Re: Sablier Etzel's G/FX tests

Mon Mar 17, 2014 5:05 am

Ryuji Osamerukami

Her foot swung forward, and through the air it increased it's momentum 10-fold with a sudden burst. The speed increase of her foot dragged the rest of her body along, and in an instant Ryuji began flying through the air. Her calculated warp ran through her foot in motion prior to the flight, successfully increasing the force of her kick through the warped area with minimal timing, so as to avoid her foot being crushed by it's multiplied pressure against itself. In this fluid movement, Ryuji's body flung towards a being far larger than herself.

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A few minutes before these actions, Ryuji had recently found herself wandering the streets of Karakura-- not literally however. The actual streets were bustling with vehicles just as much as the sidewalks were crowded with people. Ryuji found slight discomfort, but altogether ignored the shoves and bumps that came with walking in crowds. But, still, why was she moving about here? She might've had better things to do, and things she would 'have' to do, so why was she here? Well, to excuse the latter interrogative question she asked herself in mind, it's not as if Ryuji would actually do something she 'had' to do. And to the former, she couldn't recall anything of significant importance. Perhaps one could simply call it "fate". As if fate was calling upon her.

There was no special meaning in her coming out to these over-populated areas, especially at this random time-- not like she was doing something prior to this that would unconditionally lead here. But, just as she excused her own question lacking logic, she explained to herself her reasoning here just the same. Once again, "fate". And as fate would call her, she would hear.

"Why is this happening to me!"

Ryuji's senses were heightened far beyond a normal human being, including her hearing; she had literally heard fate call her.

Alarmed but such a loud cry of panic -or at least, loud to her own ears- Ryuji quickly chased after the fleeting echoes of the distraught. Shortly after, she found herself seeing a large beast -in Ryuji's experience, it might've been a hollow- towering above a school girl who looked to be perhaps just a year or two younger than Ryuji herself.

Wanting to be a superhero since young, she jumped at the chance to be one, and though the presence of a hollow, if it might've been one, within Karkura's populous was beyond rare, Ryuji was never one to ponder over things. She preferred to act with instinct, thus returning to present times.

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Gliding through the air, with extreme force Ryuji's foot made contact with the beast before her, the rest of her body following shortly after. With Ryuji's martial expertise, thus well-adapted body control, she gracefully bounced off the creature, flipping backwards before landing on her left foot, slowly bending her knees to cushion the blow of her descent. Without even checking to see what her kick might've done to what she assumed to be a hollow, whether or not it had killed or simply knocked it back, or perhaps even having done nothing at all to it, Ryuji immediately ran to the girl, urging her to get up and escape with the following words.

"Run away, run away! I'll attack!"

Wed Mar 19, 2014 3:40 am

The Basics

• Name: {L}Gozen, {F}Akiyoku ({F}秋欲 {L}御前 ~ lit. Fall Greed Royalty Before (trans- Greed Falls Before Him).)
• Titles: The Lethargic King / The King of Lethargy ; Sloth Incarnate / Incarnation of Sloth
• Age: Seventeen
• Gender: Male
• Affiliation/Rank: Some random-ass school in Karakura

Traits

• Personality: As his title might suggest, the main selling point of "Akki" is his failure to feel motivated. As one might suspect, he's lethargic to an extreme, the personification of a sin; yes, he's practically Sloth Incarnate. Akiyoku has a number of other traits, but clearly this is his most apparent.

Other than his laziness, intellect might fall under this category. Indeed, Akki possesses smarticle particles. Though his IQ is unknown -as he failed to successfully finish the test, or hardly any for that matter- one might presume it to be rather high. In fact, his deductive talents are proof. He's able to connect the dots quite well-- actually, to be more precise, it's more like he's good at guessing where the next dot might be. His inferences can often be based on loose evidence, but supposedly, with 'intuition', according to the man himself, the pieces of the puzzle can be solved with details as minute as the misplacement of keys to a house, or the shifting of a pair of shoes from their original spot. Of course, anyone but himself, mostly as far as he knows, wouldn't be able to do the same simply off of such subtle 'hints'.

