APPEARANCE... Eye Color: Blue-Grey Skin Color: Pallor Body Type: Broad Shouldered; Muscular Hair Color: Black Height: 6', 183 cm Weight: 181 lbs, 85 kg
GENERAL... Name: Kou Yukina Birthday: October 27 Age: 27 Dorm: n/a Race/Species:Onryo Sex/Gender: Male Sexual Preference Females Grade Level: College Subject: u/c || Kendo Club Abilities: - xxx(Vexation) • The power to transfer his rage onto other living thing. xxx(Adversity) • Inflicting misfortune onto all who affiliate with him xxx(Dominion) • Above-average strength
"Yukina." "Yes, master." The young Samurai placed his fists on the ground and bowed his head to the floor, closing his eyes. The grey slate eyes of the aristocrats were placed upon him, observing the shogun's most favored Bushi. Kou kept his eyes focused on the floor as they talked among themselves, until he was asked to rise. Kou's eyes met the forehead of his master's, an old, bearded man surrounded by councilmen. He looked down at Yukina expectantly, as if his single presence were something that no other Samurai could presumably stand up to.
"The attempted Mongol invasions have come as no surprise to us. However, the daimyo grow stronger with each passing day." The man's eyes narrowed. "You will do whatever it takes to defend this shogunate," "Yes, master." Yukina's quick answer came with yet another brow. The men in front of them nodded swiftly, seemingly unperturbed by his master's request that could only mean one thing: betrayal to the capitol. "I wish to speak to my Bushi alone." The men in the room became silent, suddenly. "There is nothing you may refrain to share between us than your Samurai, Heizuke?" One nobles spoke up. Kou's Master crossed his arms. "It is in the best interest of my men." His words boomed through the space, but the everyone was not convinced. "Yukina." "Yes, master." "I want you to take the hearts of the capitol noblemen." Shock and disgust came across the faces of everyone. "Hesuke, you mustn't. If they were to know, you would be killed." "This is too far." "I will not allow this,"
The shogun remained quiet at everyone's disapproval. Yukina answered for him. "Yes, master." "You will kill all who stand in your way." Yukina bowed to him and got up, turning to the men in the room. They paled. "It is in the best interest you leave this room." Yukina said softly, flexing his fists. He did not wield his katana, but he was just as dangerous. "Heisuke, I will not take threats from a Bushi." A lord stood up in defiance. The people began to shout. "Heisuke! Have you become mad in your quest for power?" Yukina's master regarded them with hardened eyes. "I will do whatever it takes to rise. If that means treason, then so be it. Yukina!" Yukina took a step towards him, and this finalized it. The men turned on their heels, leaving the room in fear of the Samurai.
Yukina turned as well, and lowered himself to his master. Heisuke nodded to him. "Leave no man, no woman, no child unscathed. I want the Daimyo to know there is someone coming for his men. Bring me their heads, I want them strung together by their hair."
Yukina bowed and repeated his mantra. "Who will remain here to protect you?" He asked. Heisuke grunted. "I do not need protection. Your family has served our clan for 120 years. I bring their spirits with me on my journeys. Have faith in your master, Yukina. I will bring Japan peace in this time of war. You," The man smiled almost maliciously. "-will help me. Just as your family always have. There is none other most loyal."
"Yes, master." He was released and gathered his things, heading to Edo. It was there he did his dirty work. The night was filled with screams. He left no bureaucrat's home untouched. In each and every instance, he bathed the walls with their blood. Their heads were tied to his horse, and all those who witnessed the sight were said to regard him as Dodomeki, a 100 eyed demon who paraded the town.
As he left Edo on his steed, he was met with a pale woman in a white Kimono. She walked in front of his horse with no fear. Yukina drew his Katana. "Your work was very gruesome, Bushi. Why do you follow your warlord so blindly?"
