[hider=Kiyomizu Hondai][CENTER][h2][color=#C3B1E1]Kiyomizu Hondai | Unagi[/color][/h2][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oq3NPHW.jpg[/img][/center] [center][sup]____________________________________________________[/sup][/center] [sub][b][u][color=a187be]C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N[/color][/u][/b][/sub] [indent][b][color=a187be]Name:[/color][/b] [color=a187be]本体[/color] Hondai, Kiyomizu [color=a187be]清水[/color] [b][color=a187be]Nicknames/Aliases:[/color][/b] Unagi | Kiyo [b][color=a187be]Birth City/District:[/color][/b] Heita District [b][color=a187be]Age:[/color][/b] 27 [b][color=a187be]Height:[/color][/b] 175 cm [b][color=a187be]Racial Background:[/color][/b] Half Chinese, Half Japanese [b][color=a187be]Race:[/color][/b] Y.S.G Awakened [b][color=a187be]Hair Color:[/color][/b] White [b][color=a187be]Eye Color:[/color][/b] Dark brown [b][color=a187be]Appearance:[/color][/b] At first glance everything about Kiyomizu is...rather unremarkable. Her hair is constantly pulled into a high ponytail, her clothes are run of the mill business attire, and she never needs for or wants to glamorize herself with make up or polish. Which in her line of work serves as its own form of crypsis, allowing to come and go as she pleases. Not to say she's [i]completely[/i] unremarkable. Her height puts her well above the average height of most women in the Sakanoshita District, modified or not. Paired with her eye-patch, which sticks out like a sore thumb, makes others second guess their approach. [b][color=a187be]Mutation Marker(s):[/color][/b] While her Mutation Markers are visible, they are well cloaked. Her first mutation consists of three rows of gills on both sides of her throat. Normally the segmentation would be visibly seen by anyone looking, but she has a thin operculum covering her gill arches and gill rachis. The thin plating is the same skin tone as the rest of her body, but with a slight bulge not normally noticed unless you were touching her skin or staring at her neck. Being tall adds to the perception of how much [i]larger[/i] than she actually is. The second mutation marker is less conspicuous. Dorsal fins line the backs of her legs, spine, and arms from top to bottom. Both anterior and posterior fins are about 3 inches in length from her skins surface. Most of the time they are folded over and covered by her clothing which is why she wears loose fitting suits. Luckily, they’re translucent as to not garner too much more attention than needed. [b][color=a187be]Personality:[/color][/b] Kiyomizu is a hard women, in all senses of the term. Hard to meet, hard to understand, but mostly hard to get to know. She doesn’t steer too much outside of the realm of her work and what her next priority is. This can come off as her being dull or a victim of being a slave to her work, but she finds neither is true. What’s hard for her is finding anyone worth having a conversation with that goes beyond pleasantries. Someone to respect her rather than fear her. Perhaps her own perception of herself has been skewed and reinforced the thought of needing to harden her emotions to the point she had no real outward expression besides irritation and disappointment. Contrary to her electric bite gained from being a YSG, her tone is direct and monotone, not changing for any form of hesitation internally or external. If there is one thing that can soften the edges it’s alcohol and a pack of freshly smacked cigarettes. [b][color=a187be]Aspirations:[/color][/b] A simple life. Proper channels for orphans. Unpolluted waters. [b][color=a187be]Fears:[/color][/b] Fear of drowning. Fear of an unfulfilled life. [b][color=a187be]Vehicle:[/color][/b] [url=https://imgur.com/eBlGA0t]Nissan Skyline 2000GT-R[/url]. What’s more futuristic than going back to the basics? This model is a reinvented spin on the classic 2000GT-R released in 1972, a whole two centuries ago. The model isn’t exactly a 1:1 remake since driving down a highway is no longer streamlined with all the technology. Instead, it borrows bits and pieces from the original model and puts a spin on them in this new model. Yeah, it’s a bit bulkier than the original model, but what it lacks in flair it makes up for in speed and durability. I mean what 20th century cars were made to ram blockades and deflect bullets? And while motobikes are all the craze just about anywhere you go, Kiyomizu was never a huge fan of being on a bike. To her it felt like being a fish out of water and you were more exposed to danger than in anything else, but it did prove to win out in escapes and high-speed chases. Kiyomizu was an old school kind