school, with his yellow topaz birthstone set into it. On one side is a falcon mid-flight with the year in which they graduated, 2012, and on the other is an image of a demon.
Sealed Fullbring
Primary Fullbring Level 1:
Upon releasing his Fullbring to stage 1, either with or without properties, the class ring glows yellow, his eyes glow pure yellow, and the ring suddenly transforms into a black pistol. The pistol is not unique. It is a Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm handgun, and there seem to be many of its kind. However, it does emanate a faint yellow glow over the black exterior. Lax can turn this glow off if he wishes.
Primary Fullbring Level 1
Primary Fullbring Level 2:
The level 2 form of Lax’s primary Fullbring is fairly unimpressive as well. Now, instead of one handgun, he now has two. Wow!
Main Fullbring Name: [Fear's Great Might]
Main Fullbring Name: [Field of Nightmares]
Main Fullbring Level 1 Property: [“Beware Your Fears”]
The physical gun of Lax’s released fullbring has one special ability in that it never runs out of ammunition. Therefore, he never has to reload. However, the true strength of Lax’s release does not stem from its physical form. Instead, it has a far more extensive effect. The first level of Lax’s fullbring establishes a Fear Field, a region that extends 50 feet from Lax at all times. Within the Fear Field, every time someone expends reiatsu for any reason, Lax places a fear counter on them. Furthermore, if an object or technique that contains their reiatsu enters the Fear Field, Lax places a fear counter on them as well. The fear counter is just a mechanic to help explain how Lax’s ability functions. There is no limit to how many fear counters each target can have placed on them, but each ability of the Fullbringer requires fear counters in some form.
The Level 1 Property gives Lax one option with his fear countes. By removing one fear counter from a target that is within the Fear Field and paying 100 reiatsu, he may cause their greatest nightmares to surface. From a shallow perspective, he is capable of breaking their focus at will. However, the method through which he does so is truly cruel. He forces them to experience a brief glimpse of their worst horrors, making it impossible to concentrate for that short second or two. But even then, the psychological damage lasts throughout the fight. Those with offensive stat superiority, superior class than Lax, or a 3 in Lack of Fear are immune to this ability. Another way to avoid the nightmare is to stay out of the Fear Field. However, this might be quite difficult for Lax is capable of suppressing the reiatsu that makes up the Fear Field in the same way that he suppresses his own reiatsu, making it difficult to detect if not in use. Even releasing his fullbring can be done as he suppresses his reiatsu, although he cannot do so while using its active abilities that require a reiatsu cost. The level 1 ability is retained in the higher levels of release as well.
Main Fullbring Level 2 Properties:
You Cannot Outrun Your Demons
This first property is very simple. All it does is enhance the level one ability of Lax’s fullbring. Now, instead of requiring offensive stat superiority, 2x offensive stat superiority is needed instead to resist Beware Your Fears. Furthermore, the Fear Field becomes significantly larger, extending 200 feet from Lax. And last, and definitely least, is the added physical effect. Before, Lax’s pistol had unlimited ammunition, but it was still a semi-automatic handgun. Now, it has the firing rate of an AK-47 too! And there’s two guns now, so double the trouble!
All My Friends are Demons
By removing 2 Fear Counters and paying 200 reiatsu, Lax is capable of creating demonic copies of his targets anywhere within the Fear Field. These copies may appear exactly the same as their real counterparts, or, if Lax desires, he may pervert them as he likes to terrorize his enemies as much as possible. Each demon will have no spiritual stats or energy sensory, 150 in senses and instinct, and 400 in strength and speed that will be boosted according to the Brave type stat boosts. Lax may choose to increase speed over strength or vice versa. While the demons are his creation, they are intelligent and follow his will as they act with their own minds.
The flaw with these demons is their delicacy. Any form of damage automatically vaporizes the demons. However, physical assaults are dangerous. If a demon makes physical contact with an enemy, it will force them them to experience a long, horrid nightmare in the span of a second. This is a much more potent effect than Lax’s Level 1 ability, and is definitely fearsome. This effect can be resisted with 2x offensive stat superiority or a 3 in Lack of Fear. Furthermore, the moment a demon leaves the Fear Field, it will vaporize.
Beautiful Nightmare
Beautiful nightmare creates phantoms, but unlike the demons from the previous property, Lax does not create these. The target’s mind does. Their most terrifying fears will manifest into the form of a physically intangible phantom with similar stats as the demons, except it has 1000 speed and 0 strength, and is immune to fatigue. Unless the target has a 3 in Lack of Fear, Calm Mind, or Battle Focus, they will also be incapable of ignoring the phantom. It will always seem to command their attention. And all it takes for Lax to spawn these creatures is 4 fear counters and 500 reiatsu.
But the distracting presence of the phantoms is just part of their usefulness. Lax doesn’t just want to replicate others’ nightmares. He wants to become them. By paying an additional 300 reiatsu, he can instantaneously trade places with a phantom, temporarily taking on its physical appearance like a shroud over his own features for the next post. The drawback to these phantoms is that they are susceptible to energy-based attacks like cero, although anything physical will pass through them. Furthermore, the moment a phantom leaves the Fear Field, it will vaporize.
Secondary Fullbring Appearances:
Fear’s True Form takes the form of a simple gold bracelet around Lax’s wrist. When released, it forms as a massive blob of hardened golden energy. It is difficult to describe the blob in the appearance section without diving into abilities, so I’ll just end this section with one final word to paint an image of the released secondary fullbring. It is a blob. No more, no less.