Kou backed up slowly, attempting to kill the woman. However, she evaded his attack. "How disgusting. A fine samurai like you, but a slave to violence. Has your master ever asked your opinion? Put your elegance to any good use?" Yukina's grip on his katana tightened. He finally spoke. "My family has served his for years. We have helped shape his power. He has nothing but appreciation for our deeds." The woman laughed.
"Oh~? Is that what you think? Is his using you to try and overthrow the daimyo out of appreciation? What do you think will happen because of this?" Yukina's eyes narrowed. "His power will grow." The woman giggled. "Certainly. But at what cost?" With those words, she disappeared.
The experience perturbed him greatly. When he arrived at his shogun's home, he requested his presence. They met in secret; privately. "Why have you called this meeting to be so secretive, master?" Hesiuke looked at Yukina with an emotionless gaze "I want to protect you." Yukina believed him despite the words not meeting his eyes. It was this man who raised his family from poverty to honor. Who put the Kou name in the mouth of others. He owed nothing but debt and gratitude to this man. In everything Heisuke did, he called upon Yukina's help. There was never a time when Heisuke was more power than with Yukina. To both of them, that meant to very different things.
"Your work was immaculate, dodomeki." His master smiled proudly. Yukina bowed his head. "Master, might I ask you a question?" Heisuke was getting ready to leave. He became was surprised at Yukina's sudden curiosity. "Why have my ancestors only ever died in battle?" Heisuke looked at Yukina incredulously. "Why never of age?" The question implied that Yukina doubted Heisuke's protection. The woman had made him question everything. A hand was placed on Kou's shoulder. "Yukina. Your family has only ever served to protect me and empower me. They lived out their role until the day they died. They were very honorable. You should be proud of that."
"Are we but tools to you, master?" The shogun was preparing to leave again, and he looked back at Yukina, surprised. "I do not rear my tools. I use them when I need them, and dispose of them accordingly. You are much too precious to be a simple tool, Yukina. You are my friend, my companion. My power is your power. We are one in the same." Yukina looked at his lord proudly, faith restored. Another pat on the back was offered before he was sent off to bed, satisfactory in his reproach.
Late in the night, he was awoken by screams and the smell of smoke. Rising out of bed and grabbing his weapons. His katana, handed down from the family, his wakizashi, tanto, and finally, a second katana, the shogun's gift to him upon raising in power, hand forged by only the best. A sign of power, wealth, and status. Yukina stared at it as he holstered it, remembering the woman in the white kimono.
Upon sliding his door open, he was met with a crowd of warriors, all pointing their weapons at him. Immediately, the door was slammed shut and he stepped to the side, allowing for the intruders to slice through the shoji, temporarily blinding them, so Yukina could take their lives. His family katana sliced through 5 of them in one fell swoop. The warriors began crowding into the room and Yukina expertly evaded their attacks, taking the lives of many more. He cleared his area and stepped outside, warily wandering the grounds, noticing the shogunate's palace had been lit aflame.
Immediately, he thought to find his master. On his way to the yet-aflame room, an explosion sounded, blowing the house to smithereens. Yukina narrowly avoided the debris. When all had been cleared, he saw the shogun's most trusted adviser, Tomoka Yuuji, staring into the distance. He wielded a wakizashi. "Yuuji!" Yukina called, approaching him but keeping his katana. "Bushi! How dare you wield your katana towards me." "I apologize, however it is much too dangerous to be without weapon drawn." Without hesitation, the man lunged at Yukina with extreme force. Yukina avoided the strike, but not before being lightly wounded in the shoulder by it, cutting into his clothing.
"Yuuji! What is the meaning of this?" The sound of flames were flickering in the distance. "You were supposed to be killed by now," Tomoka ground out, striking him again. "The explosion was supposed to eliminate you," Yukina was speechless. "I don-" His words were cut off by a searing pain in his stomach. He looked down to see a katana wedged in his abdomen, behind him, his master. Yukina fell to the ground, seething with anger.
