As Yagi was reading and listening to his eyes lit up at the word "Swords" in "Swords of Valor". He immediately thought about how many swords there were? What design? How were they used? All types of questions flooded him, except the most important ones. His first chance to truly taste the flavor of this countries steel, and test out (what seemed like) a dangerous man. The bounty hunting process did seem different out here than back home, most people wanted dead more than alive (because of honor and all) and Yagi was used to living off prize money from his winning his challenges not os much hunting someone down. This is what caused him to hesitate, this was not a challenge, this was a hunt and things like honor and respect played no part in it. The game and rules are different in Raelin and Yagi had to learn quick so he could not only survive in this new place but thrive as well. On a side note, his blade was getting heavy and that meant it has been too long since Queen last gave out her royal punishment, so this was everything he was looking for.
"The Swords Of Valor", huh? Sounds like a good challenge gotta start small though, the old man would be screaming about how I needed an plan and all that. Whatever right? Yagi was cursing his father, even if he was a whole continent away the man still had a way of worming his way back into the boys head. He taught Yagi everything and then threw him out in the worst way, cursed to wander until he learned some stupid final "lesson". Bullshit. Yagi felt that the old man could not take the heat any longer and feared being replaced, but its old history now and today is a new day. Yagi did leave with a parting gift, he stole the man's wakizashi, and Yagi could only hope he did not miss it.
When Yagi was about to ask for more information about the woman listed he noticed the man with the rifle staring at his swords."Hello? I'm gonna take Hemmings...she's a chick, right? Never heard the name "Gibril" before. Any more information on her?" Yagi said looking at the man confused then nodded at him, then turned his attention to the guard and proceed to mispronounce "Gibril". He then turned to the man with the rifle and lifted the blade (still sheathed of course) in front of him. "Did you want to see her, you're not a lady so she won't burn you." Yagi said, there was no trick or malice, just an offer, and a serious face.
Appearance: Hato stands at 5'9 and weighs in at around 155lbs. His purple hair is trimmed short down on the sides and kept a little longer on top, to create a lazy mohawk. The image is pretty accurate.
Personality: Meet your resident lazy swordsman, Hato Shiba. Even though he has a demon of many colors on his back he is the embodiment of sloth. He enjoys wasting away in the sun on a good day and relaxing under a warm blanket on a bad one. After his death, Hato lost his spark, he lost the color in his life and chose to live in a constant state of grey. He feels as though the "life" after death means just as much as life itself, and that you will not amount to any more than you did when you were alive. This thinking is what drove him first into a depression and then into a perma-high of laziness. He is not hard on taking orders and respecting authority comes natural, it is execution he lacks, most of the time the easy way is the best way (in his eyes). Hato would say; "Doing nothing is often the best thing in most situations, who are we to mess with the universe."
The only few times you can get him out of a nap and active is in combat. That flame he used to have while he was alive can be seen in his eyes, small it may be it is still there and comes alive in during the heat in combat. He is still a sloth, cutting corners, fighting dirty, not being an honorable combatant all so he can end things quickly and return to his grey haze. Cheap tricks and out of pocket gimmicks are no strangers to his fighting style, and his lethargic nature drives him to come off as disinterested and disrespectful to his enemies. Most of the time he can be seen yawning and with a rested glaze covering his eyes, in and out of combat. His actions are not a testament to his education or talent, the boy is smart, as reading is one of his few escapes left from his colorful reality, and his skill in some areas of combat cannot be denied but its application and execution that keeps him down.
Biography: Hat's human life was lived in a blaze of passion and color, he felt...well "alive". But after he died and came to the Soul Society he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth and chose to live out the rest of his existence in sleep. Hato woke in West Rukongai and lived out his first few years working little jobs that would only sustain him for weeks at a time and with whoever would take him in. He wanted nothing but to be left alone and to wander endlessly until it was his "time" again. Death at 17 left a bad impression on Hato and this only furthered his resolve to stick with his act of solitude, but that becomes a hard task after meeting the head of the Fallen Shiba clan.
She is a violent and brash woman who rocked Hato's fragile little world, she met him after he left his job and was on his way to find a place to rest his head. It was the middle of the night and from Hato's point of view it looked like she was being assaulted by three different men and something snapped in him, it was as if the little spark that was left in him went into overdrive and forced him into action. Now Hato, being the fool he was, did not know who she was nor could he recognize her strength, so when he made a scene to get their attention and ended up fighting the three of them to protect her "honor", it was all very funny to Kūkaku. What caught her interest was a flare of his reiatsu, he had a strong presence and she wanted that in her clan. After that night she would seek him out, no matter where he worked, and petition him into joining the Shiba Clan until finally, he did. Hato could not stand the constant bother she was and ended giving into woman's request, feeling like a weak fool for his lack of resolve.
His life with the clan was easy enough, he had duties was given an allowance and was not bothered much. Hato did not mind the minor training sessions and accepted most of the things he was taught. He also picked up his habit of reading while he stayed at the Shiba house. What Hato was not aware of was that Kūkaku was preparing him to join the Academy and become a shinigami. He had little interest in it, but Kūkaku had grown on him and become a new "mother" to him, so when she asked that he join, Hato could not refuse the woman who had pulled him out of his black pilgrimage, and into a sort of grey light (which he is still thankful for). On the day he left, Kūkaku gifted him with a purple sash that had their clans mark stitched on it, a memento to help him remember where his home is.