Released Secondary Fullbring
Secondary Fullbring Name: [Manifestation of Fear]
Secondary Fullbring Properties:
Fear Takes All Forms
The blob is dangerous because of its nature as a blob. It doesn’t have limitations in its physical form. The blob can literally be anything. It can expand and shrink at will, although it cannot have a greater volume than a monster truck. It can stretch out for a long distance, but the more it stretches, the thinner it gets. The blob can split apart into a million tiny pieces if it desires. And its ability isn’t limited to shape-shifting either. The blob can become anything. Lax can have it replace one of his non-release or release techniques/abilities by paying the technique's cost once more. If the blob is ever destroyed, he can pay 100 reiatsu to spawn it once more. The blob follows his commands like an intelligent creature, so it does not demand the concentration that telekinesis requires. The blob moves with 1000 strength and 600 speed.
Inescapable Nightmares
Here’s where things get fun. The blob is attracted to fear. Anytime someone feels fear or intimidation, it will rush toward that source with 3x its speed and 2x the force. Essentially, this ability lets it use movement toward those who feel fear. Naturally, an individual with a 3 in Lack of Fear is unaffected by this ability, but if Lax is capable of terrifying those around him, they must fear the blob. Interestingly enough, while this ability is active, Lax loses his 3 in Lack of Fear. This makes him susceptible to attacks on his mind, but in return, every time he does feel fear, the blob will rush toward him at 10x its speed to defend him against potential danger.
{Non-Release Techniques}Movement- Mastered
Bringer Light- Mastered
Willpower – Mastered
Energy Generate - Mastered
Output - Mastered
Energy Generate: Bullet - Mastered
Bringer Flash - Mastered
Soul Dominance - Proficient
Martial Discipline: Ken - Mastered
Martial Discipline: Chakra - Learned
Bringer Light- Mastered
Willpower – Mastered
Energy Generate - Mastered
Output - Mastered
Energy Generate: Bullet - Mastered
Bringer Flash - Mastered
Soul Dominance - Proficient
Martial Discipline: Ken - Mastered
Martial Discipline: Chakra - Learned
{Items}
UE1 Handgun
UE1 Sniper Rifle
2 Silencers
10 Spiritual Bullets
UE1 Handgun
UE1 Sniper Rifle
2 Silencers
10 Spiritual Bullets
Necessary Backstory:
Chapter 1 – Lost and Alone
Have you ever been completely and utterly alone? Not just that there are no people around, but that there are no people in your life? I sure have… As soon as my mother got pregnant, my Dad fled. He didn’t want to be committed to some chick he had a one night stand with. My mother was messed up from the emotional trauma of having to go through pregnancy without someone to support her. Her parents would have carved me right out of her stomach if they had the tools to do it. Scared for her and my life, my mom ran away to live with her grandparents, though that didn’t help much. They were almost as judgmental as my mom’s parents. When she started to go into labor, she left the house fearing that her grandparents would kill the baby that came out.
Alone, in a dark alley, she bore me with no one around her. She had brought a letter that she had written explaining all these things, which she put in the cloth she wrapped around me. Then, she left me alone. A newborn baby wrapped in a little bit of red cloth and left to fend for itself. As people generally know, newborn babies cannot do that. There was a small drip of water next to me. Looking back on the time now, from what outside stories have related, I was not directly under that drip of water, yet somehow water got into my mouth for a day before I was found. The little old lady who heard my cries was known as Granny Paral. She took me in her arms, saw the note by my mother, commented on how lax my parents were, and thus named me Lax.
Granny Paral took me in as her own child to raise me. I was a very scrawny little infant, though I quickly grew. After three months I was strong enough to crawl, after six months I was taking my first steps. By the age of one I was as tall as some three year olds. By the age of three, I was as tall as an average kindergartener. I was on the fast track to being a quite tall kid, though my body really didn’t flesh out. I was bony, my arms resembled sticks, and my long hair made me seem more like a girl then a boy. However, my facial structure and the rest of my body structure did start to show that I was a boy. I didn’t have any friends in my early years, only growing up with Granny Paral, even taking her last name as my own. However, just a few months before I turned six, Granny Paral decided to enroll me in Karakura Primary School.
I pretty much hated it. The other kids were smaller, weirder, too crazy for my likes. They had energy and ran around and did stuff with other kids. I just kind of sat in the back of the room and worked on my letters. The first few months passed without much of anything happening. I turned 6, though I didn’t tell anyone or care. Birthdays didn’t mean much in Granny Paral’s house. However, my teacher did slip me an extra cookie at snack time with a wink. I think that she knew it was my birthday and wanted to get me to smile for once. Adults were always trying to get me to smile. This time, I actually felt happy enough to give her a half attempt at one. It probably made her day.
One day, on the playground during recess, everything started to become different for me...
Chapter 2 – Not so Alone anymore
I was six years old, tallest in the class, though the least socially developed. It had always just been him and Granny Paral, and Granny was a bit of a tough cookie, if you catch my drift. I never had friends to learn how to share or be kind, and so primary school was more of my upbringing in organized crime, almost. I knew how to get people to do what I wanted. I didn’t demand that they give me their animal crackers; I made them want to give them to me, or other people to want to take them for me. Many of the other kids didn’t want to be around me. I scared many of them just by being there. I was on top, I knew it, and I abused it.
