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Shiriki Keme | The Walker

Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 12:37 pm

▅▅Shiriki Keme▅▅

╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:

◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:

◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Shiriki Keme
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs):
The Desert Walker
◆ Aɢᴇ:
25
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
male
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:
11/1
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
America, Roaming tribe of Native Americans

╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:

◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:

Various tattoos from his tribe.

◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss:

Social situations
Endlessly hungry

◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs:

Objective based think
Athletic and a natural and a trained combatant.
Amazing hunter and tracker, can pin point shots and smells with relative ease, he has an amazing awareness of his surroundings

◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
6'7
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
170
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ:
Lean/Lithe, but a slight muscular
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:
Native American
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:
Blonde mixed with dark brown/black
◆ Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ:
Green / Yellow
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
Asexual
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs:
Single
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs:
✓ Hunting
✓ Learning about animal Auras
✓ Being left alone

◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
✗ Loud disruptive noise and people
✗ Long conversations
✗ Being expected to respond

╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:

◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: Ritually Activated Magic Aura

◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::

!Secret!

The Walker | The Walker is a creature born of rituals and taboos, hailing from his Shiriki's culture it seems to be the source of both Yee Naaldooshi and Wendigo legends of a shapeshifting monster born from a human indulging in the taboos of gluttony, lust, and wrath.

The Walker has has many bestial forms, brought about being able to "meld with animal pelts" and take over their forms. However these forms pale in comparison to the ability that comes from showing their now true forms, they are generally resistant to cold and the elements. Ash, silver, and pure holy attacks and often show signs of success against them

Key Features of The Walker

Certain abilities are conditional and are locked behind certain walls.

* - Hunger | Hunger is a sort of frenzy state that he goes through, normally isn't activated, but it's effects last 6 Post and cools down in 7 to 8
+ - Normal | Magical Augments

+ Enhanced Hunter | Alo...he main stay of gluttony within The Walker. It feasts on anything it can get it's hands on, normally it's meat. Usually human or raw. Howeve once in the Hunger State he is able to feat on matter all around him, improving his strength and sanity/rationality

* Fear Feasting and Fear Mind Games | The greatest asset to The Walker is the ability to incite fear and manipulate it. They can impose fear and they can use it to their advantage in various ways. One is to communicate to those who fear it while in a Hunger State to those who fear to incite more fear. More so its the ability to teleport to their prey while they still fear it is their greatest asset

+ Aura Pelt Wearing | In the legend that speaks of The Walkers, they said that they can wear pelts of animal and shapeshift into the creatures they skinned it from. Animal Auras are seemingly no different different to this effect as they too can be effected by this--only when they are skinned.
It takes only the base animal form.

Hunger Form | Become a large creature, with a deep set black and green color scheme that doubles his physical abilities. It is harder to physically hit him.
Looks like

◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ::

◆ Pᴇᴛ: He seemingly has an entire pack of a strange Dire wolves, that seeming are larger than life. They seem to be at his beck an call. He has gotten away with the owning of these animals is that he suggests it helps protect for the school from outside predators and scavengers

◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s):
A Hatch, Bow and Arrow, and various other hunting tools
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s)::
No one ever should touch his pelts. Ever.

╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:

◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Stoic in his actions and shows a objective based thought. He's subtly manipulative and doesn't often seem human in that he barely shows connectivity and comradeship with others. Rather emotionless and sterile, he understand human emotion in a way that is on a different perception. He lacks empathy and feigns sympathy when need be.

◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ:

This story will be told through the words of Shiriki himself

..We traveled from the horn of the eastern bend. They called it Maine now. I don't claim to know what my elders called it, nor do I share the same sentiment that they have with the area.

We're nomadic....We were nomadic. It nearly always been that way--the invaders never really bothered us as we never met them once they conquered the land. We had nothing to worry about, we always moved. No commitment, well that's what they elders passed down to me. . We had no Trail of Tears, but we were often run out of town for our actions, actions that seemed strange and unusual to the invaders Even the other tribes hated our mere existence due to our blatant disrespect for the spirits.

We were never the devout people in the way that people thought. It was irrelevant to our people for time immemorial. Our people were not the most friendly, it was disgusting existence we were brought into this world in. Anomalies to the world of aura. We were abominations.

Our clan had followed our religious practices for as long as the first animals roamed the land.....

When I was born into the world we had less than 30 members left. Our original numbers measured in the hundreds. Hubris, massacres, or whatever happened to the old ones--it killed us. It tore our number to shreds and damned us to go into practices even horrid for us.

I was 15 when my father called on me. He showed me the world I never knew. Auras. The spirits that gave them strength seemingly abandon us. However in our exile from the beings that were held high above us--just like the invaders..We found strength

We grew knowledgeable. We found strength. We found substance.

I was to go on a rite of passage with my father and the men of my tribe. Little did I know what it really meant. We spent months out in the wilderness--forbidden to eat anything. Drink nothing. And only practice the knowledge bestowed upon us by our exiled ancestors. We heard the language of the mind, fear. We listened to it. We bathed in it. We were nourished, but driven to ferocious hunger by it.
Ecstasy and bliss. We finished our rite, but we had to hunt to end it. We were new beings. Greater than the ones before. And we came upon the surviving villages nearby. Our own tribe along with many others. We feasted for days.

I saw peeling of mother's skin as I tore it from her tendons on her face. She looked so proud of me that day. She cried in celebration. That miraculous day, nothing I had felt before or will ever feel again will ever compare.

Not before long I had grown even a more ravenous appetite than my father or those who survive the Hunt. He had told we had ascended to become Walkers. Creatures of immense magical power, nature's wrath personified. If we skinned the animals we could see through their eyes and hunt their intruders as we wish to hunt ours.

We took a small town in the horn of Maine. It was invigorating. And entire town for the slaughter. We rode into town that day with surety that our dread enemies would never invade our home again...However I still had hunger. A thirst. So I hunted down even my father, the chieftain, the others will they still had their form.

That day I earned another cannibal status. I had become The Last Walker. I noticed when we came into the town a young girl shift between forms. I hunted her for days. Appearing in her windows watching her and following her around after she moved from asylum to asylum. Suddenly I notice that she had no pelt to make her shift.....It was the Aura.

Her aura allowed her to shift. I skinned her. And wore her skin a trophy. It melded well, it was almost the same sensation as the other hunts. However it faded to quickly for my taste.

I needed to find more....but where......?
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s):
❥ --
❥
❥

✖ Any Animal Aura -Secret-
✖ Anyone who stands in his way
✖

◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s):

To Hunt forever

To gather all the pelt of Animal Auras and feel the same invigorating moment he had in the beginning of his childhood

◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s):
Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title
Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Song Title
(Can add more, if you wish)

◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: