ISOBE, EISHI
INFO
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Stats:
[185 cm]
[73.2 kg]
[Black Hair]
[Black Eyes]
Notable Characteristics:
[Bushy Eyebrows]
[Body riddled with scars, old wounds, and minor burns]
[Uses magnetic jutsus and affinity excessively]
[Possesses a mammoth-sized spear]
[Right arm is missing]
Personality and Ability:
Eishi is incredibly aggressive and uses his strength to intimidate others if he is unsuccessful in charming them. One moment he'll just be this easy-going fellow and the next he'll have you backed up against the wall. Notable negative traits include a pessimistic disposition, paranoia, and a great deal of social anxiety, especially when it comes to initial greetings. Loyal to a fault, Eishi will risk himself for those who he has deemed worthy, but it relatively flippant when it comes to others. Even during worktime at the hospital, Eishi doesn't handle patient care well and is much more akin to acting as a lone ranger in surgeries he is assigned outside of his new personal assistant and spiritual weapon Akane.
Eishi has shown a great deal of self-awareness and can generally read people's attitudes and dispositions fairly well. He has almost an over-reliance on his magnetic and metal affinity, but that reliance has also granted him a very strong grasp of the two elements. Due to his missing arm, his reliance has almost become a crutch, but he seems able to hide it well enough behind an extensive kit he's been able to build for himself. Eishi's abilities in other ninjutsu fields thus far have been particularly lackluster, however. His ability with Genjutsu has also been shown to be exemplary, but underutilized as far as his record goes.
After spending the last few years partying, drinking, and doing a whole lot of bad stuff in the outside world, Eishi has calmed considerably after nearly killing himself by going too hard. Working out his own aggression and childhood trauma, Eishi has seen somewhat of a rebirth. He no longer drinks, does illicit drugs, and only occasionally smokes cigarettes. His anger is now smoldering where it once was a blazing inferno. Eishi has been considerably happier since he changed his lifestyle and decided it was about time to go back to his roots.
General Description:
Short black hair, stylized into his own version of a crew cut and a resting bitch face that could turn milk sour, Eishi isn't a bad looking guy in any notable way. A real smile from him is a rare sight to those outside friends, but a cocky smile or scowl is almost always his default state. Eishi's disposition generally goes between something like unfriendly condescension to amused sedation to all those who interact with him. Unapproachable is probably the aptest description for him, but that didn't mean he isn't one to approach others at his whim and fancy. With his nose still crooked and scaring under the chin evident, anyone who looks at him can see a colorful past is present.
Since his childhood, Eishi has added a number of piecing along his face and body, making him all the more menacing and delinquent. Beyond what is above the neck, Eishi covers his body in the same cloak he's has owned since he first got out of his original home. It has been frayed countless times from both training and fighting, but Eishi has made it a part of his permanent attire and repairs it as necessary. At this point, his attire outside of casualwear might as well have been handmade with the number of additions or straight-up custom parts he has altered from their original design.
Eishi is almost always armed and well equipped. With his history, he was taught early on to always be prepared, and that includes both on his person and wherever he is staying. Eishi wears a lightly armored chest plate under his cloak and has cast the front, back, and sides of his armor in a coil of copper wires. By running electric and magnetic chakra through them, he has created a super-magnetic holster for his weapons that are always within easy reach. At this point, it is well known that the spear he carries is alive through the use of a Tsukumogami contract. It's been stated that half the reason Eishi has been so well received recently despite himself, was the spear that's always nearby.
