Minago (DONE) Incentive
Sept 21, 2013 22:53:02 GMT -7
Post by Falorein on Sept 21, 2013 22:53:02 GMT -7
Credit to the original artist of the images
In every story lies a protagonist and quite naturally their antagonist, each of these individuals are built by a set of values and to each-other the others is wrong. It is these values which divides a reader,viewer or any of those who take an interest, the viewer decides who is which and naturally a character is decided to be evil. But what if the viewer was wrong?What if sometimes, what is perceived as evil, is actually necessary? What if you went back into the annuals of history and found a startling truth? That sometimes a hero isn’t that at all and that everyone has a darkness inside them all waiting to be realised? What if every story you told yourself, had evil take victory only disguised as something else?What if when you looked to the heavens for advice you found something else? What if you looked in the mirror and realised the person staring back was exactly what you hated?Yet felt so right? What if you found that Darkness and realised it to be truth. Do you embrace it?
Basic Information
Name: Minago Onigami
Bloodlimit: Onigami
Height: 5''11
Weight: 75kgs
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Birth Country: Water
Village: Rain
Special:
Ninjutsu Master
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
[/quote][/ul]Name: Minago Onigami
Bloodlimit: Onigami
Height: 5''11
Weight: 75kgs
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Birth Country: Water
Village: Rain
Special:
Ninjutsu Master
- Wind 0/350
- Earth(Freebie) 500/500
- Crystal 1130/1500
- Sound (Freebie)0/500
- Lightning 20/500
- Fire 0/350
- Water(Freebie) 20/500
- Sand 0/500
- Onigami 410/500
- Shadow Perception 320/500
- Grand-Mastery (Onigami)
- Grand-Mastery (Shadow)
- ANBU(Future)
- Mythical Summoner(Future)
- -Free-
Weapons
Primary Weapon:
Secondary Items:
- 15 X Shuriken
- 15 X Shuriken
- 15 X Shuriken
- 1X Kunai
- 1X Kunai
- 1X Kunai
- 1X Kunai
- 1X Kunai
- 1X Kunai
- 2xKnife
- 1X Smoke Grenade
- 1X Smoke Grenade
- 1X Incendiary Grenade
- 1X Incendiary Grenade
- 1X Incendiary Grenade
Non-Weapon Items
Character Depth
Appearance:
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“When you have come to the edge Of all light that you know And are about to drop off into the darkness Of the unknown, Faith is knowing One of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly”
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Standing at a lean 5''11, this young adult has a seemingly average appearance at a first glance. To those that lay eyes upon the Shinobi, the first thing that draws their gaze is his deep crimson eyes. With a colour that mimics that of blood, the youths eyes are normally what attracts a first gaze, it is they that hold his unique ability. It is the insight to his ideals and the eyes which can see all life, it is these eyes which allow him to see the shadow in the soul; or so he claims. But even so to look on those eyes, one could tell that to dive behind the crimson is a darkness that wishes to possess everything.
Beyond his eyes, is a face that shows its youth in full bloom. Being 20 years old, the Onigami is quite handsome. His face remains unblemished and his facial features curve and sit in a seemingly purposeful way. Among his crown is a dark greyish sort of hair, that if looked at one could be called black but at the same time it could be called grey. An illusion of sorts, but clearly upon further examination it is a grey. It is rather messy, styled that way he prefers for a more stylised look. It hangs past his jaw ling and various lengths while doing so, it covers his ears completely.
His figure however is an illusion in itself, he is rather tanned and has some muscle mass, yet being an Onigami his figure is weak. He has built a rather toned look for himself, but to be hit or knocked even would reveal only a frail resistance. He had tried to overcome this weakness with training but only found a result which hides exactly what his body is; weak. Upon his body he wears a black trench coat which has the sleeves cut and various patterns engraved on them; old relics and symbols that appealed to him at one stage or another. On his hands rest a pair of black gloves, that remain there at all times except he has been known to remove them in certain situations where his mood is aggravated. Underneath his coat, rests a tank top of pure black, on left arm rests a tattoo seemingly an eye of sorts, it is a symbol known to most as the eye of Ra.
Upon the bottom of his figure rests his pants, plain black and upon them various insignia are engraved in a red stitching resembling that upon his trench. The symbols themselves are thinly stitched and don’t encompass much in size. But they are vibrant and to others attract a certain gaze. He wears to black socks and simple ninja garb of sandals. Rather standard gear, at least the shoes and socks are.
Over it all he wears a cloak of the purest black which to has thin red stitchings engraved onto it, He generally wears this in everyday use only removing it certain battle situations. The cloak generally draws most gazes, the crimson red stitching and the particular oddness of the symbol and seemingly lack of method and meaning to the symbols tends to interest people. Overall he has both sinister and bizarre look, but his actions upon blending in tend to confuse his friends,foes and anyone else in between alike.
Personality:
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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
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Shinobi are tools, they create change and shape the world whether adhering to their own desire or to someone else’s. It is by their hand the world grows stronger and it will by their hand the world fades into the abyss. Minago knows and respects this, he understands power and the forms it takes and the responsibilities power holds. Yet with a subtle difference this shinobi isn’t anyone else’s tool other then his own. He craves power and will do almost anything to get it, once he holds this power he will shape the world make it stronger, unite the strong and create something more.
