Yup. A new one. Don't you just hate posting your character again? Well, I'm subjecting you to it again. Lucky you, I happened to think ahead. If you have a character here that you posted up and want to use, feel free to pop open the Crypt and find your old character in the Barracks, piled under a battle royale, some RP's that got nowhere, and a couple other things. As for me, I have a couple characters I want, so they get to be first.
Yay me.
Username: Hakabakashii
Name: Shinme Hakabakashii
Age: Appears to be around 20 to 25
Birthplace: Southern Japan, but immigrated at a very young age to Rome.
Race: Human. Sort of. It's kinda complicated.
Appearance: About 6' 1'', lean muscular build, Deep purple eyes, silver hair, usually wearing a white vest/button up shirt combo, white slacks, black boots and black gloves. Oddly pale for a guy who wanders all the time from town to town.
Skills/Powers: Good with guns, but has a preference to short swords or daggers. For martial arts, he is the master of the Flying Dragon school of Martial Arts, a blend of the many styles of martial arts he's learned and a heavy dose of bull, essentially weaponizing any movement he makes, including even accidents. Heightened regeneration, good reflexes and a form of pyrokinesis that allows for him to manipulate flames to be his own and create his own flames, always of a black or crimson coloring. The temperature, intensity, all of it is his to change. On top of this, his body seems to not even flinch to even some of the deadliest poisons and he always has enough alcohol in his blood system to kill a normal man twice over.
Personality: Generally laid back, but always up to do some fighting, Shinme will pick his fights if he can. And even though he doesn't like being totally over powered, he loves a challenging fight between him and an opponent.
History: Born in Japan during the beginning of the uprising of Oda Nobunaga, Shinme wished to be a warrior. But as a small family in the Shimazu clan, his parents were fearful that they would be killed. So they fled from the country, heading west. They were never accepted in any country they went to. China, India, various Middle Eastern countries, none of them would be even slightly accepting. Until they made it to Italy. They started their life anew in Rome, of all places. Shinme, a teen at this point in his life, wanted more than to just be a peasant farmer. His warring spirit wished for the fighting, the killing, the honor of being a warrior. He joined the Italian Military, and enjoyed it, even though he saw little action. His interest was starting to slip when he discovered a small cult to a deity known as The Living Saint. They were a brotherhood devoted to a warrior deity, doing his god's work as a divine crusader until he was slain in battle, but not by the enemy, by his god, for being too mighty. Within three days, his men were preparing his burial when he awoke, as if merely sleeping. His sword was glowing with a dark aura, black and crimson flames swept around him as he rose and cursed the divines for trying to slay him. Long story short, this caught Shinme's attention. He joined the Brotherhood, and was determined to be a Blessed Chosen of the Saint. He was to share part of his body with the avatar of the Living Saint. He wanted this, and went through the ritual. The pain and torment he felt lasted for fifteen days. When he finally felt good enough to walk on his own, he went and spoke to the elders, or the Original Five (the Saints greatest warriors), and was told the truth of his powers. The regeneration, the pyrokinesis, all of it. He was also told he would hear the Saint's guiding voice as if it were his conscience. This is where he drew the line on the powers. As a Blessed one, he was free to roam and do as he pleased, unfettered by the rules and guidelines of the brotherhood. He could hear the Saint trying to change him, shape his motions, make him into a perfect good guy/ god slayer. Shinme just wanted the god killer. He found his way into a bar, swearing that he'd read somewhere that the Saint never drank alcohol, and drank until he couldn't hear the saint. Since then, he's near always kept himself at a steady buzz, steadily needing more and more over the hundreds of years of wandering and drinking.
Pros: Damn hard to knock out, let alone kill. Brew master, unaffected by poisons, highly skilled in assassination techniques and pure fighting whether with blades or bullets, will occasionally be possessed by the Saint.
Cons: Needs to drink a lot of alcohol, mood will shift at somewhat random from fun loving to sociopathic, will occasionally be possessed by the Saint.
Gear/weapons: Two onyx short swords (13 1/2 in blade length) two onyx plated .50 cal desert eagle handguns, and a moderately sized silver flask which seems to be a portal to the alcohol dimension, always giving Shinme a different drink as he feels.
The Nethergate's Oathbound
RP, Chatterbox ,Misc.
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