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Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+]
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A MAN WITHOUT HOPE
Name: Daigo. Due to his past and the events that have filled his upbringing, the man currently lacks any memory of having a Surname.
Titles: The "Twisted" Vizard
Appearance Age: Twenty-Eight
True Age: To his Knowledge, around Six Hundred
Affiliation/Rank: No Affiliation
Daigo has very few features that can be considered unique. The generic brunette hair of an above average height man was nothing to write home to, even the well sculpted facial features were just that, well sculpted. Pearly whites and amber eyes go hand in hand with his appearance as well, it seemed. Of any of the features that someone may make a stretch to see as unique would be the constant sight of bandages littering the man's hands. Yet, to no avail, many who have wished to know of their importance or use lack any knowledge in the department.
Following in the theme of plain, Daigo's general attire also never made a step outside of normal or generic. Sporting a tan leather trench coat and a simple dress shirt, Daigo finishes off his casual wear with white or tan dress pants depending on what suites his mood. Of course, that means rarely does he switch from one color to the next. Any and all clothing that the man dawns is merely to wear, any chance of dressing to stand out completely sent flying out the window the moment he stepped from his abode.
Unlike the rest of his being, Daigo's hands hold quite unique features in their appearance. If, someone were to remove the bandages that are normally circled around the sturdy hands of the man, they would soon be greeted to two very odd sights. On the left, they can examine Daigo's right hand, a scarred mess of burn wounds and blade induced scars. On the right, a far prettier sight on the man's dominant hand. On the top side of his left hand, a set of 4 "runes" have been etched into the center in a diamond pattern. Around these runes is a simple runic circle that extends embelished columns to the mans fingertips. Appearance Picture:
- Daigo's Appearance:
Lacking Many Emotions
Due to his upbringing as a Shinigami and the actions that have taken place throughout his transition into becoming a Vizard, Daigo lacks many of the basic emotions people feel. While he can still feel things such as joy, happiness, or affection for others, he nearly entirely lacks an ability to feel compassion or empathy for others. Of course, he has never been in a position to show extreme affection to another being so the lack may be entirely based on those around him being deemed unworthy for such feelings. Nevertheless, to Daigo he simply believes that those emotions have been entirely removed or dulled to a degree that he won't be able to feel them again. While there are emotions that he lacks there are also those that are easy to feel for the man. In this case, things like Joy or Happiness can sprout from Daigo very easily in ways that would normally be deemed... unsafe. Pain, whether inflicted upon himself or others, is one of those very triggers for the man's happiness. The ability to control someone's emotions through such a simple act as violence is almost invigorating for Daigo, the feeling itself most likely being connected to his death as a human previously.
Lacking sleep, pumping himself with caffeine, or simply going throughout his day as normal never effects Daigo's ability to speak and act with energy and excitement. Anything and everything should be approached in a clear way, for Daigo this way is very simple to inact in any situation. Optimism, in any form, is the one and only way to speak to others. Whether that optimism is brought on by one of Daigo's bouts of inflicting pain on others or some type of news that excites him means little to the man, the end goal always in mind being that of a clear cut coat of pure positivity for himself before all.
Extremely Self Centered
As if each trait Daigo presented to people fit a theme, his knack for caring soley for himself and the Hollow and Zanpakuto Spirit connected to him is astonishing. Those around him, whether friend or foe, will always come second to himself and his spirits. This doesn't necessarily mean he is entirely unwilling to help those close to him, if anyone like that were to exist. Its a very simple process of logic for the Man, fortunately. If Daigo helping someone close to him would be life threatening for the man, that friend would be dead far before the Vizard. The same goes for enemies, if someone were to go out of their way to attempt taking the Man's life the last thing he will be found doing is fighting for it. Some may view running away as cowardice, but living to laugh another day is far more valuable than taking someone else to the pits of hell with you.
Most Shinigami have a close affinity for their Zanpakuto spirits, the same could be said for most vizards that aren't on bad terms with their hollows. In Daigo's case, the man has shown a rather extreme and abnormal obsession for the girls. Both Kyoki, his hollow, and Alice, his Zanpakuto spirit, are equally important to the man as himself is. For someone who is so self centered and capable of lacking compassion, the odd connection and emotions that are dragged to the surface for these girls are quite remarkable. In most cases, actions or words associated with the girls can trigger multiple moods from Daigo, most of these moods fitting his unnerving optimism. In some cases, however, he has shown to flip on a dime if they were to say something unsettling, the once optimistic and joyous man now exhibiting anger or frustration. As if it were some very basic form of bi-polar disorder, the acts are sporadic and entirely uncontrolable depending on the situation. Nevertheless, Daigo's love for the girls are very clear and concise. His life even nearly coming second to their own existence. It's quite the sight, to see a Vizard with such a disturbing obsession compared to those of his kind. Quite the outlier.
The Beginning Of The End
Daigo's childhood as a human boy was relatively lax and generic. Living in early 19th century China in the last century of the Qing Dynasty, making for quite a simple upbringing when it came to his early childhood years. Daigo was born into a family of three, being an only child. Living in a small village in the country side, the boy was but one of the dozens of children that lived inside this village. There were very few places for these children to spend time together, let alone many children being of the same age. Of the dozens of kids around, only three children were born in line with Daigo's birth. So, with that being the case, of course these kids would grow to be closer than most. A small band of misfits, Daigo and those close to him were quickly talk of the village as he quickly grew.
Very little changed throughout Daigo's early years, until the age of thirteen everything seemed relatively simple to him. The boy mostly spent his time with his small knit group of friends outside of his academic studies. The four boys studied together at a neighboring areas academy, waking early in the morning to be escorted to the large building before being let loose once they arrived home. This was a simple and quick schedule for Daigo, back and forth and back and forth throughout the weeks and months that lead to his tenth birthday. Everything in the boy's life seemed in place. Mother and Father were happy, both working as glorified gardener's for the neighboring village that his academy was nestled within. Even those around him, friends and strangers alike, seemed to fall in line for the boy's happy life. Nothing could truly go wrong in his eyes. That was, until his tenth brithday had finally rolled around.
The year was 1806, the thick air of rebellion continued to filter its way throughout China. It was a simple day, the rain seemed to continue to pour and soak the villagers as Daigo and his friends were quickly on their way to their home village coming from school. Nothing special had given off that the day would soon devolve into a disturbing sight for those that lived within the Village, the only sign being one from a so called "God". Many believed that God had warned them of this day through the tears he drenched their lands in. Nevertheless, it was clear that the flames the boy saw licking at the sky before them were coming from their home. Rushing towards the village, Daigo and the boys quickly began to enter a world they had never hoped to encounter, let alone knew existed.
Daigo burst through the demolished gate of his Village, the boys following in hot pursuit as the finally came upon the bloody scene that was their village square. Flames spilled over from home to home, the smell of scorched flesh and the wailing screeches of women and children soon filled the ears of the young boys. The destruction was immense, the stench and screams quickly causing the boys to break down in their own wailing sobs. Daigo, however, was different it seemed. Instead of dropping to his knees and wishing for a change, he had rushed forward through the rows of houses and buildings in order to search for his own home. There was little he could do for those that had been burnt alive in an act of terror that he couldn't fathom, therefore the first plan of action was to see his parents once more. Clearly, there was something going on that he didn't yet understand.
