If we are marked to die, we are enough To do our country loss; and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires; But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour As one man more, methinks, would share from me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart. His passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man’s company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Asian, Japanese for the trained eye that can discern the differences
Physical Appearance:
Kanajiro looks like a Asian thug, a lowlife not-yet-Yakuza guy who sits around in the bar with his friends drinking 'biru' or 'beer.' And, to tell the truth, that is more or less true. His haircut is very non traditional, and is thuggish even for western standards. At the very least, it looks sort of imposing. His sides are shaven both sides, with a single line running from the start of his hairline into halfway his hair on the right side of his head, which was colored blonde around the line. The top and back are still long and outgrown, often tied back into a ponytail, but not neccesarily always so.
He has characteristical slanted eyes, or 'Chink eyes' as some ruder people have called it. Besides that, he has nothing especially of note in his face, lest you count that his eyebrows are mostly furrowed inwards, giving people the impression that he is permanently angry or frustrated. He has a somewhat defined jawline, but nothing extremely out of the ordinary. His jaw rolls into a rounded chin with a small amount of hair on it, only noticeable if you pay attention to it. The growth is that small that it's not worth it to shave.
Kanajiro's face, as mentioned before, seems to be in a permanently angry looking, or frustrated state. Sometimes this is true, but his bring up is more so the reason than his actual feelings. For that reason his lips are often curled downwards, his eyebrows pointed inwards and his eyes have a tendency to stare people in the eyes. Pair that with Kanajiro's feeling of pride and a 'lifted chin' and it will make him look like a real asshole at times.
His body can be described as skinny, and somewhat muscled, most notably on his arms. However, it is nothing out of the ordinary and the muscles can be attributed to his skinny body. He has a small waist, which move into a slightly wider, but not too wide chest. In short, he's no bodybuilder and will probably never become one either. Kanajiro's skin tone is slightly yellow-ish, which will become noticeably redder in the facial areas when he consumes alcohol. According to him, it's called Asian glow, and apparently it's real.
Attire:
Kanajiro dresses in comfortable-but-fashionable clothes, which generally include 'stylish' sweatpants and skinny jeans, black slip-in shoes, t-shirts and tanktops paired with a jacket or vest of sorts. 2 favored colors of his are black and white, for fashion choices. Something always present in his outfit is a white bandana tied around a belt loop or around his wrist.
Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:
Kanajiro is a 'silent but present' type of person. He prefers to watch things unfold and generally only speaks when he feels like he has something to put in. That's not to say he is introverted, he is often more than happy to go out with a friend to do something, but will often let them do the talking. Girls have called him a 'good listener' if that is any help. Things he can say will generally be short, stupid jokes that don't get laughed at, sarcastic remarks, or friendly comments.
As for more neutral situations, Kanajiro can be quite respectful to superiors, such as teachers, parents or seniors that demand and deserve respect. But for equals or lowers, which is open to interpretation, he can behave in a rude manner, almost cocky sometimes, when he feels they don't give him the respect he deserves. He also pays lots of mind to behavior, in the way that respect towards others is quite important for him. This relates more to physical behavior than more subtle things like body language. As such, he could get very insulted by someone walking into him and making a half assed attempt at an apology.
In negative situations, such as arguments, fights or tense stand offs between rivals, he will be cocky, proud and aggressive. Kanajiro finds it hard to hold back at times, and will often throw the first punch or hit the first weak spot in an argument. Still, he maintains a quiet demeanor, although his face will tell you otherwise. As such Kanajiro is very easy to read, even by someone who is terrible at reading faces - if he is angry, you can definetely tell.
Deep down Kanajiro is more calm, relaxed and wishes to release himself and his pressures more often. His personality and odd quirks make it difficult for him, and the releases that he does have he finds in martial arts, which isn't exactly a release that makes you neccesarily more aggressive or calm. He tries his best to become more sociable, but his quiet nature and aggressive demeanor mean that this is exceptionally hard for him, which has made him even more so silent and aggressive. To him, it's a vicious cycle. As for things not neccesarily related to a positive, neutral or negative situation, Kanajiro is a proud, respectful at times, pessimistic and negative thinking, aggressive looking guy.
Hobbies/Interests:
Kanajiro used to spend his younger years training karate, but discontinued that. As for the here and now, he spends his time working out, practicing his (rusty) skills in martial arts and practicing qiqong (breathing exercises). Besides the sport sides, he also likes going out for a drink, and hanging out where ever. To him, a good party means a warm pub, or a bonfire and some drinks to be had with friends, and not neccesarily a club full of people dancing and jumping around. He also tries to keep up with his Japanese, but that's more of a self proclaimed duty than a hobby, as he loathes practicing it.
