Post by Shinzu on Mar 12, 2010 16:48:42 GMT -5
Name: Shinzu Hayashi
Title: None
Rank: Wandering Mercenary
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan
Age: 25
Class: Melee Brawler
Title: None
Rank: Wandering Mercenary
Gender: Male
Race: Lycan
Age: 25
Class: Melee Brawler
Lycan's:
Lycan’s maintain a human appearance but also have the ability to transform into bipedal, humanoid wolf-like creatures under the light of a full moon. Lycan’s usually gain the ability to do so after the age of 30, however at such a young age they act very savage and beast-like in their transformations as they cannot control themselves very well.
Under special circumstances they can learn to access their half wolf state at an earlier age and the more they do so, the more they tame their inner beasts and gain more control along with the ability to transform at will. In their transformed state, Lycan’s gain a huge boost and their strength, speed and endurance due to their increased muscle mass.
A very small portion of this power boost is readily available to Lycan’s even when not transformed, making them slightly stronger than your average human though it can hardly be compared to when in their wolf state. Lycan’s even in their human forms have a very acute sense of smell and hearing making them expert hunters. Though their vision is limited to black and white, they also have exceptional night vision however all these qualities are limited from their full capabilities unless transformed.
Appearance:
Jet black hair and pale skin; Shinzu had always been cursed with not having any harsh defining features. Even his eyes are no more than a shade of dull grey, seemingly lacking any signs of pupils as any trace is overshadowed by the strange color of his unique iris which is so even among other Lycan’s. Under the bounty of moonlight however his iris seems to radiate with silver, revealing his pupils which have long since become two dark vertical slits.
His outward appearance is that of someone in his late teens, standing at 6’2 in height. Despite the seemingly lack of muscle mass he bears a slim yet muscular build though this fact is often hidden amongst the folds of his clothing. This is due to the unique way in which his body has been structured or rather how his muscles have been compressed tightly, giving Shinzu incredible strength despite his size without sacrificing any agility in the process.
His choice of clothing remains partially the same despite the change of seasons, though he is for the most part usually seen wearing a cream colored overall with bits of armor placed on his wrists, shoulders and a larger piece which guards his front and extends behind him to cover a generous portion of his upper back.
Underneath is a lightweight chainmail of sorts which has been specifically designed to prioritize lightness over durability. All this however is usually hidden amidst a knee length coat which aids to shroud most of his body. Black in color, the coat itself is made out of some sort of strong animal leather and is always seen on Shinzu along with a ragged crimson red scarf.
Weapons/Items:
Beowulf: A pair of sturdy iron gauntlets and grieves. Their main purpose is to defend against sword slashes and other weaponry whilst still exposing enough of their users hands so that someone like a Lycan will still have access to their claws. In fact their purpose indeed seems to be suited more to that of a Lycan due to the unique enchanted engraved onto them which flows lunar energy onto its user at will.
Though seemingly useless, this energy can bring out a Lycan’s inner power despite them still not having access to their full transformation. This boost is usually minimal, providing nothing more than heightened senses and a slight change to the wearer’s outward appearance however it can grow stronger in time along with the user as he becomes one with his inner beast.
Novo Animus: None.
Talents:
Due to his near photographic memory and a keen sense of smell, Shinzu had developed all his skills into the art of tracking or rather; the talent was pounded into him by his father and his harsh training. He had almost always been gifted with the art of hunting down his foes, a trait that can only be expected from someone of his lineage.
Though it’s partially due to his wolf-like ability to smell changes in the surroundings, he can also notice miniscule tracks in the environment such as broken twigs which will eventually lead him to his target. Being a mercenary who’s usually hired to kill all sorts of people and things, Shinzu always uses this impressive ability to find and capture fleeing foes without fail.
Personality:
Almost void of all emotion, Shinzu is serious and attentive right down to the core. He often gives off a air of calmness and is not the type to show mercy or even hesitate when engaged in a battle. Often quiet and reserved, he only speaks when necessary and even then its usually either a commanding or sarcastic comment.
On and off the battle-field he is most often a level-headed strategic type of person. He's someone who takes in the entire situation and weighs the consequences before making a decision, however the harsh reality of the matter is that he often prioritises his objectives over the lives of others. No matter how close, allies are often seen as nothing more than expendable forces.
Despite this he does know the value of life, or rather more specifically his own life. Though their are obvious threats and dangers that he comes across daily in his line of trade, Shinzu usually won’t be foolish enough to rush recklessly into a battle that he knows would be impossible to win. Due to this, he is often made out to seem cruel because of his reluctance to help others at times of need.