Quickened steps led Daigo to the front porch of his own home, its wooden surfaces being wholly undamaged from the flames that licked those around him. Flying through its entrance, the boy hustled is way towards the back yard only to find a sight he had wished to never meet. There stood his mother and father, three men standing beside them in a line. These men brandished sabres to their side, Daigo's father pouring with sweat as the dreaded rain continued to smack against the pale skin of all in attendance. "Mom, D-Dad" Thick tears began to stream against Daigo's own soft skin, the thick mandarin language escaping from his throat as he attempted to rush to their side. Quickly, however, the three men who had previously stood next to his parents had come down upon him. A single man gripped at the boy's wrist, tossing him to the side as the other two followed suit with his mother. Soon, the three converged towards where his father now stood, stoic and without fear.
It all happened in a split second, the tallest of the three men drawing his sabre in a flash, only to fling the blade into his father's upper jaw. As it made impact, the sound of crushing bone and flowing blood ringed through the air as Daigo looked on. One twist after another caused the sabre to be shoved deeper into the man's skull, what was only small amounts of blood now became a reservoir releasing itself into the muddied earth beneath the four. Then, the man slowly slid the sabre from the father's skull before kicking his limp body to the earth, cleaning the blade on the dead man's shirt. The tall man glanced toward his associates, motioning towards the mother as they quickly picked her up. The woman was completely silent, a look of terror washing over her face as she was knelt before the soldier. His already dirtied sabre was raised to waist high as he took hold of the mother's right hand before quickly slicing through each of the woman's fingers, screams of agony releasing from the female's throat as they once again tossed her to the ground to pool in her own blood, sobbing.
"W-What..." Small sounds escaped Daigo's lips as the men quickly came down on him once more, the acts that quickly unfolded before him seeming dream like in a sense. The boy weighed very little, making it quite easy for the tall man to hold him up by both hands against the back wall of his childhood home. The deep crimson shades within the man's eyes searched the boy's body before making eye contact with him, the tiniest of smirks emerging as he brandished his sabre once more. "Learn from your Father's mistakes, boy." Without another word, the sabre was quietly forced through the top portion of Daigo's left hand, the rush of adrenaline in the boy's system entirely nullifying the pain that he would soon awake to later on. Releasing his grip, the man turned to the innards of Daigo's home, motioning to his allies and walking from the property. Their lay Daigo and his mother, pouring blood from their respective hands.
Was this all real? The dream esque situation had finally concluded and he continued to lay awake, so it had to be real, right? The young boy crawled to his limp father, rolled eyes staring towards the bleak, grey sky. As his mother sobbed in her own blood, the boy took hold of his father's shirt as he began to cry. Only moments passed before he had lost enough blood to enter a state of shock, causing him to black out entirely. The rain pelted the three beings as their village continued to sprout flame after flame. This event carved a path for Daigo's future and his involvement with a certain war. It would force him along a path that no one would ever wish for their child. Even though that may be the case, the soldiers had made clear to Daigo what caused all of this. A simple mistake from his father, a mistake he would later learn about after his death.
The Path Forward
Years have past since the incident in Daigo's home village, the boy is now of a ripe age of twenty three now. Many things have changed since the faithful day of his Father's death. Daigo's mother had been left for dead, the boy being retrieved by those in his academy's village, taking the ten year old and others in now that their village had become a barren land. He continued with his education once the wound in his hand was given time to heal, the boy and those around him went on as if the day had never truly happened. While they never spoke of the heinous crimes, Daigo held tight to the moments of that day as he grew. The boy lacked emotion in most cases, basic needs like food and shelter being all the child needed at the end of the day. Once he concluded his studies, Daigo bid his new village farewell to move to the current capital of China, Beijing. There, the young man found his way into the transportation of imported goods.
Clearly, Daigo didn't just stumble onto this job. Previously, Daigo worked as a bodyguard for a wealthy man that roamed the streets of Beijing, using this as a gateway into the world of drugs. The wealthy benefactor had a knack for filling his daily diet with excessive amounts of Opium, causing him quite a bit of distress throughout his work for the man. Most of the issues that would crop up over the man's Opium use was the police having little patience for even the richest of rich. There wasn't a day that went by where Daigo would be found taking a punch or two from men dressed in uniform due to his employers habits. Nevertheless, the emotionless machine continued his work until he was soon offered a position with the benefactor's team of transporters. Maybe someone who wasn't Daigo would consider this type of job disgusting due to its lack of respect for the Qing Government. To Daigo, however, this job was just another pay check. It was as clear as day to him.
Daigo spent many of his days meeting with his "co-workers", in this case they would be labeled as smugglers by the Qing Government. They didn't do anything special to Daigo, the job consisted of acquiring chests of Opium and deliver them to a "supplier". Once delivered, the Opium will be sold on a market that was hidden from the public for good reason. The Qing Government had recently enforced higher restrictions on the prohibition of Opium, making the job that much more dangerous. This didn't matter much to the man as he previously made clear, work is work. Whether this work went against the government was the last thing he cared about. With that out of the way, it was just like any other day for the smugglers. They were currently meeting with their contact in an undisclosed location in order to obtain the chests for that days payment.
"I assume you have the chests?" An impatient Daigo tapped his foot against the dirt beneath him, his loose clothing shaking as he waited for the contact to present a chest to him and the four men behind him. He quickly turned from the group to his own cart, rustling within its contents until he finally heaved a large chest from its innards and turned back towards the smugglers. Nervously shaking, the contact thrust the chest into Daigo's arms. "H-Here" As usual, the man was on edge during the meet. Daigo sighed and shifted the weight of the chest in his arms as he nodded. "Everyone fill the cart with the chests he's carrying." Tossing his own chest into the cart the men had carried out into the country side with them, Daigo turned away from the men and sighed.
Pulling a pipe from his clothing, Daigo filled its basin with a set amount of opium as he quickly lit the drug from a distance. Waiting for the drug to broil, the man looked to the sky and thought to himself. Just another day in the business of upsetting the Government. Was this really all there was to life for the man that could barely feel, let alone care for himself? Shaking his head, Daigo turned back to his pipe as the drug began to smoke. Leaning forward, he attempted to inhale the smoke. Normally, he would be effective having learned how to deal with Opium thanks to his benefactor. However, this time, it seemed he would be rudely interrupted from the process.
Daigo turned to be met with enough force to send him flying, an impact into his jaw causing a loud pop to screech into the air. It seemed the man's jaw was broken. Wasn't this great, first he doesn't get to inhale his smoke and now someone had to go and break his beautiful face. Coughing up blood, the man tried to let it ooze carefully out of his mouth as he looked towards the direction his assailant should have been occupying. It seemed that the attacker was already next to him now, a foot quickly shoving at his side as the man spoke. "Night Night. We'll see you again in a couple of hours sweetheart." With a genuine smile, the man pulled his leg backward only to send it flying. Making contact with the side of Daigo's skull, he was quickly knocked out cold. Soon enough, the man would find himself awaking to a very, very worrisome place.
