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Four Winds

@Riffus Maximus
Alright my dude, made the edit based off what would likely happen if a teenage boy slammed into a panther, naturally adding in the awkward occurrences anime is infamous for.

Four Winds

Ohohoh, an update! Time to show off, and butt into Don's business yet again!

@Riffus Maximus

HA YOU THOUGHT

Four Winds

~ Nihiri Rakkan

@Riffus Maximus@GreenGoat@Scio

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His attention turned from the odd scenario before him to the Auburn-Haired man he had learned to be a 'Teacher' of the Academy. He listened intently, concentrating to hear him despite the distance, likely due to some strange whimsical magic, he was capable of hearing the man clearly regardless of the distance. His eyes twinkled gently as he watched the man, Varus, remove what seemed to be an hourglass from one of the pockets on his jacket. As his interest heightened, he payed even closer attention to the words falling from the Man's mouth, Varus seemed to be scanning over the students, each one flinching and squirming as eye-contact was forced.

As he watched Varus's eyes move to the people near him, he found that he instead was the one forcing Varus into eye-contact. He made no attempts to force intimidation, nor did he cower away to the man's powerful eyes. Instead, he merely gazed into the man's eyes with a look of contentment across his face, offer a friendly half-smile to the man. It had been many years since he had been affected by hostility, and that wasn't going to change now.

As the Instructor finished his statements, his eyes moved quickly to a girl who seemed to making an attempt at some sort of stealth attack, but rather than trying to harm Valrus, she seemed much more interested in damaging his Jacket. Albeit finding the act a bit odd, he remembered where he was, and that his definition of 'odd' was likely going to change drastically over the next few days.

Taking a slow pull from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, attempting to discern the girl's motives before his attention was forcibly shifted to the source of a blood-curdling scream. He eyes found the screams source, an attractive young woman with deeply tanned skin, and while admittedly she was clad in clothing less than conservative, he found that it suited her quite well. As her scream changed his eyes narrowed a bit, watching as her body transformed into that of a panther before turning and looking past him.

He knew immediately that she was headed his direction based off the emotion her eyes revealed, and while he wasn't sure if he was the target or not, he knew that he could complete this trial nonetheless. As she began to move towards him, a tear fell from his eye due to the pain he was forcing himself to focus on, and as her paws left the ground, he scars opened to release the black, reflective metal his magic called forth.

The change was almost instantaneous, in less than a second the relaxed boy with scars had been replaced by a beast with claws of black, his demeanor reeking of protection, and as the panther's leap led her closer and closer, he began to move as well, leaping forward with strength a man his size could never possess, and his open palm was moving incredibly fast to meet the chest of the panther before him. While he had no attempt at lethality by using his claws, he was not afraid to hurt someone with intent to attack an ally.

As he came closer and closer to making contact with the Panther in the air before him, he closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate, and when he opened them, he saw nothing but black as a strange fog had completely enclosed his field of vision. He felt his palm make contact with the Panther's Chest, but due to utter loss of his vision, his entire body collided into her, causing them both to fall into a heap, the panther now atop of him.

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@Letter Bee
Not exclusively, but Nihiri isn't very focused on corporeal indulgence, meaning it takes a lot more than a pretty face to win him over.

Four Winds

~ Nihiri Rakkan

@King Tai@banjoanjo

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As the young man of western Descent approached him, a subtly quizzical smile played out onto his face. Taking one hand from his pocket, he removed the cigarette from his lips and exhaled slowly, the smoke falling in thin wisps from his nose as he turned his head to look at him. Taking another slow pull from the cigarette, he let out a soft chuckle after hearing the man's question, shaking his head 'No' a few times before exhaling the smoke in his lungs and responding.

"I'm Afraid not, I've always preferred swallowing my hallucinogenics to smoking them."

Just as the words fell from his mouth, he turned his head to meet the voice of another young man that was approaching them, raising an eyebrow softly as his eyes ran up and down this classically handsome newcomer.

