Post by Suzumu on Nov 18, 2012 18:01:16 GMT -5
Out of Character:
Name:
Geinkotsu
Other characters:
N/A
In Character:
Name:
Suzumu {晉}
Aliases/Nicknames:
Suzu
Race:
Yokai - Karakasa-Obake
Age:
108 Years
Awakening Age:
11 Months
Apparel Age:
Mid twenties
Gender:
Male
Occupation/Class:
Jobless/Traveler
Orientation:
Homosexual
Physical Description:
At first sight he seems to be any regular poor, senile male standing at a wavering height of five foot ten. Wearing brown robes that are tattered and dirty, a single torn straw sandal and the cap of a paper umbrella on his head. At closer inspection, he lacks his right leg, leaning at an awkward angle on a stick that is too tall to hold vertically. His clothes also seem very large on him, slumping over his shoulders and sleeves too long. He is fairly tall and very lanky and lean, the bone of his ribs show easily and his degraded looking form sickly. His eyes are of a silvery white, his hair sleek black and usually very messy and unkempt, and his skin tone rather pale.
He walks with an odd swing, very clumsy and rigid as he swings and hops along with the help of the rough stick that seems to have come right off the tree. Despite the odd appearance, there seems to be a smile on his face through the rips and tears of the umbrella on his head, revealed eye kind yet somewhat mischievous.
Personality Description:
He is a very curious person, always at awe with simple things and curious to know more. Most people denote him ignorant or senile for lacking the simple knowledge and etiquette even seven year olds know. He can be very kind and nosey, usually preferring company rather than silence. He can be, however, reclusive emotionally and unwilling to extend himself to others. He is not incapable of mischievous or even dark acts, as rare as they might be. When in a depressed or foul mood, he tends to take it out on the humans, tricking them or even aiming to wound them in the process. When confronted, however, he will often turn cowardice and run instead of fight or stand up to someone.
Likes:
Food
Rain
Other Yokai
Socializing
Playing tricks
Hurting humans (on occasion)
Dislikes:
Being called useless or broken
Being thrown out
Being ignored because of his ‘uselessness’
Rude or unkind people
Having the choice of being two things he hates. Human, or a broken umbrella.
History: As an item, he had met countless people and had done his job for quite some time, protecting those that picked him up and injured many times. His loyalty had seemingly ended when he had been discarded and ragged. He had been found by a new owner.
For most of his life he had spent it as a loyal item to his master, a very kindred man that took great care of his umbrella. Always fixing and polishing when he got the chance. Wherever this man went, so did the umbrella, spanned over his head in a protective halo against light rains and leaves as the man traveled. It was like this for many long years, that simple life, however, was to come to an end.
One particular week, the master of this umbrella had been making trips into the mountainside, always with his umbrella with him, attentively holding the precious item at his side. But on this day, where the evening had grown dark, it was at a cruel parting for the umbrella and the man. Bandits flooded around, the chase was short, and the umbrella ripped from his hands and thrown aside into the bushes as the man fled. In those bushes, the umbrella stayed through the night… torn and broken. His master and traces of the bandits were gone by morning, leaving the item alone. For weeks it stayed, untouched by the hand of man and nibbled on by the cruel teeth of wandering rodents.
It was not long before the severed bond of the item had grown into the spirit of a yokai, angered and abandoned, yet worried and melancholic. It’s few days wandering through the trees were brief before he ran into a Dai-Tengu. The young Yokai spoke rudefully and spitefully to the great winged creature, and his words granted him nothing but dismay. He was forced from his Yokai form, and into that of a ragged human, unable to change back to nothing but a broken and useless umbrella. Dismayed apologies were not enough for the Tengu, as he granted the new man but a child’s name and ordered him to journey off the mountain.