"Too bad, Yukina," His master mumbled, flicking the blood off of his katana onto his servant's face. "The daimyo accused me of treason. I had to blame it all on a ronin, you understand, don't you? I had to dispose of you in order to gain the daimyo's trust. You tried to kill me in an explosion, and here I am, showing true respect to the emperor by killing my very trusted warrior. You mustn't be angry - I will be sure to become more powerful because of it. "You- you lied to me," His master chuckled. "But of course."
Yukina's rage spiked and he drew his second Katana in an instant, deeply lacerating the warlord's shoulder. He howled in pain and struck Yukina across the chest, kicking him and grinding his foot into his abdominal wound. "How dare you strike your master!"
"You are no such thing," Yukina bit out angrily, drawing his wakizachi. His vision was blurry due to the shock of the wounds, but his vexation kept him going. Again, he attempted to strike, but fell to the ground in pain. His weapons were kicked out of his hands until all that was left was his tanto. The tanto was firmly gripped in his hands, but any motion he could've attempted was stopped by Yuuji behind him, the man cutting into his back. Yukina fell to the ground and Heisuke approached him to kick his face, but not before Yukina drove the tanto through his foot and into the ground, grinding it in there. As a final motion, the lord drove his katana into the back of Yukina's neck while screaming in pain.
All went black. It seemed like ages before he regained consciousness. He awoke in the middle of flames. Checking his surroundings, Yukina noticed he was clothed in a white kimono, wound-less, weaponless. A sakura tree towered above him, gorgeous, despite the environment. The blossoms in the flames remained unharmed. Sitting underneath it, was the woman in the white kimono. She was sipping at some tea. Yukina approached her with balled fists, trying to summon his reason so he would not get angry. She did not do this.
"It seems you have some unfinished business, Bushi." She looked at him smugly, grinning. In front of her was the katana his family had passed down generation from generation. He picked it up, examining it. "How many times has this happened?" Yukina wondered to himself, grinding his teeth. The woman laughed again and set her tea aside, running her hands through Yukina's hair. She embraced him, but Yukina did not respond. "Do you want to kill them?" She whispered softly, hearing his heartbeat accelerate. "Do you want to take everything they've ever cared about? Devour all they are?"
Not a single person escaped his wrath that night. He set the entire town aflame, slaughtered and devoured the souls and each and every person who valued that traitor. He found Tomoka Yuuji and sliced his skin off piece by piece until he begged to die in front of those he loved. No soul was left untouched. No soul went without being guzzled. He traveled to Edo and killed all of the Daimyo's men, bestowing a vengeful curse that would wrack the Daimyo until the day he died, showing him the image of his wife's dead first born. Heisuke Ryouhin was left for last. Yukina found him and killed his family in front of him. He took their heads and tied them together, binding his feet with their bloody locks. The katana was once again ground into his feet until his bones and skin were mush. The man's hands were put in similar condition, and his skin, too, was stripped from his meat until he was a mass of flesh and blood.
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APPEARANCE... Eye Color: Coal Black Skin Color: Pistachio Body Type: Flexible, Hourglass, Tall Hair Color: Black Bust: 45 Waist: 20 Hips: 35 Height: 5' 8", 173 cm Weight: 120 lbs, 54 kg
GENERAL... Name: Eja-Thesp Oeoefeke Nickname: E.T or Eja Birthday: August 7th Age: 27 (351) Dorm: n/a Race/Species: Martian Sex/Gender: Female Sexual Preference Males Grade Level: College - (to be approved) Marksmanship Subject: Marksmanship(to be approved) || u/c Abilities: - xxx(Flexibility) • Contortionist xxx(Reflexes) • Sharp, quick reactions xxx(Athletic) • Extremely well physically fit xxx(Strength) • Above-average strength xxx(Sharp-shooter) • Keen eye, perfect vision xxx(Telepathy) • Can read the minds of those who are vulnerable(i.e, scared, embarrassed, angry, sleepy)
BIO... Personality: Eja is an extremely cool-headed and calm person, who is very well rounded. She is able to keep her calm in even the most dire situations. Because she is slightly shy and reserved, many consider her slightly intimidating when she is spoken to. However, when someone gets to know E.T, she opens up to be a very kindhearted, gentle, and serene person. She is passionate about her job and what she does, and takes it very seriously. When Eja is serious, she can be very menacing because nothing will stop her when she has something she truly wants to achieve. E.T. is a stubborn woman, but one of her best qualities is that she rarely gives up on people. Her kindness and big heart knows no bounds, that is, until, you piss her off. Eja's blank, creepy stares when she is stern and serious are scary enough, but when she is irked, irritated, or even angry, she can be very frightening. Her sharp toothed, chilling smile and furrowed eyebrows are common sights when E.T is vexed. It is rare she gets cross with anyone, but when she does, it is a sight to behold as her personality turns dark. Ever since E.T was a child, she experienced death after death because of lack of education. Lack of knowing simple things that can have a giant impact on people's lives.