When he was accepted into the academy, Hato felt a sense of joy, something he had not been familiar with in a long time. As his lessons intensified, and training become more rigorous, Hato began to show skill in hakuda and zanjutsu. But his lack of control over his reiatsu slowed his progression. He graduated long after his peers did and without the skill to even use a kidō it was a slim graduation at that. Hato was told that the only reason he passed was due to his skills in other areas and his overwhelming reiatsu, but it was one of is teachers that reminded him that "a large bag of icing is only good if it can be used properly and not make a mess." During his time in training, he grew close to his zanpakuto, Iro no Akuma (even though he prefers not to use her), and it seemed as though she wanted him to graduate more then he did. They went forward and forged a strong bond, strong enough the Iro handicaps herself so Hato can properly use her Shikai.
Now a fresh Shinigami, still without a care in the world, Hata is trying his best to represent his clan and live up to expectations. He knows most think he should not even be in the Gotei 13, but that does not stop him trying to achieve his own personal goals. He wants to master control and for once be of some use to those around him, even that seems better than the lullaby sung by his bed or the seductive touch of his next reading.
Former Life:Hato was raised in a normal two-parent household in Okinawa. He had a younger sister who adored him, parents who tried to make sure he could grow up to be a strong man and take care of himself. Most would think that being surrounded by the pressure of so much love would make diamonds, but in Hato's case, most would be wrong. He hated the looks of love and joy, the happy times and most of all the caring. The was never any spoken reason as to why Hato was just abrasive. He wanted the conflict, the pain, it made people seem more real to him then the "love" he was always getting. As he got older he quickly became a delinquent, fights, ditching class, dying his hair, everything from a-z, until his family had enough. After a normal day of being reprimanded after a fight, Hato went home to find his parents waiting for him. It did not take more than three minutes for an argument to occur, and Hato was loving the wide and frustrated hand gestures, the angry tones, the flame of furry in their eyes. In that moment he thought the color red looked good on his blank parents. After the climax of the argument, Hato left the house (which is normal in this case) and as he was leaving his father called his name while he stood in the middle of the street, unbeknownst to Hato a car was flying down the small road and hit him before he had a chance to register what happened. He died an hour later while in a small hospital in his hometown.
In its sealed state, Iro is a wakizashi with lavender bindings and Hato carries it at his hip.
Inner World & Spirit:
Description: Hato's inner world is a giant lake as far as the eye can see with a that looks close enough to touch and that stays have risen in the sky. At the middle there lies a wooden walkway similar to the design of the Ugendō Quarters in the 13th Division. This walkway makes a square and at the center of this square is a small garden with a cherry blossom tree that stays in bloom. A small bridge connects the wooden walkways to the garden, the walkway forms a square around the garden and the water within the square has koi fish of different colors swimming around. The spirit that dwells within this world is Iro no Akuma. She is a small teenage appearing young girl that always wears brightly colored yakuta and has a glint of mischief in her eyes. She can be seen most time with her umbrella drinking tea under the cherry blossom tree or walking throughout the walkways.
Zanpakuto Personality:
Iro is the representation of Hato's bottled up feelings. She is his vibrant, colorful, attitude that he does to show to everyone else. Iro helps him paint how he feels, the anger, the sadness, the passion, the love. All his feelings are shown through his spirit and her many shades. Iro is not an Akuma for nothing, she can be very mischievous and playful, not really taking things seriously and understanding the severity of the situation. One thing she and Hato share is the sin of sloth, both are lazy and see extra work as unnecessary. The girl loves to fish, one of the reasons Hato's inner world has a koi fish is so that she can fish for them, but she never catches any.
"Kessaku o kaku, Iro no Akuma" ("Paint a Masterpeice, Iro no Akuma") After speaking the release command, his blade shines and takes on the purple second appearace.
Ability: Iro no Akuma gives Hato the ability to agument his reiatsu with different elemental properties based off of color (i.e red is fire, yellow is air, blue is water). He can currently only apply the fire agumentation and even then due to his large amount of reiryoku and reiatsu he lacks contorl and focus so he ends up causing more harm then not. He has only be able to maintain his reiatsu (with help from Iro) to the extent that he can use Akai Oni (Red Demon), it is a simple slash the exples a large (and wasteful) amount of his augmented reiatsu that burns and scorches whatever it hits.
Abilities: Hato is showing promise as an adept hakuda practitioner and some talent for zanjutsu. His reiryoku and reiatsu are far above average but he lacks focus and this drove him to work harder in other areas so that he could be an asset in some way. Hato prefers to fight up close and personal to his enemies, sometimes even disregarding his zanpakuto altogether (if he does not need it). Despite his preference, Hato is a flexible fighter, often alternating between using his sword and his fist and attempting to catch his enemy off guard. If he can he prefers to end things quickly and smoothly before he is pushed into having to summon Iro. His hohō is average at best and due to his lack of control, he does not even attempt kidō spells.
Weaknesses: One Hato's biggest weaknesses is his lack of control over his reiatsu. This leads to major complications when using his zanpakuto and using any kidō spells. Even though he has an overwhelming amount of reiatsu he lacks the focus and precision it takes to properly manipulate it, this is the reason his progression with his Shikai is slowed and he is only able to use a single color. Aside from this, Hato is a lazy individual with a one-solution-fits-all kind of attitude, he likes to formulate plans on the go and is stubborn to boot. Most of the time making mistakes while going after little objectives instead of looking a the bigger picture.
Other: Iro helps Hato by regulating control over his reiatsu, this limits his ability to use more colors than red, thus stunting the use of his Shikai to its full extent.