Once again, flames sprang to life in Daigo's eyes as he quickly came to a relatively dark room. Save for the small lamp placed above him, the appearance of the room was mostly a mystery. Searing pain shot through the man's skull as he adjusted his body. Ropes had torn wounds in his wrists, the tightness of the cloth entirely cutting off circulation to his hands. Gazing into the black void that was the rest of the room, Daigo was greeted by the bulky man that had previously ruined his jaw. He was far more menacing in the shades of the lamp's flame, his previous garb having a thick, leather apron tied around it. Alongside this thick apron were tight leather mitts, giving him full range of his fingers for the moment.
"Well now, it seems someone is finally awake, huh?"
The man gripped at Daigo's loose jaw as he snickered, glancing towards the black void before breaking out into a full chuckle. He disappeared from Daigo's line of sight before returning once again with a wooden cart. Atop the cart was a thick piece of folded cloth. Looking back towards Daigo, the assailant proceeded to speak. "Here is how this will work, friend. You will tell me whoever is behind this little operation of yours. If you listen, you'll leave with your life just fine. However, if you don't speak..." The man's large hand unfolded the cloth, revealing dozens of forged steel needles. Picking a single needle from the pile, the soon to be torturer quietly slid its length into Daigo's upper pectoral muscle.
"Could you just kill me already?" The jumbled mess that was Daigo's speech was nearly incoherent, the man taken aback from the complete lack of emotion from the man. This only fueled the torturer's ego however. Scoffing at Daigo, the man spat onto his chest before grabbing at another needle. "Would you like to be turned into a pretty picture? Surely I can make some type of pattern with these toys." The steel needle was quickly jammed into Daigo's abdomen this time, blood beginning to pour from the entry wound that the man had forced open.
It was clear that whatever methods the man had planned to ring information from Daigo would lack any success, the previous needle's efforts lacking in any type of oomph factor. The man knew this, however, so it end goal was very simple now. Folding the cloth, he dragged the cart along with him into the darkness before emerging once again. This time, wooden staff rested against his shoulders and neck. Tapping his food, the disgruntled torturer sighed and stepped towards Daigo for a final time.
"You really didn't need to make this hard, I hope you know that Daigo. Your friends are still alive are suitable candidates for your replacement." Bringing the staff forward, the man rested it against Daigo's temple before questioning the young man. "It isn't too late, you know. Is it really worth protecting such a disgusting group with your own life?"
Daigo remained silent, brushing his cheek against the polished wood that laid against his dirtied skin. His mind was clearly made up, Daigo was ready to meet his end. The torturer let one final sigh escape his lips before pulling the wooden staff back and placing it within the man's mouth. He was clearly disappointed in Daigo's line of thinking. Nevertheless, a job was a job. "It seems you weren't cut out for the living world, now were you?"
Daigo's eyes sprung to life as the wooden staff that previously rested within his mouth was now forced into his throat. The solid wood gave very little to work with as the man continued to force the weapon into the young man's very being. Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, the staff ripped and popped everything in its path. Yet again, Daigo had entered a state of shock far before he ever met his final fate, the events of that day being left to the room and that man entirely. Soon after his death, Daigo had found himself awake in a land he knew nothing about, alongside this he had lost a majority of his memories. There were of course, scars that he could never forget. The loss of his only family and his very life could never leave him, even in whatever this current form was. With that, Daigo's journey to becoming a Shinigami, meeting Alice, and obtaining Kyoki began.
Onward To The Present
Growing up as a spirit was very simple for Daigo, much like his own human childhood. Coming into the world as he had left the human realm, the man lacked any real issue becoming accustomed to his new spirit form. He retained nearly all of his physical attributes, even the scars he happened to receive throughout his life seemed to carry over. Interacting with other spirits was also far easier than dealing with anyone in the human world. As if everything was translated for those around him, his foreign accent and language were instantly picked up by those who grew to speak with. It was fascinating, a world that he could have never imagined to exist after death was truly unfathomable. This world gave Daigo hope, something he had not felt in far too long.
The journey to become a Shinigami next to other candidates in the Seireitei was one that was almost too simple for Daigo. Unlike other spirits that would exert large amounts of spiritual energy, Daigo was known among the Seireitei to be able to exert this energy while also keeping it under his control with little effort. Normally, those in his position were too explosive or lacked control of said energy to ever become full fledged Shinigami, though as per the usual Daigo defied the odds. It was simple, really.
Given his birth within the Seireitei, Daigo spent many months before attending Shino with learning of the ways of Shinigami. It was a simple plan of action for the man. There was no reason to be lax about his studies before attending the academy, placing well on the entrance exams was a sure fire way of being recognized by others. With that being the case, here spent a majority of two years studying the teachings of Shinigami and the future path he wished to take. The time he had taken to study was well used as well, for a man like Daigo twenty months worth of rigorous training and honing that knowledge was far more than what he needed to pass with Entrance Exams with flying colors. Finally, it was time to take that step. The month had came and went, the Academy had its set of Exams once more and, to no one's surprise, Daigo topped his group with very little effort. His journey was steadily moving forward.
Days passed before Daigo had any training given to him, it was normal for exam passers to be given a few days to grow accustomed to their surroundings before receiving any type of Asauchi to begin training. It wasn't a very special day, at least, this was the man's assumption as he stood at attention waiting for his instructor to pass his way. The basic Asauchi was being handed out in an orderly fashion, one after the other Shinigami were being given what would eventually become their future partner. It was a dream come true, finally something falling into place for the man, something he was never truly used to. Eventually, his large, bearded teacher had made his way forward, brandishing what seemed to be a blade foreign to what many Asauchi looked like.
It didn't take very long for Daigo to realize form the blade had taken, sitting in a thick leather sheathe in his instructor's hands was what was known as a Yanmaodao in his country. A blade used by many around him before his death, he was very familiar with its make and style. Taking a long look at the softly curved sheathe, the man sent a puzzled look towards its holder. "Is this mine?" It was a simple question that was nearly never asked in such a situation, nevertheless Daigo's instructor spoke freely to the man. "Just go ahead and take it. We have high expectations from you, Daigo." Thrusting the blade forward, Daigo was abruptly forced to take hold of it in fear of dropping it entirely.
The man's fingers quietly traced the entirety of the blade as he smiled, an expression he hadn't made it so long. As if carefully trying to respect the blade, the Man became entrance in it's well made design. Quickly, he was interrupted said trance at a moment's notice. 'You're odd.' The soft spoken voice of a woman filled Daigo's mind as he abruptly jerked upright, tightening his grip around his blade as he peered around. Everyone stood at attention with their Asauchi at the ready, multiple instructors governing the hall as they continued to hand out the blades. Glancing towards his own Yanmaodao, Daigo whispered aloud.
"Isn't it a bit early for me to be talking to you?" Clearly, Daigo understood the importance of such an interaction with one's Zanpakuto spirit so early. Being able to speak to one's blade without using Jinzen was unheard of the moment they entered the Academy. 'You never asked to speak with me, you can't blame me for taking the first step.' The spirit began mocking the man, she was obviously not in the mood to be questioned. Daigo was without a doubt going to have his hands full while in the academy it seemed. 'You also seem to lack the sense to request my name, are you really a Shinigami in training? Alice. Now stand up straight and start your training.' Daigo straightened out, holding his blade at the ready as he waited for the instructors to finish. Confused but excited, the Shinigami was ready to pounce at such an abnormal and special situation.
