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From behind his mask, muffled but voluminous words rang forth, "Fickle little things, gods are, don't you think?" For the first time in this entire tournament he had spoken, thirty one matches consecutively in dead silence. Until now. This was their final round, and his opponent had proven to be as tactful and skillful a combatant as he was. They had fought a total gauntlet every day for a month. Each match harder than the last, but this was the thirty second, the first day of the next month. The two had finally met on the field of battle as equals, thus far none of the other competitors had been worthy of conversation. The only thing that had given them worth was the sweet release of their death. 

This man, however, was worth conversation. Thirty one days of combat hadn't slowed his senses, the others never rested or intentionally sabotaged their competition. Corban and Shin had managed to avoid restless nights. Together they had managed to reach the end of their long trial, and this was the final hurdle. 

The assassin had some degree of respect for the warrior Corban, an honor not so easily handed out. So, for the first time in a month, he spoke to his opponent. "Forcing their servants and unfortunate subjects to dance like monkeys. My question is, which are you?" There was a subtle tone of malice in his voice, already he was toying with egos. The two hadn't even engaged in combat yet, and he was already insinuating superiority.

The pair had already exited their opposing gateways, entering the circular arena and watching the walls rise around them. Giving them a large locale with much in the way of cover, pillars and walls were interspersed around the arena with overlapping and random patterns. Shin stood near the north end, and Corban near the south. A clear line was between them with a circle of room in the middle. Their voices carried quite well in the circular chamber, and communication would be possible from anywhere despite the size. 

Shin stood with his right hand clenched tightly around the shrunken black staff. Holding it in its smallest form, ready to adapt once combat had begun. Despite the constant combat, however, neither of them had any injuries or wear on their outfits. Shin's conservative clothes had repaired themselves after every battle, and Corban's outfit had as well. Every wound they had taken had healed in the night after each battle.

They were at their peaks and in an Arena designed to cater to both of their needs, it would be an even and interesting bout.

Name: Shincoco

Age: 552

Sex: Male

Race: Human/Godslave

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 240 lbs.

Physical Description: Shin is a man of average height, however, that is the only thing average about him. Beneath his clothing is a body coated from top to bottom in thick scar tissue, this tissue hides an inhumanly fit body. His shoulders are rather broad, though not unnaturally so. Should one see behind his mask they would see a hand shaped scar on his face, splitting his top and bottom lip and crossing over where his right eye used to be. Where his right eye should be is not but an empty socket. 

The handprint overlaps his hairline and leaves two large chunks of hair missing from the right half of his head. It's a burn scar, so the flesh is warped and deformed, as well as grossly discolored. 

Shin dresses simply, a pair of creased black pants adorns his legs. The cuffs are damaged just  slightly from wear and tear. He wears a long sleeved, button up, cuffed and collared shirt. It is tucked into his pants. Over the shirt is a brown button up vest. 

Adorning his head is a black iron mask with several leather straps that hold it into place. Behind the mask you can see his left eye, the sclera of it is stained red from an eye injury in the past. 

Psychological Description: Shin is an aggressive man. Especially when he is tasked with bringing the head of a target back to the benefactor of his payment. Behind the veil of aggression, Shin is a man of class with a long history of lving the high life due to his numerous escapades into the 'unsavory' task of assassinations. Shin thinks highly of himself, and with good reason, he has only ever failed once to bring home his mark. 

When his target can fight back he mocks them, intentionally causing them mental distress during the ensuing fight. This mocking often pushes them into situations where they cannot think clearly. 

Abilities: 
Physical-
Biological Immortality: Granted to him by his godly master, Shin's body has become immune to the effects of aging and disease. Every cell in his body is cycled out as soon as they die, allowing his body to survive grizzly wounds and not fear the consequences of death unless Shock were to set in. Within a few minutes Shin can regenerate a third degree burn or similarly grievous wound.

Durable Hide: Hardened through innumerable battles, countless scars, and endless regrowth. Shin's skin has become hardened to the same density and strength as leather. His fingertips are as hard as bone and as course as sandpaper. This allows him to survive significantly greater beatings than normal men. A blow that would break a man in half, such as being struck by a car moving at highway speeds, is only enough to push him aside. A blade that could bisect a man, he can catch barehanded. Shin's body is strong enough to withstand even the most brutal of injuries. 

Beyond Peak Human Ability: Like a blade folded and forged, Shin's body has been broken down and rebuilt uncountably over the course of five and a half centuries. The results of his training has built him into a devastating living weapon. An obsessively violent man, he is like a predator. Naturally honed to the peak of ability for one reason and one reason alone. To kill as efficiently as possible.