There were two other kids who were my lackeys, Mad Paul and Shiwa. I actually considered them friends, though my definition of friendship was quite skewed. We three stuck together, me orchestrating almost everything. Shiwa just needed to be given extra helpings of snack in order for him to go along on things. Mad Paul wasn’t the brightest of six year olds, so he could be persuaded to do almost anything. One day, there was a new girl on the playground, all pristine and prissy. Two others who had been off to the side to keep clean before today were also over there. I snapped to Mad Paul and Shiwa. Speaking softly into Shiwa’s ear, “Double carrots and crackers if you come with” and into Mad Paul’s ear, “She and those two others are too clean. Let’s go make them see a little dirt.” The two set out with me towards the trio.
Kicking dirt, we made them see how everyone else was. Life was dirty sometimes, they must have known that. One of them started whining. She said that she wanted to keep clean, not be dirty. She obviously didn’t understand what dirt was. Dirt was the only thing you could be certain of in life. No matter what happened, you were sure to get dirty doing something. Dirt was my beginnings. For her to insult those beginnings made me feel hurt. I had been born into dirt and dirt was everything to me. So I pushed her. She fell a little and hit the fence that she had been hiding from the dirt next to.
Almost immediately I found out that I had made a mistake. No one else could see that I was hurt by her words, they only knew that I had pushed her after kicking dirt at her. Three kids stood up and hit us from behind. Mad Paul took a blow to the face, and Shiwa started to wrestle against another boy. That left a girl trying to fight against me for pushing the new girl. The girl who was hitting me, I think her name was Elaina, was small, much smaller than me. I tried to push her away but she pulled me down with her. This little girl was going to hurt herself if I fell on her too much…
The teachers quickly came over and picked us up, carrying us to the principal’s office. The nine of us were all in trouble, since they couldn’t know who was involved in the fighting or not. They lectured us about how fighting was wrong, scolded us, and even hit me over the hands with bamboo when people pointed the blame at me. Then, which was the worst punishment imaginable; they said that for the next month every day we nine would spend together. Class, lunch, recess, all day long we would have to be by each other sides… holding hands… I shuddered at the sentencing, but I bore it. As a result of that month, we actually accomplished what the teacher’s wanted us to. We started to become good friends.
Chapter 3 – Memories
Those eight kids and I that met on the playground have grown up all through the years of school together, some of us growing very close in friendship, and others of us growing very close in rivalry. Take Scott Rayner and I, for example. He and I are not close in friendship, but in rivalry. I always need to outdo him, mostly to prove one point. I remember the day quite well. We were in between classes on a Monday just talking about the weekend. We both had watched a fair amount of television that weekend, as it had been a dreadfully uneventful one. We had both also watched random clips on YouTube, and when we asked what the other watched, we spoke at the same time. ”Dr. Who” ”Dr. Whooves.” I couldn’t believe that he would watch something so sacrilegious. We argued about that matter all the way to our next class and half way through it before we were sent to the principal’s office. We will never agree on that matter, and for that I must show him that Dr. Who demands respect with every one of my actions.
Ai Kon, that girl that I pushed on the playground that started it all, she and I actually became pretty good friends. She turned out to be filthy rich. Her parents were absent from her life and she only ever saw her butler with frequency. I knew how she felt, not having parents near her, and we both managed to have highly intellectual conversations at times. However, her being rich and I being dirt poor was a bit of a divide between us. She always wanted me to come to her galas, and I did actually go to a few. I remember one quite well; she had made the proper arrangements for my clothing as usual, and we were off. It was customary for her to hold on to the arm of her guest at these things, which slightly made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, it was just that I knew that I just wanted to be her friend, seeing as I had very few social graces I had no chance with her as it was. I kept my mouth shut almost the entire time, just uttering the bare minimum respectful words as necessary as the celebration for the new Japanese Minister of Defense’s recent election proceeded. The dance afterword was formal and stiff, but I didn’t mind having Ai’s hand on my shoulder. That night just flew by, and it is a good memory of mine.
Elaina Sayomi, the girl who stood up to me on the playground, her and I have had a mostly distant friendship. She’s a track star, and I don’t do sports. Participating in, or going to sports generally requires you to interact with other people. I don’t do interaction. However, I do remember the one night that I decided to suck it up and go. It was the state meet and Elaina had made it that year, as usual. I thought it kind to go and support her, though I didn’t want to deal with other people. I stood down on the ground, away from the bleachers, near the finish line for the 100 meter dash. I don’t know if she saw me or not as she flew down the track, but she definitely saw me afterword, and I definitely saw her. She was beautiful, moving like a well-oiled machine as she left all the other competitors in the dust. This was one of the few times that I genuinely smiled as she walked up to me and thanked me for coming out to see her. It’s a weird feeling, having a genuine smile. This memory is a good one, that’s for sure.
Shiwa Kuredesu, one of two of my playground fiasco mates, he and I spent many a day in a battle of wills. He and I love to strategize, though I have to admit that he has grown much better at it than me. However, I will not forget the time he and I played Risk. We’ve never played it again, because that game never ended. We had our prospective hemispheres absolutely entrenched in troops. We were using coins as even higher denominations of troops we had so many. We played for two days, three hours, nineteen minutes before we left it alone. We’ve never returned to that game since. He and I enjoy trying to outsmart the other in a battle of wits. I guess you could label that as a healthy rivalry.
