Kishin
Name: Christoph Mauser
Age: 37
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship (Single, crushing, etc.): Single
Ethnicity (ex: British, Japanese, etc.): German
Family (If none leave blank):
Do you attend at the DMA?: No
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Likes: + Fire guns.
+ Architecture and Mechanics
+ Perfumes and Lotions
+ Coffee
+ Chaos, in many ways.
+ Books
Dislikes:
+ Silence
+ Monotony
+ Boredom
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Bio (Up to five sentences minimum):
It all began with Christoph's early days as a young man. Before he became the monster he is nowadays.
Christoph used to be a talented artist, but among everything he loved to sketch for architects and mechanics alike. There was no one that could understand dimensions, heights, depths more than Christoph, he was a genius born with that gift. There was little, close to nothing that could escape his eye. But he was indeed in love with sketch itself. The mechanics, the rules of architecture payed no interest in him at all. No. He lived to the joy of sketching and making other's creating come into life within his roughs.
Declining invitation to both careers, it wasn't much of a surprise his parents where disappointed in him. After all, Art isn't something that you could profit yourself nowadays. Or that was the current culture he faced at that time.
None the less he was decided to live his dream whatever the cost. But would soon regret that decision.
Days passed by, and soon, months, years. And while every other friend, and colleague he had, found the career of his life or more likely, a career to make profit in life. Christoph was still stuck within the sketches. But, as generations grew smarter, and capable; there was every time less and less need for the likes of him as students would learn to do it by themselves. Replacing him with their own sketches.
The price of his decisions dragged him away from the place he loved so much. Since no one would look up to him, and he was already to old for school. And even so, the careers were still not of his interest, but he wouldn't get into an art institute. Which would had been the best. Instead, he decided to give their parents a chance and go for those careers that rejected him just as much as he did.
Surprisingly, he was able to pass every test that involved sketching, since, it was his natural talent. But as for the rest, it was mediocre, while he understood the science behind every drawing. He wasn't as keen as to know why or how.
He was good with dimensions, that was true. But not with Materials and resistances which were some of the basic and important features for good sketches or effective designs.
He graduated a mediocre architect with no apparent future.
Taking part time jobs and trying to make a living out of something, he was driving away from his goals in life, his dreams and even the career he had just adopted. Sulking into mediocrity and conforming himself with what he could get. Leading into a deep depression he would not be able to overcome. With his parent's constant mocking of how things would have been better if he had taken the right choices at the right time, he sink deeper and deeper into it.
It was during the happy hours at bars, where he could escape the noisy and crappy life he had build himself, and look at those "commoners" that made their live out of their talents.
Jazz, piano bars. Drinks and courtesy. The bartender had showed him more comprehension than any colleague or familiar so far. The music filled the air with some magic, casting all the pressure of his life away.
And with each shot, he could feel himself drifting away into another reality. Where the poor where richer, where the mediocre was happier than those with successful lives.
It was then when a young gal took on the stage, as she improvised a cover Benny Clooney's Memories of you that Christoph was grasped away from reality itself.
During the song, the young woman could feel the young man's attention, which she greeted with a devious smile, not breaking her act at all. Exchanging views of each other, looks that dared to take each other's breath away. Christoph was just into her madly, as the aroma of cigar and alcohol was then filled with the aroma of her perfume. the blood on his chest warmed. Everything felt so right. Like nothing else mattered in this world.
For a brief instance, Christoph could see his younger self, cheering among the crew to the mysterious girl. That joy of youth he had once thought lost was back. Dying along with the short, but heart felt display of that woman.
A sudden kiss, blown into his direction shook Mauser's ground. Was she really greeting him? Perhaps she thought it was a funny gesture; but not for Christoph. The young man stood from his sit as he looked for her through the crowd just as the next act was taking off. Haunting the multitude, the woman moved like a ghost showing up and disappearing the second you took your eyes from her.
It took all skill from his eyes to picture her in ever corner of the room, and behind ever person she hid on. Chasing for a flirty little while. It was clear she was playing him all this time, and boy did he fell for it.
Soon, the act dropped off as she awaited on the other side of the room. Leaning against the exit door with that devious smile she held on the stage. A flirty gesture from her finger was enough to make Christoph follow her outside the bar into the halls.
When he got out into the alley he was greeted by the devious beauty he was seeking for. Leaning against a wall with a cigarette on her hand. She greeted her fan kindly, asking if she could have a light. Christoph held out quickly a lighter, as she leaned over to light her cigarette.
"Do you have a name?"
Asked Christoph wondering if he had not been to pushy to ask right away.
Taking a deep breath, the smoke would playfully caress her lips as she exhaled. Puzzled for a moment, the woman for the first time gave some air of fragility over her strong semblance. But would quickly drift that away with a less menacing smile. Apparently she was thinking wether or not to give her name away.
"Evangeline"
Christoph's guard was completely off for the following. That voice he had heard on stage was gone and now there was this cheery friendly one, with a french accent to it. At that time he was easily spotted by Evangeline who couldn't hold her laugh.
"Sometimes I love to sing with another voice. Deep tones are the ones that don't hurt my throat."
Said Evangeline, explaining that she was actually an imitator, she loved to mimic voices and happened to love Rose Mary's since it was so strong and sensual unlike her high pitched voice as she described herself.
Christoph didn't pay much mind to her voice. He was in love in the whole Evangeline. The way she could display was astonishing.
