Kishin
Name: N
Age: Doesn't really know.
Sexuality: ...
Relationship: ...
Ethnicity: Seems a bit devoid.
Do you attend at the DMA: Well... At least hoping to.
Likes:
+ Rice
+ Dark spots
+ Quiet spots
+ Somewhere sunny but shady
+ Nice people
Dislikes:
+ A recently re-learned element of life, death.
+ Bright lights.
+ Annoying people.
+ Mean people.
+ Soy sauce.
Bio: This specific individual is a Kishin, well, was, but certainly still is. This person, rather, being, is a kishin who locked himself in a cave long ago, reasons of which, lie forgotten. All that is really known is that this specific kishin locked himself away and subjected himself to think. He sat in the black of the empty cavern and let his mind calm the insanity within. Mister no-name let himself become a sane incarnation of insanity. His wavelength is pitch-black, but calm, like settled tar.
Regardless, No-name continued to sit in his little enclosure until one day a little boy walked up and knocked on his rock door. Popping out, he realized that a shrine had been built around his hidey hole and a village had been growing in front of his home for a while now. Apparently, they had built a little legend behind him, of how he locked himself away and how his shadows brought vitality to the lands nearby. Sure, plenty of people had knocked on his rock plenty of times, but for some reason, this was the knock that had woken him.
Getting used to the village was odd. People respected him, but kept away from him, as anyone who stood close got a chill down their spine. The one person who didn't really care was the boy who had knocked on his rock. Even what with the constantly swirling shadows at his feet and the cold breeze that followed him, even inside closed buildings, the boy had clung to him like he was his big brother.The kids were a bit curious, the others, and then eventually they clung to him like glue as well. It was definitely a bit odd.
Finally, when the day was over, all the kids went home, even the little boy. At the time, he associated the hole he had as his home. He honestly wanted to explore the village more, but it seemed that it was only polite to go home for the evening. The rule didn't really apply to him, he just sort of assumed.
He locked himself back away in his hole, and continued contemplating. Deep into the evening, though, another knock was felt on his stone door. No-name rose, as expected, and when he opened the door, it was not the little boy this time. It was the little boy's body. The shrine to him, destroyed. The village, on fire. The boy, with little life shaking through him, just enough life a rattle his final words out, spoke to him of who did this. A kishin. It was a term he didn't really understand, even though he was one. He didn't really know he was one. The little boy told him that the DWMA took care of the kishins, but somehow, this one got them. He was confused, so terribly confused. No-name just held onto him until he went quiet. He waited until the fires stopped.
Moving on, after he had buried everyone's bodies, he found a tourist station, where he'd gotten a map. It seemed that he was residing in a small, un-mapped village in Japan. He didn't know how he got out there, or why, but it didn't really matter at this point. No-name was heading to the DWMA. To find revenge.
Spells/Powers:
+ Abyssal Presence: No-name has a shadowy air to him following at all times. Time doesn't move, heat nor cold is felt. Literally, every passive force within a meter of him dissipates, any wavelength connections end, no powers, it all goes quiet. It makes it damn near impossible for anyone to partner with him.
+ Shadow Control: No-name can control and move through shadow. Shadow that exists, he controls, being able to grab and strike with it and he can work teleportation by going through them. Can make movements through any shadows that exist in the area.
+ Bladed Hands: He is capable partial weaponization. He is able to make his hands into blades or claws.
+ Tranquil Black: Madness skirts over him harmlessly, he is incapable of experiencing panic, and people within his meter radius experience nothing as well. He is able to help people calm who are suffering from madness, but only if they let him.
+ Kishin form: He is naturally this form when he is in shadow, his abilities are doubled along with his speed and strength, which are naturally by them selves powerful. He also becomes unbounded by gravity. N cannot hide in his own shadow, but he can teleport through it and when he does he is able to shift into his original form if only for a small time frame.
+ Kouzai: Alternate to his tranquil black, A electric blue shield can be made that is anti-madness, and heals those who are behind it for a short time.
+[to be learned]
Personality: He is quiet, very quiet. Doesn't speak unless spoken to. Curious, since he is discovering the world again, he pokes at things and people frequently. He is perfectly emotionless, doesn't get visibly affected by things around him, but he does make rational decisions that would seem to be driven by emotion. But when asked about what he does, he merely states that it would seem best.
Theme: Soon to be announced.
