Post by Tsumi on Jan 15, 2010 17:40:34 GMT -5
Basic info
First Name: Tsumi
Family Name: Kesenai
Code Name: Astral
Height: 193cm / 6 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 78 kg / 172 pounds
Age: 17
Elemental Prime Affinity: Lightning
Personality and Appearance scetch:
This boy under the name Tsumi appears innocent, however being anything but. He has the blood of thousands on his hand. Killed almost all the elders from his former village, including his very own father. Emotions are something he seems to lack, but this is but a façade that keeps any from reading the truth. You will not find hatred nor joy from his pressence. Even though it's definitely there, even when he smiles you won't be able to feel the emotion. Though it's just recent that he even began to smile. The reason is obviously, his selfmade home: New Twilight. And the girls... ah yes, girls. He loves their attention, even though he is still in denial... even towards himself sometimes. He's a little shut off, but not that much. He's had a rough past filled with bloodshed and betrayal, which made him a little more difficult to reach than the average person.
This kid’s dark blond hair is just long enough to cover his sparkling red eyes. At the back it almost reaches shoulder level. All done in style, it gives the impression he spends at least half an hour behind the mirror in the morning. He wears a silk kimono, long pants under which metal-enforced sandals. On his left he caries a family-made pitch black daito, sheathed in black between a crimson belt. His body shows little muscle though possessing great strength. The body doesn’t look like it, for it shows not a single scar, but it’s pretty well trained. Tsumi looks normal and doesn’t really draw attention, besides being tall.
The Kesenai Family:
Typically known for their immence array of weapon usaged. The Kensenai are experts on melee combat and get trained in the arts of weaponary from their 4th birthday. They got a trade of overdoing things and most are usually quite stubborn. They drive themselves and others to the extreme. It's their vast size of inner chakra that allows them to push their limits so well. But it's quite uncommon for a Kesenai to have more than 30% of their chakra capacity stored, it's simply not in their nature to do so.
Another common thing are tattoos. It's unheard of that a child, of the Kesenai family, hasn't got a tattoo at the age of 15. Each and every tattoo is specially designed for that child by the head council of the family. Making all tattoos unique.
New Twilight:
A newly formed village only a two years old. Founded by Tsumi Kesenai after brutally slaughtering most of the old "Hidden Twilight". Seeing as their leader, their hero and to most even their god, is but a 17 year old boy... it wouldn't come to a surprise that the entire ruling council that stands just below Tsumi is made up of 4 other kids. Hench the council of four. But these aren't normal kids, they act as if they have lived double their appearing amount of time, if not more. And their powers are enormous. These are the pillars on which the new village was founded. Loyal powerful individuals that each govern their assigned areas: Military, Advisor & Wingless, Internal, Diplomatic. A little lower rank is followed by Chao'ic, the Pinquin
. Assigned for Economics and Summoning Animal Relations. Which shows that New Twilight has aligned itself with the animal kingdoms. As each member signs a contract with a animal type early in life. Some like Tsumi can have multiple contracts signed.
Seeing as Tsumi quite the adventurer, the village is basically run by the council and Tsumi is mostly their guardian to call upon when things get nasty. His sister Yue usually does his work, as a leader back home, for him.
Fractions of the Past:
Birth of Tsumi:
The wife of the third leader of Hidden Twilight brought forth a boy into the world. Sparks in his eye and a quite smile gave a comforting reassurance of some sort; A feeling this boy would greatly impact the future of their village and even the world someday. This boy was meant for something grand... call it intuition, call it a premonition of some sort, but they were right. Though the positive feel about it was perhaps a little... just a little... unjust.
It all started wonderful, Tsumi was a talented kid to say the least... gifted even. His learning-skills were remarkable, like a photographic memory. Though with holes like Swiss cheese; he only had a good memory to whichever drawed his interests. Things he wanted to remember though not truely, or merely indirectly, cared about, he'd forget. Even in minutes time occassionaly. It happened so much that it even started to irritate Tsumi himself... mainly himself. Later on Tsumi would find comfort in these "black holes", embrace them even. Realising any form of photografic memory is a curse, not a gift.
Tsumi also has a thing with tools. The usage of all kinds of tools, it's like he knew the use of every single one imaginary before he even laid hands on them or saw their purpose. He has an brilliant awareness in cause and effect linking for achieving a goal. The most general sense is perfectly anticipating any result.., which guides decision making in choosing appropriate actions. This creates a perfect conceptual schematic based on varying degrees of ambiguity about the knowledge that creates the contextualisation for the action. He clearly had the deck of cards to be called a prodigy.
Quickly other notable things became visable. One was discovered quite fast as his father forced him to train in the arts of the assassin the minute he was able to walk. And that wasn't a figure of speech, this was reality... his reality.