History:
Gender: Male
Stats:
[185 cm]
[73.2 kg]
[Black Hair]
[Black Eyes]
Notable Characteristics:
[Bushy Eyebrows]
[Body riddled with scars, old wounds, and minor burns]
[Uses magnetic jutsus and affinity excessively]
[Possesses a mammoth-sized spear]
[Right arm is missing]
Personality and Ability:
Eishi is incredibly aggressive and uses his strength to intimidate others if he is unsuccessful in charming them. One moment he'll just be this easy-going fellow and the next he'll have you backed up against the wall. Notable negative traits include a pessimistic disposition, paranoia, and a great deal of social anxiety, especially when it comes to initial greetings. Loyal to a fault, Eishi will risk himself for those who he has deemed worthy, but it relatively flippant when it comes to others. Even during worktime at the hospital, Eishi doesn't handle patient care well and is much more akin to acting as a lone ranger in surgeries he is assigned outside of his new personal assistant and spiritual weapon Akane.
Eishi has shown a great deal of self-awareness and can generally read people's attitudes and dispositions fairly well. He has almost an over-reliance on his magnetic and metal affinity, but that reliance has also granted him a very strong grasp of the two elements. Due to his missing arm, his reliance has almost become a crutch, but he seems able to hide it well enough behind an extensive kit he's been able to build for himself. Eishi's abilities in other ninjutsu fields thus far have been particularly lackluster, however. His ability with Genjutsu has also been shown to be exemplary, but underutilized as far as his record goes.
After spending the last few years partying, drinking, and doing a whole lot of bad stuff in the outside world, Eishi has calmed considerably after nearly killing himself by going too hard. Working out his own aggression and childhood trauma, Eishi has seen somewhat of a rebirth. He no longer drinks, does illicit drugs, and only occasionally smokes cigarettes. His anger is now smoldering where it once was a blazing inferno. Eishi has been considerably happier since he changed his lifestyle and decided it was about time to go back to his roots.
General Description:
Short black hair, stylized into his own version of a crew cut and a resting bitch face that could turn milk sour, Eishi isn't a bad looking guy in any notable way. A real smile from him is a rare sight to those outside friends, but a cocky smile or scowl is almost always his default state. Eishi's disposition generally goes between something like unfriendly condescension to amused sedation to all those who interact with him. Unapproachable is probably the aptest description for him, but that didn't mean he isn't one to approach others at his whim and fancy. With his nose still crooked and scaring under the chin evident, anyone who looks at him can see a colorful past is present.
Since his childhood, Eishi has added a number of piecing along his face and body, making him all the more menacing and delinquent. Beyond what is above the neck, Eishi covers his body in the same cloak he's has owned since he first got out of his original home. It has been frayed countless times from both training and fighting, but Eishi has made it a part of his permanent attire and repairs it as necessary. At this point, his attire outside of casualwear might as well have been handmade with the number of additions or straight-up custom parts he has altered from their original design.
Eishi is almost always armed and well equipped. With his history, he was taught early on to always be prepared, and that includes both on his person and wherever he is staying. Eishi wears a lightly armored chest plate under his cloak and has cast the front, back, and sides of his armor in a coil of copper wires. By running electric and magnetic chakra through them, he has created a super-magnetic holster for his weapons that are always within easy reach. At this point, it is well known that the spear he carries is alive through the use of a Tsukumogami contract. It's been stated that half the reason Eishi has been so well received recently despite himself, was the spear that's always nearby.
History:
“I can’t recall the first time, or rather I don’t remember which one it was. I remember most of them, but none that stand out to me as a 'beginning'”.
Sighing inwardly as I began what I could only imagine was going to be a rather long conversation down a path I really didn’t want to revisit, I reflected on some of those memories for a moment before I could really flush them out of my head. I tried focusing back in on the woman in front of me as she spoke for the second time. I hadn't caught what she said the first time and had asked her to repeat herself.
“Eishi..." She said, putting a hand on my shoulder before retracting it once more as my body instinctively flinched away from the contact. She seemed undisturbed by my rejection as she continued on, "I know this can be a difficult subject to talk about, but it is important that we understand what happened and why.”