"Could you think of a better timing? With this many hallucinations in one place, you could dose up anything you-"
He stopped abruptly as the small trio was infiltrated by a rather aggressive man of clear Eurasian decent, his eyebrows lifting slightly as he quietly watched the exchange between the two gentlemen, And although He wasn't particularly fond of this newcomer's apparent attention seeking, he reminded himself that everything had it's reasons, holding something against another would never be anything short of Futile.

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~ Nihiri Rakkan

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The cigarette held between his lips left a thin trail of smoke that lingered in the air behind him as he walked through the marvelous gates of the Four Winds Academy. Thanks to his participation in the unofficial orientation a few days before, his possessions had already been taken to his dorm and unpacked, and he was vaguely familiar with his way around the school, but the small map folded into his back pocket assured him that he wouldn't get lost too easily. He had both of his hands in the pockets of his black, semi-formal jeans, and his head wasn't entirely down, but neither was he looking straight forward. Nihiri had several sets of the same outfit, his "Semi-Formal" wear, which included a black vest overtop of a white button-up with cuffed sleeves, a loose black necktie, and a pair of well fitting black dress-jeans. He wore this ensemble at all times, except in the case of Formal events, in which he would wear a black sports-jacket.
As he walked further into the school grounds, the number of people slowly increased until he hit what he assumed to be the center, given the surplus of pedestrians milling about and striking up nervous conversations. His eyes grazed over their numbers slowly, pulling the cigarette from his mouth momentarily, only to flick the build-up of ash off and return the burning stick to his lips. As he surveyed, he noticed a window a story above his height open, releasing a quick yet steady billow of smoke that flooded into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. He watched in interests as slight beams of light began to push through, growing exponentially until the ground was covered in a magical disco-ball pattern. As he continued to watch, he saw as the smoke began to spiral downwards, slowly forming into beautiful birds, doves to be exact, which quickly began to dive towards each and every student. Doubting the likelihood of a magical attack occurring on the first day, he smiled and braced himself for the Dove of narcotic origins, inhaling the familiar smoke deep into his lungs, only to be caught wonderfly off guard as he felt himself fall victim to it's magical properties.
As Jasper's semi-personal message was relayed, then shortly dissipated, he noticed the sudden appearance before him of a lean, yet muscular man with dark Auburn hair appear before him, as well as in front of every student within his line of sight, assuming that this was a strange part of an odd Orientation, he followed the man happily, taking another slow puff from the cigarette in his mouth.

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@January
Alright, so it won't be a problem if I just make an intro post of him arriving to the school, post smoke-screen?

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Any chance someone could summarize what's happened so far in the IC?

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Nihiri Suto Rakkan

~Nihiri Suto Rakkan~

~18~

~ In addition, on the inside of both arms he has a singular long, wide scar from his wrist to his elbow ~

~Personality~

Nihiri is, most simply put, an Oxymoron.
Despite being Existentially Nihilistic, Nihiri is quite positive, and carries a mentality and philosophy that he isn't quite capable of placing into words. He believes existence to be insignificant, but not without personal value. His personal ideology is formed by his life-long depression combined with his refusal to give in to aforementioned Illness. It's product being a humble, content personality. He is rarely aggravated due to his immense sympathy of other's perspective, and often provides encouragement in a method much different from others. Aside from his strange perspective, he is deeply loyal to people he develops relationships with, and often crosses his own moral boundaries for their sake. He strives continuously to be supportive of those around him, and his ability to offer constructive criticism has lead him to become a social Father Figure, capable of giving advice and guidance without hostility to those who ignore it. Most simply, he is a man of enormous understanding and patience, forever determined to be a pillar of support.