Confident in his own abilities, the Onigami has no hesitation in killing others and in most cases enjoys doing so. Its not enough to kill and best something, he needs to ensure they know the order of things. They need to understand exactly where they sit in the world and by ending their existence he rises another step upon the ladder of life. Nothing means more then grasping more power, betrayal and deceit are his allies, being physically weak Minago has had to resort to these methods his whole life. He cant engage head on or use brute force, so he has had to survive this way. He prefers not to engage someone head on or even straight forward, but wrap them into a intricate web of deceit and lies and watch as they embrace that darker side to survive. Once they themselves have struggled and lost, will he confront them revealing who they really are letting them realise their own weakness. In times where he is confronted and his distance methods fail, he has shown himself to ferocious almost like a cornered animal and it can be revealed in those moments a slight madness lies within.
Though he is all those things above, he still feels and to him this is his weakness. He can feel those other emotions and with every death and every ounce of power and authority gained he gets closer to shutting those emotions away and becoming a true shinobi. However his type aren’t accepted in the world currently, for the world is weak and values something he doesn’t possess. So for the best part, he hides his true persona and becomes something the people can love. He smiles and waves sometimes laughs, but to look into those eyes its clear to some that an evil settles their and it waits.
He is a master at seeming all things people love, but spend long enough with him and you will find a different side. But more then just killing he also enjoys emotional games and likes to bring fourth emotions of people that they would rather forget they even possess. All things like anger, greed and lust are true emotions and he enjoys brining these fourth and watching someone’s control fall apart. He likes to be the architect yet plays no hands, he likes to watch people make their own choices exactly where he knew they would be and go.
There are no heroes and villains in this world, only those who are weak and those who are strong. The strong survive and to be strong you need to embrace those emotions deep down, that echo and scream to be free yet are caged by sheer willpower alone. People believe that they are above those emotions, yet they aren’t and in this world its Minago's job to release that darkness and turn good and evil on its head and reveal only;truth. That truth is power.
Background:
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Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.
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Upon birth it was clear the youth had been given a gift, the eyes of a god. His mother and father the purest of his line both stood proudly as a small contingent of his clan gathered to watch the birth of the newest member. His eyes a deep crimson, they bared the trait and power of vision beyond those with normal eyes, yet with such power came the curse. He was physically frail and as such it was a struggle to birth him, afraid that he may not make it. But alas he survived and his parents did too, which was rare and the elite around him saw this as a sign ; a sign to begin to revive their shattered clan and make a name for themselves. It was this small group of individuals who wished to unite the Onigami once more and take revenge on those that slaughtered and divided their clan.
The years seemingly passed quickly and so as the youth grew his parents and fellow family members began instructing him on his abilities. Teaching him how to utilise those eyes that could see all life and pierce the soul, they claimed they were the eyes of the gods and because of this they could trade and protect life; not only see it. So in this they instructed him, training to spy and see and observe trick and deceive as the years passed the youths chakra control was strong. It needed to be to balance the heavy toll of the eyes, but more then that he was physically weak and as such his parents also pushed him physically to at least get some stamina and agility out of him.
At the age of 13 the child had become a master in the art of his Dojutsu, but this was not the only change the youth had undergone. He had a cruel and malicious side, being isolated out of fear. He had grown to resent others, not an obvious trait but something his family noticed and shrugged away. By now the clan estate they were calling it had grown and held at least 20 members, soon more would come and they would establish a foothold in this nation. As the sunset one evening, the youth not being able to sleep and rarely doing so spotted something. His eyes activated he noticed the figure of many humans, the seemed to pertain a head band with a symbol each and he realised then what it was.
There had to be at least 50 of them, the rain Shinobi had come and judging by there numbers they weren’t here to speak to his family. In an instant it happened they assaulted coming from places the youth hadn’t even noticed, he shouted a large yelp and alerted some members of the household yet it had been to late. Member’s were slaughtered before they could react a small contingent of onigami about 5 raced towards his position. His parent included using various ninjutsu, to fend off attackers, yet it was a hopeless cause even the youth saw it. One by one the group feel, Minago being left with both his parents, his mother fell first. Blood seeping from her lifeless corpse. Father and son fled, a rage in his fathers heart he knew he pained for his mother, yet he ignored it trying to protect Minago. They continued to flee and with their eyes ablaze with a crimson, soon they were cornered, surrounded almost as the stood facing their attackers one launched various weapons, his father blocking most; however a few passed him and struck Minago in the chest.
The youth dropped, a stabbing pain erupting fourth, echoing through his limbs he felt his breath fall and short and his vision slip away. It was this moment that the youth changed, he saw a darkness in the world it hovered in him and around him. He only felt this power it seemed to engulf him and instantly he was afraid. He feared what lay on the other side of this darkness what screamed and called to him. Slowly he struggled trying not to be drawn into but little by little he was engulfed, it took limb by limb embracing the youth in its aura. He tried to scream yet nothing came out and at the last instance where it looked like the abyss had claimed his, he felt something more touch him. It was this darkness and power it showed him things that changed him and it planted it awakened what already existed inside him.
As the last of his soul slipped away, the youth felt a pulling sensation and was yanked away from the darkness. An apparition of his father appeared, he stared silently watching as he was pulled away from the darkness and his father was pulled in. In that last instance he watched his fathers face contort to a smile before the youth opened his eyes, he looked around only to realise everyone was dead. The few enemies that surrounded him lie still and his fathers corpse as well. Yet his wounds were gone and it was in this moment he realised what had transpired, the Onigami practice a technique where one soul can be traded for another. Life force is swapped and at ones own sacrifice, they can bring another form the brink of death. He stood now, feeling sick and weak once more, yet something lived in him a shadow that was a reminiscent from his experience. He had been showed something, as he slipped away he had been shown the truth nature of things. Without a tear he turned, his eyes lit anew a deep crimson glow erupted fourth yet, for those to look upon them now one would know; they weren’t they eyes of the gods. They were the eyes of something far more sinister, they were the eyes of a demon.