Aside from such bland characteristics, Akki has a more flavorful personality to him. Just kidding, he really doesn't, but to say the least, he's more or less "carefree", or rather, he simply doesn't care; there's quite a big difference between the two. Whereas "carefree" would be lacking the worries of the world, living freely and happy (strictly stereotypically), simply not caring would be most synonymous with the phrase "I don't give a fuck". Though Akki doesn't quite curse much, such a phrase indeed suits him best. Akiyoku doesn't live without the worries of the world, nor freely and happily. He literally simply "lives". He goes by doing whatever, and should an impulse come, whether it makes sense to himself or others or not, he would respond.

Indeed! A way to define him would be "illogical". His attitude defies the logic of humans craving social interactions, for example. Akki truly has no need for a social life; however, should he find a sudden impulse to converse with someone, for whatever reason, he'd do so. In essence, the young Akiyoku goes around doing whatever he feels like.

A little fun fact, his name, though extremely odd that his parents would name him this, not to mention his peculiar surname, may be a reference to his personality in some ways. His first name starts with a kanji spelled in its Romanji as "Aki", meaning Autumn. The second kanji spelled in Romanji is "Yoku", which means greed. Now, Autumn Greed sounds cool and somehow meaningful in itself, but taken differently, it could mean "Fall Greed". Now, a way to interpret this with English Literary Logicks is to reverse the Sin and Season to make more sense of it, thus ending up with "Greed Fall". To finalize, one looks at the two words as a noun for the former and verb for the latter, adding an "s" to fall, therefore achieving an even more meaningful and suiting phrase for Akiyoku, "Greed Falls". Greed Falls, if taken as perhaps some sort of proverb or sophisticated writing, might be read as 'The sin of desire failing to be felt'. In this context, it unexpectedly suits Akiyoku perfectly, as, due to him not "caring", he wouldn't care to aspire for something, or wish for something, thus being absent of greed.

His surname, Gozen, has two characters, with its first character meaning "highness", and second character meaning "Before". The first character can also be loosely translated as a pronoun geared towards males, thus allowing it to successfully be taken as "him". So, following similar rules with his first name, putting given before sur, his name may mean "Greed Falls Before Him"-- clearly in reference to Akki's lethargic personality.

History

• History: Akki's story starts in Karakura, where his parents, Iori Gozen (father) and Akina Gozen (Mother) married after discovering Akina was pregnant. Of course, Iori and Akina loved each other dearly, but simply never thought about getting married-- just staying together for the rest of their lives, happy as can be. It was a huge surprise to the both of them that Akina was pregnant, despite both acknowledging the fact that they failed to use 'protection'. Nevertheless, they were both ecstatic when they heard the news after calling and visiting their doctor when Akina seemed sick and threw-up everywhere.

After the wedding, Akina moved into Iori's apartment, and Iori dropped out of grad school and worked as a biologist with only a Bachelors. Three months later, their child was born a month prematurely. The doctors suggested Akina stay a couple of days, so as to ensure the safety of their child. The couple both denied, saying that they wanted to spend time with their child immediately. Later that afternoon Iori took his beloved wife home and took some vacation time from work.

Their child, Akiyoku as they had named him, was the love of their lives, the center of their worlds. They were what one might call "doting parents". The tiniest hint of his sadness would crush their psyche.

Akiyoku grew up to be a fine child, despite his parents spoiling him to unearthly lengths. However, unexpectedly, Akiyoku was a rather dull child, even when young. He would rarely show much emotion, keeping a straight expression. Regardless, what with the somewhat ditzy personalities of his parents, they loved him unconditionally.

They would do their utmost best for him, giving him private tutoring lessons and raising enough money to guarantee him the rest of his life set. Of course, a lot of the money came also from his grandparent, who seemed to have been the ones to give his own parents their.. "traits". Akiyoku was the only grandchild on both sides, thus becoming a huge deal within the family. He was spoiled anywhere there were family members around.

