Post by Rau Nishant on Aug 31, 2010 19:04:50 GMT -5
Irresponsibly ruthless words fill this town but
Never more, will a painful voice flow by
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"Cherish that which is within you, and shut off that which is without; for much knowledge is a curse. "[/center]
Those days we spent casually are bidding farewell to us
As we lose those irreplaceable days
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First and Last:
Takashi Kuromori
Known as:
Rau Nishant - its his favored alias.
I have lived:
26, May 4 [1988]
I am:
Male
My preference?:
Hm, well if you're interested, he might be interested. But can you keep his interest?
I work as:
I affiliate with:
Himself. Figure out if you can crack him.
The rain hides the sun, stealing away its light
I am troubled as I lost what I believed in
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Hair:
Wavy black hair, sometimes looks a bit messy and careless, but rarely ever looks 'bad'. Sometimes wears it slicked back, and has once or twice grown it out and worn it more neatly in a ponytail.
Eyes:
Piercing, deep honey-golden.
Height:
6'
Weight:
164 lbs
Clothing Style:
Usually wears dress shirts and suits, but sometimes wears them more casually and even a little disheveled. On rare occassions, depending on his current 'occupation', he may wear downright 'rags', with baggy long-sleeved shirts with slightly tattered and frayed sleeves or collars, suspenders, etc. Usually when he wears such outfits, he also sports a pair of big, round glasses to 'better disguise himself'.
Extra:
Usually more apparent during the Dark Hour or in areas of strong spiritual activity, and greatly dependent on how in-check his Persona is, a black, tattoo-like marking of seven 'cross-like' symbols appear on his forehead. There are times when they can fade so much they are scarcely visible with an application of make-up. Also, notably, his skin takes to the sun like a fish in water; it darkens up considerably fast, though it's been known to grow quite pale when he spends long periods of time mostly working during the nights. Has a beauty mark under left eye.
I won’t forget those days that I spent with everyone precious to me
Never more, will I be alone even in the darkness
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Positive:
- Observational
- "Refined"
- Street-smart
- Charismatic
- Cautious
- Philosophical
Negative:
- Womanizer [more like anything-that-moves-izer]
- Flippant
- Sadistic
- Impatient
- Paranoid
- Carnal
Personality:
Takashi only ever attended school in his youngest years, learning the basics of the basic, and getting some small lessons from his grandmother, who was quite a philosopher, quoting Zhuangzi to him often. To Takashi, those words seemed like magic spells, and fascinated him. After his grandmother died, though, moving around forced him and his mother to move around which prevented him from attending school regularly, and with his mother often out working, he would many times skip because of his dislike for the other students, who often bullied him for being so behind on lessons. Even today, he avoids people he has problems with, though just the same he's capable of going out of his way to make things miserable for them, as well.
He has a rather laid-back, flippant approach to most things. Pursuing what interests him, he can get bored rather easily, though might just circle right back around on himself. Having survived on his own for such a long time, he thinks he's "got it all figured out", but has quite a few insecurities, noteably, a complex towards education. Because he didn't have much of one growing up, or money to get one later, he often had to make up for it by observing the things around him and adapting as he went. He has a tendency to observe things very closely, sometimes over-analyzing in attempt to make up for what he lacks academically. Being forced to learn to survive, he uses this as a defense mechanism, always attempting to be prepared for the next big thing, though he remains skilled at adapting, he prefers to be in control of the situation. While he's usually laid back about everything else, he's very tight with money, despite often wanting to spend it on frivolous things as a result of not having had much as a child.
Timeline:
Persona 3
History:
Takashi never new his father, a foreigner who never knew him, and though for his earliest years he had lived with his mother and grandmother, after the latter's death, financial troubles forced the family of two to move many times. His mother soon fell to depression, and did whatever jobs she could to keep them aloft, from waiting tables to the occasional, more unsavory jobs. They lived in run-down apartments, and, once the jobs dried up, they went as far as they could and found another run-down apartment with more menial jobs. Needless to say, Takashi's education was severely lacking, and as a result he never fit in with many other kids because they often looked on him harshly, something not helped by his mothers sometimes 'deplorable' work habits.