Yagi looked around the guardstations with curiosity as he ate his warm pastry. Raelin was the first place that he visited in his exile, and it was living up to its reputation. Yagi came here first because he learned that the knights of this country are pretty strong and would give him a good challenge. He also wanted to get as far away from his shame as possible, Yagi was getting suffocated and this was a good change of pace for him. As he walked around the station he was listening to all type conversations...job this, and report that, it made no sense to him.
"-looking for a man to hunt." Someone said behind him. Yagi turned around and looked at the soldier standing close to the man with a gun. He never really cared about the weapons, but the proposition of a hunt sounded "fun". He hoped that this station contained his opportunity to find some strong opponents and test his blade against Raelin steel. So he looked at the board with interest, hoping to find the job for him.
Appearance: Hato stands at 5'9 and weighs in at around 155lbs. His purple hair is trimmed short down on the sides and kept a little longer on top, to create a lazy mohawk. The image is pretty accurate.
Personality: Meet your resident lazy swordsman, Hato Shiba. Even though he has a demon of many colors on his back he is the embodiment of sloth. He enjoys wasting away in the sun on a good day and relaxing under a warm blanket on a bad one. After his death, Hato lost his spark, he lost the color in his life and chose to live in a constant state of grey. He feels as though the "life" after death means just as much as life itself, and that you will not amount to any more than you did when you were alive. This thinking is what drove him first into a depression and then into a perma-high of laziness. He is not hard on taking orders and respecting authority comes natural, it is execution he lacks, most of the time the easy way is the best way (in his eyes). Hato would say; "Doing nothing is often the best thing in most situations, who are we to mess with the universe."
The only few times you can get him out of a nap and active is in combat. That flame he used to have while he was alive can be seen in his eyes, small it may be it is still there and comes alive in during the heat in combat. He is still a sloth, cutting corners, fighting dirty, not being an honorable combatant all so he can end things quickly and return to his grey haze. Cheap tricks and out of pocket gimmicks are no strangers to his fighting style, and his lethargic nature drives him to come off as disinterested and disrespectful to his enemies. Most of the time he can be seen yawning and with a rested glaze covering his eyes, in and out of combat. His actions are not a testament to his education or talent, the boy is smart, as reading is one of his few escapes left from his colorful reality, and his skill in some areas of combat cannot be denied but its application and execution that keeps him down.
Biography: Hat's human life was lived in a blaze of passion and color, he felt...well "alive". But after he died and came to the Soul Society he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth and chose to live out the rest of his existence in sleep. Hato woke in West Rukongai and lived out his first few years working little jobs that would only sustain him for weeks at a time and with whoever would take him in. He wanted nothing but to be left alone and to wander endlessly until it was his "time" again. Death at 17 left a bad impression on Hato and this only furthered his resolve to stick with his act of solitude, but that becomes a hard task after meeting the head of the Fallen Shiba clan.
She is a violent and brash woman who rocked Hato's fragile little world, she met him after he left his job and was on his way to find a place to rest his head. It was the middle of the night and from Hato's point of view it looked like she was being assaulted by three different men and something snapped in him, it was as if the little spark that was left in him went into overdrive and forced him into action. Now Hato, being the fool he was, did not know who she was nor could he recognize her strength, so when he made a scene to get their attention and ended up fighting the three of them to protect her "honor", it was all very funny to Kūkaku. What caught her interest was a flare of his reiatsu, he had a strong presence and she wanted that in her clan. After that night she would seek him out, no matter where he worked, and petition him into joining the Shiba Clan until finally, he did. Hato could not stand the constant bother she was and ended giving into woman's request, feeling like a weak fool for his lack of resolve.
His life with the clan was easy enough, he had duties was given an allowance and was not bothered much. Hato did not mind the minor training sessions and accepted most of the things he was taught. He also picked up his habit of reading while he stayed at the Shiba house. What Hato was not aware of was that Kūkaku was preparing him to join the Academy and become a shinigami. He had little interest in it, but Kūkaku had grown on him and become a new "mother" to him, so when she asked that he join, Hato could not refuse the woman who had pulled him out of his black pilgrimage, and into a sort of grey light (which he is still thankful for). On the day he left, Kūkaku gifted him with a purple sash that had their clans mark stitched on it, a memento to help him remember where his home is.
When he was accepted into the academy, Hato felt a sense of joy, something he had not been familiar with in a long time. As his lessons intensified, and training become more rigorous, Hato began to show skill in hakuda and zanjutsu. But his lack of control over his reiatsu slowed his progression. He graduated long after his peers did and without the skill to even use a kidō it was a slim graduation at that. Hato was told that the only reason he passed was due to his skills in other areas and his overwhelming reiatsu, but it was one of is teachers that reminded him that "a large bag of icing is only good if it can be used properly and not make a mess." During his time in training, he grew close to his zanpakuto, Iro no Akuma (even though he prefers not to use her), and it seemed as though she wanted him to graduate more then he did. They went forward and forged a strong bond, strong enough the Iro handicaps herself so Hato can properly use her Shikai.
Now a fresh Shinigami, still without a care in the world, Hata is trying his best to represent his clan and live up to expectations. He knows most think he should not even be in the Gotei 13, but that does not stop him trying to achieve his own personal goals. He wants to master control and for once be of some use to those around him, even that seems better than the lullaby sung by his bed or the seductive touch of his next reading.
