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Ryuzaki Ichiko Takeda

Name: Ryuzaki "Ryu" Ichiko Takeda
Age: With all technicalities aside, he's seventeen.
Race: Immortal (he can still die/be destroyed)
Powers: Bio-Regen: His blood is not his own, but of an immortal's; it has blueprinted Ryu's body when it was first indoctrinated with the blood, and from that blueprint any injury can be healed over an hour, a day, it all depends on how severe the injury is. Ryu will be capable of regrowth, as long as a single drop of his blood exists. But if it is just that, a single drop, it will take two weeks for full growth to recur. (This happens because the immortal's blood has its own collective conscious.)
A Bane's Time: Day by day, the blood improves the insides of Ryu while keeping his appearance exactly the same. Mental stability and capability that lead to psychic capabilities (excluding mind reading) after half a year's time and mental resilience, as well as physical abilities such as strength, speed and endurance is gradually improved upon any other human's. This ability will grow stronger with every passing day unless he is "Re-Set" by being destroyed. Eventually, in half a year of survival, Ryu will develop the immortal's powers that will allow him to kill other immortals.
The Blood: The blood is the source of power for Ryu, his own blood; the immortal's, is a toxin for all others now and will burn through biological substances and metals if released. The blood is capable of manipulating Ryu's body, turning it into grotesque forms to survive; but this requires half a year of time for Ryu's body to develop in strength. Another way to aid the blood is that when it realizes that its "Re-Set" is upon it, then it will be capable of devouring organisms that contain blood, and converting it into its own for a quick regrowth; the organism, however, must be completely unresisting or powerless.
Additional Abilities: "Well, let's just say I'm one sneaky little b*****d! I've got a pretty epic nimble body, so my specialty is parkour. Not only do I pull that s**t off quite well, buuuuuuut I've also got light, quick fingers. Ever heard of the five finger discount? I've got a life worth's savings in that account! Because of my great and frakkin' awesome ability to get around and almost never get caught, I'm slightly richer than the average bum, and know more about the dirty lives of people than your average information broker. I have this nasty habit of knowing something about anything... and everyone. Oh, and I guess I have a knack for music, too."
Personality: Curious: "I am the very definition of that phrase, 'curiosity killed the cat'. I like to be informed on things, and when I hear a conversation about something I don't know, trust me, I will eavesdrop on it. If something rattles in the distance, you can be sure I'll go check it out. A bad trait, I know, but hey, knowledge is power, right?"
Cocky: "Eh, another bad trait of mine. I'm way too into myself to be honest and tend to think I can take on the world. Not my fault I'm super sexy! And due to my advanced skills in stealth and parkour, I stopped seeing everyone as a threat. Now, I see every person as just another obstacle to run circles around. This isn't really a good thing... mainly because I've had my a** handed to me a few times before when I got a little too cocky in a fight I couldn't win. Fist fights: not my thing."
Loud: "If I have an opinion, you can bet your sweet a** I'll go ahead and say it! I'm as blunt as blunt gets. Everyone is entitled to their own voice and opinion, I always say. If you don't like what I have to say, then cover your ears and suck it right up, buttercup! The only time I'm ever quiet is when I'm on a job, but other than that, good luck shutting me up."