Tsumi's original elemental affinity is Lightning. But Hidden Twilight has known for random elemental affinities, so this is neither regular nor unusual. Electric shocks are something Tsumi gets joy from rather than a stun effect. But besides play in an open field with thunder roaring he never did much with his elemental affinity back then. He sometime enchanted himself or his weapons with the lightning he could wield... but that was as far as the party went. What interested him more was Shadow affinity. The ability to manipulate the dark... and eventually even the light. However, the part most notable was in which way Tsumi was able to shape his very own shadow, actually materializing it. Tsumi's prime abilities resolve around his so called "Twilight Skills".
Songs for the mother
"Lights go one and off... everything is so blurry. I've been having these weird feeling lately... like is more than a dream? It's just... I've always wondered why I have these vague memories in my head... and everytime I wake up, I know new ways to use my chakra. I just feel new use for it, as if it has always been there... as a part of me. The signs are out there, but the truth is so very eclipsed to me."
Tsumi stepped out of bed and went outside, into the night.
...
Standing in the rain, so no one could see him cry. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out then lit it. While inhaling the smoke entered the deepest parts of his lungs. Certain added herbs gave him a slightly more calming feeling than a normal smoke. Slowly he exhaled... and threw the pack away. From now on he'd never smoke cigarettes again.
Then a drop of rain came tumbling down on his cigarette. And another... and shortly after it was soaked. It's a shame it had to last so short, he thought. Just like mother's life.
It wasn't fair, you know. She was always so kind to them. The extreme opposite of father. She didn't deserve this... why not dad instead? Then his head became clouded with hatred again. Damn that man, he shouldn't have send her out under those conditions. Sure she was the perfect person for the job, but with a twisted arm and a wounded leg... that just wasn't right. Why did she even accept in the first place? Mother was always the gentle, calm soul within the family. Whenever she was around, everything seemed so simple and clear. She took the pain and stress away with just a glipse of her pressence.
She sure was something. Butterfly, they called her. As everyone within Twilight had a code name resembling something personal. Hers was named after the saying that individuals can make a huge difference just as a butterfly could redirect a hurricane. For she made a difference alright. She was a highly skilled negotiator and diplomat at heart. And whenever she came with an argument, it was like no body could find words around it. Almost like people were forced to see her reasoning; resolute with no way to deny.
"We'll miss you mom."
The Grand Kill
And there it is, slowly giving in to the fierce impact that came by the hilt. Not yet accepting the grand divide, though already noticing the shock that came afterwards. Analysing back there was no momentum. A velocity so literly breath taking, it merely had a begin and an ending, no in-between. Deciphered only as bilocation within this state of mind. Not a single trace, no warning, just nothing... only nothing... oblivion. And at that moment it started, just when the rhythmic contractions came to a halt. Oh and it could be felt alright. Yes it became clear all at once. Admission of all that was, is and the concession of would never be. Yet also the beginning of something so sweet. One clean, pure thought... the salvation one desperatly denies without a glimps of succes during excruciating pain.
Then came the anger. This could not be accepted. Enraged the thought that came to mind was: "This is not fair, why me!". But it quickly changed to bargaining. He'd be a better man from now on. All his mistakes, he'd set them all straight. But he was going to die, so what was the point? And with this came acceptance. No way back now, the road had been forced. The mind was already weakening, soon consciousness would be a thing of the past. The one question remaining was not "how?' or "why?"... no... that all had become irrelivent. The only thing yet to know was "Will I hit the ground before or after I stray from my path?". And the answer was given by staying away. A cruel yet well fitting end, the gift from a son to his father.
...
Tsumi pulled the Diato out of father's heart, blood followed in it's trail. But a little more or less wouldn't make a difference. The materialised shadow of his son had created spikes that transpierced even his bones. Eventually they had come out the other end of the body, mainly the chest. Of course this was a brief second after the blade made it's path. Though deathly on it's own, Tsumi made sure his dad wasn't walking away afterwards in every way possible.
Weapon:
Endorain:
A custom daito, etched with fine crimson letterings in cuneiform. Characterized by a complex hilt which is constructed to provide protection for the hand(s) wielding it. It's a pitch black blade with a few minor extra features. It's said that Endorain's material components have no origins in the mortal plane; unlike other weapons, it cannot be replicated. But then again, people often make assumptions about things they can't explane. Touching this gives a strange euforic feel that gives you a slight moral increase. This being a side effect from its original property. The weapon itself has it's own chakra source, strangely enough. The weapon matches its chakra's wavelenght to that of the user so that the user can easily use it like an extend of it's own body. Once the wielder is approved by the blade, that is.
To qualify as a daito the sword must have a blade longer than 2 shaku (approximately 24 inches or 60 centimeters) in a straight line. While there is a well defined lower-limit to the length of a daito, the upper limit is not well enforced.
Endorain is the shortest daito type possible. Designed obviously for speed, which matches Tsumi's fighting style.