Of course, as aforementioned Akki had a rather dull personality. Even with all their spoiling antics, Akki would be fine without, and would rarely ask for something explicitly. Of course, he loved his parents back, so a partial effect was his reluctance to ask them for much, so as to 'save them the trouble'.

By the end of his middle school years, Akki ran away from home. His whole family was of course devastated, and couldn't understand why. After bugging the police non-stop, the officers finally investigated his room, finding a note addressed to the parents for reasons of why he left. Of course, they didn't realise it was there as they were far too occupied with worrying over his disappearance.

Reading it, they found out that he left so as to allow his parents to enjoy themselves without having to constantly worry about him. As they were doting parents, they preferred to constantly care for him, but his point came across at some point, and they understood his decision, leaving him to his own devices, except for the bi-daily calls, sending of constant packages with food, groceries, money, and all that he would ever need to live alone.

Some where along the way, he lethargically discovered he had powers-- specifically, ones that could be performed purely through his mind. In doing so, Akki's laziness would only increase, as he used them for his own purposes. Of course, as selfish as it sounds, Akiyoku only actually used them for the reasons a kid might typically use them: reaching for the remote without having to get up, moving furniture when necessary, cleaning the house, etc..

Akki would easily find and gain new powers, with his genius being a helping factor. These abilities which were used by his mind were indeed perfect for him, as this way, with only thoughts he could accomplish most of his wants and needs, as little as they were.

In fact, due to this power and his own dull personality and laziness, there were little other reasons he needed to use these powers besides in trivial ways. The sole time he ever had to use his powers for another reason besides moving boxes or something of similar sorts, was in a small 'fight' at his workplace.

At some point, sometime during summer his first year of high school, Akki found himself a job, for completely logical reasons. Akki thought it would be good to get a feel for having responsibility and income, so he took a part-time job at a local WcDonalds. As a janitor of sorts, it was quiet easy to accomplish his tasks, especially since they didn't require much social interaction. However, there came a small predicament.

A 'Delinquent' from Kurakara High School came to eat at the restaurant, but unsatisfied for whatever reason, he threw a fit. He started flailing his powers around needlessly, threatening to burn the place down with pyrokinetics.

Of course, Akki was lethargic as could be, and ignored the customer until it came to a point where he had to clean an area near the source of the disturbance.

"Excuse me, sir; could you please move a bit. I need to get to some stuff behind you."

Akki spoke lifelessly, and though he meant nothing but what he said, literally, the 'disturbance' somehow took it offensively and pushed Akki back, threatening to burn Akki as well. Unsatisfied with what he was hearing, as well as being prevented from doing his job, Akiyoku got a mop from behind him and swung it at the disturbance, splashing him with water.

"Sir. Please vacate."

Pissed off, the customer summoned a ball of fire from his palm and threw it at Akki. In return, he essentially created a force field to protect himself. With Akki's intellect and curiosity, he contemplated a way to use fire as well. With surprising ease, he had done so, and he himself had gained pyrokinetics through the use of another one of his powers.

Using telekinesis at a subatomic level, for a brief moment Akki excited the molecules around his hand, making a slight spark of fire. it lasted shortly, which prompted Akki to say "It seems like I'll probably have to practice that."

Finding his new ability unreliable compared to others that he had already mastered, he chose to use his most favored ability, Pressure.

To be more specific, a sub-ability of Telekinesis. This time, he would use atmospheric pressure and, using his mind, he would propagate the "atm"'s as pure pressure, and would apply it to assorted things. In this case, he used 'pressure' as a wide force. With a single thought, it was as if a huge wind had blown at the 'disturbance'. The massive gale blew him away, destroying the front door of the WcDonalds as well as severely maiming the customer.

Of course, he was fired for doing so, but it was what Akki might consider "a learning experience; somewhat valuable."

Akki continued living his life on impulse, now a third year. Many experiences are soon to come, and some may prove a challenge to him-- others, perhaps not so much. Either way, Akki has a long life ahead of him, whether that life was lived to his satisfaction has yet to be known.