The other of my playground fiasco mates, Mad Paul Yofun, he and I didn’t have too much in common, but we were still good friends as we got older. He was outgoing and alluring, and I kept to myself and unnerved people just by being there. I remember this one time, it was about in the sixth grade, and there was this girl that I really liked. She was beautiful, funny, and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Regrettably, we weren’t in the same class, so I never even found out her name. So Mad Paul found out through some means or another that I was crushing on her, so he decided to be my wingman and help me out a bit. He walked right up to her and started talking to her and saying some things about me in an attempt for her to come and talk to me. Well as it turns out, she had a crush on Mad Paul, so she ignored the things that he said about me and fell head over heels for him since he was talking to her. It was a great attempt to help me, and I respect him for that, however it doesn’t make it any less sad that I never even found out her name.
Xaifer Regneis, the one who wrestled with Shiwa on the playground, he and I have a bit of a rivalry going on. He is amazing at video games. I almost never win. I remember one time we were playing COD together. It was something he enjoyed because it was a first person shooter, and something I mildly enjoyed because I could shoot people in the head and get back up after being shot. He was actually skilled at it, and I was always a drag on the team, though he made up for my ineptitude. However, there was one time that I got so fed up with dying that I decided to be a complete and utter jerk. I equipped a rocket launcher and started running at the enemy team like a kamikaze, blowing them up from close range. This continued for a few minutes until I was staring down a ravine and accidentally pushed the fire button. My last rocket hurtled off towards nothing, until a guy just happened to walk out and get hit in the face. Xaifer and I were so shocked that the kill happened, and even more so that it was the winning shot. Even still, he always outmatches me in video games, so I’d like to get better to beat him sometime instead of needing him on my team.
Kibo Emiya, one of the three kids we were kicking dirt at on the playground, he and I are cool now. He’s a guy with a really calm demeanor, so it is nice that I can make mistakes and be mean and he’ll be patient with me. It turns out that he is a card master. He knows so many different types of card games, and I remember when he taught me one of my now favorite ones, Euchre. It’s a team based one, so I actually have to find people that want to play with me, but the rules are simple enough and it’s a lot of fun. With Kibo and me on a team we always destroyed any other pairs that wanted to play against us. For some reason we just clicked and could know when to back off and when to press forward on a certain trick. It was gold, and we actually made a bit of cash betting against some people on occasion. A little money here and there doesn’t hurt.
Blanche Penderghast, the third of the kids we kicked dirt on, her and I didn’t really interact much growing up. I don’t really have any defining memories of her, though I am pretty sure that one time I helped Shiwa out by putting in a good word for him. I think he has some feelings or something for her, which is pretty uncommon for him…
Chapter 4 – Camping and Chaos
The summer after our secondary education leading into the advanced education was coming to a close. All nine of us had already been accepted to the higher education on some sort of merit, and we’d all be attending the same school as well. I can’t remember who, but one of us had the great idea to go camping one weekend before the summer was out, as a sort of farewell to vacation and secondary school. Each of us went with supplies, equipment, and our fancy new class rings. We hiked far into the Niseko Volcanic Group in Hokkaido. Volcanoes that didn’t spew magma but smoke, what could go wrong?
Someone had misinformation concerning the weather of the weekend. Either that or it changed pretty rapidly. All I know is that the worst storm in decades hit us and we didn’t have any sort of stable shelter. The winds were nearing hurricane force and some of us were starting to become separated. I found myself wet and alone, separated from the rest of everyone. The storm raged around me, and again, for the first time in a long time, I was completely and utterly alone, just like on the day of my birth. I thought to myself, Will the end be just as the beginning? Lightning flashed around me, starting a fire at a nearby tree. I was quickly surrounded by a ring of trees on fire, and one was coming crashing down on me. For the first time, I felt complete and infinite fear. In that moment of fear gripping me, my yellow class ring started to glow.
I felt power over my fear. In that moment of fear, I heard the fires call out to me. This was not the roar of the flames, but of their innermost beings. The flames went out as I pushed their souls, and I jumped out of the way of the slowly tipping tree. It was a moment so utterly bittersweet. I had stared death in the face and flipped him off. I also had gained a power over my fear. To feel fear again would have no effect as even the certainty of death could no longer scare me. However, this calling of the souls of the flames wasn’t the end, I just knew it. Forever I would be followed by this call, and nowhere would be the same for me, or anyone else, again.
Chapter 5- Under the Wing of an Angel
My powers grew on their own. After that camping trip, I returned to Karakura for my final summer before school began. I told Granny Paral that I was meeting with some of my friends each day, but that was a lie. I didn't return any of their calls or texts. No, I had something more special than they could every understand. My ring. My new powers. They were tough to use at first, but slowly, I could do it again. I lit a candle in my room and extinguished it with nothing but my own will. I could make ripples in water. I could create a breeze in the room. After not too long, I could open and close windows and doors all on my own. At first, it was tiring and I'd need food and some rest after practicing for a bit, but soon, I built some endurance. Moving things telekinetically wasn't enough. I needed to do more.
So I would sneak out at night to Karakura Park and test my abilities. With a snap, I learned that I could ignite the oxygen in the air into fire. By focusing the mysterious energy I could use, I could move really fast with just a single step, almost like I was teleporting. It was like something out of a superhero movie. Everything was great.
That is, until I met the hollows. The first one that targeted me was not even the most dangerous. It was slow, but terrifying. All I could do was outrun it with this new movement technique I knew, but I was getting tired and it kept chasing. It was going to get me. The creature corned me in an ally, and it shrugged off the small flames I created like they were sparks or ember. The creature was about to lunge when I felt it again. The fear. It was the end. It was going to be over, but there had to be something I could do! I couldn't just watch as everything I was slipped away.