Still, Takashi and his mother loved each other, despite her deepening depression and the hardships. They got by, and they had each other. She taught him what she could when there was spare time, but the best skills he picked up from her was with cards... Most of the time he mimiced what he saw others doing, studying the people around him closely, though not just their actions. Slowly, he also began to understand the ways people would think or react to certain things, though as a child, this realization was somewhat abstract. Getting bullied by other children at school for being so behind on many lessons, he preferred to keep to himself, making up imaginary friends. Still, he spent much of his time home alone, and often he became ill or, himself, depressed. While he never knew the reason, he had a strong sensitivity to the paranormal.
Takashi was eleven years old when the Kirijo Group's experiments caused the Dark Hour to be unleashed on the world, and at that time, he and his mother lived nearby in Iwatodai. It wasn't long before he began to have dreams... strange dreams in which black butterflies spoke to him. Some cried out for help, others sounded like himself or his mother screaming in anguish, horror, or rage. One night he awoke from one such dream to see the world of the black butterflies in his bed room, and the rest of the apartment and complex beyond. As a child, of course, he thought this was nothing more than the rest of his dream, and wandered from his apartment building into the streets, thinking only that he should find his mother.
When he found her, she wasn't a coffin like he remembered from the other dreams. Instead she was on her knees, staring up at the dark skies with her mouth agape. He thought he could hear the butterflies fluttering off somewhere further away, laughing with her voice, laughing as if they'd stolen it. As one of the shadows began to move though, with strange almost grunting laughter, Takashi could hear his heart thundering in his chest, pumping in his ears. And behind that rhthmic sound was what he at first thought was the butterflies again, whispering 'Thou art I...'
What occurred next was a blur, painted over with denial, confusion, and the original belief that it had all just been some terrible nightmare. The creature that emerged from the shadows was ripped asunder by something else, a winged creature. Information flooded into the young boys head 'Shadow, weakness, strike here...' but none of it made anymore sense than anything else experienced in a dream.
But then the gaze of that winged thing was turned on him. It seethed, and the rush of self-resentment, lonlieness, and despair the young boy felt all flooded over him. Madly, as if a creature berserked, the winged creature lifted its sword to swing down on the boy, but instead, the blow fell on his mothers shoulders. Her scream seemed to shatter everything. The winged creature disappeared, and as she lay bleeding, huddled over him, the nightmare subsided. But dreams always shifted like this, didn't they?
People in the streets were without a clue. A mother, bleeding, near death, wrapped around her son. It took Takashi some time and convincing by those who questioned and cared for him in the late night hours that followed to realize he was no longer dreaming... that he never had been. But he remembered what his grandma had once said when he was younger. "I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?"
One or the other didn't matter, did it? But to these people it did. All that mattered to Takashi was that his mother wouldn't be in either dream anymore. But the butterflies... they still had her voice, didn't they?
In the days that followed, Takashi's time was spent in the hospital, where he did little eating, speaking, or sleeping. At the stroke of twelve every night, the nightmare returned whether he was "awake" or not. He wandered the halls, filled with coffins, but the butterflies seemed to have disappeared.
One night, however, with some surprise, they returned, leading him through the corridors and stairwells. A massive black lion with a chain and ball rattling after it growled in depraved, primal hunger. For the second time, he heard the butterflies voices come together in a more clear whispering 'Thou art I... and I am thou..."
Again, though this time with more head-splitting pain, the winged creature emerged. Raziel. The words flooded his mind again, though even through the horrendous aching in his skull and sudden overwhelming weariness in his body, they somehow came a little more clearly this time. 'It's a Shadow... It's weakness is... this...' And once again, the winged Raziel cut down the Shadow-creature. As a child, even if though his mind had the potential to expose weaknesses, Raziel was only capable of lashing out physically, to quickly and almost desperately dispose of the threat at once. But Takashi would never quite realize this. All he knew, was that the thing that had killed his mother was before him again, claiming to be him.
The image of Raziel before him distorted as his rage and denial throbbed and grew. I hate you, I hate you seered through the young boys mind, and echoed, boomed back at him. Even as the thing that was Raziel seemed to melt and turn on Takashi once again, there was this resonance between the two. So what if you hate me, I hate you too! Because it was all the same.
Raziel gripped Takashi's throat, even as he seemed to evaporate into dark, miasma-like ooze that the Shadow before him had, as the Dark Hour faded at this crucial moment. I am you- it desperately tried to convey, even as somewhere in Takashi, he just as desperately realized yet denied it. The Persona pressed its head to Takashi's in that last, erratic moment, searing the oddly patterned black markings like lingering finger marks of an attempted strangling. A strangling of thoughts and emotions and denials, trying to meld back into a singularity, but caught somewhere in between.