Skills/Talents:
He is rusty at his martial arts, but is a decent enough fighter and what he lacks in skill he makes up for in heart and courage. Stupid and dumb courage, but courage none the less. Besides the obvious he is a decently flexible guy, as qiqong also includes stretching and becoming more flexible.
Prized Possession:
His white bandana. It's a reminder of home, given to him by some friends when it became clear he was going to leave.
Quote(s):
“Nani? Are you stupid, or just brave?”
History/Bio:
Kanajiro was born in Osaka, Japan. This 'neon city' was quite beatiful. Atleast, if you are from the West. For locals it was less than perfect, especially in the poorer areas where Kanajiro lived. Kanajiro's family was part of the traditional working class, his mom being a stay at home mom, out of neccesity and not choice, and his father being a car mechanic, it was clear they didn't have much money. Kanajiro would never tell it like it was a bad thing, as he believes it brings strength and character to people. That's why he treats it as a legacy and not a sob story - never the less, poverty pushed them to the edges. Atleast school was afforded, and Kanajiro was quite glad to go there. He shared the school with other children from the same area, and some from middle class areas. It seemed the difference in income mattered little here and Kanajiro got along with pretty much anyone and was an average student. Time passed quietly until he turned 13.
Youth crime, while small in number, was a plague. A system where possessions defined the amount of respect you were due, and no money to buy anything, it was only a question of time before poor youth became involved in minor theft. It would go from snacks while hanging out with friends, to a pair of brand new sneakers. After that, well.. At the very least it was relatively innocent for a 13 year old. It was at that age he started smoking, too, although drinking was still out of the question with very strict laws in place to prevent that. And for once, those laws seemed to be enforced unlike in the west. It was also at this time that his grades got progressively worse, and he spent more time outside of school than in it during school hours.
Hanging out with his friends was his favorite past time, smoking a cigarette together that someone nicked from their dad and a lighter that must've been passed around the group a thousand times. Then someone would've got the brilliant idea to steal something, just to have something to eat. They pulled straws and the unlucky one was Kanajiro, who was sent to steal a couple of bags of chips and some other shit. Kanajiro, being the dumb courageous boy he was, decided to do it regardless of the plentiful cameras hanging around the shop.
Everything went swimmingly until he ran out the store, where he was grabbed in the neck by the thick, stubby fingers of the store owner. In a reflex young Kanajiro released the bags of chips and, by pure accident.. or luck, whichever you want to call it, he managed to crystallize his own right hand, prompting the shop owner to flinch and release him. This sent Kanajiro back on his feet, and back to his house.
Well, it was quite hard for a 13 year old boy to come up with a reason that his hand was crystallized. Actually, that was probably hard even for a 40 year old wise man. So telling mom and dad was out of the question, and his 12 year old sister would be no help to him. Neither the dog. The answer was to run into his room, lock the door and shatter the crystals. Taking countless hours to even attempt to shatter them, the resulting stress and violent crying seemed to somehow 'deactivate' his newfound power, and decrystallized the hand. Great. When he finally got out of his room he told his concerned father and mother that he got kicked in the nuts by a friend. “Perfect explanation.”
Between then and his 19th birthday he did more questionable stuff, and never really looked too much into the crystals. It seemed to be an isolated accident, and it never really happened again. Slowly he repressed it into the back of his mind, and at some point he even started thinking it never happened and he was just remembering a dream or something. During the years he dropped out of school and got involved in a youth gang, which was indirectly related to the local yakuza's. It was nothing bad, they just hung around, fought other gangs, drove loud and way too expensive pimped out cars around (he never owned one) and visited clubs. Oh, and they scared people. It seemed to be the main concern to the locals, the fact that they looked scary.
If it weren't for another accident with his power, he probably would've lived a short and unhappy live, dying in a ditch with a knife in the side of his neck, stabbed by a rival. Instead, he was attacked by a rival group when he was walking home at about 4AM after hanging out with friends. He got beat up, badly, and got kicked into a ditch where he was supposed to be kicked some more when his entire body seemed to crystallize. Ofcourse, that was rather strange, so the rivals ran off and left Kanajiro to figure it out on his own. It would've helped if he had any idea what to google for, but ultimately after a lengthy search he ended up at 'Academy 218' and a keyword, namely 'Meta-humans'. Not being American, he had never even heard of Meta-humans, or their powers, and had always disregarded them as advertisements for super heroes, or at a later age even American propaganda to scare them. But now he was one of them. And he was going to apply to Academy 218.