Strength- The human body grows stronger with adversity, every injury makes it stronger. The old addage is true, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Shin's body has unnaturally dense muscle, built up from more training than is possible in a single human life. In fact, built up over the course of several human lives. He is capable of lifting overhead, holding, and throwing two long tons of weight. In numbers that is 4,480 bs of weight. Due to his incredible stamina, he can hold this overhead indefinitely.
Speed and Agility- Cardio and athleticism are important part of physical training. Shin takes his body as seriously as the Vatican takes the Pope. His body is a temple, and it must be maintained in every way shape and form. His legs are as toned as his upper body, giving him incredible mobility. He can run at high speed, 45 miles per hour. Every footstep can tear up turf while in full sprint. As well, he has agility to dwarf the ability of any human gymnast. Able to perform several aerial flips from a standing position, he even has the ability to wall run for short periods and wall jump.
Stamina- The most fortuitous byproduct of his ascension to immortality is his work towards sustaining his energy in a fight. Even the most grueling and time consuming fight can't exhaust his stamina, unlike a normal human he can fight for hours upon hours upon hours. Able to fight for almost an entire 24 hour period without end, without rest. It might be his godly blessing, or perhaps it is his religious fanaticism towards lethal efficiency. But the only way to keep Shin down is by crippling him.
Tolerance- Even Shin himself doesn't know whether his pain tolerance is due to his religious fanaticism or physical hardening, but the effect is the same regardless. Shin will stand on a broken leg, punch with a broken arm, and talk with a broken jaw. He refuses to show pain, it's to break the confidence of his target. If he shows them that they aren't making any progress, they might feel like they aren't doing any work.
 

Mental-
Accelerated Thought: Shin's mind is four times faster than a human's mind, his mastery of critical on the fly analysis in combat is terrifying. He can predict where his foe is going to end up the moment that they begin to move. Spotting subtle differences in behavior, calculating the necessary amount of weight to put behind his blows after landing a single punch. On the battlefield he is a supercomputer designed to kill, and he will outthink and outmanouver anyone he meets in combat. 

The Left Eye: Though he only has the one eye, it is among his most valuable assets. Shin's left eye can percieve images as they happen, unlike human eyes which have a delay. Able to percieve every single movement faster than his conscious mind can keep up, Shin's eye can track any number of objects moving at any speed within his field of vision. As well, it is telescopic up to the horizon, obviously it cannot see anything beyond. His eye can zoom in and out faster than his conscious mind as well. A normal human would struggle to percieve so fast, but Shin has learned to compensate with his superhumanly fast thought processes. Breaking down every single moment millisecond by millisecond, giving him an almost mechanical understanding of his opponent's appearance and movement.

Equipment: 
The Black Staff: This is the ultimate weapon, while it isn't a planet shredding laser or plasma cannon fueled by a star, it is the peak of conventional weaponry. An extension of the very soul of Shincoco, it is a weapon usable only to he. Forged in the hands of The God of Form, Ragii, and merged with the very essence of Shincoco's being. It is the physical embodiment of Shin's soul. The Black Staff has several properties that make it an incomparable weapon to any other in the Universe, perhaps even the Multiverse.

As sturdy as tungsten carbide, as hard as diamond, as maleable as molten steel. The Black Staff is a perfect material, unlike any other. It has a perfectly even consistency, meaning that there are no weak points except perhaps the thinnest point. It won't snap under pressure no matter how much is pressed into it.
It can strike opponents who are on entirely separate planes of existence, as long as they are in the same "place". It can strike liquid and gas as well as it can solids, there is nothing immune to its strike.
It can be broken into pieces, and those pieces are entirely able to be manipulated by his hands. As well, he can decide when to dissipate those pieces into nothingness once again. Allowing him to create multiple weapons or even projectiles in particularly unique cases.
Its  physical properties are entirely negotiable, as the weapon cannot weigh anything to Shin, he can increase any of its attributes in a psuedo powering up sort of way. By channeling more power into the staff he can increase the size, weight, length, and density of the staff to unbelievable levels. This has no upper limit, obviously it can only grow so much so fast. While the staff initially can rapidly increase its size up to 10 feet and 10,000 lbs. It can double this rapidly, but after the first burst of change it takes twice as long every time it duplicates.
The next is the Staff's transformative abilities. Allowing it to not only change its size, weight, and density, but also shape. Allowing Shin to have a weapon custom and personally tailored to the battle that he is in. His personal favorite weapon is a straight sword with a swordbreaker fuller. This was designed to combat users of his most despised weapon. The Katana.
The Wirefighter Illusion. Yes, that means exactly what you think it means. As a man of Chinese culture, Shin finds the technique of wirefighting to be endearing and graceful. It inspired an incredibly complex system that allows Shin to mimic the abilities demonstrated by wirefighters in film and on stage. By significantly altering and shifting the density of his black staff in specific points around his body, he can totally eliminate the effect of gravity on himself. This works by rapidly increasing the density of a small point on the staff and shooting it in the opposing direction of a given force, normally gravity. Most notably, this gives him the ability to walk on water and glide for short distances, as well as course correct in mid air. Combined with his natural agility, it gives him superhuman mobility.


Metal Mask: To hide the grizzly scar upon his face, Shin wears a mask cast from a civil war era cannon ball. The mask has just one eyehole, on the left side. As his right eye does not exist anymore. Its weight is laborous, strapped to his head with four leather bands. The weight serves as a reminder to why he is immortal, and as a reminder of who gave him his scar. Its also a decent shield for his face, protecting him from gunfire and the like. It is not unusually dense iron, it is not impossibly hard, it is simple iron. However, it is an inch thick with a very even surface. Making it a very effective protective cover.

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