Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2021 2:10:20 GMT
Han
”Do whatever you want.”
Profile:
Character Name: Han
Nicknames: Blueberry boy
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Hybrid (Half-Elfen (Light) Dominant/Half-Demon)
Age: Twenty
Birthdate: January 09th, Age 1270
Personality:
Likes: Eating sweets, like... lots of sweets! He loves rain; it makes him calmer. He doesn't actually like it at all when it's sunny, it just makes kind of bored or wanting to go to bed earlier. Salad? Absolutely disgusting. Fruit? Hell yeah. He loves peaches! The juicy kind are his favorite. He loves electronics too! He easily spends a lot of time surfing the net without even realizing it.
He thinks he would love to get acquainted with people, make more friends but doesn’t really know where to begin.
Dislikes: Training; he hates it. Despite the fact that he absolutely enjoys hard work when it's rewarded, actual training with very little to no difference to him just feels boring and a waste of time. He also thinks so because he’s never had a real instructor.
Han doesn't like acid people; he believes they're just nuisances!
Actually Han hardly likes people at all right now, he’s only had one significant person and he lost her by this point in history.
Strengths:
Stubborn, easygoing, strong-minded, ignorant of human fears whilst living on a human world (doesn’t mean he can’t feel fear… he just needs somebody strong or menacing enough to make him feel it). Full of want for affection and friends on the inside, and full of excitement in the brain, Can be creative, when he needs to.
Weaknesses:
Actually very lonely, on a slight wave of sadness in his head that comes off as a voice in his brain asking ‘are you okay?’ — or weird, deep questions about life before he just throws them away but still! He is very confused, doesn’t know what to do; he wants a goal but falls short everytime he seems to pick an interest into something. But hey enough depression; he also has a hard time controlling himself, too much excitement and sugar— that makes him both unpredictable and a danger.
Vices: Eating and unable of being discreet, tends to easily try and pray into others’ business.
Han is hard to read most of the time; he’ll either look like he doesn’t have a care in the world or is actually thinking through something very intensely; but in most cases, he is not! He is actually a very nostalgic guy, he’ll probably just be on ‘playback’ mode, for him to think about nice old things!
It’s how he likes to spend most of the time he is not using to talk with strangers around him. He is not shy by any means; he just isn’t sure how he should pick up anybody’s interest, so he tends to spout some random [CENSORED] about how they look or their strength if the other displays something that doesn’t even impress him.
He thinks of himself as great and all; not seriously but he has self-confidence. He’s nice. He can probably get along with you unless you’re annoying him on purpose!
Appearance:
Height: 6”5’
Weight: 120lbs.
Hair Color: Blue.
Eye Color: Golden iris, black orb.
Face Claim Name: Jin Mori (as Dan Mori form)
Face Claim Origin: God of High School
He doesn’t look very young but he does sort of preserve his age quite well; his hair bangs are very sloppy and can’t stand anyhow but down his head. They’re an azure blue, whilst his eyes display two different colors: black and golden. His physique is toned, although he doesn’t look like much, his shape is actually quite impressive for a young man of his age.
Han doesn’t have any typical traits of him except for a scar up his forehead he tends to easily cover with his hair, it seems to be very old and seasoned; probably from when he was younger.
His choice in attire is quite simple; it doesn’t really go off from the Earthling style. At least in that he seems to be fitting with many different colors across the blue jeans, blood red, black, white and bright yellow! He loves accessories of any kind such as headbands or wristbands. He also likes sporting jet black electronic devices when he’s out for whatever reasons.
The man also tends to put on as little clothing as possible while asleep. Han actually strips half-naked in the night, showing off nothing more than typical manhood wear in dark colored shades.
History:
Family: Unknown Elfen Father and Demon Mother (Deceased), Adopted Human Sister Yayin (Deceased), Unknown Saiyan Ancestors (Deceased)
Homeworld: Earth
Starting Planet: Earth
Home Town: Southern Islands
Blood was water.
That was all he could remember. Han hadn’t been born or raised in a family, to him it was all as if a dream just began and never ended. His life perhaps not so tragic, however, but rather pointless. Having been born to parents that never took care of their child for they were murdered at an unknown point in time, leaving the child to the mercy of those who would find him.
Yet no one ever did.
The unnamed child was abandoned and yet it survived. Unlike the delightful tales of a book where the kid would have been picked up and raised by some kind of elder that would somehow possess a dojo; the blue-haired child was lost upon the streets. Something was off about him, however.
The child never cried.
His pupils were a beautiful golden so attractive and more— and yet the rest of his eye was pitch black, except for the whiteness around the orb. So many believed him to be a monster or mutated child.
But it was okay. He needed no one. But others did. A fellow abandoned child, a small girl, was also left; whilst he couldn’t really do much as a baby due to his physical capabilities, his mental processes were advanced enough for him to react on instinct and use energy to force things to go his way. A beginning in telepathy, perhaps. He couldn’t quite convey words but a desire for them to be found could be perceived by those who would pass by; someone did eventually, out of curiosity, see what laid across such odd feelings.