Former Life:Hato was raised in a normal two-parent household in Okinawa. He had a younger sister who adored him, parents who tried to make sure he could grow up to be a strong man and take care of himself. Most would think that being surrounded by the pressure of so much love would make diamonds, but in Hato's case, most would be wrong. He hated the looks of love and joy, the happy times and most of all the caring. The was never any spoken reason as to why Hato was just abrasive. He wanted the conflict, the pain, it made people seem more real to him then the "love" he was always getting. As he got older he quickly became a delinquent, fights, ditching class, dying his hair, everything from a-z, until his family had enough. After a normal day of being reprimanded after a fight, Hato went home to find his parents waiting for him. It did not take more than three minutes for an argument to occur, and Hato was loving the wide and frustrated hand gestures, the angry tones, the flame of furry in their eyes. In that moment he thought the color red looked good on his blank parents. After the climax of the argument, Hato left the house (which is normal in this case) and as he was leaving his father called his name while he stood in the middle of the street, unbeknownst to Hato a car was flying down the small road and hit him before he had a chance to register what happened. He died an hour later while in a small hospital in his hometown.
In its sealed state, Iro is a wakizashi with lavender bindings and Hato carries it at his hip.
Inner World & Spirit:
Description: Hato's inner world is a giant lake as far as the eye can see with a that looks close enough to touch and that stays have risen in the sky. At the middle there lies a wooden walkway similar to the design of the Ugendō Quarters in the 13th Division. This walkway makes a square and at the center of this square is a small garden with a cherry blossom tree that stays in bloom. A small bridge connects the wooden walkways to the garden, the walkway forms a square around the garden and the water within the square has koi fish of different colors swimming around. The spirit that dwells within this world is Iro no Akuma. She is a small teenage appearing young girl that always wears brightly colored yakuta and has a glint of mischief in her eyes. She can be seen most time with her umbrella drinking tea under the cherry blossom tree or walking throughout the walkways.
Zanpakuto Personality:
Iro is the representation of Hato's bottled up feelings. She is his vibrant, colorful, attitude that he does to show to everyone else. Iro helps him paint how he feels, the anger, the sadness, the passion, the love. All his feelings are shown through his spirit and her many shades. Iro is not an Akuma for nothing, she can be very mischievous and playful, not really taking things seriously and understanding the severity of the situation. One thing she and Hato share is the sin of sloth, both are lazy and see extra work as unnecessary. The girl loves to fish, one of the reasons Hato's inner world has a koi fish is so that she can fish for them, but she never catches any.
"Kessaku o kaku, Iro no Akuma" ("Paint a Masterpeice, Iro no Akuma") After speaking the release command, his blade shines and takes on the purple second appearace.
Ability: Iro no Akuma gives Hato the ability to agument his reiatsu with different elemental properties based off of color (i.e red is fire, yellow is air, blue is water). He can currently only apply the fire agumentation and even then due to his large amount of reiryoku and reiatsu he lacks contorl and focus so he ends up causing more harm then not. He has only be able to maintain his reiatsu (with help from Iro) to the extent that he can use Akai Oni (Red Demon), it is a simple slash the exples a large (and wasteful) amount of his augmented reiatsu that burns and scorches whatever it hits.
Abilities: Hato is showing promise as an adept hakuda practitioner and some talent for zanjutsu. His reiryoku and reiatsu are far above average but he lacks focus and this drove him to work harder in other areas so that he could be an asset in some way. Hato prefers to fight up close and personal to his enemies, sometimes even disregarding his zanpakuto altogether (if he does not need it). Despite his preference, Hato is a flexible fighter, often alternating between using his sword and his fist and attempting to catch his enemy off guard. If he can he prefers to end things quickly and smoothly before he is pushed into having to summon Iro. His hohō is average at best and due to his lack of control, he does not even attempt kidō spells.
Weaknesses: One Hato's biggest weaknesses is his lack of control over his reiatsu. This leads to major complications when using his zanpakuto and using any kidō spells. Even though he has an overwhelming amount of reiatsu he lacks the focus and precision it takes to properly manipulate it, this is the reason his progression with his Shikai is slowed and he is only able to use a single color. Aside from this, Hato is a lazy individual with a one-solution-fits-all kind of attitude, he likes to formulate plans on the go and is stubborn to boot. Most of the time making mistakes while going after little objectives instead of looking a the bigger picture.
Other: Iro helps Hato by regulating control over his reiatsu, this limits his ability to use more colors than red, thus stunting the use of his Shikai to its full extent.
Kayleb stands at whopping 6 foot even, weighing in at around 185 pounds. He has a slim runners build (only because that is the only sport he will partake in), accompanied by broad shoulders and shaggy brown hair. His eyes are a dark brown, caramel skin, and beauty mark on the right side of his chin. Along with his septum and ear piercings, he has 5 tattoos; one on his chest, two on his left arm, one o his right index finger, the last going up is right arm. If I had to describe his style in 3 words it would be: baggy, customized, and colorful. He wears anything from graphic tees to the bright yellow sweaters (even been know to wear a crop top once), and can't help but add in something extra; piece(s) of jewelry, hats, windbreakers, etc.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
He will bite his lip.
His left hand and his hair have an exclusive relationship, and it's not ending anytime soon.
Kay likes peppermint/mint for some reason, so expect to see him with Altoids or mint gum most of the time.
He clenches his jaw when he becomes frustrated.
He will crack his knuckles before he starts a big task or any "job" in general.