My ring responded. First, it glowed, but suddenly, it formed a barrier around me, protecting me from the hollow's attack. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I decided that just a barrier wasn't enough. By punching toward the monster, a blast of gold energy burned through it's mask, killing the beast. That was the first time I could use my powers, and each night, I learned more and more about them.
The only issue was that the more I practiced, the more hollows came after me. After a week of fighting one hollow each night, I was outmatched. Three came up out of nowhere, and these were stronger and smarter than the rest. Even with my new proficiency with my ring's abilities, I probably couldn't handle even one of them. After they swatted my attacks away like they were nothing, I was certain it was over. The fear was back, but there was nothing I could do.
And then he appeared. A black figure with a white mask. Using only his sword, he sliced each hollow into two pieces. The fight lasted maybe three seconds, and in the end, it was over. When he finished, he sheathed his blade and turned around to look at me. I must have appeared like a dumbfounded fool to him, but there was something about those blood red and white eyes. The fear was back, but this time, it was accompanied with curiosity.
"You seek my strength," he told me. I could barely muster a nod. How'd he even know? It's like he read my mind. "Then let me teach you. Leave your current life behind and join me. I promise to make you strong and teach you things that you couldn't imagine." It was an offer I couldn't refuse. My friends. Granny Paral. Even with them around, I still found myself alone. This life, however, was different. I could make myself into something great. I wouldn't have peers who could leave me. No, I'd have people working under me. I'll be stronger than them all. One day, I'll even be stronger than Douma.
And so I took the man's hand and we left. He taught me about Soul Society, the Human World, and Hueco Mundo. I learned about he various races and organizations in existence. And in exchange, with my new abilities, I carried out jobs. I was a mercenary for other groups. I headed smuggling missions for Douma. He even sent me to assassinate some targets giving him trouble. As the years passed and I grew in strength, I needed more. I felt like I hit my limit. And that's when he returned, this time with information on Martial Discipline techniques. The next step above for Fullbringers. He told me that if I could learn them, I'd become one of his executive agents, and once again, I couldn't say no. I was on the road to true power. With these techniques, I wouldn't be Douma's underling for much longer at this rate.
Chapter 6 - Molded by Fear
I was weak. For every success, there were too failures. Douma continued to send me on suicide missions. Sometimes, I came back unharmed. Other times, I was lucky to return to my life. But Douma was kind. He healed me, and when he did, he brought me back to my knees. Every failed job terrified me, knowing that he was waiting for my return. No one else got such attention, only myself. I was different.
But nonetheless, I got stronger. Douma introduced me to more powerful humans - fullbringers. They taught me to use my abilities. Some other races introduced me to power techniques. But the stronger I grew, the more difficult my tasks became. I succeeded in very few jobs, and each defeat was accompanied with a new beating. I could not stand against the Angel of Silence.
And I fought back. I fought with everything I had. He forced me to. “Get up,” he would say. “Your back is against the wall.” he told me. “What are you so afraid of?” he asked, like he knew the rush I got from his terror. Like he knew the answer already. I didn’t need to tell him I was afraid of him. I needed to show him. He somehow understood that I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be the horror that brings other to their knees, just as he is to me.
I don’t know how or when, but when I woke up, my fullbring had changed. The sealed items were the same. I kept my graduation ring and my yellow bracelet, but they didn’t mean what they once did to me. My past no longer mattered, but my soul was anchored in them as a reminder of my weakness. I had to grow stronger. I had to become a demon far darker than the Angel could ever become.
Douma no longer beat me for my failures. He knew of the change in my soul that his hellish fires molded and craft. Douma changed me, and since that change, I’ve not been the same. I was his elite agent, Crow. Funny how that’s what they called me. Few know what I look like, so they couldn’t derrive the name from my appearance. Instead, it came from my presence. Wherever I appeared, bodies fell to the floor. Like a crow, I am an omen of death. Every appearance brought a cloud of terror, and they had no clue who I am. I love it.
Have you ever been completely and utterly alone? Not just that there are no people around, but that there are no people in your life? I sure have… As soon as my mother got pregnant, my Dad fled. He didn’t want to be committed to some chick he had a one night stand with. My mother was messed up from the emotional trauma of having to go through pregnancy without someone to support her. Her parents would have carved me right out of her stomach if they had the tools to do it. Scared for her and my life, my mom ran away to live with her grandparents, though that didn’t help much. They were almost as judgmental as my mom’s parents. When she started to go into labor, she left the house fearing that her grandparents would kill the baby that came out.
Alone, in a dark alley, she bore me with no one around her. She had brought a letter that she had written explaining all these things, which she put in the cloth she wrapped around me. Then, she left me alone. A newborn baby wrapped in a little bit of red cloth and left to fend for itself. As people generally know, newborn babies cannot do that. There was a small drip of water next to me. Looking back on the time now, from what outside stories have related, I was not directly under that drip of water, yet somehow water got into my mouth for a day before I was found. The little old lady who heard my cries was known as Granny Paral. She took me in her arms, saw the note by my mother, commented on how lax my parents were, and thus named me Lax.
Granny Paral took me in as her own child to raise me. I was a very scrawny little infant, though I quickly grew. After three months I was strong enough to crawl, after six months I was taking my first steps. By the age of one I was as tall as some three year olds. By the age of three, I was as tall as an average kindergartener. I was on the fast track to being a quite tall kid, though my body really didn’t flesh out. I was bony, my arms resembled sticks, and my long hair made me seem more like a girl then a boy. However, my facial structure and the rest of my body structure did start to show that I was a boy. I didn’t have any friends in my early years, only growing up with Granny Paral, even taking her last name as my own. However, just a few months before I turned six, Granny Paral decided to enroll me in Karakura Primary School.