Family:
Father - Mori Hanamoto - 54, alive, resides in Osaka. Mother - Amori Hanamoto - 49, alive, resides in Osaka. Sister - Ikari Hanamoto - 17, alive, resides in Osaka. [Possible meta-human.]
Relationships | | | "" |
None as of yet.
Abilities
Power Class:
Elemental.
Power: Crystallokinesis
The crystal formed by Kanajiro is very strong, able to withstand a mans punch, a metal blade swung at it, a drill drilling into the crystal and a truck driving into a wall of it, depending on the thickness and structure of the wall. Furthermore the crystal is highly resistant to electricity, fire and earth, given crystals' natural properties of having a high insulation of electricity in it's solid form, a high melting point and a very strong structure, comparable to diamond (which is a crystal on it's own).
Currently Kanajiro has got the ability to cover areas of his body in crystal, most prominently his fists, feet and forehead, which are reasons for his combat style to have evolved as it did - a good offense means you don't need a defense, according to Kanajiro. In it's current state it is a force multiplier for attacks, meaning that attacks that connect while the crystal is activated will hit harder. As per strength, a well connected hit with crystal will have enough force to break bones, although the balance disrupture caused by the added weight might make it hard to properly connect.
Future abilities:
- Covering his own body in crystal fully, as if it were an armor. - At a higher skill level, allows one to crystallize air, to 'shape' it according to the users will. This would require a lot of skill and concentration, as well as energy.
Most, if not all of these abilities are going to progress in capability, potency and strength over the time spent in the academy, and collaboration or practice with other students might even lead to new combinations.
Kanajiro seems to posses and has activated a gene in the Hanamoto family that allows him to crystallize his own body, and given enough training or practice, also external items or even humans. There has been little documented cases of this power manifesting itself, let alone at an age as early as Kanajiro. Although there are no documented cases, there are suggestions of this power appearing all over the world, at it's earliest in Russia long before history was being documented. The little proof of this that there is came in the form of crystallized shards, and nearby crystallized bodies found deep in the earth. The bodies were still intact due to the lack of oxygen within the crystals, meaning the body was preserved almost perfectly.
Following the natural migrations of the human race, the power would ultimately manifest in Japan and stay there for times to come. Some small legends of Japanese history would document crystal samurai, a myth revolving around a samurai that didn't fight in metal armor, but in a crystal body. Ofcourse, the locals would disregard this, it was merely folklore right? Turns out it wasn't.
The power manifests through a gene that has to be both present and activated, meaning that it can be seen as a very specific gene that runs in a specific family. And just being part of that family isn't enough to guarantee the power. For that reason it's still unclear how the gene specifically activates, and in Kanajiro's case it seems to be situations where he experienced stress, although the activation might be permanent and he could use the power at will. Regardless, this means the power is inheratory in the same way a disease can be, and it could skip a single generation, or even hundreds of generations without anyone activating the power. The real interesting part is how the gene managed to survive, or rather the bloodline has survived.
Limits:
The conversion of air to crystal is a power demanding conversion, and demanding on Kanajiro's body. While less demanding when he is crystallizing something close to himself, such as air around him, it would get progressively harder the further along he was trying to crystallize something through a crystal vessel. Furthermore, the crystalization requires either direct contact, or contact through other crystals. It's not possible for him to, say, crystallize someone just by looking at them. Although Kanajiro wouldn't mind being able to do that, at times.
Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
While strong to physical attacks, such as water, fire, wind or earth, it's not indestructible. If applied with enough force, an attack could potentially break through crystal although it would require tremendous power for that to happen.Another weakness is the vulnerability to 'wave' movements, such as sound or kinetic forces. These type of movements are able to break the crystal merely by 'shaking' it, shattering or breaking it by disrupting the molecular ties that keep it ionic, making it revert to a soft and conducting status.
Themesong:
Sample Post:
Kanajiro was laying on his back, one hand casually tucked behind his head, the other laying on his stomache. His right leg was placed over his other, wiggling his foot gently up and down while he sucked on his toothpick. America was so boring. The rooms were boring. The view was boring. Atleast the beach looked nice, he would give the academy that at least. “Maybe I should go there, get out of this fuckin' prison..” he said, to nobody but himself. He called it a prison, but to him, it was more like a place to escape to. It seemed better than rotting away in that stinkhole Osaka. Nothing there but poverty and shitty clubs.