Powers

• Natural Attributes: (Put any sort of natural thing your human can do without the use of reiatsu. For instance, you could put down your characters body has a high amount of defense or that they have some sort of super speed.)

• Powers: (Explain any sort of power your human might have through using Reiatsu. For instance, you could have a human who has the power over Fire or another human who can control energy blast. It's up to you where to go with this one. However, there is only a maxium of six powers.)

• Pure Abilities: (Feel free to put any abilities they might have from their powers. Such as if they had the power to generate, control and tame electricity? They would have abilities that could allow them endure harsh climates, boosted speed and things such as that.)

Fri Mar 21, 2014 2:25 am

Word Count: 2214
Artist: Alt-J
Song: Breezeblocks
Notes:#PostTemp #Akki!!

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There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Word Count: 782
Song: 約束された勝利の剣 - Sword Of Promised Victory Artist: James Harris
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Leadie turned, one leg formerly over her bike now swinging down to the ground behind her. Spinning on her left heel, Leadie's hand gripped the hilt of her sword and her eyes opened with a lock on Caliburn's general area. Something was there, something that should be impossible. This event so unnatural, made Leadie' agohe pop out of her hair. Her eyes trained in on her surroundings, not one movement passing her by in her line of vision. Even as rain swept through her hair and into her eyes, the forests in her eyes knew no darkness. They would not close, and with a single step Leadie carried herself from the road back to the forest. Her feet subconsciously weaving and bobbing between dead leaves and branches, her steps were as silent as she could muster with each pace through the blackened earth.

Her thoughts where a calm inferno, burning through thoughts at a rapid pace and checking all realistic, spiritual and fantasy based possibilities. Not even the thought of Hitler being the cause escaped her infernal mind. Then is came to her, what if Mana or another Asthavon had somehow managed to break through? No. That was impossible. They would be removed instantly, without even time to move, let alone think. It was a shifted plain separate from all others. A single possibility was left. She denied it. Leadie's mind in its typical fashion thinking something so cliche to be ludicrous. A Guardian of Camelot. All those fantasy tales and even the truths came to her mind, returning from the ashes like some form of a phoenix. Her conclusion became sound, but deniable to her. None the less, an ill wind blew. Not a dark wind, but a wind that meant ill will towards those unworthy of the sword in the stone.

Everyday becomes all the stranger. My teachings and studies seem to have covered almost nothing compared to what I need to know. Caliburn... the Will of Caliburn. That tale... the three six-eyed guardians of Truth. Could it be..? Leadie's thoughts did not incinerate, her thoughts right and no wrong within them. Her grip on the Damascus Steel Blade increased in power, unsheathing the blade with a single movement and throwing the elder leather sheath to the side. It would only be in her way. It landed on dead leaves, crunching them and making her cringe. Brilliant. Alert them with sound if they didn't already know. Swell job you've done there. Reigen would never let me hear the end of it for that. A sigh, so quiet left her lips as she carried on, blinking only six times to clear her vision of droplets.

How she wished she could move faster, but the sound would be her enemy as the blackened skies and woodlands turned to a lush green and perfect sky blue with pale clouds. A smile tugged her lips, focus split between this place as the rain was no more. Breaking into a run, she kept her steps silent, weaving off the path and into the trees. She anticipated what she may face, knights of some order. She couldn't have been more wrong as she came into view of the sword in the stone, Caliburn. Three warriors, tridents, six... eyes each. Well, that tipped her odd scale a bit. She seldom ever met demons with more than two eyes, and these clearly were not of the darkness. She crouched behind a large hedge, as quiet as ever and lifting a branch laying beside her dead. A thought came to her, and her arms lunged the branch through the tree. It landed far to her north west, currently she face east.