I pretty much hated it. The other kids were smaller, weirder, too crazy for my likes. They had energy and ran around and did stuff with other kids. I just kind of sat in the back of the room and worked on my letters. The first few months passed without much of anything happening. I turned 6, though I didn’t tell anyone or care. Birthdays didn’t mean much in Granny Paral’s house. However, my teacher did slip me an extra cookie at snack time with a wink. I think that she knew it was my birthday and wanted to get me to smile for once. Adults were always trying to get me to smile. This time, I actually felt happy enough to give her a half attempt at one. It probably made her day.
One day, on the playground during recess, everything started to become different for me...
Chapter 2 – Not so Alone anymore
I was six years old, tallest in the class, though the least socially developed. It had always just been him and Granny Paral, and Granny was a bit of a tough cookie, if you catch my drift. I never had friends to learn how to share or be kind, and so primary school was more of my upbringing in organized crime, almost. I knew how to get people to do what I wanted. I didn’t demand that they give me their animal crackers; I made them want to give them to me, or other people to want to take them for me. Many of the other kids didn’t want to be around me. I scared many of them just by being there. I was on top, I knew it, and I abused it.
There were two other kids who were my lackeys, Mad Paul and Shiwa. I actually considered them friends, though my definition of friendship was quite skewed. We three stuck together, me orchestrating almost everything. Shiwa just needed to be given extra helpings of snack in order for him to go along on things. Mad Paul wasn’t the brightest of six year olds, so he could be persuaded to do almost anything. One day, there was a new girl on the playground, all pristine and prissy. Two others who had been off to the side to keep clean before today were also over there. I snapped to Mad Paul and Shiwa. Speaking softly into Shiwa’s ear, “Double carrots and crackers if you come with” and into Mad Paul’s ear, “She and those two others are too clean. Let’s go make them see a little dirt.” The two set out with me towards the trio.
Kicking dirt, we made them see how everyone else was. Life was dirty sometimes, they must have known that. One of them started whining. She said that she wanted to keep clean, not be dirty. She obviously didn’t understand what dirt was. Dirt was the only thing you could be certain of in life. No matter what happened, you were sure to get dirty doing something. Dirt was my beginnings. For her to insult those beginnings made me feel hurt. I had been born into dirt and dirt was everything to me. So I pushed her. She fell a little and hit the fence that she had been hiding from the dirt next to.
Almost immediately I found out that I had made a mistake. No one else could see that I was hurt by her words, they only knew that I had pushed her after kicking dirt at her. Three kids stood up and hit us from behind. Mad Paul took a blow to the face, and Shiwa started to wrestle against another boy. That left a girl trying to fight against me for pushing the new girl. The girl who was hitting me, I think her name was Elaina, was small, much smaller than me. I tried to push her away but she pulled me down with her. This little girl was going to hurt herself if I fell on her too much…
The teachers quickly came over and picked us up, carrying us to the principal’s office. The nine of us were all in trouble, since they couldn’t know who was involved in the fighting or not. They lectured us about how fighting was wrong, scolded us, and even hit me over the hands with bamboo when people pointed the blame at me. Then, which was the worst punishment imaginable; they said that for the next month every day we nine would spend together. Class, lunch, recess, all day long we would have to be by each other sides… holding hands… I shuddered at the sentencing, but I bore it. As a result of that month, we actually accomplished what the teacher’s wanted us to. We started to become good friends.
Chapter 3 – Memories
Those eight kids and I that met on the playground have grown up all through the years of school together, some of us growing very close in friendship, and others of us growing very close in rivalry. Take Scott Rayner and I, for example. He and I are not close in friendship, but in rivalry. I always need to outdo him, mostly to prove one point. I remember the day quite well. We were in between classes on a Monday just talking about the weekend. We both had watched a fair amount of television that weekend, as it had been a dreadfully uneventful one. We had both also watched random clips on YouTube, and when we asked what the other watched, we spoke at the same time. ”Dr. Who” ”Dr. Whooves.” I couldn’t believe that he would watch something so sacrilegious. We argued about that matter all the way to our next class and half way through it before we were sent to the principal’s office. We will never agree on that matter, and for that I must show him that Dr. Who demands respect with every one of my actions.
Ai Kon, that girl that I pushed on the playground that started it all, she and I actually became pretty good friends. She turned out to be filthy rich. Her parents were absent from her life and she only ever saw her butler with frequency. I knew how she felt, not having parents near her, and we both managed to have highly intellectual conversations at times. However, her being rich and I being dirt poor was a bit of a divide between us. She always wanted me to come to her galas, and I did actually go to a few. I remember one quite well; she had made the proper arrangements for my clothing as usual, and we were off. It was customary for her to hold on to the arm of her guest at these things, which slightly made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, it was just that I knew that I just wanted to be her friend, seeing as I had very few social graces I had no chance with her as it was. I kept my mouth shut almost the entire time, just uttering the bare minimum respectful words as necessary as the celebration for the new Japanese Minister of Defense’s recent election proceeded. The dance afterword was formal and stiff, but I didn’t mind having Ai’s hand on my shoulder. That night just flew by, and it is a good memory of mine.