“SLAP!” A flat hand landed on Kanajiro's face, then dragged over into his hair and towards the back. That was disrespectful of him. His family still lived there, and they weren't bad. He should probably send them a card, if anything. “Hai, let's go then.” he mumbled to himself, getting up slowly and getting dressed in black sweatpants and a white-and-blue sweater. Slipping into his slip-on's, he left the room and headed for the academy shop, to spend what little money he had remaining after he bought a sandwich on the boat. 4 dollars for a fucking sandwich.. whatever.
Before he realised it, he had already arrived throughout the masses of students that were arriving, going to class, going to their room and going god knows where. Probably some were kissing in the stairwell, and others were kissing below the belt in the toilets. Kanajiro had gone to school long enough to know that happened more often than you'd care to know. Pushing himself forwards towards the shop, he entered it and was overwhelmed with ''218'' merchandise. “N-nani?” he said softly to himself, wondering why the academy had more merchandise than the Yankees. All stands were browsed carefully and he took a careful look at all the cards before picking one that looked somewhat cheerful. He also grabbed a pen, as he didn't have one. Moving to the counter, he dumped it all onto the conveyor belt and waited for his turn. As soon as he was up, the lady started talking to him. Something about a nice card, who he was writing to and some other stuff. “Um, home. What is.. umm.. the price?” Granted, his English was mostly self taught by sneaking into cinemas with his friends and watching subtitled movies, and so it wasn't that good. He could quote Jackie Chan quite well, making up for his English skills. After he'd paid he'd continue on his way to the beaches, wanting to write in relative calmth and not this.. mess of a human blob that was the academy hallways.
As he arrived at the designated beach lodge, he took it upon himself to plant his behind in a comfortable chair. Leaning back, he'd start writing on the card in Japanese. 'Dear mom and pop, I am alive. Also, the academy is large. I like it here, it is like Osaka schools except it's larger. There are also more people. Say hi to Ikari, and tell her to behave. Love, Kanajiro.'It was short, and it served it's purpose. He would give it to whoever worked at the shipping office later, for now it was time to kick back and enjoy the ocean view.
I'm gonna write the post that will advance Gregar and co. to the Wintershouse, after which we can finally get started with the main plot. Can everyone give me a headsup or something to say if they are still here and participating?
@Wintergrey Hey! Thanks for the vouch :p good to see you again.
@Mr Allen J I added a little tiny piece about it being more like encasing, rather than turning people into crystal. If need be, I can even change or remove that part because.. well, it's not really neccesary for him to have it.
I wish I could edit that in but it's getting late here and I have a mandatory class tomorrow early on, so I will edit that tomorrow and get back to you asap.
I've changed it around a bit, I've looked a bit more into the properties of crystal against certain elements, and components of crystal that keep it together + I increased his current skill level or ability level a bit. I've also removed the personality part, you were right, it was just silly and unnessecary. However I would like to stress that I can totally 100% understand if you don't want me around. This RP seems very advanced and set up already, and I could understand not wanting to waste time on someone like me, who has no experience or clue as to how to do this properly. So if you'd rather see me leave, feel free to say so.
I can get behind that. Sorry, this is my very first time creating a power of sorts and it's actually a lot harder than I thought. I've certainly gained respect for those that do this on a regular basis.
And I should've specified that I meant more.. self sacrificial in battle or something like that where there are more serious consequences. The way I put it now probably makes it sound like he's willing to be a shoulder to cry on or something. I don't know. Allow me to change it or remove it all together.
No idea how much a pound is so I'll use a converter, haha.
Is it alright if I add you on skype so I can get some help with the power or do you want me to try and figure it out myself?
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[i]If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.[/i][/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="http://i68.tinypic.com/2i275ae.png" /><br><br><span class="bb-i">If we are marked to die, we are enough<br>To do our country loss; and if to live,<br>The fewer men, the greater share of honour.<br>God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.<br>By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,<br>Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;<br>It yearns me not if men my garments wear;<br>Such outward things dwell not in my desires;<br>But if it be a sin to covet honour,<br>I am the most offending soul alive.<br>No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.<br>God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour<br>As one man more, methinks, would share from me<br>For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!<br>Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,<br>That he which hath no stomach to this fight,<br>Let him depart. His passport shall be made,<br>And crowns for convoy put into his purse.<br>We would not die in that man’s company<br>That fears his fellowship to die with us.</span></div></div>
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