Her eyes locked onto them, taking her sword beside her in both hands before hopping the hedge having believed to see them turn to that direction. They were in her blood territory. This was unforgivable, but something continued to irk her mind. The thought of 'Guardians' kept plaguing her, even as she rush with a swing to the one facing north east. She would have to keep out of range of the trident's, hoping to catch her blade in between the forks in a favorable position. Perhaps she could kick them away and have them loose their grip on their trident? A downward slash to him, a sweeping kick into one aim to kick in the chest. Should either miss, her blade would fly to the sky, attempting to block whatever came while following with another spin kick. Jumping back, she takes her position once more and calls out to them.

"Why are you here?! If you are not some form of a Guardian, I'll remove you from Camelot's lands!"

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Fri Mar 28, 2014 11:36 pm

OH GOD IT'S SO TURRIBLE RIGHT NOW

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 • Name: [/ b] Ezekiel Vamota 
[B] • Titles: [/ b] The Crimson Reaper; Harbinger of Death; Scarlet Behemoth; The Fifth
[B] • Age: [/ b] Seventeen
[B] • Gender: [/ b] Male 
[B] • Affiliation / Rank: [/ b] N/A
 
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[B] • Written Appearance:  Ezekiel's appearance varies from perspective. On one hand, considering his expression is basic, likely synonymous with perhaps a lazy or disinterested face, one might perceive the man to be somewhere between late teens to early twenties. On another hand, should his disgusting smirk surface, some may say he looks to be mid-teens to older twenties. Either way, his real age is seventeen as aforementioned, and in most situations he looks just that.
 
Turning back to his "disgusting smirk", one might notice the boy to often grin maliciously; chances are he truly does feel malicious. He has a wide array of facial expressions, but the most common of them are looks of euphoria, sadistic excitement, and most of all, pure hysteria. One second he may be blankly staring off into space, and with a sudden arise of gory thoughts his face scrunches and his brows furrow, his lips stretch across his cheeks and pearl-like teeth show clearly. Most people tend to understand that distance would be the smarter choice with the appearance of these sorts of facial rearrangements.
 
Aside from Ezekiel's many changes in expression, the rest of his body seems to be that of a somewhat underweight teen. His height exceeds 6 feet, but just barely, and his weight rounds off to 140. The majority of the "meat" on his bones is lean, with his toned body reflecting the low percentage of body fat he possesses. What results from his overall thinness is a relatively 'pleasing' appearance. A six pack shows across his abdomen, and his deltoids, biceps and forearms are slightly toned. For a boy of his age, classmates--had he attended school--would most likely be making fun of his thin structure, despite the offered show of muscles.
 
His knuckles protrude obviously, including the ones on his feet, and his phalanges are, like the rest of his body, thin and lengthy, with a hinted sharp structure. Just as his knuckles, Ezekiel's collarbone protrudes obviously as well, adding to the skinny appearance.
 
Retracting back to his face, his eyes glow with a deep red hue. The vibrancy of the eyes practically hypnotize a person to over-exaggerate when recalling them, sometimes saying something along the lines of the pair "shining", and that one might be able to see them in pitch black. His eyelashes extend with only a slight curve, and their length exceeds the average. Ezekiel appears to possess double-eyelids as well.
 
Falling downward a bit, it is apparent that the young man's nose hints East-European origins, due to the lack of width, and the protrusion from the face. The bridge of the nose however lacks East-Euro origins, as it fades along with the rest of the curve downward.
 
His lips are a peachy shade, blending in well to the rest of his skin tone. The thinness of it, just as his nose, hints European blood within him, and the lip-curl seems nearly non-existent. His chin curves sharply, offering a ovular facial structure, and his attached-lobe ears, petite in size, add to the ovular impression. Ezekiel's overall skin tone offers fair, light-beige shading, with lack of unevenness.
 
 • Clothing:  His clothing seems to gravitate towards red and white shades. Even his old middle-school uniform had modifications that would express his fondness over the two colours. Usually, his clothing shows red to be the main-colour, with white complimenting. The occasional black t-shirt, or black lining would also appear.
 