Likes: Logistics, Children, Rain, Nature, Music, Sweets, Interstellar Travel, Mathematics, and Science. Dislikes: Foul smelling things, Death and decay, Anything sour, Extremely hot weather, Rust, Discrimination, Excessive violence, Shouting.
History: (TL;DR: Eja-Thesp was found as an orphan after a long, complicated genocide of her people. She was taken in by bounty hunters of the same race as she, however they were born and bred as bounty hunters, only the originals taking steps on the original Mars. Eja was this exception. She trained under a group of four who found her. Being a mixture of original specie, E.T had superior abilities and became a wonderful marksman, despite going into training later than others. Eventually, word got out that she did not have a bloodline with the bounty hunters, and her group was sought out to be killed by the others. The original group of Eja's people were traitors to them, so they wanted her dead. Her group did not allow for this to happen. Instead, they took their lives with the rest and sent Eja off to forget her past and start anew. She is presumably the only one left, and wishes to let go of those experiences.)
"Let's go - there's nothing left for us here." A verdant skinned woman stepped on a body and kicked it out of her way, the sound of gushing and splattering flesh echoing in the empty cave town. Behind her was a crew of smiliarly colored people. A tall, broad shouldered man clutched a tiny, trembling girl who was covering her eyes. The rest of the gang attempted to console her. "Darling," The blood-footed woman cooed, approaching the child. She ran her bloody fingers along her cheek. Black wispy tears fell from the little girl's eyes. "Do you want to come with us?" Eja clutched helplessly at the ends of her dirtied nightdress, beginning to wail. She buried her head in the woman's chest and wept for the loss of her clan.
The barren, red-rocked wasteland howled at the dead occupants, claiming their bodies in storm. The bounty hunters left silently, boarding a ship set for the vast expanses of space. A muscular man scooped up the little girl and placed her in a cushy chair. The brute offered a kind smile. All the little girl could do was sniffle and wipe her tears. Behind him was a tall, lanky man, curvy woman, and short old woman. They all had guns holstered to their hips. Some on their back, some strapped to thighs or shoes. Eja stared at the hilt of a knife by the side of the man's gun and began to tremble. "We're not going to hurt you, little one," The woman from before spoke, ruffling Eja's hair.
"Remind me why we didn't kill this kid again?" The tall one asked while picking at his ears. The woman kicked his shin. He hissed at her. It was then the eldest woman entered the room. "Little girl," She started, clearing her spindly throat. "What is your name?"
"E-Eja. Eja-Thesp." She spoke with an accent. The bulky man laughed. "She speaks like a Ynnthra," His chest bellowed when he chuckled. Eja simply looked confused and scared. The old woman clicked her teeth and shook her head. "You don't even know who those people are, do you?" The old lady's small voice was hoarse. It seemed as if she experienced difficulty speaking. Eja shook her head. It was the tall man's turn to speak, now. "Maybe the kid's just dumb." He hissed again at a kick to the shin. "Sarkoja! Cut that s**t." "As soon as you stop being an idiot." He growled at her response.