Suzumu, was his granted name. Terrified he began the journey immediately, crawling fiercely through the bushes and trees. He had no place to go, except… home. But where was home? Where was his kind master? Would he still accept him, even as a broken, useless item, if he found him? The questions rang through his head endlessly. But he had made his decision to find his owner, and thus starting his journey.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Suzu’s most obvious weakness would be his lack of a second leg, and the lack of mobilization without his walking stick. He can only hop for so long before he would get tired. He is seen most often tripping or falling because of his clumsy way of walking with his stick. His edging curiosity has also been quite the downfall, leading him into strange situations or places. His only strength seems to be the very obscure knowledge of shelter, and where to find it when it’s raining… But in practice it has yet to be of any real use. He is also not very physically strong, and can easily be pinned, toppled, or otherwise.
Weapons/Armor:
He holds no weapons or armor. But he does have a tattered robe and obi in his possession, and he can give you a darn good beating with his walking stick.
Magic:
He can turn into an umbrella most times at will (some other times are less successful), and has the uncanny ability to sense when possible shelters are nearby. But as far as magic goes, that is all he has got.
Other:
His left hand is weaker than the right, and he doesn’t use it as much. He doesn’t eat because he does not think it is necessary, but he likes the taste of food.
RP Sample:
It was far too cold to be out here at this time of night, where it was exceedingly dark and there were no sounds to be heard on the empty path down through the rice fields. The farmers were likely to be sleeping, their family as well. The only life on the dark, slim path seemed to be the wobbling figure. The odd sound of a heavy thud of his walking stick being driven into the dirt, followed quickly by a heaved breath and lighter crunch of his foot stepping was all that seemed to be heard outside.
Suzumu had his eye on the ground, trying to see in the dark as he drove his stick into the ground and heaved his body weight upon it, forcing his body to swing around the slanted, long wooden pole. The pathway was much too narrow for such wide footing, feeling the earth softer at the edges. He seemed to have gotten increasingly more tired through the nights, which was odd… He had never felt tired before. Why now?
He pondered this, listening to the air woosh out of his lungs with each effort filled heave of his body. He liked the silence otherwise, however. While it was cold, it was peaceful at night. He passed through the small cluster of houses, glancing at each one for a familiar doorway. But none of them caught his interest. He continued on through the village, and onto the wider path towards the forests. While he was uncertain of where his destination was, he was determined to keep walking.
{{Sorry, my rp sample is short and horrendous. I couldn’t think of anything interesting to write at the moment.}}
Name:
Geinkotsu
Other characters:
N/A
In Character:
Name:
Suzumu {晉}
Aliases/Nicknames:
Suzu
Race:
Yokai - Karakasa-Obake
Age:
108 Years
Awakening Age:
11 Months
Apparel Age:
Mid twenties
Gender:
Male
Occupation/Class:
Jobless/Traveler
Orientation:
Homosexual
Physical Description:
At first sight he seems to be any regular poor, senile male standing at a wavering height of five foot ten. Wearing brown robes that are tattered and dirty, a single torn straw sandal and the cap of a paper umbrella on his head. At closer inspection, he lacks his right leg, leaning at an awkward angle on a stick that is too tall to hold vertically. His clothes also seem very large on him, slumping over his shoulders and sleeves too long. He is fairly tall and very lanky and lean, the bone of his ribs show easily and his degraded looking form sickly. His eyes are of a silvery white, his hair sleek black and usually very messy and unkempt, and his skin tone rather pale.
He walks with an odd swing, very clumsy and rigid as he swings and hops along with the help of the rough stick that seems to have come right off the tree. Despite the odd appearance, there seems to be a smile on his face through the rips and tears of the umbrella on his head, revealed eye kind yet somewhat mischievous.
Personality Description:
He is a very curious person, always at awe with simple things and curious to know more. Most people denote him ignorant or senile for lacking the simple knowledge and etiquette even seven year olds know. He can be very kind and nosey, usually preferring company rather than silence. He can be, however, reclusive emotionally and unwilling to extend himself to others. He is not incapable of mischievous or even dark acts, as rare as they might be. When in a depressed or foul mood, he tends to take it out on the humans, tricking them or even aiming to wound them in the process. When confronted, however, he will often turn cowardice and run instead of fight or stand up to someone.
Likes:
Food
Rain
Other Yokai
Socializing
Playing tricks
Hurting humans (on occasion)
Dislikes:
Being called useless or broken
Being thrown out
Being ignored because of his ‘uselessness’
Rude or unkind people
Having the choice of being two things he hates. Human, or a broken umbrella.