His usual casual outfit has a short-sleeved jacket with a popped colour, the torso being a faded or deep red shade, while the colour and sleeves show white. On the inside, a basic black t-shirt is worn in contrast. Falling downward once again, his preferred pants tend to be standard blue jeans, often slightly faded. Complimenting his upper-body wear are a pair of red and white sneakers or converse.
 
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 • Traits: 
»Sadistic: Ezekiel has a “love” for other’s less enjoyable reactions—their pain, put bluntly. His “disgusting smirk” would surface in the sight of another’s agony; even more so when Ezekiel himself is the cause. Given the chance, there’s no doubt that the young man may slash a track-star’s calves, or force an abortion. His grievous actions would rarely stop anywhere, and in the assorted circumstances offered by life, chances are his arms would be wringing someone’s neck. Simply put, Ezekiel practically gets a hard-on in the face of another’s despair.
 
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 • Natural Attributes: [/ b] 
»Intellect:

»Quintessence: Ezekiel produces nearly an infinite amount of Quintessent Force. Not to say that he can necessarily manipulate said force without limits, but rather, it simply flows out and within him at a nearly inexhaustible rate. Of course, one might expect such a gargantuan amount to have some significance aside from his own use. In reality, Quintessence, otherwise known as "Aether", works similarly to Chi or Reishi. One of the main differences is where it exists. The most common places Aether is found is in space, generally gravitating towards areas with nothing else around. Aether has a hard time coexisting with other energies, and as such, its existent on some place such as Earth--which already flows with Chi, Reishi and other forms of energy--would be extremely unlikely. Ezekiel (whom is aware of a rare energy flowing from within him) has yet to find someone with similar capabilities (Much of the Quintessent Force's origins are elaborated within his history).

A more in-depth explanation of Quintessence is provided in the "Osamerukami" thread.

[B] • Powers: [/ b] (Explainconflict Any sort of power your human Might have through using Reiatsu. For instance, You Could Have a human who has the power over Fire or another human who kan control energy blast. It's up to you where to go with this one. B.Ed., there is only a maxium of six powers.) 
 
[B] • Pure Abilities: [/ b] (Feel free to put Any abilities They Might have from hun powers. Such as if ze had the power to generate, control and tame electricity? Ze Would have abilities That Could Allow them endure harsh Climates, boosted speed and things industry leaders as that.) 
 
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[B] • Sacred Release Appearance: [/ b] (Describe what your human looks like When ze hun release spiritual power. Essentially This is equivalent to a Shinigami's Shikai.) 
 
[B] • Release Sacred Powers: [/ b] (Does your human get any Additional powers from this transformation? For instance, if you had the power to control Fire in your base, could you control heat and magma in this state? Or would you gain something else?) 
 
B] • Ascended State Sacred Appearance: [/ b] (Describe what your human looks like When ze hun release spiritual power. Essentially This is equivalent to a Shinigami's Bankai.) 
 
[B] • State Sacred Ascended Powers: [/ b] (Does your human get any Additional powers from this transformation? For instance, if you had the power to control Fire in your base, could you control heat and magma in this state? Or would you gain something else?) 
 
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Sat Mar 29, 2014 8:49 am

Word Count: 1080
Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
Tags: #App #FerKaito #DaisukePostTemplate

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:37 am

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Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
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Sat Mar 29, 2014 11:36 am

Word Count: 1080
Song:By No Means - Artist:Epicc feat. Lindsey Sterling
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There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

There was little else in this barren wasteland he called "home". The desolate sands which floated with the breeze, as if time carried the particles away--the expected euphoric reaction from returning was absent from his visage. Instead, his face reflected the scars left behind from coming back. He had returned to discover his lost heritage, to no avail. What he did discover was far from it. The man discovered emotions he never thought was possible to feel--such deep, putrid hate; it flowed from within his abdomen, too dense to bear. The shrapnel from what once might've been his very own house, whisked away from some destructive force. Only one thing crossed his mind, and it would last unending. It was what made the man what he is today, and will forever shape his painful future. Vengeance.

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