Years had passed, the Academy was currently behind Daigo and his future as a Shinigami had quickly turned bleak. While many of those around him were simply fodder soldiers, Daigo barely stood above the rest as someone who lacked a high rank yet still obtained a named blade. He had so much potential, finishing at the top of his class and setting unheard of records for many of his tests. It was clear that the man had a future in the ranks of the Gotei yet he stood here, as guard one night, for the Nest Of Maggots. The high moon had taken hold as he and another Shinigami simply stood watch, constantly vigilant in case something were to seek entry to the Nest. There was very little to do, any real threat to the Nest being completely snuffed out if such a thing existed. Nevertheless, a job was a job. The two were to stand watch until the sun returns to the sky. Nothing to it. Look forward for a couple of hours and head to sleep. Nothing could be easier.
Click, Click, Click The harsh sound of metal against metal filled the air, Daigo and his ally looking to each other as they readied themselves. 'Just breathe' Alice spoke clearly within Daigo's mind as he gazed around, looking for any possible intruder. It seemed the enemy was ready, the metal sound from before was a set of wires that had repeatedly bounced against each other. A quick pull of the wires connected the two men to them as if they were a circuit, causing them both to jerk sporadically in pain. Released the tightened wires, the circuit was cut and the two Shinigami had blacked out naturally. The night that was meant to be simple quickly became far, far worse.
"Wakey Wakey Sleeeeeeeeeeepy" The voice of a perky woman rang through an echoey room as Daigo came to. The room was ablaze in artificial light, everything was in full view of the man. Attempting to sit up only led to restraint, wrists and ankles forcibly tied against a metal slate. Grogginess contained any ability to rip free of his 'chains' yet again Daigo had found himself in a world he had wished not to return to. The energetic woman bounced towards him now, tightening a glove onto her right hand as she chirped aloud. "Yoooooou sweetie are going to be my new play toy! Doesn't that sound super exciting?!?!?" The manic look in her eye quickly caused the man to clam up. Daigo had met this very look multiple times throughout his previous life. Did he really have such luck to meet yet another person who was clearly wishing to bring him harm? Did he really deserve this? Apparently, yes.
Alice had gone entirely silent, the pink haired woman rushing towards a large rack that looked very unstable, pulling various tools and a large basin out from its shelves. Skipping her way back to the man's side, she laid the materials alongside him on a table before shoving a thumb in what Daigo had thought to be a random direction. "You're going to be the successful one this time!" Following the finger to its destination only furthered Daigo's dread as he could now see in full view the desecrated body of his ally guard. His innards had become entirely removed from his stomach cavity, blood soaking the metal slate he was attached to. Empty eyes and completely torn body only gave him the worst of ideas. He was in for quite the time it seemed.
"I'm gonna turn you into a hollow!" As the excited woman began to work, Daigo had become entirely apathetic of the pain and torture he was subjected to. Completely drowning out the world around him he soon realized that it was better this way. Instead of living the entirety of his life falling into the same situation time and time again, he should just go now. Being a hollow was best, he'd be offed in a moments notice. He was finally his time to have purpose, that purpose being to die.
Hours passed, night turned to day and Daigo barely clung to life. His stomach had met the fate of many incisions, stitches, more incisions, and even more stitches. The 'doctor' lacked any real skill for mending, however she was surely on the right track as far as her experiment was concerned. Her vessel was soon to lose all life entirely, making way for whatever she felt could take over the man in the coming minutes. The sweet embrace of death would soon be upon Daigo, a world of release from this apathy and pain. Or so he thought. Whatever God had wept for him in 1806 clearly laughed in his face on this day. A loud bang erupted from the room as a flood of High-Ranking Shinigami worked their way into the 'doctor's' lair, for lack of a better term. The moments quickly bled together as she was almost instantly killed, any hope for success quickly falling through the cracks as Daigo's limp bad was freed from its slate.
Days passed as he recovered in the hospital, is weak body fairing for better than anyone could have expected from the sick experiments the woman had done to him. His skin was quickly repairing itself and any pain from the atrocities was quickly becoming null. To the outside world, it seemed a miracle. To Daigo, it only felt like the worst had finally come. Alice was back, but she was not alone. 'Well, isn't this unfortunate.' Another woman had joined her, one he had yet to understand. Kyōki was her name, she was meant to be the new host of a Vessel, Daigo's in-fact. The woman had failed and now Daigo was subjected to a life changing alteration to his genetic makeup. How wonderful, right? Truly wonderful.
Centuries passed. Little had changed in Daigo's life, no longer associating with the Gotei the man had left in pursuit of knowledge of who and what he was. It didn't take him long to become accustomed to his new self. Alice grew alongside him, the expected coming from the two as he aged. It took very little for Daigo to become friendly with the woman, making it far easier when he officially decided it was best to learn of his powers. Yet another thing that came naturally to him, studying and mastering his Shikai and Bankai was far easier than he had expected. Was it this presence within him that amplified these strengths or was he simply as strong as the Academy believed him to be? Would a connection to a hollow alter him to such a degree? Daigo assumed the answer was yes, his genetic alteration was a factor that furthered his power. It simply made since. A conjured mask, this thick energy that could only be exerted in such a state. Daigo's future was hazy, but as of now, he had come to terms with what he was. A trigger happy Vizard with a lack of patience. A man who looked for nothing in this world save for the knowledge he gained, and the spirits at his side. It wasn't so bad in the end, he could die another day. For now, he was pleased.
Excessive Spiritual Energy
Just like a majority of his abilities and personality traits, Daigo's spiritual energy is on a level of absurdity. While most beings that leak energy from their very being tend to lack control over this energy once it escapes, Daigo retains entire control of the mass amounts of energy that are pumped out of his system into the surrounding area at all times. While this can have a poor effect on both the enivorment and the people around him, the control he has over said energy also allows him to negate the effects entirely if he deems it fitting. Along with that, this extending and overpowering energy can also be used as a tracking device, beings or objects that release a signature equal or lesser to his own are easily recognizable due to the disturbances in his own energy from the signatures. This being the case, simply standing around Daigo could give the man enough information to know whether or not he should truly be worrying about you.
Outstanding Use of Weapons
Daigo has learned from an early age as a Shinigami to be proficient in multiple types of weapons, not just the generic blade that is known as his Zanpakuto. Being well skilled yet master of no weapons is the main focus for the man. Most guns can be used proficiently by Daigo, blades of all types and varities are also rather simple for the man to use. Things such as generic katanas, polearms, staves and a plethora of other weapons are at his disposal. While Daigo can't be carrying so many things on his body all the time, the equipment he carries allows for the morphing of said equipment to work as a medium to create this weapons in the heat of battle. That equipment will follow.
While Daigo does indeed lack any real effort in caring about others, he is able to spend his time focusing on with little effort as well. With little to no energy expended, Daigo to use his well honed perceptive skills to focus on many objectives in his field of view. Sight and hearing are some of the few things that this field of view consists of, other factors applying more often such as the spiritual energy he exerts at almost all times. Having little worry about his own safety by constantly exerting his own energy signature, Daigo is able to track equally strong or weaker signatures and signals that may be caught in the swirl of energy the man exerts. Alongside these factors, his sight and hearing are well honed as well. Being able to pick up the smallest and most precise movements with a single movement of the eyes as well as the most quiet of steps with his ears, Daigo is a formidable foe when it comes to causing any form of distraction for him.