History:
Deep in the forests of Filumdi was where Shinzu was brought into the world, at the cost of his mother’s life which perished that very moment. With his mother’s untimely end the source of his father’s hatred and deep resentment, his upbringing was less than satisfactory and likely the root cause of his warped viewpoint on life.
Though Shinzu knew nothing about his mother from experience, he did eventually learn from the rest of the tribe that she was a caring woman that the people held close to their hearts, thus making her death a tragic and dark event. At the same time though his birth meant that the next heir had been decided, lifting a huge burden off his father who was reluctant to let the title fall under anyone’s hand except those of his own blood.
Having always been a cruel and vindictive leader, Shinzu never ceased to curse at how it was his mother who had to die on that day and not this man who he refused to acknowledge as part of his family. If not as much, even the other villagers hated that man for his past actions however with no one strong enough to challenge him; he remained throughout most of the tribe’s history as the alpha male of the pack.
With no siblings making him the sole heir, each day was a constant struggle between life and death as the way of his tribe was pounded into Shinzu’s core. Being one of the few Lycan’s to be born of a pure bloodline, he was already considered next in line of leading the pack; however that only meant that anything less than perfection in his training sessions lead to harsh consequences.
Even now the scars on his back stand testament to the ordeals he once had to overcome despite being in the early stages of childhood. Even so, soon the day came when he would have to prove himself to the village elders by taking a trial alongside several other candidates, or rather childhood friends as Shinzu has come to know them as.
The trial itself meant initiation and being considered a man under the eyes of the other villagers. To Shinzu however it meant far more as succeeding would mean the title of alpha would fall to him after his father, the current alpha male’s death whether or not such responsibility was something he desired.
In fact even though he considered himself unready to take the trial, the pressure from his father was hardly something he could rebel against. As the new moon approached the young Lycan’s were taken deeper into the jungles depths, away from the boundaries and safety of the village as they were left to fend for themselves until dawn.
Despite the great bonds they once shared, it was all meaningless under the light of the moon as they trod upon the moist soil as foes. Despite the jungles being infested with all sorts of abominations, it would simply be unheard of for a Lycan to fall in battle against such mindless creatures, however large their numbers may be.
Though their images were unclear under the guise of the shadows, their glaring eyes and blood soaked appendages instinctively stimulated the Lycan’s primal urge to kill. It was never revealed what manner of creatures the pack had been sent out to hunt, even the reason why was solely justified as nothing more than an act of initiation.
As the strife began however it quickly became apparent that some had been built more purposefully for battle than others as the number of Lycan’s quickly fell. It was no longer a conflict but rather a meaningless struggle, one which would likely end in the extinction of the new generation of wolfs.
As dawn approached the battle hit a steady halt; the nightmarish figures long since disappearing alongside the barrage corpses. Peace had been restored to the dark forest, though the solemn cries of his allies still resonated through the air. Staggering along, Shinzu blindly headed toward his village until fatigue consumed him.
Being the only survivor he had no idea what to say to the others upon his arrival. He couldn’t even call himself victorious after being unable to kill and bring back the head of not even one of the beasts. Sucking up his pride, Shinzu treated his wounds as best he could using the scraps of his own clothing before returning to the rest of the pack.
The others didn’t need to utter a single word, the looks on their faces expressed their feelings well enough. Both a mixture of disappointment and disgust consuming him, his father could only assume that Shinzu fled from the battlefield and abandoned his comrades, the gravest sin of the clan which results in exile.
Unable to prove his own innocence, the young Lycan could do little in terms of redeeming himself in the eyes of his father whose word was the law of the clan. Regardless of the select few who still had their faith in the boy, it was meaningless against the iron grip the alpha wolf had on them. With the agreement on exile sparking nothing more than a short lived verbal conflict, several days passed until eventually the time came when Shinzu’s punishment would have to be put into motion.
Having been so immersed in battle it was only now that he could recall his comrade’s pleas for help. Haunted by the gruesome images of that fateful night, this exile only seemed appropriate. The burden of their deaths were now his to bear, the weight would have to be shouldered alone as his pride could simply not allow him to ever return until redeeming himself by gaining enough power to take the title of alpha by force and thereby proving his strength.
Before his departure though, the Lycan had one last score to settle. Breaking into the armory, Shinzu stole a pair of gauntlets and grieves he had always had an odd attachment to after first laying eyes on them many years ago. With all that he needed, Shinzu fled from the village before he could give the others the chance to chase him out. Vengeance now flaring up in his eyes, the boy ran deeper into the forest, following the scent of blood which still lingered strongly in the air. It was time.