When she asked about him, he was reluctant at first but decided to go ahead and explain his talent. With no portfolio on hand he offered to take her to his place where he would show it. Which she strangely accepted without a second thought unlike the previous time.
Back home he was able to show his artistic talents to Evangeline which seemed excited on how detailed he was.
Things escalated quickly for Christoph after Evangeline asked him to made a portrait of her. One thing lead to another, and soon Christoph would find himself sealing the deal with Evangeline by the fireplace.
That restless night, something changed him. As if for that brief moment he had taken at that bar up to this moment was all he needed to open his eyes. Things became simpler, in fact it was infuriating how stupid he was back then for not understanding such trivial matters that would lead him to a greater success. But how? Could he blame it on that magical night?
Whatever that was it was also crushing his lungs, forcing him to gasp out of air and so he woke up.
His place was destroyed, in fact the whole block was devastated. It was hard to breathe, smoke covered all his surroundings. What in hell had just happened?
Running away from the devastated scene he looked for shelter without finding any. Forcing himself to leave and hunt, stole, do whatever was necessary to survive.
With every night that passed he became smarter, or more aware of his own condition. He began seeing things on such a larger scale that it appeared as his own imagination took life in front of him.
His soul wavelength became visible, malleable as well. Even taking physical forms. Everything was so natural to him that he actually spent months without eating. Just experimenting the extension of his newly acquired passion. He could sketch with his own soul.
He no longer needed clothing, he could create it herself. Weapons? Home? Everything was his to be created and destroyed at will. He was truly free. Or wasn't her? With that gift it also came a new hunger, one that no meat or vegetable could satisfy. He craved for lives, particularly souls without understating it at first. But as his swift career of homicides started he soon found the secret treasure a soul was.
Surely he was pursued by DWMA but not even them were prepared to face a problem of his nature. Being catalogued as a kishin egg, it was easy to send smaller groups against him. But with the ability to control the battlefield it wasn't hard for him to overcome his opponents without even facing them directly as most of them died to traps and deadly maces.
By the time they send some of their best forces it was already late.
He grew smarter, cunning, and immensely creative with this gift of his. He had resurged as a kishin.
Yet his deadliest asset was not his nature as a kishin but his also insatiable hunger for knowledge. Reading, learning, it only fed his creativity. No report on him could help the DMWA get their hands on him as his methods where constantly evolving and "erratically" changing. The only pattern on it was that he was in constant motion, trying new things. This new passion.
But not everything was lost for Christoph. As he met Evangeline various times. Shared some words. caught up with one another. But it always ended the same. She would play him. And then by the next morning, she was gone. What exactly was Evangeline? Whatever she truly was, it made him mad with curiosity, becoming his greatest passion.
As time passed by, he grew tired of scandalous strikes with DMWA and became more mature, conservative. Willing to take on this life and give it a second shot. While also continuing his pursue of Evangeline.
This led Christoph to form various friends along the way. One that made him an offer that he couldn't particularly refuse. Craving for knowledge he offered to explain this new life of his in exchange to join his clan in which he assured, they would explain the mysteries about his Kishin nature and Evangeline. And so, the deadly chaperone would set his quest seeking for the one who held all the answers. Kishin Atlas.
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Abilities/Powers: (Up to 8 )
+ Malleable Soul: Mauser's control over his own soul allows him to use it's figure to change it's shape and size to any of his liking. While this doesn't exactly increase his strength it provides him with anything he may need at the very moment. From a simple spoon to a panzer tank or even something ridiculously large as a cargo ship or a hercules plane. It is up to his imagination what he can or cannot create with this ability.
Take note that this is created by his own soul wavelength which he somehow is able to solidify into a visible state, meaning even normal people would be able to see the item he generates. But The illusion and properties are only maintained while being near Christoph. If the object gets too far from him it would dissipate and come back to him.
He's also known for using his own wavelength to create his own weapons.
+ Clay face:
Just as he can create objects with his soul, he is also able to generate some sort of second skin around him which he can mold to his liking to acquire the selected shape and appearance.
+ Empowered Soul: Madness's Cycle
Cristoph is able to jump his soul through 3 stages, each one stronger than the previous but it takes a while to set his course through each stage (7 posts each with the 7th awakening the stage) at the third stage he gain power equal to asura's early stages during his life as kishin for 7 posts.
After the 7th post, he is reseted and must wait 7 posts before he restarts the cycle.
Stage 1 Base
+7 posts
Stage 2 Bastion
+7 posts
Stage 3 Carrier
+7 posts of uncany power
Cool down
+7 posts
Stage 1 Base
+ Alluring Aroma:
This skill is rather psychological and doesn't trigger often, there are some scents in particular that he grew fond of. As such even in Stage 3, his very soul and presence would disappear or look like it. While under the effect of alluring aroma, tis reflexes and defenses are greatly increased while his strength and offensive powers are greatly reduced as well.
+ Vicious Fragrance:
Just as there's the alluring aroma, there is another that makes him loose control upon himself. Found in the depths of ecstasy, he leaves his manners and reputation aside to give in into the marvelous making him jump from cool down stage to stage 2 without any warning. His defense is decreased greatly, but his offense sky rockets to unhealthy levels.
Unlike a normal Cycle Vicious fragrance disturbs his usual mental state, thus making him open to mistakes more often.
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Personality: Dexterous, Cunning and Creative, not only does he offer transport and shelter but may give their men something to talk about and host parties and entertainment. On the other hand sometimes he likes to be by himself like a secluded monk in pursue of enlightenment.
Theme: Memories of You.
Made By: Nebbia d Argento