Jealous: "Was this one of the reasons I became a thief? Yeah, I think so. I get possessive and jealous really easily. In fact, if someone has something I don't have, I flip s**t. I just have to have it! You know this feeling, right? This applies with women as well... Every time I look at a guy with his girlfriend, I always get angry for some reason. Almost as if I wished I had that..."
Disrespectful: "I really couldn't give two flying f***s about the next person, to be completely honest. I'm too awesome for other people anyways! You care about higher authority? Pfft, that's not a word or phrase in my vocabulary. I don't care if you're the queen of England, 'cause if you cut me in line while waiting to order my damn taco bell, I will drop kick your a** faster than you can swallow that bean burrito!"
Flirty: "Hehe, guilty~ Actually, I've always loved older women... Or at least women I can't have. For some reason, the women that are most out of reach turn me on the most. There's just something about the chase and the challenge that really makes my teeth grind out of anticipation. Well, whether or not you're older, I'd probably still hit on you. Any curvy body is welcome in my world. <3"
Likes: Busty women, flirting, getting on people's nerves just for shits and giggles, stealing, games, spicy foods, (secretly) cute things, adrenaline, and challenges
Dislikes: Shy girls (he secretly thinks they're cute!), graveyards, frilly pink things, small animals, bad music, and people who think they're sexier than he is (lol)
Bio: "Lives are a waste of time. Living and reliving, always stuck in some stupid vicious cycle created out of a mix of emotions: hatred, sadness, jealousy, lust, wrath. All of them, thrown together to form some sort of spell that could be carried into the souls of the dead and strapped onto some new earthly body. But why me... Why am I part of some dumb cycle?
It's because I loved her, that's why."
Ryu was born in a distant kingdom thousands of years ago. He grew up alongside its princess and lived in the castle as her playmate.
"Tch, love, what a stupid thing... It's a weakness, some people say, and I couldn't agree more. But... it's more than that, really. I used to feel so happy around her. Back then, she was my reason to live, my reason to wake up every goddamn morning."
So many joy-filled years passed, and then came one fateful day.
"At first, these strange dreams that kept recurring of her made absolutely no sense and I honestly thought I had been going insane (maybe too much blonde girl porn?). But they just kept coming. Every time I went to sleep in some alleyway, it was as if I was born into some new life, merrily spending every hour of the day playing around with just about the prettiest girl in the world. Not to mention the most annoying! She was always so happy... it pissed me off, but it seemed as though I got used to it. At first, I liked her, then, I loved her. I wish I could remember her name... Or if she even felt the same way about me.
After a while, it all started to make sense. These weren't just dreams... They were a past life of mine. Or at least, that's what I decided. They felt too real to be anything else."
He could see it now, a memory playing in his head. Hours had been spent over her bleeding body, crying profusely. He only sat there, staring into her blank, dead eyes. Even when the other servants of the house tried to coax him to move, he refused and screamed at them, telling them to leave him alone. This was where he would die, right next to her. He didn't eat, didn't sleep, and just didn't do anything. He just sat there, day and night, waiting for his own death. No one had moved her body; no one had even been able to get near her without having Ryu scream and kick them. The poor boy had gone completely insane, thrown off the edge by his loneliness. So finally, when his stomach ate itself and all of his organs collapsed and failed from fatigue, he fell at her side: dead.