Whenever Kay uses straws it has to be two.
| | D R E A M S | |
Kayleb dreams of developing his own game, storyboarding his own comic, branding his name in the history of geekdom. He wants to make something that will have a little something for everybody. Outside of that, he aspires to find love, no matter how much he tries to deny that dating is for him, or that it's just to much work, he wants to feel the cruel sting of love. Of course, he has dated and sexed around, but never has he experienced love. Most of all Kayleb want to be happy, that might sound mundane but he seeks true happiness from a place, in a form, that he has never experienced before.
| | L I K E S | |
Cute things (stuffed animals, babies, puppies etc.)
Gaming
Spiders
Running
Sweets (boy has a major sweet tooth)
Going Out and having a good time
Chill Vibes
Movies (especially horror)
Music
| | D I S L I K E S | |
Liers, cheaters, homewreckers
Snails
Chick Flicks
Violence
Those nude cats
Enablers
| | F E A R S | |
One of Kay's biggest fears is commitment. His entire existence, Kay has watched his parent's marriage deteriorate beyond repair and that frightens him. What if he gets caught in the same toxic cycle? What if the love he desires really does come at a great cost? Its questions like this that permeate his thoughts every time a prospect comes along that show interest in courting him. Another big fear is rejection, and that one seems to have a home closer to his mind than his heart. He spent his entire childhood being told no, that his ideas were not good enough, he could use some more work, and that he would never be ready. Over the years he covered this fear up but it is still a major weight on his shoulders, to such an extent that he gets anxious when receiving essays back from teachers or when he is given any type of criticism.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
What can you do when your progenitors are in the next room bellowing (quiet loudly might I add) about how much they are dissatisfied with each other? Most kids would listen, some would cry, shake with the fear and uncertainty in the future, but Kayleb picked up one of his fathers old Spiderman comics and dove into a different world. Kayleb was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, to the lovely Marie Anderson. She was a strong mother who raised three boys while climbing the power ladder in her law firm until she eventually became a power tycoon in the southern legal system. His father was Levi Carson, a plastic surgeon who was a famous for introducing "The Hollywood Fix" to the South. Both parents married out of false love and a need for money. Their union was a lie for their partners and investors, as well their three children (who they had out of wedlock).
Kayleb was the youngest son, and the last one still living at home, he was the knot that tied them together. Kayleb had a lonely childhood due to the fact that his parents refused to put him in the public education system and had him homeschooled instead. Both his brothers were off doing their own the thing, having been fed up with their parents, and would visit rarely. His mother and father were perfect in the public eyes, but at home, it was a constant battlefield. More times that one, Kayleb was a victim of a stray bullet or a misfired mortar, but he would suck up the pain of being called an "accident" and a "mistake". Even at a young age, he had to learn to smile and do it with the genuine spark that would help cover up his pain. It was on a summer afternoon at the age of six that he discovered the world of superheroes in tights and gun-wielding spies. His parents were in the next room blowing each other's brains out with their weapons of hate and malice, while Kayleb stumbled upon a box of his dad's old comics.
He sat for hours in the closet reading and reading, learning, absorbing, and slowing erecting a wall that he could use to block out the hate surrounding him. It was not until nightfall that his mother even called out to him and he came from his hiding place, after that he began to ask for more things related to this topic. Maybe it was out of pity, maybe it was because these were the only things that put a shit-eat grin on his 6-year-old face, but his father indulged and began to feed into his new found addiction. His father paid for it all; figures, movies, comics, games, tickets to events, anything to get that spark of joy back on his face and maybe not feel like such a bad parent. Kayleb loved it all, he was asked to keep up with his studies and playa sport, and in exchange, he got to meet his favorite actors, see the premieres for his favorite movies and get as many first editions as he wanted. Kayleb would call his pre-teen years the "Blissfully Ignorant Times", but that would come to an end at once he started high school.
It happens to all of us, it's like the veil is lifted, some rug is pulled out from under us, or the light is finally turned on, we become aware. We start to notice things, become exposed to different influences, and have all kinds of experiences. Kayleb was no different, freshman year was his first time dealing with other students, granted it was a private school but still the culture shock hit him like a train. He saw actions and attitudes he had only seen on social media or television, and for a while, his defenses crumbled and he fell into his own character. It scared him that outside of track and fiction he had no identity, no major likes or dislikes, no opinions on the hottest trends, no idea about sex or what he really liked. Like magic years of evolution kicked in within weeks of entering this new atmosphere and his fight or flight instincts drove him to fight and become better. His first two years were spent refining his character, becoming someone he could stand to look at in the mirror. His parents noticed his changes as well, the piercings, tattoos, new clothes, need for social interaction, Marie thought it was healthy that her "loner boy" was finally growing up but Levi (although he would never admit it) began to miss his boy.
As he got older and was actually living life, Kayleb began to take even grander steps in developing himself. Diving into his sexuality, his passion, while never losing his love for the comics that saved his childhood. In fact, the ardor grew even stronger and expanded into a whole new realm for him, showing him career opportunities and hopefully a happy life. At the end of Kayleb's sophomore year, Levi was offered a position at a private practice in Beverly Hills and his mother also had an offer on the table in LA. His greedy parents could not resist the guarantee of more money so they quickly packed up and left for Southern California. Kayleb was excited too, making more friends, going outside of the state for the first time, a real house (he lived in a condo back down south), and he would get to see his brothers more often since they lived there. As they drove down the 60, connected to the 10 and then entered Beverly Hills, Kayleb could only shake with excitement at his new life but his fears still held him at the neck. All the what if's and anxiety that came with them amplified the new school fears by 100. It was too late now, he was already moved in, the Carson name was out in the town and all he could was buckle up and prepare for the ride.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
Varisty Track/Cross-Country
Geek Club (if we have one)
Attending Conventions
Disney Club
Smoking Weed (Don't tell his mother)
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T | Math, Literature, French | W O R S T | Science, Art, Social Sciences
1)The H.O.T Girls were originally known as "The Unholy Trinity", and H.O.T stands for Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie. 2)The Candie's true purpose was to play cupids angels at Beverly Hills High, and this year's Candies are being led by Ophelia. 3)5 boys were the original Elite and it was led by Bryant O’Connor.