"Eja-Thesp, we are bounty hunters. Are you familiar with what we do and who we are?" She shook her head. The old woman smiled. "My name is Pimalia. The tall woman to the side of you is Sarkoja. The large older man to your left is Talu, and the other one is Zad. We're very pleased to meet you." Eja nodded slowly and sniffled, wiping her inky eyes. Sarkoja produced a handkerchief and offered it to the small girl. She gladly accepted and began wiping her face. "Are you afraid of us, child?" The aged man asked. Eja didn't respond immediately. She looked down at her feet with trembling lips. "No," She said softly. The curvy martian spoke up, steel eyes on their guest. "Then why do you tremble, girl?" Black eyes meet the hardened ones of the woman. "Because I'm never going to see my family again," She said softly, sniffling. Talu pat her head.
"It's okay, E.T. We're all orphans here."
The crew smiled at her nickname. But she just cried.
It was the Martian genocide of Tumug'lach. The queen had declared war on their sister family due to a conflict of heir. The king assassinated his wife in the name of the Ynnthra clan, a people composed of pale-faced green creatures with raven black eyes. The majority population were the Tumu-qu'er, similar in body and skin, but very different in speech and gaze. They started the revolution, claiming those of the Ynnthra hostile, claiming they were of tainted blood and needed to be eliminated. The revolution had begun, and there was no turning back. More so than any other race, the Tumu-qu'er were creatures of battle and strength. Their previous Ynnthra comrades were scholars and artisans. Together, they made a formidable force. Apart, they raised hell.
The remaining Ynnthra rose with new weapons designed to out-do any barbaric action of the Tumu-qu'er. But what the Tumu-qu'er lacked in brains, they made up for in battle aptitude. No one knew war terrain like them. The new technology paled in comparison to their strategic prowess. At the height of this new faction were the Bounty Hunters. Known as the Strettas, or "Reaping people." Honorable fighters from each family who dedicated their lives to their work of travel and seeking. But to the common-folk of Mars, they were brute killers. If the Strettas wanted your head, there was nothing to keep them from finding you. Time passed, war raged on. And throughout the bounty hunters' exile, they began disappearing. War-lords eliminated Strettas people of the opposite faction. Peasants refused to serve them out of fear. There was no place for the killers until there came a tipping point.
The new dictator of the Tumu-qu'er ordered every single Ynnthra beheaded and killed when seen. He ordered their eyes plucked and delivered to his castle. The age of the bounty hunters rose once more, and the clan was nearly wiped out - save for the ones in hiding. The careful few who wished to live in peace. Those who bred the new race, Wix'ahr, a mix between the Tumu-qu'er and Ynnthra. Indecipherable from their Ynnthra brethren, save for their unique athletic bone structure and savaging war teeth. The dictator offered all of his fortune to the person or group of hunters who could exterminate the scum. But they were a master race. Athletic, intelligent, and keen. They had everything both races wanted and more. They were superior, and the Wix'ahr Strettas were born. Assassins of the night, feared and envied by all. They were the elite of the elite. But the common folk of the Wix'ahr, those who were not part of this group, diminished. The Wix'ahr Strettas, with their eyes set of vengeance, forgot about their clan, and left them in the dust. The common folk turned on their kin. They became Tumu-qu'er radicalists who gouged their eyes and pledged allegiance to the Tumu-qu'er dictator in order to kill the rebels. An entire nation's anger against a group of elite people who knew they were out-matched. They went into the shadows, but the powerful remained.
One by one, the lost, betrayed clan slaughtered their kin, their families. In quiet, the Tumu-qu'er radicalists were the first to fall. Then came the Ynnthra, until all that was left were the Wix'arh in hiding. And even they weren't safe. For when the Wix'ahr Strettas were being massacred fighting for their people, their kin offered no help. Their kin watched them die to the hands of the people they hated most, because they were cowards.