Hundreds of Years of Knowledge
Despite the many heinous acts that have occurred in Daigo's life as a Vizard, the man has still found time within his long and drawn out days to teach himself something. The thought of lacking any knowledge, even when he was human, was a scary perspective that Daigo hoped to never experience. From the most efficient forms of torture using a victim's fingers and toes to the eating habits of wild rabbits living in the current times, Daigo has learned a plethora of random and helpful thoughts throughout his years living. While most in the man's situation would likely give up on ever living a normal life, Daigo has used the ability to produce knowledge and learn as an escape. Whether this truly matters in the end is truly based on how he turns out from here, however, he believes the knowledge he has will allow for him to exist in 'peace', for now.
Racial Abilities: Currently Daigo only possesses basica racial abilities that nearly all Shinigami are adept at. Below are the few cases that are considered skills the man would be considered an expert in.
Shunpo as a technique is extremely similar to Daigo's main ability to attack and defend himself, Fanshe. With that being the case, training and rigorous practice was far from dreaded by Daigo. It was treated very much the same as he treated Fanshe, an extension of his being that needed to be honed and expanded upon. That being said, Shunpo was from then on treated more like a hobby than a training exercise. Moving to and fro during his work within the Seireitei and general manual labor outside his job as a Shinigami before his defection normally included mass amounts of Shunpo training alongside the every day menial tasks. To this day, what would be a simple set of exercises and constant but consistent training developed the Shunpo skills the man still retains so very late in life. Just as Fanshe become apart of his very being, so too did Shunpo.
Alongside his extensive mastery in Shunpo use, Daigo also has an inherit affinity to Hakuda. As a master of Wing Chun, a form of Chinese Martial Art listed under Wushu, led the man to be a natural in the use of Hakuda. Much like any Martial Art, it took years of practice and genuine care for the art to really master anything. Most treat Hakuda as a form of brute forcing an opponent down using sheer strength, but to those much like Daigo himself, that was far from the truth. Using one's entire body also meant using one's entire mind. There was a form of strategy that came with using Hand to Hand combat such as Hakuda that would simply lift it above all the rest. That being said, Daigo is not a master among all masters. Dedicating his previous life and much of his beginnings as a Shinigami to Wing Chun made it far harder for him to ever truly become such a talented Hakuda user. That being said, its rather clear why Daigo can manage his own using the style without being someone well known to its teachings.
Superb Hollow Control
Unlike many Vizards that roam the earth after their transition, Daigo happens to hold a bond with his Hollow that would be considered inseparable. Kiyoki was, for lack of a better term, forced to submit to Alice's will. Much like Daigo did, Kiyoki had no choice but accept the Spirit's wishes. The man had little to no hand in taming the Hollow for it was a rather simple task for the Zanpakuto spirit. Just like she did Daigo, Alice made Kiyoki accept her very being with nothing but complete and utter respect. And so, the 'princess' once again got her way in life alongside her host and new found ally.
Original Shihakushō: Upon near immediate departure from the Soul Society after failed experimentation, one piece of equipment that followed the Young Man was that of his Original Shihakushō, the Shinigam Uniform. While there isn't anything too special about the Uniform, its appearance resembling that of any basic fodder Shinigami, there are quite a few key features left imprinted due to the aforementioned experimentation. The Uniform's robe portion, Kosode, is nearly entirely torn to shreds, causing the Uniform itself to look haphazardly put together rather than taken care of by a member of the Gotei. Along with that, an inscription of the Woman's name who conducted said experiment is seared into the left leg of his Umanori Hakama. (百合 Lit. Lily)
Guānxì, also know as Relation, is a simple piece of equipment that Daigo keeps on his being at all times. A large jade jewel settled directly into a large bezel hanging from a basic silver chain hangs from the man's neck. The jewel itself, surprisingly, shines so bright one can see their own reflection from its surface. The necklace, while rather basic in design, was made during his time as a human and quickly carried over with him into the spiritual world. The piece of equipment has no innate power or use other than to remind the man from the place he had originally come from, China.
DSD (Data Storage Device)
The DSD, Data Storage Device, is far more simple than anyone could imagine a Phantom Tech to be. It all starts with a simple addition to Daigo's right eye. During his extensive experimentation by an unknown woman within the Seireitei's limits, a small incision and molecular stitch was made to Daigo's eyeball. Tho at the time the technology was far more primitive than anything found in today's society, using reiatsu and extremely outdated technology, the woman implanted what would now be considered a video and audio recording device. Invisible to the eye and impossible to be felt, this device was only known to those that interacted with him right after he had recovered from his transformation into a Vizard. With this being the case, any and all information that he had come by in the time before his defection from the Gotei had been recorded and stored within the device. This happened to be the soul reason Daigo had such a high contract placed on his head after defection. High ranking captains and the at time Captain Commander found it necessary that he to be captured and removed of the information. Techniques, names, appearances, anything you could think of roaming through the Seireitei was completely and specifically stored within the device.
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THE CODDLED PRINCESS
ZANPAKUTO SPIRIT DETAILS
AliceZanpakutō Spirit Appearance:
Alice is far from what a normal spirit for Daigo's time could be described as. Having the dress of a woman from some foreign land, it was obvious that she was eccentric in terms of her creation. Dawning a tight, black dress with stacks of frills, the woman littered said dress with accessory after accessory. A belt here, a small pendent there, making the dress her own seemed to be a key aspect of its creation. Clearly, she was a woman who cared about her clothing. Alongside the frilly black dress were deep blue thigh highs, a staple in the odd look. Finishing off her lower half with a set of lifted heels, Alice was very much looked the part for what could be summed up as a fashion show. Higher along her figure, mainly her head, rested a bright blue headband. Sprouted from the generic plastic band were trails of equally bright reiatsu in its purest form. Manifesting this reiatsu took little effort for the spirit while inside of her Inner World. The same reiatsu can be seen taking a physical for along her right forearm as well, trailing its way to the headband and then outward.
One thing that was truly abnormal to this foreign garb however was the... obnoxiously large blade that found its way underneath feet at almost all times. Outlined in a fine gold trim, the hunk of useless metal largely acted as a vessel of sorts to carry the girl to and fro from within her inner world. It had all the fixings anyone with a higher status could have dreamed of. When moving around the woman's inner world, a key feature of the amazingly bright blade is the trail of golden reiatsu that stagnates for quite some time during travel. Alice has described her pristine blade as a "Girl's Best Friend" in moments of excitement, something no one wants to hear. Nevertheless, the two are inseparable.
- Alice's Appearance:
Matching her style and garb to a tee, Daigo's inner world is obnoxiously royal in appearance and size. Once entered, the Inner World presents Daigo with what can be considered a castle fit for a king, or in this case, queen. Bright shades of blue and stunning accents of white drag all across the outside of the castle, it's main material being simple stone. Normally, you'd assume that Alice resides somewhere within the castle's large walls. However, the girl stands for the man outside of its gates any time he needs to enter this Inner World, proceeding throughout the castle's hallways and floors with him in tow rather than playing a game of what would effectively be hide and seek.