Face Claim: Reece King| Dialogue Color: Salmon(FA8072)|Favorite Food: PB&J
Kayleb stands at whopping 6 foot even, weighing in at around 185 pounds. He has a slim runners build (only because that is the only sport he will partake in), accompanied by broad shoulders and shaggy brown hair. His eyes are a dark brown, caramel skin, and beauty mark on the right side of his chin. Along with his septum and ear piercings, he has 5 tattoos; one on his chest, two on his left arm, one o his right index finger, the last going up is right arm. If I had to describe his style in 3 words it would be: baggy, customized, and colorful. He wears anything from graphic tees to the bright yellow sweaters (even been know to wear a crop top once), and can't help but add in something extra; piece(s) of jewelry, hats, windbreakers, etc.
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
He will bite his lip.
His left hand and his hair have an exclusive relationship, and it's not ending anytime soon.
Kay likes peppermint/mint for some reason, so expect to see him with Altoids or mint gum most of the time.
He clenches his jaw when he becomes frustrated.
He will crack his knuckles before he starts a big task or any "job" in general.
Whenever Kay uses straws it has to be two.
| | D R E A M S | |
Kayleb dreams of developing his own game, storyboarding his own comic, branding his name in the history of geekdom. He wants to make something that will have a little something for everybody. Outside of that, he aspires to find love, no matter how much he tries to deny that dating is for him, or that it's just to much work, he wants to feel the cruel sting of love. Of course, he has dated and sexed around, but never has he experienced love. Most of all Kayleb want to be happy, that might sound mundane but he seeks true happiness from a place, in a form, that he has never experienced before.
| | L I K E S | |
Cute things (stuffed animals, babies, puppies etc.)
Gaming
Spiders
Running
Sweets (boy has a major sweet tooth)
Going Out and having a good time
Chill Vibes
Movies (especially horror)
Music
| | D I S L I K E S | |
Liers, cheaters, homewreckers
Snails
Chick Flicks
Violence
Those nude cats
Enablers
| | F E A R S | |
One of Kay's biggest fears is commitment. His entire existence, Kay has watched his parent's marriage deteriorate beyond repair and that frightens him. What if he gets caught in the same toxic cycle? What if the love he desires really does come at a great cost? Its questions like this that permeate his thoughts every time a prospect comes along that show interest in courting him. Another big fear is rejection, and that one seems to have a home closer to his mind than his heart. He spent his entire childhood being told no, that his ideas were not good enough, he could use some more work, and that he would never be ready. Over the years he covered this fear up but it is still a major weight on his shoulders, to such an extent that he gets anxious when receiving essays back from teachers or when he is given any type of criticism.
| | H I S T O R Y | |
What can you do when your progenitors are in the next room bellowing (quiet loudly might I add) about how much they are dissatisfied with each other? Most kids would listen, some would cry, shake with the fear and uncertainty in the future, but Kayleb picked up one of his fathers old Spiderman comics and dove into a different world. Kayleb was born in New Orleans, Louisiana, to the lovely Marie Anderson. She was a strong mother who raised three boys while climbing the power ladder in her law firm until she eventually became a power tycoon in the southern legal system. His father was Levi Carson, a plastic surgeon who was a famous for introducing "The Hollywood Fix" to the South. Both parents married out of false love and a need for money. Their union was a lie for their partners and investors, as well their three children (who they had out of wedlock).
Kayleb was the youngest son, and the last one still living at home, he was the knot that tied them together. Kayleb had a lonely childhood due to the fact that his parents refused to put him in the public education system and had him homeschooled instead. Both his brothers were off doing their own the thing, having been fed up with their parents, and would visit rarely. His mother and father were perfect in the public eyes, but at home, it was a constant battlefield. More times that one, Kayleb was a victim of a stray bullet or a misfired mortar, but he would suck up the pain of being called an "accident" and a "mistake". Even at a young age, he had to learn to smile and do it with the genuine spark that would help cover up his pain. It was on a summer afternoon at the age of six that he discovered the world of superheroes in tights and gun-wielding spies. His parents were in the next room blowing each other's brains out with their weapons of hate and malice, while Kayleb stumbled upon a box of his dad's old comics.
He sat for hours in the closet reading and reading, learning, absorbing, and slowing erecting a wall that he could use to block out the hate surrounding him. It was not until nightfall that his mother even called out to him and he came from his hiding place, after that he began to ask for more things related to this topic. Maybe it was out of pity, maybe it was because these were the only things that put a shit-eat grin on his 6-year-old face, but his father indulged and began to feed into his new found addiction. His father paid for it all; figures, movies, comics, games, tickets to events, anything to get that spark of joy back on his face and maybe not feel like such a bad parent. Kayleb loved it all, he was asked to keep up with his studies and playa sport, and in exchange, he got to meet his favorite actors, see the premieres for his favorite movies and get as many first editions as he wanted. Kayleb would call his pre-teen years the "Blissfully Ignorant Times", but that would come to an end at once he started high school.