"That's where the dreams ended."

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"Right, forgot to actually talk about myself. Sorry, I have a tendency to waver on topics... So yeah, like I said before, I live on the streets. I'm not a dirty old hobo like some, but a much more privileged thief. Parkour had always been my strong suit, so when my parents died in a house fire when I was seven, I had to rely on myself for food, money, and shelter. I sure as hell wasn't going to end up in some depressing foster home... so; I decided to become a thief! I take anything and everything I want. Decided to even start my own business as well! You want something, I can get it!

But... if I can find and steal anything... why can't I find her?"

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'Just volunteer, take a few shots and get paid!' Stupid fliers; they were meant to take in kids like Ryu; homeless and living on the streets. But Ryu, who had only received a few shots in his life, actually turned out to be a perfect candidate for these tests. One particular flier had caught his attention and read that an independent scientist was looking for a test subject. Ryu didn't feel the need to refuse or worry about it so he went.
He had been the only one there; the only volunteer. He could see that the scientist was ecstatic that he even got one though; that should have been his first clue. The building was kept sanitary, despite its location, and as the doctor led him through the door, he felt a p***k in his neck. That's where Ryu's memories ended.

He was out cold, his head resting against the shining tiles of the scientist's floor. A bit of his blood streamed from his mouth due to impact, however his body was lifted soon enough, strapped down onto a doctor's table. And for half a year, the scientist (position available) conducted his own experiment on the boy. Keeping him sedated in a coma-like state, this experiment of his was called the, "Human's Immortal". His theory was that he could actually create an immortal himself; no godly powers, no religious figures; he himself, his deranged-self wanted to do it.
The scientist, who was once a former alchemist that lived in the kingdom Ryu had many years ago, possessed a source of power in blood. Blood that he had taken from an immortal he had met in the kingdom who had taken an interest in his experiments and donated enough blood for this transfusion. The former alchemist had plugged in plenty of I.V. drips throughout major arteries in Ryu's body, and had begun to pump out the human blood from within him... At first, of course, Ryu didn't take well to the transfusion; his unconscious-self fidgeted and thrashed against the table, but the straps held him well. The alchemist had been prepared for this, to make a creature stronger than immortals themselves. He would have to make the subject go through such hardships in the immortal’s bane, however; he took a year to stabilize Ryu’s blood, a whole year just to have it settle down. By then, Ryu was legally dead, but the blood... Once settled, had become a virus; it took hold of Ryu's lifeless corpse and copied a blueprint of his body a week before his indoctrination. This blueprint was held in the virus' mind as it recreated Ryu from that time, however, memories could never be remade. He had lost those... Every last one of them, but there was always a chance for flashbacks, for his brain to twitch in a strange way to bring back remnants of a memory.
Once Ryu was stable, his body began to grow stronger. After he reached his blueprint stage, the blood continued to improve upon Ryu's condition, changing him from the inside.
This is where things went wrong for the alchemist. He began to realize that the drug he was administering Ryu to keep him down for so long was pooling onto the ground and spilling out. His blood was physically rejecting the intoxicant; it was improving his immune system. So he had to work fast. He force-fed Ryu a glass of the drug and grabbed a bag that he had been preparing during his experiment. He quickly scrawled down a note, and as he dragged Ryu off of the table, a strange man (the immortal who had volunteered his blood: position available) had helped lift the body as well. Together, they brought Ryu to a place that only certain people knew about. They reached YMHS, and as they loaded Ryu onto a bus that eventually reached the school, they gave him a bag to set up his new life, along with a note; waiting for the day that they can use him for his true purpose.
The note read:
'Hello, my dear son Ryu. You should still have the memories to speak, to write, and to read like any other man should have. For that, I am proud of this. I am proud of you. You will arrive in a strange place soon, an academy for those like yourself. There, you must live for quite some time. Make some friends, enemies if you prefer; just know that I will be there soon to guide you when you're ready. Just know, that you are meant for a greater purpose; a purpose that if I am right, may even surpass the gods. I will see you soon, my son. Please, enjoy your time at this school.'
-Your doting father, York
Extra: One of the items in the bag that the alchemist gave him was an iPod he stole and brought with him before the experiment began. He's usually seen listening to it when he's alone.
His setbacks/weaknesses are as follows:
Concussion Strikes: Despite his blood transfusion, he has a weak heart; for the heart doesn't recognize the blood that is not his own, so concussive strikes meant for reverberating an attack could easily stop his heart and send him down. (Martial Arts, jujitsu, and so on are effective in this manner.) Bullets and blades striking at his heart will cause the same effect, however his blood corrodes metal.
The "Re-Set": His body is on a gradual improvement record; if he is to lose his current body (or most of it) in destruction, he will be reborn from what is left, at a much lesser day or from day one depending on his injuries. If he is to take only mental damage to the brain, he won't lose any days, but he will grow unconscious for others to strike; or to leave him, for after he returns he will lose his memories from severe mental trauma.
Magic: Ryu's body is a physical being, however, its only magical capabilities come from psychic utilization after half a year's time; he is extremely susceptible to fire and freezing magic because he has little to no magic resistance.
A Chemist's Promise: Pests, weeds, the nuisances of life. They all have a chemical or some pesticide to kill them and Ryu is no different. His blood is different, and if a chemist were to retrieve some (glass does not corrode to his blood, nor does plastic); they could develop a chemical specially treated to destroy his own blood and body.
Range: Ryu has very few ranged attacks, and only when his psychic abilities are present; this leaves him extremely susceptible to ranged attacks of all sorts.
Also, the only way to save a person who has touched Ryu's blood is through any type of demonic healing spell, meaning some sort of demon has to use the spell. Antidotes won't work. It takes ten seconds for a victim to feel the burning sensation of his blood and five minutes for immediate death to occur.