The outside of the castle and inside are on two different realms entirely. While the outside looks grand and beautiful, the inside is actually completely barren. While there are hallways, corridors, rooms and the like, the castle lacks any form of furniture or decor. Deep grey walls matched with dirty and dreary floors, the castles insides are much like the feeling that Daigo gets from the world around him. A mask on the outside to prove to others he isn't some emotionless dog, the inside completely barren to represent his honesty with at least himself. Aside from these two major points in the Inner World, the only other factor that is notable would be Kiyoki's allowance within the realm. Daigo's inner hollow can come and go as she pleases as long as the Man is currently accessing the world itself.
Zanpakutō Spirit Personality:
A trait that Alice shares very much in common with Daigo is her ability to see the worst in practically anyone. The level of cynicism that the girl reaches is unfounded in any situation. Alice already believes that, if she isn't purely thinking of herself then she's already making the wrong decision, why wouldn't she believe others to follow the same train of thought? There was nothing wrong with having an ego or believing in one'self instead of having genuine faith in those around you. Being self sufficient is far more helpful than hoping someone can stand beside you with little issue. There was very little reason for Alice to treat others any differently than she'd treat herself, making the world full of people only out for themselves in the long run.
Alice is far from a bubbly woman, let alone someone capable of caring for others in most situations. Being cold and straight with her feelings and thoughts, the spirit has been known for saying things that would get even the scariest of men or women in trouble with whoever they spoke to. While the woman was capable of having feelings and truly caring about something, there was just never a real reason in doing so. People didn't go out of their way without some type of ulterior motive behind it. Not that that was a problem for the woman, she knew exactly how others felt when they aimed to please one another. Gaining favor and extending your own goals was always an admirable goal, something she knew all too well with a man like Daigo under her stead.
A benefit that came with her need to treat everyone without respect and care was her need to break down their very being and figure out what makes one tick. Her need to be aggressive any actions she took against someone or even Daigo himself always followed with some sort of plan or scheme to get her way, every single time. Getting her way was something she was rather good at, going about her words in order to build a person up and up higher, only to bring them crashing down when it was helpful for her needs and her needs only. This didn't mean she was a sick, uncaring person, it just meant that if she wanted something her way she would simply get it her way. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean everyone falls for her little games.
Just like a flat hammer, Alice is unbelievably blunt with those she interacts with. Her thoughts came without a filter, as did her opinions. If she believed in something or created an opinion, someone, somewhere would be finding out about it soon enough. Normally, she's berating and dragging Daigo around by the collar with her voice in this sense. She wasn't afraid of telling the man that his actions were deplorable, without reasoning. That wasn't the full scope of her bluntness however. Alice has gone as far as using Daigo as a medium to blurt ridiculous and rude things to men and women of all kinds, anyone that was unfortunate enough to interact with the man would probably have their ears torn off by the woman's rough voice.
One thing that many don't know about Alice however is that nine times out of ten, the woman has no intentions for others to know about her motives or actions. While she may go out of her way to get what she wants, tell others how she feels or generally speak as if better, her plans at the end of the day don't exactly escape her lips frequently. Even to Kiyoki and Daigo, if she has some sort of plan she tries her best to keep it under-wraps until she can enact it. She never has trouble doing so either, acting cold is in her repertoire of traits.
Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance:
There's nothing remarkably special about Daigo's Zanpakuto's sealed appearance in any sense of the word. Being modeled after a Jian, a traditional double-edged chinese sword, the blade has a simple design that most would considered basic. Along the blade's edge is an inscription that reads as Daigo's name followed by his mother and father's name. Alongside these inscriptions is a jade jewel embedded into the blade's hilt, a deep green stone blurred together with a thick leather handle and basic pommel. The jade stone is comparable to the necklace he keeps on his person at all times, resembling it almost identically.
Sealed Zanpakutô Powers:
The bread and butter of Daigo's entire being is what those in china would label as Reflection. It was simple to assume the use of the ability from the outside of the user's perspective. To the blind eye, it looks exactly as it sounds. To most, the ability takes the form of a bright flash of light accompaning a thin 'glass' hexagon wherever an attack has successfully been repelled. Clearly, it's an extremely simple ability when looked at on a basic level by others. To Daigo, the ability itself is far more intricate than he lets on in its application.
These thin glass hexagons are physically hardened reiatsu that can take shape in a moments notice by Daigo. Ejecting the reiatsu from his body, the man can manipulate and warp the Reiatsu into specific shapes around his being and the surrounding area. In its most basic state, Fanshe can be used up to seven meters directly from Daigo's center. Unlike most forms of hardened reiatsu, such a reiatsu surfaces created in order to allow ariel combat, Daigo's hardened shields are far more consistant and responsive. Compared to normal reiatsu constructs, Fanshe has the ability to generate enough force at base level to withstand 62000 pounds worth of pressure. There are, however, very blatant disadvantages to the shielding ability in general.
When using Fanshe, Daigo has the ability to throw up two walls in his base form at most if used in combat as a shielding technique. These walls are roughly 3 inches thick with the dimensions of a square, one meter in all directions. Both shields can only be used for a single attack unless combined, then they can be used for an onslaught of attacks depending on the spiritual being in question. This also allows for the force that the walls can take to double in effectiveness, meaning the force it can withstand rockets to 124000 pounds. That being said, if a single wall is used during combat there is a zero post limit between the next wall being used. If both walls are used in tandem or in the same post, a single post cooldown limit will be put in place in order to keep combat fair and challenging.
One more factor to keep in mind while this ability is in use is that shielding is its primary use. Fanshe is not just capable of creating shields using Daigo's immense amount of Reiatsu but also capable of creating a variety of other constructs. Weapons, structures, enhancements, Daigo has a plethora of techniques and abilities that stem from this one concept, making for what is a simple shielding technique to be far, far more usefel than your average power.
Shikai Release Phrase:
Daigo doesn't need to speak a release phrase in order to activate his Shikai. By ejecting his sword from its sheathe into a wall created through Fanshe, the Jian will phase through the wall of Reiatsu and emerge on the other side, entirely changed.
When Shikai is activated, there are only very few changes that occur to Daigo's appearance. In this case, the first and most prominent change is that the bandages that can be found throughout Daigo's body begin to glow a faint yellow all across his being. Alongside this, his hair grows maybe a centimeter in length, nothing noticeable to those that don't know him too well. Otherwise, Daigo is viewed as the same exact man as he is in his Zanpakuto's sealed state.
In Shikai, the main focus that changes within the ability Fǎnshè is that the length and width of all walls created in this form are doubled. Alongside that, the number of walls Daigo can form in said release are doubled as well. So, in the case of Shikai, Fǎnshè can create up to four different walls in a two meter by two meter fashion at most in the release.
The first and most prolific ability that Daigo gains in Shikai is known as needle creation. By using Fǎnshè to harden reiatsu into a rather small and pinpoint area, Daigo can create a mass of reiatsu needles to use in combat. By circulating this reiatsu in a specific area, tens and thousands of needles will begin to emerge from what is meant to be a basic Fǎnshè wall. These needles range from large to small, never exceeding ten thousand in amount. Once these needles are formed, Daigo can control and send them where he wants, when he wants to at any time. They react just like general metal does, having weight and piercing enemies just as an iron needle would. Once used, this ability cannot be reused for four rounds of posting. This cooldown does no begin until Daigo uses up all of the needles that were previously created.
