Blue(right) Red(left)Hair Color/Style:
Black and white, yin and yang style. Medium length.Complexion:
multi coloured eyes and hair, pierced left ear, twin tattoos under eyes. Odd sense of fashion.Picture
Has a split personality. One side of him is kind, cheerful, energetic, positive, forgiving, basically the perfect 'good' person. The other side to his personality however is cruel, manipulative, sarcastic, aggressive, and anything 'evil.' These two sides know of each others existence, and are able to mentally communicate with each other. They do not usually get along very well, but there are rare occasions where they do agree on something, one thing they agree on is to not trust anyone but themselves.Sexuality:
split personality, sometimes speaks in older words. History:
Ryoku knows nothing of his birth, nor the beginning six years of his life. He had always lived alone, on the streets, scavenging for food, clothing anything he needed to keep him alive. He was eventually taken in by a kind older couple and lived happily with them for a little while, around three months or so. The reason he fled, for he had indeed fled, being called a monster, and chased out by the residence of the village he had lived in for as long as he could remember.
He then lived on the side of the road, middle of nowhere, hitchhiking, trying to get as far as he could. He ended up in a small city, and he managed to get small jobs in random places, earning enough money to travel to a different country, where he did the same thing, becoming a world traveler.
He discovered his abilities by accident while he traveled by foot from a small out of town airport to the city. He had imagined himself a nice bike, and it randomly appeared in front of him. He had stopped and stared wide eyed at it, before grabbing his head and falling to his knees, hearing a strange voice in his head, telling him all kinds of hateful, spiteful and cruel things about him. He lost control of his body, and the voice took over, Ryoku blacking out. when he regain control he stood in the town, in a tavern, a dead man at his feet, and a pistol in his hand.
Naturally he tossed the weapon aside and ran away, again fleeing the city, and the country. He now resides in Karakura town, and is looking for some work, to be able to afford to continue his world travel. He now has fairly good control over his abilities, though if he doesn't concentrate properly he still can't guaranty it will come out properly. ~Special Ability~
(For special humans only no more than 3 to begin with more can be learnt later on via the new technique board)Name:
Genjitsu o sakusei [created reality]Descriptions:
The ability to Make anything the user imagines into reality. Can turn any of the users thoughts, so long as they can be turned into a solid object, and make them real. They will be the size he imagined them, and if no size is imagined it is completely random. He can only create five medium sized objects per post, and can only have a maximum of twenty out at once. each individual created object lasts for four posts before dissipating.Duration:
Sai haichi suru [rearrange]Descriptions:
The ability to change the shape and composition of the users own body. Allowing them to make themselves stronger, larger, thinner, smaller, even change genders, or to blend in or hide. Can fully change their entire body to look, and have the physical abilities of someone else. Once activated can change as much as they want during the duration.Duration:
5 posts~Other Information~
Always has a pair of nun-chucks on his back beneath his shirt, and is quite proficient with them.~Rp Sample~
Ryoku walked down the small ramp from the tiny plane, thanking the pilot as he went down. He sighed as he walked along the gravel runway of the tiny private airstrip, wishing he had spent a little more on a plane that landed in town instead of two kilometers outside of it. He sighed again, as he continued, now on the dirt road leading into the town. He mentally pictured himself a bike, a nice red bike, perfectly his size, and he sighed again, knowing he could never get it.
As he continued to image it, and picture it in his mind he felt an odd sensation take hold of him, and then the bike shimmered into life before him, and he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at it incredulously. He walked up to it and studied it, and laughed slightly, it matched perfectly to the one he had been imagining a second before. He reached out and touched one of the handlebars, making sure he wasn't imagining it was here, when it was really just a trick of his mind. Not far off there Ryoku.
Ryoku heard this voice in his head, and grabbed at his head, which was on fire with pain. He inhaled sharply, each breath sawing in his chest, echoing the pain he felt in his head. Who, or what, are you, and what are you doing in my head?
The thing in his mind chuckled. I'm you fool, you darker half, your darker side.
Ryoku blinked several times. What do you want with me now?
again Ryoku's other side laughed. I want the body!
It shouted in his mind, nearly knocking him out, He managed to hold on for a little, but then his vision started to blur, and everything starting going dark. The last thing he heard was his other side laughing inside his brain.
Ryoku woke up standing in the center of a bar, a dead man laying on the ground at his feet, bleeding from three individual gunshot wounds. Ryoku backed away from the corpse, frightened, not understanding anything. He then noticed a weight in his right hand, and he brought it into his line of site, and nearly screamed. His eyes flew open wide and he tossed the gun, only to have it vanish in the air.
Ryoku ran out of the building, tears of fear streaming down his face as he flew past pedestrians, most people staring after him, watching the oddly dressed teenager fleeing down the street, shirt drenched in blood, tears flying off of his face. He stopped and turned into an alley, leaning against the wall, hands gripping his dual coloured hair, tears streaming from his wide eyes, overall he looked like shit.Why is this happening to me? What is happening to me?
He heard a silent chuckle, come from deep within his mind. Your doing only what comes natural to you. Surviving, alone. You are an outcast, and you will never fit in, with anyone, anywhere.
Ryoku didn't want to believe him at first, but he slowly started to realize the truth in his words. He sat there as the day fading into the night, and only then did he get up. He wandered down to a stream and washed his clothes, and body off in it's murky waters.
Later that same day he was already on his way to his next destination, knowing that if he stuck around he would only be caught for his crime. And that was definitely against his goals. "Survival, sounds so easy, yet is one of the most difficult things to do."
He looked up at the bright midday sun and smirked, shouldering his pack once more he continued down life's road, knowing he would eventually reach his destination.