Elaina Sayomi, the girl who stood up to me on the playground, her and I have had a mostly distant friendship. She’s a track star, and I don’t do sports. Participating in, or going to sports generally requires you to interact with other people. I don’t do interaction. However, I do remember the one night that I decided to suck it up and go. It was the state meet and Elaina had made it that year, as usual. I thought it kind to go and support her, though I didn’t want to deal with other people. I stood down on the ground, away from the bleachers, near the finish line for the 100 meter dash. I don’t know if she saw me or not as she flew down the track, but she definitely saw me afterword, and I definitely saw her. She was beautiful, moving like a well-oiled machine as she left all the other competitors in the dust. This was one of the few times that I genuinely smiled as she walked up to me and thanked me for coming out to see her. It’s a weird feeling, having a genuine smile. This memory is a good one, that’s for sure.
Shiwa Kuredesu, one of two of my playground fiasco mates, he and I spent many a day in a battle of wills. He and I love to strategize, though I have to admit that he has grown much better at it than me. However, I will not forget the time he and I played Risk. We’ve never played it again, because that game never ended. We had our prospective hemispheres absolutely entrenched in troops. We were using coins as even higher denominations of troops we had so many. We played for two days, three hours, nineteen minutes before we left it alone. We’ve never returned to that game since. He and I enjoy trying to outsmart the other in a battle of wits. I guess you could label that as a healthy rivalry.
The other of my playground fiasco mates, Mad Paul Yofun, he and I didn’t have too much in common, but we were still good friends as we got older. He was outgoing and alluring, and I kept to myself and unnerved people just by being there. I remember this one time, it was about in the sixth grade, and there was this girl that I really liked. She was beautiful, funny, and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Regrettably, we weren’t in the same class, so I never even found out her name. So Mad Paul found out through some means or another that I was crushing on her, so he decided to be my wingman and help me out a bit. He walked right up to her and started talking to her and saying some things about me in an attempt for her to come and talk to me. Well as it turns out, she had a crush on Mad Paul, so she ignored the things that he said about me and fell head over heels for him since he was talking to her. It was a great attempt to help me, and I respect him for that, however it doesn’t make it any less sad that I never even found out her name.
Xaifer Regneis, the one who wrestled with Shiwa on the playground, he and I have a bit of a rivalry going on. He is amazing at video games. I almost never win. I remember one time we were playing COD together. It was something he enjoyed because it was a first person shooter, and something I mildly enjoyed because I could shoot people in the head and get back up after being shot. He was actually skilled at it, and I was always a drag on the team, though he made up for my ineptitude. However, there was one time that I got so fed up with dying that I decided to be a complete and utter jerk. I equipped a rocket launcher and started running at the enemy team like a kamikaze, blowing them up from close range. This continued for a few minutes until I was staring down a ravine and accidentally pushed the fire button. My last rocket hurtled off towards nothing, until a guy just happened to walk out and get hit in the face. Xaifer and I were so shocked that the kill happened, and even more so that it was the winning shot. Even still, he always outmatches me in video games, so I’d like to get better to beat him sometime instead of needing him on my team.
Kibo Emiya, one of the three kids we were kicking dirt at on the playground, he and I are cool now. He’s a guy with a really calm demeanor, so it is nice that I can make mistakes and be mean and he’ll be patient with me. It turns out that he is a card master. He knows so many different types of card games, and I remember when he taught me one of my now favorite ones, Euchre. It’s a team based one, so I actually have to find people that want to play with me, but the rules are simple enough and it’s a lot of fun. With Kibo and me on a team we always destroyed any other pairs that wanted to play against us. For some reason we just clicked and could know when to back off and when to press forward on a certain trick. It was gold, and we actually made a bit of cash betting against some people on occasion. A little money here and there doesn’t hurt.
Blanche Penderghast, the third of the kids we kicked dirt on, her and I didn’t really interact much growing up. I don’t really have any defining memories of her, though I am pretty sure that one time I helped Shiwa out by putting in a good word for him. I think he has some feelings or something for her, which is pretty uncommon for him…
Chapter 4 – Camping and Chaos
The summer after our secondary education leading into the advanced education was coming to a close. All nine of us had already been accepted to the higher education on some sort of merit, and we’d all be attending the same school as well. I can’t remember who, but one of us had the great idea to go camping one weekend before the summer was out, as a sort of farewell to vacation and secondary school. Each of us went with supplies, equipment, and our fancy new class rings. We hiked far into the Niseko Volcanic Group in Hokkaido. Volcanoes that didn’t spew magma but smoke, what could go wrong?
Someone had misinformation concerning the weather of the weekend. Either that or it changed pretty rapidly. All I know is that the worst storm in decades hit us and we didn’t have any sort of stable shelter. The winds were nearing hurricane force and some of us were starting to become separated. I found myself wet and alone, separated from the rest of everyone. The storm raged around me, and again, for the first time in a long time, I was completely and utterly alone, just like on the day of my birth. I thought to myself, Will the end be just as the beginning? Lightning flashed around me, starting a fire at a nearby tree. I was quickly surrounded by a ring of trees on fire, and one was coming crashing down on me. For the first time, I felt complete and infinite fear. In that moment of fear gripping me, my yellow class ring started to glow.
I felt power over my fear. In that moment of fear, I heard the fires call out to me. This was not the roar of the flames, but of their innermost beings. The flames went out as I pushed their souls, and I jumped out of the way of the slowly tipping tree. It was a moment so utterly bittersweet. I had stared death in the face and flipped him off. I also had gained a power over my fear. To feel fear again would have no effect as even the certainty of death could no longer scare me. However, this calling of the souls of the flames wasn’t the end, I just knew it. Forever I would be followed by this call, and nowhere would be the same for me, or anyone else, again.