~History~

Nihiri was born by a single mother in a small farming Town, one with less than two hundred inhabitants that believed strongly in creating a unified community. Every face was familiar and friendly, but none more so than that of his grandfather. His grandfather had been drafted into a Naval Battle at 19, and was Employed as a Mechanic during his first tour, and a chef during his second. With the skills he acquired during his service, he became a Pillar of his community, happy to lend a helping hand without needing to be asked. Nihiri showed little interest in Mechanics, so his grandfather passed his amazing culinary skills to him, and he excelled. At the age of 10, he was regarded as one of the best cooks in Japan, albeit only by his fellow villagers. His Grandfather was the only Father he ever knew, and he was devastated when he learned his mother had decided to move to a larger city, hours away.
The drastic change in Nihiri's life paved the way for his depression to grow, and at the age of Twelve he had become so deeply influenced that he began to see therapists, none of whom could help an angry child that refused to acknowledge his emotions. His Mother soon stopped the appointments, as she couldn't afford a service Nihiri refused, and soon became so busy with work that Nihiri rarely saw her for more than a few hours a week. The isolation only furthered the progress of his Depression, and he began to eat less and less, becoming very pale and sickly. After two years, his depression took a drastically aggressive turn, and he began to self-harm to bring relief to the turmoil he felt. At the age of 14, and after three prior hospitalizations, he attempted a suicide that was so drastic it nearly killed him, and had he not been flown to a much larger hospital, it would have been lethal. Due to the severity of his attempt, he was admitted to a long term-facility that he would have remained in for two years, had his Grandfather not appeared to assist with his recovery. With the Help and Encouragement of his Grandfather, Nihiri was treated and kept for observation for less than a month, and completely reversed his Illness.
After a year, things returned to normal, and Nihiri began to develop an affinity for supporting and helping people of all walks of life, regardless of their influence on him. Having finally achieved a comfort in his past, he began to wear his arms openly, no longer ashamed of the large vertical scars up his arms. Soon after, he began to have episodes in which he would feel a hot, excruciating pain on the length of the scar. He saw multiple Doctors to try and assess the cause, each as confused as the last, until in an urge of desperation, he visited an acclaimed witch doctor on his own, without his mother or family knowing. The Witch Doctor knew what was happening to him the moment she touched his scars, and told him to focus on the pain exclusively, to silence everything surrounding him until he was one with the pain. When he did so, his scars turned a dark black that spread across his forearms and up onto his hands, forming long, sharp claws over his fingers. He watched in horror as it spread past his elbows, covering the entirety of his arms in dark, obsidian like metal, with an electric blue pulsating from the spaces between. By the age of 17, he had learned how to summon forth his magic, and how to dispel it, but believed he had yet to achieve even a tenth of the power it granted him. Then, one day, he received an invitation to a School that would teach him his own potential, and he couldn't pack fast enough.

~Skills~

Nihiri's perspective and experience has granted him an understanding of how to de-escalate hostile situations. He also has retained and grown in his Culinary Expertise, and has become capable of creating incredible meals.

~Abilities~

~Conjuration~
~Demon Arms: (Inspiration/Visual Aid) When he summons his arms, he is granted an extreme increase in his Stamina, Strength, and Speed. The magic used for his arms is much like a Muscle, over-usage tires him exponentially, but the more he uses them, the stronger his magic becomes.~

~Inventory~

~ A single Black-Ink Pen
~An Old, Worn Zippo with a man Fishing carved onto it's case that belonged to his Grandfather~
~A small, black, leather bound Memo book he keeps in his Back Left Pocket~
~A Black Cigarette Case filled with unfiltered cigarettes and a matchbook that he keeps in his back right Pocket.~

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Alright @Scio, made the Minor changes requested by including a line regarding his invitation and changing his magic's class, anything else?

Nihiri Suto Rakkan

~Nihiri Suto Rakkan~

~18~

~ In addition, on the inside of both arms he has a singular long, wide scar from his wrist to his elbow ~

~Personality~

Nihiri is, most simply put, an Oxymoron.
Despite being Existentially Nihilistic, Nihiri is quite positive, and carries a mentality and philosophy that he isn't quite capable of placing into words. He believes existence to be insignificant, but not without personal value. His personal ideology is formed by his life-long depression combined with his refusal to give in to aforementioned Illness. It's product being a humble, content personality. He is rarely aggravated due to his immense sympathy of other's perspective, and often provides encouragement in a method much different from others. Aside from his strange perspective, he is deeply loyal to people he develops relationships with, and often crosses his own moral boundaries for their sake. He strives continuously to be supportive of those around him, and his ability to offer constructive criticism has lead him to become a social Father Figure, capable of giving advice and guidance without hostility to those who ignore it. Most simply, he is a man of enormous understanding and patience, forever determined to be a pillar of support.