of gal anyways, whether it was picked up from her father or just the overall feeling of being behind the wheel. She’s stripped the inside of anything A.I. or future technology minus a screen in the center panel. Otherwise, it’s fully manual, has nitrous capabilities, and can speed up to just shy of 240 mph. All she’s missing are some fuzzy dice. [/indent] [sub][b][u][color=a187be]P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N[/color][/u][/b][/sub] [indent][b][color=a187be]Strengths/Natural Abilities:[/color][/b] [color=a187be][b][i]Linguist:[/i][/b][/color] If translator pieces are on the fritz, you can rely on Kiyomizu to successfully navigate any conversation with a native speaker fluently. [color=a187be][b][i]Marital Arts & Weapon Expert:[/i][/b][/color] Kiyomizu has been trained classically in many Japanese and Chinese schools of martial arts, ranging from Wing chun to Kyūdō. While she's only an expert in the use of a pistol an no other firearm, she is an expert in traditional weapons. Most notably nunchaku and bō staves. [color=a187be][b][i]Y.S.G Enhanced:[/i][/b][/color] Like others, Kiyomizu was bestowed the gift of being naturally enhanced in all areas. [color=a187be][b][i]Sensor:[/i][/b][/color] Given the nature of her mutation, she excels at detection through the use of sensory detection via electromagnetic impulses. [b][color=a187be]Weaknesses/Flaws:[/color][/b] [color=a187be][b][i]Tech Support:[/i][/b][/color] Anything too technical or too new for Kiyomizu is too much for her to wrap her mind around. She has never had to rely on a computer or any technology to save her life or that of others. Her old fashioned mindset has led her to excel in other aspects of her life, but remain stagnant in others. Any tech stuff she leaves to others. [color=a187be][b][i]Insulators:[/i][/b][/color] Kiyomizu's Y.S.G abilities don't particularly work well or effectively when paired against insulators or being able to pierce through ground. [color=a187be][b][i]Overheating:[/i][/b][/color] Also due to her mutation, Unagi can not tolerate temperature that are too hot. [color=a187be][b][i]Lone Fish:[/i][/b][/color] Due to her years of living a completely self reliant life style with only having to work alone, Unagi has developed the unhealthy habit of being overconfident in her abilities when faced with a team setting. She rather work on something on her own regardless if the help of others would facilitate the mission. [b][color=a187be]Y.S.G Ability(ies):[/color][/b] Unagi is just that, an eel. Well, technically not a true eel, but an eel, nonetheless. With this mutation she has been opened to a secondary world, that of the sea. Not only do her gills and fins help her become a dominant swimmer and predator in the water, but it also helps her navigate the surface world. Her anatomy allows her a few things: first she can use her gills as a secondary breathing mechanic in case her mouth is ever covered. Second, she’s gained new organs (main, Hunter’s, and Sach’s) to help create the electricity needed to use her abilities. This allows her to generate two types of voltage, high and low. Low voltage is what permits her to excel in sensory detection, much like her aquatic counterpart, she can send out multiple small pulses of electromagnetic energy. Comparable to a bat’s echolocation, once she gets a hit, she can pinpoint the precise location of whom she’s tracking and, in some cases, stop their escape through domination of their nervous system. This works more efficiently in water but works well on land. High voltage is where her offensive abilities come into play. Once her brain sends a signal to her nervous system, Unagi lights up like a Christmas tree. Electric currents are generated all throughout her body and she can channel them into a concentrated area like her fists or encase herself with the energy like a shell. [b][color=a187be]Soul Binder/Weapon(s):[/color][/b] [url=https://www.karatemart.com/images/products/large/converta-chuck.jpg]Tsurizao[/url] ([color=a187be]釣り竿[/color]/Fishing Rod) Unagi's go to weapon is a blend of two very beloved weapons she's grown up with, the nunchaku and bō. Not being able to choose between one she chose both. The primary form of the weapon is a black metallic rod made to be able to conduct the electricity from Unagi into the rod itself. She carries it on her person, specifically on the waist of her back. The rod itself is only about 15 cm long, until she decides to extend it into its full 1.8 meter height. Not only can she extend it but she can also retract the staff and separate it into two, forming a nunchaku through a chain within the center of the staff. It has no discernible abilities outside of the ones listed. [b][color=a187be]Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories:[/color][/b] None, too new school. [sub][b][u][color=a187be]E X T R A[/color][/u][/b][/sub] [b][color=a187be]Anything else?