History: As an item, he had met countless people and had done his job for quite some time, protecting those that picked him up and injured many times. His loyalty had seemingly ended when he had been discarded and ragged. He had been found by a new owner.
For most of his life he had spent it as a loyal item to his master, a very kindred man that took great care of his umbrella. Always fixing and polishing when he got the chance. Wherever this man went, so did the umbrella, spanned over his head in a protective halo against light rains and leaves as the man traveled. It was like this for many long years, that simple life, however, was to come to an end.
One particular week, the master of this umbrella had been making trips into the mountainside, always with his umbrella with him, attentively holding the precious item at his side. But on this day, where the evening had grown dark, it was at a cruel parting for the umbrella and the man. Bandits flooded around, the chase was short, and the umbrella ripped from his hands and thrown aside into the bushes as the man fled. In those bushes, the umbrella stayed through the night… torn and broken. His master and traces of the bandits were gone by morning, leaving the item alone. For weeks it stayed, untouched by the hand of man and nibbled on by the cruel teeth of wandering rodents.
It was not long before the severed bond of the item had grown into the spirit of a yokai, angered and abandoned, yet worried and melancholic. It’s few days wandering through the trees were brief before he ran into a Dai-Tengu. The young Yokai spoke rudefully and spitefully to the great winged creature, and his words granted him nothing but dismay. He was forced from his Yokai form, and into that of a ragged human, unable to change back to nothing but a broken and useless umbrella. Dismayed apologies were not enough for the Tengu, as he granted the new man but a child’s name and ordered him to journey off the mountain.
Suzumu, was his granted name. Terrified he began the journey immediately, crawling fiercely through the bushes and trees. He had no place to go, except… home. But where was home? Where was his kind master? Would he still accept him, even as a broken, useless item, if he found him? The questions rang through his head endlessly. But he had made his decision to find his owner, and thus starting his journey.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Suzu’s most obvious weakness would be his lack of a second leg, and the lack of mobilization without his walking stick. He can only hop for so long before he would get tired. He is seen most often tripping or falling because of his clumsy way of walking with his stick. His edging curiosity has also been quite the downfall, leading him into strange situations or places. His only strength seems to be the very obscure knowledge of shelter, and where to find it when it’s raining… But in practice it has yet to be of any real use. He is also not very physically strong, and can easily be pinned, toppled, or otherwise.
Weapons/Armor:
He holds no weapons or armor. But he does have a tattered robe and obi in his possession, and he can give you a darn good beating with his walking stick.
Magic:
He can turn into an umbrella most times at will (some other times are less successful), and has the uncanny ability to sense when possible shelters are nearby. But as far as magic goes, that is all he has got.
Other:
His left hand is weaker than the right, and he doesn’t use it as much. He doesn’t eat because he does not think it is necessary, but he likes the taste of food.
RP Sample:
It was far too cold to be out here at this time of night, where it was exceedingly dark and there were no sounds to be heard on the empty path down through the rice fields. The farmers were likely to be sleeping, their family as well. The only life on the dark, slim path seemed to be the wobbling figure. The odd sound of a heavy thud of his walking stick being driven into the dirt, followed quickly by a heaved breath and lighter crunch of his foot stepping was all that seemed to be heard outside.
Suzumu had his eye on the ground, trying to see in the dark as he drove his stick into the ground and heaved his body weight upon it, forcing his body to swing around the slanted, long wooden pole. The pathway was much too narrow for such wide footing, feeling the earth softer at the edges. He seemed to have gotten increasingly more tired through the nights, which was odd… He had never felt tired before. Why now?
He pondered this, listening to the air woosh out of his lungs with each effort filled heave of his body. He liked the silence otherwise, however. While it was cold, it was peaceful at night. He passed through the small cluster of houses, glancing at each one for a familiar doorway. But none of them caught his interest. He continued on through the village, and onto the wider path towards the forests. While he was uncertain of where his destination was, he was determined to keep walking.
{{Sorry, my rp sample is short and horrendous. I couldn’t think of anything interesting to write at the moment.}}