It happens to all of us, it's like the veil is lifted, some rug is pulled out from under us, or the light is finally turned on, we become aware. We start to notice things, become exposed to different influences, and have all kinds of experiences. Kayleb was no different, freshman year was his first time dealing with other students, granted it was a private school but still the culture shock hit him like a train. He saw actions and attitudes he had only seen on social media or television, and for a while, his defenses crumbled and he fell into his own character. It scared him that outside of track and fiction he had no identity, no major likes or dislikes, no opinions on the hottest trends, no idea about sex or what he really liked. Like magic years of evolution kicked in within weeks of entering this new atmosphere and his fight or flight instincts drove him to fight and become better. His first two years were spent refining his character, becoming someone he could stand to look at in the mirror. His parents noticed his changes as well, the piercings, tattoos, new clothes, need for social interaction, Marie thought it was healthy that her "loner boy" was finally growing up but Levi (although he would never admit it) began to miss his boy.
As he got older and was actually living life, Kayleb began to take even grander steps in developing himself. Diving into his sexuality, his passion, while never losing his love for the comics that saved his childhood. In fact, the ardor grew even stronger and expanded into a whole new realm for him, showing him career opportunities and hopefully a happy life. At the end of Kayleb's sophomore year, Levi was offered a position at a private practice in Beverly Hills and his mother also had an offer on the table in LA. His greedy parents could not resist the guarantee of more money so they quickly packed up and left for Southern California. Kayleb was excited too, making more friends, going outside of the state for the first time, a real house (he lived in a condo back down south), and he would get to see his brothers more often since they lived there. As they drove down the 60, connected to the 10 and then entered Beverly Hills, Kayleb could only shake with excitement at his new life but his fears still held him at the neck. All the what if's and anxiety that came with them amplified the new school fears by 100. It was too late now, he was already moved in, the Carson name was out in the town and all he could was buckle up and prepare for the ride.
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
Varisty Track/Cross-Country
Geek Club (if we have one)
Attending Conventions
Disney Club
Smoking Weed (Don't tell his mother)
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T | Math, Literature, French | W O R S T | Science, Art, Social Sciences
1)The H.O.T Girls were originally known as "The Unholy Trinity", and H.O.T stands for Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie. 2)The Candie's true purpose was to play cupids angels at Beverly Hills High, and this year's Candies are being led by Ophelia. 3)5 boys were the original Elite and it was led by Bryant O’Connor.
Face Claim: Reece King| Dialogue Color: Salmon(FA8072)|Favorite Food: PB&J
Character Type - Cannon Inspired Name - Uric Warren-Marie Alias - Blackguard, Young Rogue, Thief, Copycat Age - 19 Social Class - Midtown Alignment - Bad, or Good Wherever the money flows Archetype - Mutant Powers -Power Absorption: Uric can absorb the powers, energies, memories, knowledge, talents, personality and physical abilities (whether superhuman or not) of another living being through physical contact of his skin with the skin of the other person. Even though he has a pretty good handle on his mutation, he is not as experienced or powerful as his great grandmother Rogue. He has only ever held 5 different abilities (superhuman or not) at a time, and usually just drains the life force of others to get the kill. Skills - Hand-to-hand: Uric accidentally absorbed the knowledge of the body guard who was protecting the first man he every killed. He witnessed his entire life experiences, skills and memories permanently. He also gained that man's ability to fight. Seasoned Hunter: Even though he is still young, Uric is a fine tuned assassin who knows how to hunt down a target with precision and use any means necessary. Guns: Uric prefers to use guns and his hands rather than anything else, and he is a pretty good shot. He can use just about any gun, from a 9mm to a 50cal. People Person: Uric has to have the ability to put on any face to get his jobs done, he can read other pretty easily, and is able to pass off as believable to most. Weaknesses - Taking it All In: Uric has a lot of limitations to his mutation; when he absorbs the life force of none superhuman he ends up taking everything from them as well, memories, feels, emotions, skills, tendencies etc. This can be very distracting and cloud his mind when he does this to more than one person at a time. In contrast, he is a lot better at focusing on what he wants when he absorbs from a superhuman but still might take some residual tendencies and emotions. Rogue was better trained to take what she wanted, he only has what he has learned himself. Mutant: Even though Uric can heal his wounds fairly well, he is still a kid and has a fit body like one, so he can still be knocked out and feels pain and take some punches. Arch Enemy - Depending on what we get in the villain or hero department... Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Uric Warren-Marie grew up in the Downtown slums of Nueva York. He was raised an only child by his mother and father working shit jobs and living off of next to nothing. Despite the poor upbringing and their little family was happy, until his dad started to sell drugs for some extra cash to help put Uric through school. Everything was fine, they even moved out of downtown and into Midtown. One day when Uric came home and his mother was tapped to a chair being beaten senseless by four random men. He put up a fight, but Uric soon met a similar fate and for hours before his father arrived he was tortured and beaten into unconsciousness.