Chapter 5- Under the Wing of an Angel
My powers grew on their own. After that camping trip, I returned to Karakura for my final summer before school began. I told Granny Paral that I was meeting with some of my friends each day, but that was a lie. I didn't return any of their calls or texts. No, I had something more special than they could every understand. My ring. My new powers. They were tough to use at first, but slowly, I could do it again. I lit a candle in my room and extinguished it with nothing but my own will. I could make ripples in water. I could create a breeze in the room. After not too long, I could open and close windows and doors all on my own. At first, it was tiring and I'd need food and some rest after practicing for a bit, but soon, I built some endurance. Moving things telekinetically wasn't enough. I needed to do more.
So I would sneak out at night to Karakura Park and test my abilities. With a snap, I learned that I could ignite the oxygen in the air into fire. By focusing the mysterious energy I could use, I could move really fast with just a single step, almost like I was teleporting. It was like something out of a superhero movie. Everything was great.
That is, until I met the hollows. The first one that targeted me was not even the most dangerous. It was slow, but terrifying. All I could do was outrun it with this new movement technique I knew, but I was getting tired and it kept chasing. It was going to get me. The creature corned me in an ally, and it shrugged off the small flames I created like they were sparks or ember. The creature was about to lunge when I felt it again. The fear. It was the end. It was going to be over, but there had to be something I could do! I couldn't just watch as everything I was slipped away.
My ring responded. First, it glowed, but suddenly, it formed a barrier around me, protecting me from the hollow's attack. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I decided that just a barrier wasn't enough. By punching toward the monster, a blast of gold energy burned through it's mask, killing the beast. That was the first time I could use my powers, and each night, I learned more and more about them.
The only issue was that the more I practiced, the more hollows came after me. After a week of fighting one hollow each night, I was outmatched. Three came up out of nowhere, and these were stronger and smarter than the rest. Even with my new proficiency with my ring's abilities, I probably couldn't handle even one of them. After they swatted my attacks away like they were nothing, I was certain it was over. The fear was back, but there was nothing I could do.
And then he appeared. A black figure with a white mask. Using only his sword, he sliced each hollow into two pieces. The fight lasted maybe three seconds, and in the end, it was over. When he finished, he sheathed his blade and turned around to look at me. I must have appeared like a dumbfounded fool to him, but there was something about those blood red and white eyes. The fear was back, but this time, it was accompanied with curiosity.
"You seek my strength," he told me. I could barely muster a nod. How'd he even know? It's like he read my mind. "Then let me teach you. Leave your current life behind and join me. I promise to make you strong and teach you things that you couldn't imagine." It was an offer I couldn't refuse. My friends. Granny Paral. Even with them around, I still found myself alone. This life, however, was different. I could make myself into something great. I wouldn't have peers who could leave me. No, I'd have people working under me. I'll be stronger than them all. One day, I'll even be stronger than Douma.
And so I took the man's hand and we left. He taught me about Soul Society, the Human World, and Hueco Mundo. I learned about he various races and organizations in existence. And in exchange, with my new abilities, I carried out jobs. I was a mercenary for other groups. I headed smuggling missions for Douma. He even sent me to assassinate some targets giving him trouble. As the years passed and I grew in strength, I needed more. I felt like I hit my limit. And that's when he returned, this time with information on Martial Discipline techniques. The next step above for Fullbringers. He told me that if I could learn them, I'd become one of his executive agents, and once again, I couldn't say no. I was on the road to true power. With these techniques, I wouldn't be Douma's underling for much longer at this rate.
Chapter 6 - Molded by Fear
I was weak. For every success, there were too failures. Douma continued to send me on suicide missions. Sometimes, I came back unharmed. Other times, I was lucky to return to my life. But Douma was kind. He healed me, and when he did, he brought me back to my knees. Every failed job terrified me, knowing that he was waiting for my return. No one else got such attention, only myself. I was different.
But nonetheless, I got stronger. Douma introduced me to more powerful humans - fullbringers. They taught me to use my abilities. Some other races introduced me to power techniques. But the stronger I grew, the more difficult my tasks became. I succeeded in very few jobs, and each defeat was accompanied with a new beating. I could not stand against the Angel of Silence.
And I fought back. I fought with everything I had. He forced me to. “Get up,” he would say. “Your back is against the wall.” he told me. “What are you so afraid of?” he asked, like he knew the rush I got from his terror. Like he knew the answer already. I didn’t need to tell him I was afraid of him. I needed to show him. He somehow understood that I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be the horror that brings other to their knees, just as he is to me.
I don’t know how or when, but when I woke up, my fullbring had changed. The sealed items were the same. I kept my graduation ring and my yellow bracelet, but they didn’t mean what they once did to me. My past no longer mattered, but my soul was anchored in them as a reminder of my weakness. I had to grow stronger. I had to become a demon far darker than the Angel could ever become.
Douma no longer beat me for my failures. He knew of the change in my soul that his hellish fires molded and craft. Douma changed me, and since that change, I’ve not been the same. I was his elite agent, Crow. Funny how that’s what they called me. Few know what I look like, so they couldn’t derrive the name from my appearance. Instead, it came from my presence. Wherever I appeared, bodies fell to the floor. Like a crow, I am an omen of death. Every appearance brought a cloud of terror, and they had no clue who I am. I love it.
Current Story Status: [High Ranking Subordinate of Douma]