First Name: Tsumi
Family Name: Kesenai
Code Name: Astral
Height: 193cm / 6 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 78 kg / 172 pounds
Age: 17
Elemental Prime Affinity: Lightning
Personality and Appearance scetch:
This boy under the name Tsumi appears innocent, however being anything but. He has the blood of thousands on his hand. Killed almost all the elders from his former village, including his very own father. Emotions are something he seems to lack, but this is but a façade that keeps any from reading the truth. You will not find hatred nor joy from his pressence. Even though it's definitely there, even when he smiles you won't be able to feel the emotion. Though it's just recent that he even began to smile. The reason is obviously, his selfmade home: New Twilight. And the girls... ah yes, girls. He loves their attention, even though he is still in denial... even towards himself sometimes. He's a little shut off, but not that much. He's had a rough past filled with bloodshed and betrayal, which made him a little more difficult to reach than the average person.
This kid’s dark blond hair is just long enough to cover his sparkling red eyes. At the back it almost reaches shoulder level. All done in style, it gives the impression he spends at least half an hour behind the mirror in the morning. He wears a silk kimono, long pants under which metal-enforced sandals. On his left he caries a family-made pitch black daito, sheathed in black between a crimson belt. His body shows little muscle though possessing great strength. The body doesn’t look like it, for it shows not a single scar, but it’s pretty well trained. Tsumi looks normal and doesn’t really draw attention, besides being tall.
The Kesenai Family:
Typically known for their immence array of weapon usaged. The Kensenai are experts on melee combat and get trained in the arts of weaponary from their 4th birthday. They got a trade of overdoing things and most are usually quite stubborn. They drive themselves and others to the extreme. It's their vast size of inner chakra that allows them to push their limits so well. But it's quite uncommon for a Kesenai to have more than 30% of their chakra capacity stored, it's simply not in their nature to do so.
Another common thing are tattoos. It's unheard of that a child, of the Kesenai family, hasn't got a tattoo at the age of 15. Each and every tattoo is specially designed for that child by the head council of the family. Making all tattoos unique.
New Twilight:
A newly formed village only a two years old. Founded by Tsumi Kesenai after brutally slaughtering most of the old "Hidden Twilight". Seeing as their leader, their hero and to most even their god, is but a 17 year old boy... it wouldn't come to a surprise that the entire ruling council that stands just below Tsumi is made up of 4 other kids. Hench the council of four. But these aren't normal kids, they act as if they have lived double their appearing amount of time, if not more. And their powers are enormous. These are the pillars on which the new village was founded. Loyal powerful individuals that each govern their assigned areas: Military, Advisor & Wingless, Internal, Diplomatic. A little lower rank is followed by Chao'ic, the Pinquin
. Assigned for Economics and Summoning Animal Relations. Which shows that New Twilight has aligned itself with the animal kingdoms. As each member signs a contract with a animal type early in life. Some like Tsumi can have multiple contracts signed.Seeing as Tsumi quite the adventurer, the village is basically run by the council and Tsumi is mostly their guardian to call upon when things get nasty. His sister Yue usually does his work, as a leader back home, for him.
Fractions of the Past:
Birth of Tsumi:
The wife of the third leader of Hidden Twilight brought forth a boy into the world. Sparks in his eye and a quite smile gave a comforting reassurance of some sort; A feeling this boy would greatly impact the future of their village and even the world someday. This boy was meant for something grand... call it intuition, call it a premonition of some sort, but they were right. Though the positive feel about it was perhaps a little... just a little... unjust.
It all started wonderful, Tsumi was a talented kid to say the least... gifted even. His learning-skills were remarkable, like a photographic memory. Though with holes like Swiss cheese; he only had a good memory to whichever drawed his interests. Things he wanted to remember though not truely, or merely indirectly, cared about, he'd forget. Even in minutes time occassionaly. It happened so much that it even started to irritate Tsumi himself... mainly himself. Later on Tsumi would find comfort in these "black holes", embrace them even. Realising any form of photografic memory is a curse, not a gift.
Tsumi also has a thing with tools. The usage of all kinds of tools, it's like he knew the use of every single one imaginary before he even laid hands on them or saw their purpose. He has an brilliant awareness in cause and effect linking for achieving a goal. The most general sense is perfectly anticipating any result.., which guides decision making in choosing appropriate actions. This creates a perfect conceptual schematic based on varying degrees of ambiguity about the knowledge that creates the contextualisation for the action. He clearly had the deck of cards to be called a prodigy.
Quickly other notable things became visable. One was discovered quite fast as his father forced him to train in the arts of the assassin the minute he was able to walk. And that wasn't a figure of speech, this was reality... his reality.