[/color][/b] (Un)Surprisingly does not like the taste of eel. Has nothing under her eye-patch. Probably should have some type of lung cancer by now. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7i6JDMguso&ab_channel=BeachBunny]Theme[/url] [/indent][/cell] [cell][sub][b][u][color=a187be]H i s t o r y[/color][/u][/b][/sub] [hider=Incase it's long][indent]Where to even begin. Rather than have her head in the clouds, most of the time Kiyo had her head in the tank. A fish tank to be precise and not one of those dainty looking ones you get from a pet store than end up breaking on you after a month. No, instead it was one of those giant tanks that line an entire building, you know, an aquarium. Although there weren’t many or rather no aquariums at all in the Heita district, just crime and debauchery. When you grow up with it you get used to it and the fear of being a victim slowly starts to ween off you like a child fresh off the breastmilk of their mother. Before we can get to the aquariums some background on Kiyo is rather necessary. Kiyo grew up in the Heita district, how she ended up there? She had no clue, but she didn’t really have a clue about a lot of things. It begun with not knowing who her mother was or where she was or if she was still alive. These were questions that originally popped into her head, but later dissuaded herself from asking, because her father was more than enough, and she trusted that he withheld that information for a reason. What she did know of her mother was by extension of her father. She knew she was Chinese, she was beautiful, and she taught her dad half of everything he knows. Despite all this she never had a photo or a single record of her to confirm what he told her or if she even existed. Well, she kind of had to if Kiyo had been brought into the world. Another thing she didn’t know was what her father did for work, he was just as secretive if not more when it came to that. There were occasions when seedy men showed up at the house and times where she had to play a fun game of hide and seek while he had guests over, yet no one seemed to ever want to find her. And while he provided them with everything, they could need she knew he wasn’t rich enough to move them to any district outside of Heita. Some people may call her blind faith in her father stupidity or ignorance, but she found it to be love. That love was returned in the form of education. Since she couldn’t go to school, he taught her what he knew or rather what he thought was best for her to know. Of course, he started off with the basics like addition and subtraction, how to read and write, even some of the history of the world. Once the basics were over, he introduced her to extra curriculars, which consisted of martial arts training, learning foreign languages, and even drinking ice cold beers. This went on for some odd number of years. In spite of that not everything was so ‘adult’ when it came to her teachings, he still treated her like a child. He showed her his favorite hobbies, bought her toys and candy, and even got her a goldfish. That was the catalyst for her love of fish. Her father even began to teach himself about fish just to appease the voracious appetite of his daughters wishes. She wasn’t sure what it was about fish that drew her attention, maybe it was because they were never caged or rather the ocean never ended for them no matter how far they swam. Maybe it was their freedom or maybe it was just how adaptive they can be no matter how bad and filthy their habitat was. Regardless, they drew Kiyo in more and more until she was attached. Unfortunately like most goldfish, hers died. It was a devastating blow to an adolescent child, but that was her first experience with loss whether she recognized it or not. Fortunately for her, her father was able to sneak her out of the district to bring her to her first ever aquarium. The sheer size and quality blew her away, she didn’t know how he managed to scrounge up the extra cash nor how he got her there, but she was in love. Her face was pressed up against the glass so tight she could see the condensation forming on the glass from her hot breath. Eventually she had to be pulled away to return home, but he made it a point to bring her once a month. And so, once a month it was practically her birthday, more so because she never really got much for her