Using Fǎnshè to create hardened reiatsu, Daigo is able to envelop his entire body in what could be considered a form reiatsu armor. This armor acts much like his walls do in terms of strength but can withstand forces that equal ten times the amount of force and average Fǎnshè can withstand. In this case, the armor that envelops Daigo's body during physical enhancement can withstand force that reaches 248000 pounds. While extreme, it's balanced out with the fact that the armor can only be used to protect him three separate times in a fight. Between uses, Daigo has to wait two posting rounds in order to use it once again. After three uses, Daigo loses his ability to activate Fǎnshè for two rounds of posting, in which he can then return to use the ability afterwards.
Daigo's Bankai is nameless.
Bankai Release Phrase:
While in Bankai, Daigo does not have a release phrase. Just as he had with Shikai, Daigo is able to access the form by going through a set of silent actions.
Bankai Release Actions:
Daigo releases his Jian just as he does in Shikai, throwing it through yet another created wall to activate his Bankai. In Bankai however, Daigo breaks through the wall himself. By gripping the blade, a simple change is made when he enters his Bankai state.
Bankai Appearance: Once Daigo has entered bankai, his previous trench coat is replaced with a deep crimson trench coat, accented with solid gold cuff links and string loops. With this, he also has a set of markings that begin to spread from his fingertips to halfway up his arm meeting directly at the elbow. In this case, both sleeves are almost always rolled up to reveal the markings on his right arm, showing a connection to his inner hollow and zanpakuto spirit forming a bond. Other than that, nothing about Daigo's outwardly appearance changes when he enters his Bankai State.
(Event Only)Fǎnshè World:
At its very core, Fǎnshè World is the very creation that Daigo sought to find his entire life as a Shinigami. With his ability of Fǎnshè and being able to create solidified walls of Reiatsu that can withstand forces of unimaginable strength, he's always wished for the ability to do the same but a far and much larger scale. Cue Fǎnshè World. Fǎnshè World in the easiest way to explain possible is simple a world that he and his opponent enters once Daigo reaches Bankai as a release. This world is a world filled to the brim with specialized Reiatsu that can only be manipulated and controlled by Daigo himself. While this might seem like an overdone and excessive ability for something so very simple, in theory it isn't. Fǎnshè World itself ranges in a one thousand meters, five hundred in every single direction. The scope of the ability cannot escape this circle nor can it be altered from outside the circle. That's where the true depth and feel of the ability begins to shine.
Within this mass circle, Fǎnshè escapes its hold as a shielding ability that can create enhancements for a character and an attack ability that makes fighting multiple opponents astounding and becomes something entirely new. The world itself is filled with enough reiatsu to fill Daigo to his very core twice over, meaning whatever his tier is the world contains an equal amount of energy for the man to use. This energy is no longer just something used to build upon walls and needles and to protect his body, this ability is something used to further his own power. Fǎnshè goes from a defensive tool to a universal tool in a split second. Instead of its previous uses, the world of possibilities is instantly opened and allows for nearly anything that Daigo's mind can imagine. The reiatsu tuned to him within this world can now be anything and do anything he sets his mind to within the laws of physics and reason. Thus, follows a world of possibilities that will be roughly summed up.
To start off, the basic functions of Fǎnshè are doubled once more from Shikai. At a single time, Fǎnshè can create eight separate walls now that are in lengths of four meters by four meters. Alongside that, all cooldowns related to Fǎnshè are now removed entirely. While this might seem extremely helpful, in the long run it actually harms Daigo far more than helps. With those changes also comes his needle creation. The basic number is now altered to 25,000 needles as well, growing in quite the number. Again, what may seem as an extreme buff is actually far less than those can expect. With Physical Enhancements, Daigo gains know buffs but can use the ability an extra two times. The downside to all of this however is that Daigo is one hundred percent at full gear the entire time Fǎnshè World is active. What does this mean? In theory, this means that Daigo can only sustain Bankai for a total of three turns. Once those three turns are spent up, he ejects from bankai and returns to base form with his ability to use Fǎnshè removed entirely for the rest of the thread. After this, Fǎnshè World also shuts down and he must resort to using only hand to hand combat and weapon skill to defeat any opponents that may still remain. One effect that does not remain after its shutdown however is his ability to dawn a Vizard Mask. Daigo can enhance his physical and spiritual combat abilities still by dawning his mask for what can only be a maximum of three posts once Bankai has been ejected. Fǎnshè World can only be used once a thread, meaning it's a do or die moment for Daigo if used.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+] Tue Aug 22, 2017 7:14 am|| |
THE RELUCTANT SPIRIT
Inner Hollow Name:
Pure Child)Inner Hollow Description:
At her core, Kiyoki isn't very special looking if she were to be compared to your every day human on earth. In comparison to most Vasto however, that would be far from the truth. Instead of taking a still holow-esque form as a Vasto the girl becomes entirely humanoid, appearance and all. Like what most would assume, Kiyoki tries her best to resemble a human, with that being the case most view her as a rather simple girl. Long streaks of blonde that flow down behind her knees, an average sized waist to resemble an adolescent's and a bust that follows in suite. Even the clothing the girl wears if summoned physically match that of an adolescent child. Simple and to the point, school uniforms and casual clothing of mostly olive and white shades. There wasn't much to the woman that could be noted as interesting, nothing out of the ordinary really. Everything but a single appearance trait would be considered normal and generic. That is, everything but her eye color. It wasn't abnormal to find eyes that didn't match your every day shades in the world today, but with Alice it seemed a bit... off. Shades of red, much like an earthly sunset blazed throughout her irises, bright and bold compared to many of those that roam earth. Clearly, there truly wasn't anything to special about the woman's looks, she liked it that way.
- Kiyoki's Appearance:
Inner Hollow Personality:
Despite Kiyoki's nature as a hollow, the woman is far from being a heartless or quiet being. Even at the conception of Daigo's Vizard state, Kiyoki was never hostile towards either spirits in question. On the contrary, spending her time amused and entertained by other hollows throughout the reaches of Hueco Mundo was something she quickly found joy in. The woman was easily impressed to say the least, a joke was not just simply a joke. Everything was amplified for Kiyoki, nearly the opposite of what Daigo himself felt in similar situations. Jokes were hysterical no matter their context, feats of greatness were grandiose no matter how little was accomplished. If someone were to do something as simple as catching a pest, Kiyoki would break down in to a stream of congratulations and praise. At her core, the woman has a relatively tough time not finding any sort of accomplishment, big and small, any different from one another.
Kiyoki isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. The brightest light in the night. The straightest arrow of the quiver. It was without a doubt that everyone that encountered the girl knew that she wasn't exactly the smartest of hollows. Knowledge and wisdom are far from the same thing. Kiyoki knows quite a lot but lacks a large amount of common sense. Alongside that, the woman also lacks the ability to really sound wise or any in the moment, critical thinking. It didn't effect her life as a hollow too harshly however, making it not really matter in the end. Kiyoki could hold her own against many if not all hollows that came her way, her stupid mentality and brain didn't get the chance to put her in a tough situation, fortunately.