They were abandoned in a dirty alleyway all this time.
The children were starving but they were out of danger, especially Han. They both were sent to an orphanage through which they lived through most of their life. It was downtown, and that city in itself was as small as it could get; a small village lost in the wilderness. They were treated well, at first. Han wasn’t too conscious of himself about much. He always felt different, not as if he was special but different. It wasn’t a matter of species, however. He could almost feel it all the time; as if someone was upon him, no matter what.
But he still forced himself not to get buried in these feelings. He failed. But he could still make it with Yayin; the girl he arrived here with— she somehow calmed him down. But soon he’d come to see how plenty of the kids would disappear out of thin air. His curiosity got the best out of him, until he got to witness a terrifying scene; the true purpose of said orphanage.
Those kids were meant to be used as organ ‘donors’.
Donors, of course, that was if you believed they were willingly donating said parts of their body. It was gruesome but he didn’t cry; he felt the need to run. In the night, he couldn’t help himself but fall asleep regardless. He couldn’t help but wake up to noises. Footsteps. But no one was there; yet he forced himself to stand up.
Everyone slept.
But lights were lit across the corridor.
He heard his ‘future adopted sister’s voice’. He ran.
Memories would be fuzzy— but somehow they made it out. He could get her out, yet they had already operated on her. She was bleeding but still alive and kicking the bucket; he couldn’t remember how they escaped. The adrenaline was still high, but it wasn’t pleasant. The ring of knives still was assaulting his ears.
The two came out of the orphanage together, rescued once they could make it to the grand cities; amidst these travels, they kept growing closer, to the point where they had been seeing each other as siblings. But even then, it was inevitable what was meant to happen: she was sick. A terrible disease that began to plague her. To Han, the most precious person he held dear for this many years— this destroyed him but also not.
He started working. Hard, real hard. Anything and everything, to pay for her treatment.
But it wouldn’t be enough to save her, ultimately. This is where his story begins.
Race Bonuses:
Force of Nature:
So deep is an Elfen's connection to nature that some claim they are capable of achieving a power far beyond their limits, a single technique that represents the most brutal storm, the greatest fires, the most scarring earthquakes, and the coldest of winters. When choosing Force of Nature, the user is given a special Technique based on their element, one that is capable of being charged up to use 70% of one's power level in exchange for draining 80 points of their Ki should they take the time to master it.
[Please refer to the Canon Techniques List to see which Technique this racial will grant you]
Demon's Soul:
The nature of a Demon can vary, just as it does with any other race. And their nature can also cause their powers to manifest in a slightly different manner. In the case of a Demon with good intentions, they become faster; whereas a Demon with evil in their heart will become more powerful.
[Add x1 to Transformations dependent on Alignment. Good = +x1 Speed, Evil = +x1 Power
Example on Final Transformation:
Good: x74/x75 - Evil: x75/x74]
Roleplay Example:
“That was endless…”
His butt could finally feel a moment of ease; they had been tense all day as he had been moving here and there, moving stuff and visiting somebody for assistance. He lost count by now about how many jobs he had done so far; only the ones most dishonorable he dared not to touch at all. Not even an all-mighty descendant of… —nothing, could reduce themselves to some dirty jobs!
“But the income was good.”
He laid his head into the sofa and smiled broadly. He almost felt like a piece of shit; he couldn’t just listen to his wallet, but he also had to. In a way. His smile slowly faded and he pushed his head off the nice and comfortable surface and instead looked around; she was bedridden. In a sense.
She could actually stand up and walk, but she wouldn’t. She was scared to see him. He didn’t sigh, his eyes just lost focus as instead he no longer stared forth but let his view fall down— ever since he started working really hard for his sister, she began ignoring and avoiding him. Did she hate him for that?
Was she jealous that he could work at all?
“I don’t get it at all.”
He chuckled quietly. There wasn’t much that thinking to himself would answer; maybe it was all in his head. Right? He wouldn’t have had to worry about it at all. His hands first gave the input and then his arms followed: they pushed him up. He stood straight with a large smirk and put his hands to his waist; “Better check how she’s doing! I bet she hasn’t eat anything yet, hehe…”
Dumb cheerful and all, he happily strolled to her room. He knocked; she didn’t answer. He rolled his eyes— typical of her! Therefore, he let his hand force the handle… oh, it was locked. Hold on!
Much like an ape, the guy put his feet against the door and began basically swaying back and forth, striding his teeth against the door— until the handle literally collapsed. From there it just took some tampering with his finger and brute force to force the door open.
“Wew, lucky! But now I will have to buy a new one…”
He shrugged it off; who could ever care?
“Good evening, sis! How’s my baby sis doing!? Ate anything yet?”
Silence. He blinked and just stared forth at the bed, Yayin laid on the bed with her rose hair filling the pillow. Her back rested against the bed, whilst her head pointed up at the ceiling. Was she ignoring him that hard now?
“‘Yin? ‘You hearin’ me?”
He smiled and tilted his head.
“Yayin?”
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“...Yayin?”
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