When he woke, he was on the floor and is father was crying over his mothers dead body, Uric was only 15 and did not know how to deal with the situation but he knew he wanted revenge. He did the only thing he could think of, he joined the guys who killed his mother. It was when he was working for them that he discovered his mutation, and he started to learn to control it while he was biting his time waiting for the right moment to kill all 30 of this shitty gang. It would be 2 years until he finally had his moment and he took it. In one night he killed everyone with one touch and the only person he really had to fight was Ricky Flyn, a famous Hitman guarding the "boss". Uric only won because Flyn had no idea about his mutation and got to comfortable as they fought. When everything was said and done Uric did not go home and instead accepted the thoughts and emotions of Flyn and took up the Hitman gig. He became an assassin and has been one ever since, he lost track of his dad and only visits his mothers grave every so often. Notes -
Uric is the grandson of Rogue and inherited her mutation, even though I did not mention it much.
He has two last names.
Sample Post -
The room was dark, only a light flickering in the back ground. The room was ice cold, complements of thte Midtown air conditioning system. It was a simple two bed room apartment in one of the high rises of Midtown. Uric's targets where living here, three of them all mutants and each one owed money to some very bad people. The job was easy enough and went smoothly, no witnesses, no mess one bullet to the head each and no fuss. Now he sat in the recently vacant apartment waiting for his contact to verify the deaths in person and pay him.
Uric sat leaning in a chair taking shots of vodka and contemplating the lives of these guys, each did not look a year old than he was and each one seemed happy enough when he staked them out a couple of hours earlier. So how could some 20-something year old, soon to be back at their mothers houses, piss off so many people and get a price put on their heads. But who cared now anyways, their lives had been turned into currency and Uric had cashed in.
He sat up when he heard the door open and a man walk in with a cooler and a black bag. He did not say anything to the man and the man didn't say anything to him. Simply opened the cooler full of ice pulled out his tools and nodded. Uric got up and grabbed the bottle, he knew the money had been transferred, and as he walked out he could hear the cutting and crunching of bones and flesh, but all Uric cared abotu was moving on with the next job.
"Its never that serious, sometimes you just have to go with it.
Name: Yuu Akihito Race: Kitsune Gender: Male Appearance: Yuu is a young male with an lean swimmers build. He stands at 5'11 and has pitch black hair and red eyes. He has 5 tails and all of them are the same color as his hair, his fox ears are usually hidden and come out when he gets excited. He has cream colored skin with a glow and his eyes are a crimson red.
He likes to wear black and red clothes, kimonos and yukata. His tails can be seen all of the time and flicking with mischief. He has a red mask he wears when he turns into a fox or wants to hide his face. His ears are pointed and fluffy, he has two tattoos, a binding tattoo on his neck that keeps him in human form and a fox tattoo on his right pectoral.
Magic Schools:
Mana: 1
Lighting: 16
Spirit: 9
Mental: 1
Fire: 2
Technique: Flex Bolt: Yuu summons a bolt of lighting that he can change the size and shape of to what ever fits his needs. The bolt, no matter the size will still contain the same amount of power that he originally put into it. It take more skill and concentration to compress more powerful bolts. Using stronger bolts drains his energy quickly though so he tends to leave this until then end of a fight.
Arc Shot: Yuu will make a fake gun with his hand and fire off shots of pure energy. These shots of energy carry the same force and average distance as a 9mm. This is Yuu's favorite technique.
Spiritual Phasing: Yuu can phase his body for 15 seconds at a time in and out of the spirit realm, when he phases, Yuu turns into a red specter of his former self, ghostly and made of eldritch energy. He does not like to go on in this form longer than 15 seconds because he could get lost in the spirit realm.
Fox Fire: He can summon a small wisp. to light his path, send messages, or spy on someone. If the wisp is more than 10 feet Yuu must enter into a meditative state to keep the wisp alive, in this state he controls the wisp and makes it do what he wants. The fire itself cannot harm anyone, even though it can set things on fire they do not burn.
Abilities: Fox Form: Yuu can remove his bindings and dawn his fox mask to turn into his fox form. He does not gain anything he did not have before, except he uses his tail instead of his hands to shoot lighting, also there are three wisp that follow him.
Skills:
Japanese & Chinese: Yuu speaks fluent Japanese and Chinese.
Slight of Hand: Yuu has a knack for cheating, with his slight of hand he has won many card games, dominoes, board games etc.
Charisma: Yuu is a great people person, he can read most and can wear many different "mask" to fit any situation.
Bio: Yuu Akihito comes from the Kyoto Prefecture, where the Akihito clan reigns from. His mother is the famous 9-tailed Lighting fox Chie Akihito. She took a mate and gave birth Yuu and raised him alone. His clan is not royalty but simply famous for being called upon to do work for the gods, and they have produced more 9-tailed Kitsune then any of their cousins.
The Akihito clan was called upon numerous times to do espionage missions and assassinations. The Akihito clan played both sides of the Chinese and Japaneses pantheons, and never turned away a job from anyone. It was these acts that made them disliked by the other Kitsune clans, and gave them the title of "sell-outs", but it was in the act of selling out that the Akihito Clan is one of 6 remaining Kitsune clans and the most prosperous.
Yuu spent most of his early childhood in his fox form, he was the youngest of his litter, and he has 5 other siblings. It is a custom in their clan to learn and live in the older traditions of the Kitsune, they feel it makes for better clansmen. Yuu grew up a mamas boy ans stuck close and learned from his mother personally, she taught him her magic and showed the real ways of people and mischief.
As Yuu got older he wondered more and more about his father and soon asked for permission to go out and find him. Chie permitted it only in the grounds that he attended Arkangrad Academy, to learn more control and about the world, and that he not return until he earned his all 9 of his tails. He accepted her demands and set out with only 5 tails and to Arkangrad Academy.
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