birthday or any subsequent holidays. And while her life had finally found some excitement it had other plans for her father. That time of the month came once again and they set out for the aquarium, except something was off. Her father kept turning around to look behind him every few minutes, he tried to play a running game with her, but she was getting too old at this point to humor his games. As she always did, she trusted her father would do what was best for them. They made it to the aquarium and looked around as always, hell they were even recognizable regulars by the patrons. This month they had added a new exhibit, once with a pool of electric eels. She walked off on her own to view the new exhibit while her father remained at the shark tank as he always did. She was lost in the wriggling bodies of the eels until she heard a scream and then a few loud pops. The aquarium irrupted into mayhem. Confused she tried looking for her father in a sea of people trying to make their way to the emergency exists. That’s when she saw her father making his way toward her, yet there was something different about him, something she hadn’t recognized before. Fear. This new expression was followed by red ooze slipping out of his mouth, no it was blood. He kept shouting something at her, but with the sound muffled from the cacophonous shouting she couldn’t make way of what he was saying. When she finally read his lips saying [i]”run”[/i] she had already been picked up by the same men she remembered seeing all those years ago. Before she could fight back, she was quickly drugged and slipped into a stream of unconsciousness. She woke up every now and then seeing men in surgical masks and surgical tools on a tray as they stared at her just as she had stared at the fish earlier that day. Drugs began to wear off and she could feel pain course through her body. She woke up in a terror and began to thrash about, provoking the men to try and hold her down to inject her with something more potent. Before that could happen though, she could feel a warmth erupt from deep within her. A shout left her throat and a surge of electricity pulsed out of her, shattering the lights leaving nothing but darkness. She slipped under once more before waking up to her father calling her name, armed with nothing but the flashlight from his cellphone. She woke up what felt like hours later. It had been months. She was in another office, this time a bit more professional before she was met with the presence of what was probably another doctor. The first time in her life she began to ask questions, rattling them off like bullets, asking about where she was, who he was, where her dad was. It was something new for her all together. The reality of the situation was her father owed money, lots of it, and they found out he had been spending money to bring her to the aquarium every month for years. Her father knew of the result from the onset but had made peace with it. The doctor explained that he had brought Kiyo in late at night distraught, wounded, and carrying a girl on the verge of death from a botched organ extraction. She was the target of the black-market trade, not her father. With no donors and no one to match Kiyo’s blood type except for her father he made the decision to donate whatever organs she needed to live. The transplants worked, but to save her life he had to exchange his. This was the second time Kiyo was met with loss and this time she was also unable to process it, but that would be the last time she did. After her recovery, she decided to join the Tenshi-tachi no musuko-tachi as a means to an end. She used her time with them to hone her already latent talents and learn whatever she could while she got herself set up. Eventually she was able to extend her reach to find the men who her father was indebted too. Without so much as a hint of hesitation she struck like an eel and devoured the men just as the sharks would that her father would so fondly watch during their routine aquarium visits. Things were empty for her after that, she took what she wanted from her slum of a home that had lost its sheen after what transpired and she headed out of the Heita district, forever. She left the Sons of Angels behind all the same and made sure to stop at the aquarium one last time. Kiyo sawm through life like the very fish she loved, becoming a gun for hire until she met one contractor named Tsukiyama, that wanted her skills permanently. Dismissive at first, Kiyo finally came around when she realized she was tired and the Kurosagi clan could help meet and share her goals. [/indent][/hider][/cell][/row][/table][/hider]