Most of the people, whether they be a monstrous hollow or a simple human that Daigo comes into contact with, have a tough time not instantly forming some type of bond with the Vasto woman. The way words flow from her mouth often entice some sort of connection and interest from those that hear. Gentle and excited statements make many think of a loving mother or a friend attempting to cheer on their closest of allies. The simple and genuine way the woman speaks and listens brings out what many would believe to be their inner self. Good, bad, normal? Kiyoki cared very little of someone's
The problem with Kiyoki's general lack of common sense with her every day interactions is simple and easy to understand. In tandem with what nearly all of her personality traits imply, Kiyoki is a considerably easy to person to influence. Overjoy in the smallest of changes, her ability to interact and connect with nearly anyone and the simple happiness that she excretes day in and day out, all of it quickly leads to having a tough time formulating her own opinions or choices. While she isn't exactly the outspoken or quick to speak time, once she speaks everything will fall in place rapidly for her and whoever she's currently speaking to. With that being the case, the woman was quick to do the dirty work and menial labor that most hollows couldn't do for themselves. For lack of a better term, Kiyoki was and forever will be a puppet for someone to guide and sway to the rhythm of their own drum.
Inner Hollow Powers:
Following in line with the powers stemming from Alice, Daigo's Zanpkuto, Kiyoki's abilities as a hollow are clear and straight to the point. Jùjué, translated directly to reject, is an ability that is in concept easy to understand. Kiyoki has the innate ability to turn her spiritual form to a mass of energy rivaling her entire pool of spiritual energy, resulting in a flow of power throughout the entirety of Daigo's body. Instead of doing something excessive and extreme such as enhancing his physical attributes, mental attributes and spiritual attributes, Kiyoki does something far more trivial while also remaining impactful. As this large mass of spiritual energy, Kiyoki will pinpoint on any and all foreign energy and chemical sources entering Daigo's body from the outside. By doing so, the woman is able to use the entirety of her energy to expel and expunge said foreign substances and continue to keep them man's body clear of toxins. In this case, Kiyoki is normally used to take care of very specific factors within the body, primarily poisons and drugs that would cause shutdown among his organs and bodily functions. While this may be her main focus, if an enemy were to use an ability that implanted energy within Daigo, the woman could commence the same process used to remove toxins and do the same with said spiritual energy. The effectiveness of this ability, while near perfect, does contain a single downside. Any ability or substance injected at the same tier level or higher will have a scaling chance to infect Daigo. (In the case that someone were to use a toxin or spiritual attack meant to harm him through infection, Staff would use Random.org in order to decide if it were to be successful. The numbers are as followed)
Same Tier: 1/8th (if 1 is chosen from a set of 1-8 it works)
Single Tier Up: 1/4th (if 1 is chosen from a set of 1-4 it works)
Two Tiers and Higher Up: 1/2th (if 1 is chosen from a set of 1-2 it works)
Hollow Mask Appearance:
Ironically, Daigo's Hollow Mask fits his personality to a tee. Much like the mask he puts up for those that come and go throughout the day, his mask as a Vizard follows a relatively similar idea. A color as white as snow to blind those that watch Daigo during combat is accompanied by a rather cryptic set of markings to mimic the position of his mouth. Alongside that, two holes are cut into the mask to mimic the positions of his eyes though they don't show them whatsoever. Much like a two way mirror, his opponents view their own reflection in the eyes of the mask rather than Daigo's.
Kiyoki's single power transfers directly to Daigo due to her innate connection with the man. That being said, there's practically nothing else the woman gives to Daigo as far as benefits are concerned.
As expected, the first thing Daigo had created as a Vizard was his very own Signature Cero. At its very core, Fǎnshè Cero is a blast of energy that can be quickly adjusted to skyrocket to another direction at a moments notice. By using his Fǎnshè to create hardened walls of reiatsu, Daigo is able to alter the path and direction of his Cero on a dime. The scope of the ability is nearly a one-hundred and eighty degree turn, slightly shorter to account for the energy imploding on itself, in addition to being able to be sent flying towards any direction Daigo wishes. In the case of Fǎnshè Cero, Fǎnshè no longer retains its two wall limit due to the extremely small and precise size. Becoming nearly twenty times smaller, the Fǎnshè allows for Daigo to retain a far larger amount of energy making it so the ability is far less draining in its usage. However, when this Cero is used, it can only be redirected a total number of four times over the span of two posts, also limiting Fǎnshè on its own to a single one meter by one meter wall for the first post of the ability. The cero itself has a cooldown of a single post from ending to beginning, allowing him to use it rather frequently.
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+] Tue Aug 22, 2017 8:16 am|| |
Daigo cannot be 0-3 on inception so I'll be striking this section of the app, he won't have access and I'd like to start roleplaying.
THREE BECOME ONE
Unity Form's personality, as most would assume, is rather hard to place into a single category and beliefs and actions. Daigo, when under the effects of the form, acts much different than what many know him to be like in normal, every day conditions. Taking aspects from both Kiyoki and Alice, Daigo becomes rather open about who he is and why he does what he does. Compared to the normal man of few explanations that Daigo is a majority of the time, Unity is a breath of fresh air that gives a man who is only ever closed to the outside world the key to become one with not just those around him but himself. The very fact that he's able to open up and show true, genuine emotion to others is nearly unfathomable to many, if not all that encounter him. Though, to those that know him well enough, Daigo is far from what his surface appearance expresses to the world. Through and through the man was always a locked book that needed some form of unlocking in one way or another. It just so happened that one of the most traumatic moments of his life was the very key to his salvation.
Unified Daigo is, in every since of the phrase, too forward when fused with both Kiyoki and Alice. As if the two girls released him from the clutches of faked happiness, Daigo is anything but fake with his thoughts and responses when fused. Whatever his belief may be, whatever the man could be thinking, it all comes out in a flurry of words. Speaking his mind thoroughly and directly becomes something of ease, making for quite the interesting interaction with those around him. Whether its his thoughts on how someone acts, their appearance while interacting with him during unification or anything in between, if he wished to speak it it would be told. The last thing to plague the man while Unified is lack of a voice, something that could more than likely cause more issues that one could ever wish for.
Cemented In His Ways
When Unified, Daigo's perception and ability to make hard hitting decisions is abnormaly sound to say the least. Unlike his normal self, many of the choices and responses that dictate his actions towards others are generally taken rather lightly, even the toughest of thoughts could be scattered to the wind at any moment. The worry and fear that once plagued the man's complicated mind very quickly lifts and allows him to spend a majority of his time doing other things rather than constantly shifting his thoughts from one thing to the next. Over-complicating one's thoughts and decisions when in a state of constant movement was the last thing you would want. That being the case, Daigo makes it an extreme importance to take things in stride and in full force, never stopping no matter the case.
Event-Only Unified Powers:
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|Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+] Sun Feb 11, 2018 6:51 pm|| |
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|Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+] Tue Feb 13, 2018 9:20 am|| |
- Quote :
- Fǎnshè: "124000lbs/248000/lbs"
For a sealed ability, that's waaaay too much weight. Halve those numbers.
- Quote :
- Shikai: Physical Enhancement: 2480000lbs
Again, too much weight. He could have the Cristo Redentor thrown on him and be fine with that much of a weight limit. Drop a zero and you'll be good.[/adm]
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|Subject Post 7Subject: Re: Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+] Tue Feb 13, 2018 9:24 am|| |
Changes were made friendo
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|Subject Post 8Subject: Re: Daigo, The 'Twisted' Vizard [APPROVED, 2-5+] Tue Feb 13, 2018 9:29 am|| |
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