Made By: -- Domino The Damned --
Name: N
Age: Doesn't really know.
Sexuality: ...
Relationship: ...
Ethnicity: Seems a bit devoid.
Do you attend at the DMA: Well... At least hoping to.
Likes:
+ Rice
+ Dark spots
+ Quiet spots
+ Somewhere sunny but shady
+ Nice people
Dislikes:
+ A recently re-learned element of life, death.
+ Bright lights.
+ Annoying people.
+ Mean people.
+ Soy sauce.
Bio: This specific individual is a Kishin, well, was, but certainly still is. This person, rather, being, is a kishin who locked himself in a cave long ago, reasons of which, lie forgotten. All that is really known is that this specific kishin locked himself away and subjected himself to think. He sat in the black of the empty cavern and let his mind calm the insanity within. Mister no-name let himself become a sane incarnation of insanity. His wavelength is pitch-black, but calm, like settled tar.
Regardless, No-name continued to sit in his little enclosure until one day a little boy walked up and knocked on his rock door. Popping out, he realized that a shrine had been built around his hidey hole and a village had been growing in front of his home for a while now. Apparently, they had built a little legend behind him, of how he locked himself away and how his shadows brought vitality to the lands nearby. Sure, plenty of people had knocked on his rock plenty of times, but for some reason, this was the knock that had woken him.
Getting used to the village was odd. People respected him, but kept away from him, as anyone who stood close got a chill down their spine. The one person who didn't really care was the boy who had knocked on his rock. Even what with the constantly swirling shadows at his feet and the cold breeze that followed him, even inside closed buildings, the boy had clung to him like he was his big brother.The kids were a bit curious, the others, and then eventually they clung to him like glue as well. It was definitely a bit odd.
Finally, when the day was over, all the kids went home, even the little boy. At the time, he associated the hole he had as his home. He honestly wanted to explore the village more, but it seemed that it was only polite to go home for the evening. The rule didn't really apply to him, he just sort of assumed.
He locked himself back away in his hole, and continued contemplating. Deep into the evening, though, another knock was felt on his stone door. No-name rose, as expected, and when he opened the door, it was not the little boy this time. It was the little boy's body. The shrine to him, destroyed. The village, on fire. The boy, with little life shaking through him, just enough life a rattle his final words out, spoke to him of who did this. A kishin. It was a term he didn't really understand, even though he was one. He didn't really know he was one. The little boy told him that the DWMA took care of the kishins, but somehow, this one got them. He was confused, so terribly confused. No-name just held onto him until he went quiet. He waited until the fires stopped.
Moving on, after he had buried everyone's bodies, he found a tourist station, where he'd gotten a map. It seemed that he was residing in a small, un-mapped village in Japan. He didn't know how he got out there, or why, but it didn't really matter at this point. No-name was heading to the DWMA. To find revenge.
Spells/Powers:
+ Abyssal Presence: No-name has a shadowy air to him following at all times. Time doesn't move, heat nor cold is felt. Literally, every passive force within a meter of him dissipates, any wavelength connections end, no powers, it all goes quiet. It makes it damn near impossible for anyone to partner with him.
+ Shadow Control: No-name can control and move through shadow. Shadow that exists, he controls, being able to grab and strike with it and he can work teleportation by going through them. Can make movements through any shadows that exist in the area.
+ Bladed Hands: He is capable partial weaponization. He is able to make his hands into blades or claws.
+ Tranquil Black: Madness skirts over him harmlessly, he is incapable of experiencing panic, and people within his meter radius experience nothing as well. He is able to help people calm who are suffering from madness, but only if they let him.
+ Kishin form: He is naturally this form when he is in shadow, his abilities are doubled along with his speed and strength, which are naturally by them selves powerful. He also becomes unbounded by gravity. N cannot hide in his own shadow, but he can teleport through it and when he does he is able to shift into his original form if only for a small time frame.
+ Kouzai: Alternate to his tranquil black, A electric blue shield can be made that is anti-madness, and heals those who are behind it for a short time.
+[to be learned]
Personality: He is quiet, very quiet. Doesn't speak unless spoken to. Curious, since he is discovering the world again, he pokes at things and people frequently. He is perfectly emotionless, doesn't get visibly affected by things around him, but he does make rational decisions that would seem to be driven by emotion. But when asked about what he does, he merely states that it would seem best.
Theme: Soon to be announced.
Made By: -- Domino The Damned --