Through hate and pillaging, constant killing and wars, the planet became barren of life. Cities collapsed into the dust, bathed in blood. And all that was left were the bounty hunters.
"Eja-Thesp, I need you to listen to me." Pimalia winced and clutched at her side, staring at E.T endearingly. She'd become a fine woman. Curvaceous and beautiful, powerful and feared. The bounty hunters were all that were left of the Martians. Only the highly trained Wix'ahr Strettas. E.T was the last Wix'ahr Strettas to come from Mars. All the others were kin of the original bounty hunters.
"The rest of the Wix'ahr Strettas, do you know what happened to them shortly after we recruited you?" Eja shook her head, suddenly feeling tears dot her eyes. Gunshots and screams were echoing all throughout the ship. "We had to kill them," Pimalia whispered, coughing up blood. "They were coming for you. They were coming for us, they thought we were traitors. You need to go someplace safe. You need to leave this place, this bloodshed." "I won't. I won't leave." "Then you will die." "I would rather die than live out my life as a coward." Pimalia's eyes became filled with tears. "Heed my words, Eja. You are the last kin. They won't just kill you. They'll do everything they can to exploit you. They know that you are not one of us. They know you are not of bounty hunter kin. They think you a traitor," E.T closed her eyes and shook her head. "Where do I go? I have no place to go," Her tears dripped onto Pimalia's face. "Find Mother Earth. There are other specie there. There are people you can befriend. You can be anew. You don't have to be a Wix'ahr there. You can be Eja-Thesp. Only you. No one has to know of your past." "But what about the bounty hunters?" Pimalia embraced her. "Darling, our time of hateful killing has come to pass. They will find you here, or they will die in their journey. Zad and Talu have planted bombs. Here, Sarkoja wanted you to have these. I want you to have my knife." E.T's tears would not stop flowing, now. "Zad and Talu have given me their dog tags to give to you, so you can remember us. We want you to be happy, get away from all this violence. You don't have to live in fear anyone. None of us expected this to happen so soon...But we hunters have always been fueled by vengeance, what little of us are left." Pimalia wiped E.T's tears away and laughed weakly as the younger woman trembled against her. "Why do you tremble, child?" "I can't stand to leave my family once more," She whispered before being pushed away with her things. "We are always with you. In our teachings. In our words."
A shuttle was dispatched and Eja was the only member, catching a one-way ticket to her new life. When she arrived on Earth, she sought out an underground communion of alien specie and other races, strange and outcasted. She told them she was a simple Martian visiting. They didn't know of the adversity. She never left. E.T grew with the people of Earth, showed them her ways of learning, her abilities. She grew special to the few who knew her, but the agelessness of her specie surpassed what she knew of Earth's people. They died time and time again. Eja watched them go, with few specie staying behind to continue on with her.
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Hey, so everything about her looks fine to me, minus the race, since I belive Exhale is going for a more fantasy themed races then Sci-fi themed races which Alien's kinda fall into, though I am going to say this should be more of a Captian approval then a crew one purely cause I don't want to say no or yes while Exhale is away and find out that she is not okay with Aliens (I mean if you are looking for a quicker approval changing the race would help) I am going to Quote Exhale for this one, it might take a while for her to get back to you on this since she is very busy at the moment, but I don't want someone rejecting or accepting without her say (Since this might change the overall theme of the rp to lean more into a sci-fi range) I hope you understand, and just so you know I think she is fantastic (and the lore you wrote is great too =v=b) its just easier for Exhale to say yes or no to Aliens then us trying to guess what she wants, I hope you can wait for her approval.
Exhale Fail
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:32 am
Of coursee! I'm okay with waiting for her approval, it would actually give me some time to think over what the hell I'd do with her if "Alien" isn't actually okay. Hm. Maybe she could be human experiment, made to be like a frog/amphibian creature. > u < Thanks a bunch. c:
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