Tsumi's original elemental affinity is Lightning. But Hidden Twilight has known for random elemental affinities, so this is neither regular nor unusual. Electric shocks are something Tsumi gets joy from rather than a stun effect. But besides play in an open field with thunder roaring he never did much with his elemental affinity back then. He sometime enchanted himself or his weapons with the lightning he could wield... but that was as far as the party went. What interested him more was Shadow affinity. The ability to manipulate the dark... and eventually even the light. However, the part most notable was in which way Tsumi was able to shape his very own shadow, actually materializing it. Tsumi's prime abilities resolve around his so called "Twilight Skills".
Songs for the mother
"Lights go one and off... everything is so blurry. I've been having these weird feeling lately... like is more than a dream? It's just... I've always wondered why I have these vague memories in my head... and everytime I wake up, I know new ways to use my chakra. I just feel new use for it, as if it has always been there... as a part of me. The signs are out there, but the truth is so very eclipsed to me."
Tsumi stepped out of bed and went outside, into the night.
...
Standing in the rain, so no one could see him cry. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out then lit it. While inhaling the smoke entered the deepest parts of his lungs. Certain added herbs gave him a slightly more calming feeling than a normal smoke. Slowly he exhaled... and threw the pack away. From now on he'd never smoke cigarettes again.
Then a drop of rain came tumbling down on his cigarette. And another... and shortly after it was soaked. It's a shame it had to last so short, he thought. Just like mother's life.
It wasn't fair, you know. She was always so kind to them. The extreme opposite of father. She didn't deserve this... why not dad instead? Then his head became clouded with hatred again. Damn that man, he shouldn't have send her out under those conditions. Sure she was the perfect person for the job, but with a twisted arm and a wounded leg... that just wasn't right. Why did she even accept in the first place? Mother was always the gentle, calm soul within the family. Whenever she was around, everything seemed so simple and clear. She took the pain and stress away with just a glipse of her pressence.
She sure was something. Butterfly, they called her. As everyone within Twilight had a code name resembling something personal. Hers was named after the saying that individuals can make a huge difference just as a butterfly could redirect a hurricane. For she made a difference alright. She was a highly skilled negotiator and diplomat at heart. And whenever she came with an argument, it was like no body could find words around it. Almost like people were forced to see her reasoning; resolute with no way to deny.
"We'll miss you mom."
The Grand Kill
And there it is, slowly giving in to the fierce impact that came by the hilt. Not yet accepting the grand divide, though already noticing the shock that came afterwards. Analysing back there was no momentum. A velocity so literly breath taking, it merely had a begin and an ending, no in-between. Deciphered only as bilocation within this state of mind. Not a single trace, no warning, just nothing... only nothing... oblivion. And at that moment it started, just when the rhythmic contractions came to a halt. Oh and it could be felt alright. Yes it became clear all at once. Admission of all that was, is and the concession of would never be. Yet also the beginning of something so sweet. One clean, pure thought... the salvation one desperatly denies without a glimps of succes during excruciating pain.
Then came the anger. This could not be accepted. Enraged the thought that came to mind was: "This is not fair, why me!". But it quickly changed to bargaining. He'd be a better man from now on. All his mistakes, he'd set them all straight. But he was going to die, so what was the point? And with this came acceptance. No way back now, the road had been forced. The mind was already weakening, soon consciousness would be a thing of the past. The one question remaining was not "how?' or "why?"... no... that all had become irrelivent. The only thing yet to know was "Will I hit the ground before or after I stray from my path?". And the answer was given by staying away. A cruel yet well fitting end, the gift from a son to his father.
...
Tsumi pulled the Diato out of father's heart, blood followed in it's trail. But a little more or less wouldn't make a difference. The materialised shadow of his son had created spikes that transpierced even his bones. Eventually they had come out the other end of the body, mainly the chest. Of course this was a brief second after the blade made it's path. Though deathly on it's own, Tsumi made sure his dad wasn't walking away afterwards in every way possible.
Weapon:
Endorain:
A custom daito, etched with fine crimson letterings in cuneiform. Characterized by a complex hilt which is constructed to provide protection for the hand(s) wielding it. It's a pitch black blade with a few minor extra features. It's said that Endorain's material components have no origins in the mortal plane; unlike other weapons, it cannot be replicated. But then again, people often make assumptions about things they can't explane. Touching this gives a strange euforic feel that gives you a slight moral increase. This being a side effect from its original property. The weapon itself has it's own chakra source, strangely enough. The weapon matches its chakra's wavelenght to that of the user so that the user can easily use it like an extend of it's own body. Once the wielder is approved by the blade, that is.
To qualify as a daito the sword must have a blade longer than 2 shaku (approximately 24 inches or 60 centimeters) in a straight line. While there is a well defined lower-limit to the length of a daito, the upper limit is not well enforced.
Endorain is the shortest daito type possible. Designed obviously for speed, which matches Tsumi's fighting style.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.