~History~

Nihiri was born by a single mother in a small farming Town, one with less than two hundred inhabitants that believed strongly in creating a unified community. Every face was familiar and friendly, but none more so than that of his grandfather. His grandfather had been drafted into a Naval Battle at 19, and was Employed as a Mechanic during his first tour, and a chef during his second. With the skills he acquired during his service, he became a Pillar of his community, happy to lend a helping hand without needing to be asked. Nihiri showed little interest in Mechanics, so his grandfather passed his amazing culinary skills to him, and he excelled. At the age of 10, he was regarded as one of the best cooks in Japan, albeit only by his fellow villagers. His Grandfather was the only Father he ever knew, and he was devastated when he learned his mother had decided to move to a larger city, hours away.
The drastic change in Nihiri's life paved the way for his depression to grow, and at the age of Twelve he had become so deeply influenced that he began to see therapists, none of whom could help an angry child that refused to acknowledge his emotions. His Mother soon stopped the appointments, as she couldn't afford a service Nihiri refused, and soon became so busy with work that Nihiri rarely saw her for more than a few hours a week. The isolation only furthered the progress of his Depression, and he began to eat less and less, becoming very pale and sickly. After two years, his depression took a drastically aggressive turn, and he began to self-harm to bring relief to the turmoil he felt. At the age of 14, and after three prior hospitalizations, he attempted a suicide that was so drastic it nearly killed him, and had he not been flown to a much larger hospital, it would have been lethal. Due to the severity of his attempt, he was admitted to a long term-facility that he would have remained in for two years, had his Grandfather not appeared to assist with his recovery. With the Help and Encouragement of his Grandfather, Nihiri was treated and kept for observation for less than a month, and completely reversed his Illness.
After a year, things returned to normal, and Nihiri began to develop an affinity for supporting and helping people of all walks of life, regardless of their influence on him. Having finally achieved a comfort in his past, he began to wear his arms openly, no longer ashamed of the large vertical scars up his arms. Soon after, he began to have episodes in which he would feel a hot, excruciating pain on the length of the scar. He saw multiple Doctors to try and assess the cause, each as confused as the last, until in an urge of desperation, he visited an acclaimed witch doctor on his own, without his mother or family knowing. The Witch Doctor knew what was happening to him the moment she touched his scars, and told him to focus on the pain exclusively, to silence everything surrounding him until he was one with the pain. When he did so, his scars turned a dark black that spread across his forearms and up onto his hands, forming long, sharp claws over his fingers. He watched in horror as it spread past his elbows, covering the entirety of his arms in dark, obsidian like metal, with an electric blue pulsating from the spaces between. By the age of 17, he had learned how to summon forth his magic, and how to dispel it, but believed he had yet to achieve even a tenth of the power it granted him. Then, one day, he received an invitation to a School that would teach him his own potential, and he couldn't pack fast enough.

~Skills~

Nihiri's perspective and experience has granted him an understanding of how to de-escalate hostile situations. He also has retained and grown in his Culinary Expertise, and has become capable of creating incredible meals.

~Abilities~

~Conjuration~
~Demon Arms: (Inspiration/Visual Aid) When he summons his arms, he is granted an extreme increase in his Stamina, Strength, and Speed. The magic used for his arms is much like a Muscle, over-usage tires him exponentially, but the more he uses them, the stronger his magic becomes.~

~Inventory~

~ A single Black-Ink Pen
~An Old, Worn Zippo with a man Fishing carved onto it's case that belonged to his Grandfather~
~A small, black, leather bound Memo book he keeps in his Back Left Pocket~
~A Black Cigarette Case filled with unfiltered cigarettes and a matchbook that he keeps in his back right Pocket.~