The following day, nurses and doctors scrambled to figure out the weird markings, to no avail. And slowly, they faded away before any possible answers could be found. At the strike of twelve, though, Takashi new he could spot them again. But he never heard 'Raziel's voice again, never saw Shadows again. Contrarily, the butterflies appeared to him at their pleasing it seemed. Day, night. Only he seems capable of seeing or hearing them, though, and he's not so sure whether it's his mothers voice they sound like anymore... though in the early days they did to the point he was sure it was her looking after him. (Important to note, these butterflies aren't supposed to necessarily be related to Philemon in anyway. Moreso, they're his own sensitivity to paranormal activity/unstable mind manifesting.)
In the years that came beyond that, Takashi found himself passed to a few reluctant foster homes elsewhere in the country. When he was old enough, however, he went right along doing what he'd always done; kept moving. Like his mother, he took whatever jobs he could to get by, though he was much more content to simply stay in hotels for a few nights rather than actually settle down for any longer period of time. The Dark Hour just became a 'thing' to him, an unfair advantage against everyone else he dealt with. An extra hour for sleep, or an extra hour to make preperations on a quick con for the scumbags in the underground he'd become familiar with.
He began to go by the much preferred name of 'Rau Nishant'. Oftentimes his complexion made others thing he was a foreigner anyway, and it allowed him to further distance himself from his life and memories as 'Takashi Kuromori'. He got used to the fact that sometimes, the dark band of markings on his forehead grew darker, usually when he found himself getting caught up in 'dark deeds'. He spited them at first, as if Raziel was somewhere inside him still telling him he was wrong. It's my life, shut the fuck up. But he soon realized that some of his... younger business partners thought them somehow fearsome. Not like I'm a damn yakuza... But whatever, if they helped, he wasn't about to worry about it.
Over time, though, the butterflies, who were usually just silent companions, began to yammer on about 'Iwatodai'... They weren't loud, or horrifically troublesome, but something about their nagging gnawed at him. Before he realized it, slowly he was moving closer and closer, until it was just stupid not to check it out...
I will find it, that precious thing that I lost
Never more, because I’m sure your voice will guide me
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Stats:
Magic-oriented
Arcana:
Moon
Persona:
LVL 1 - Raziel - The Angel of Secrets, said to know all the secrets of the universe and how it operates due to standing just beyond the curtains of God and hearing all that is said.
LVL 2 - Morpheus - The god of dreams, leader of the Oneiroi. He has the ability to take any human form and appear in dreams, thoughy his true semblance is that of a winged daemon. According to some he is a son of Nyx and Erebus, brother of Thanatos and Hypnos. He is the oldest of triplets known as the Oneiroi, along with Icelus and Phantasos. Example 2
Method of Summoning:
Watch - has summoned naturally in the past, though with dire concequences.
Strengths:
Darkness, Status Ailments, Resists Earth
Weaknesses:
Pierce, Almighty, Aqua
Skills:
Analyze, Mudo, Marin Karin, Dia
Weapon of Choice:
Doesn't usually fight a whole bunch, but is good with an assortment of things after getting closely assimilated with 'street life'. Crowbars, baseball bats, knives, fists, usually crude, discreet things. He prefers to be a bit more refined, though... but will disturbingly quickly change his tune.
I don’t know when but I really have forgotten
Those important words that I once believed in when I was young
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Parents/Relatives:
All deceased that he knows of. [Though, he might have a cousin or two floating around...]
Friends:
n/a
Enemies/Rivals:
Surely there are some people in the underground who have some grudges against him.
Romantic Interest:
Yeah, right.
Other:
N/a
In the world I can’t wake up from I searched for them
I finally found them, they were deep in my heart all along
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Characters you play:
Ryoji, Yume, Theodore, Minato, Chie, Kira, Akumu, Noa
How did you find the site?:
LJ Ad.
Author Notes:
-I think I could have went on with Personality, but decided to leave it like that since I'd rather explore him some more and work him out through RP now.
-It'd be awesome if anyone was interested in playing a potential cousin of his... Road Kamelot = <3
Face Claims:
Takashi Kuromori - Tyki Mikk, D. Gray-man
Raziel - Original Art by Wen-M @ deviantart
Morpheus - Tyki Mikk Awakened, D.Gray-man
Contact:
MSN, AIM, PM optional.