This was the first time she had used my name and it startled me enough to look up from my bare feet unconsciously. I stared at this woman for a couple of moments before receding my eyes back down to the floor, letting the silence sit between us for a good ten more seconds as I thought over my answer to her original question. In that momentary hesitation, as I began to ponder what I would say, I was able to digest the appearance of my interviewer. She had turned out to be a rather portly woman who introduced herself as Mio something-or-another when she seemingly materialized into the room while I wasn't looking. Round face with a button nose and glasses that I could swear seemed to make her eyes twice as large as they should've been. Somehow it all came together to give her a rather alien feeling of approachability and kindness that I hadn’t expected. Brushing my wandering thoughts aside, I re-engaged once more into the conversation and slowly drew out another shuddering breath.
“I don’t know… the earliest I think I recall was when I was three or four. Back then they were careful not to leave marks.”
I didn't dare look up to meet her gaze as I continued to pretend my feet were the most interesting things in the world. I was sure all I would see is pity in her eyes and for some reason, my pride couldn't handle that right now. She seemed to be aware of my struggle as I heard her shift in her seat uncomfortably, the scratching on the ground as her chair moved slightly along with the rustling of her clothes as she shifted around gave her away. After it became clear I wasn’t planning on elaborating anymore she continued trying to move this interview forward.
“Who was the one who hurt you the most of your two… Parents?”
I flinched at the question, not because I wasn’t expecting it, but because the way she had said parents made it clear that her opinion of them was likely to be inclined with my own. Though now that I was out of that household and recently had the time to look back in objectively, it should have been fairly obvious how horrible it was compared to what others dealt with growing up. I felt a small sense of pride in the fact that I survived, and more than a little bit of unresolved hatred.
“Mostly the man, my… ‘Mother’ was… Weak?”, I said through gnarled teeth, the anger and bitterness I felt was obvious in my voice. I was able to calm myself a few deep breaths later, enough so that I was able to continue my train of thought, “He would get drunk, and most likely high on Euphorium or something else before falling into a rage. He would find me after that and tell me I was doing something wrong even if it was nonsensical. It would continue until he grew bored or I stopped responding. After the first dozen, I tried not making any noise in hopes that he would get bored faster, but it only seemed to enrage him more as he claimed that I wasn’t learning anything.”
Mio was frozen as I recalled my tale, she asked some more general questions as it pertained to my past. After the fourth question, I was able to put myself into a bit of a trance as I distanced myself from the words, simply recounting the past like it wasn't my own. The interview began to blur into a jumble as I went through the steps, an itch crept through me to bring my mind back to reality, but I made no motion to scratch it, I knew it was just a phantom pain of my right arm.
The itch made me think back to about three days earlier when I had first woken up. The pain was heavy, but so was the medicine they had been pumping into me. I could still feel the drugs in my system making the constant pain I was feeling dull and distant. My mind came back to the present as she asked me a question that made me relapse all over again.
“Eishi, when we found you, you were outside of your home, your body riddled with first and second-degree burns and your arm completely gone, cauterized by the flames. We were able to help others, but overall you were one of the most hurt out of any of the other survivors. None of them know what caused the fire, do you happen to know?”
I stiffened, recalling the vivid memory of my last night in my own living hell. It had been like so many other nights. I had come home from two days spent as far away from the place as I could manage, finding refuge under an overpass and stealing food wherever I could. I knew I was going to get beaten for doing so, but it was better than spending a night where I was just as likely to be beaten while also forced to do chores for the two creatures who dwelled inside.
Once I had steeled myself for whatever came, I went up to the tiny apartment, knowing full well that despite it being eleven in the morning, both of the creatures would be right inside, watching TV, fucking, or getting high. None of them were an appealing prospect, but at least with the first two, they would be distracted and situated. They might not even notice my presence if I was lucky.
That hope was quickly dashed as I entered the apartment through the front door only to be met by a large man in a rather fancy looking business suit. I was going to scurry off before any problem occurred as I suspected this man was some kind of drug dealer or shady loan shark type. He definitely looked the part. Unfortunately, my fears ended up being true as my 'father' came running around the corner, eyes beginning to bulge in frustration, but quickly turning into a lopsided grin as he looked at me. I felt a tingle crawl up my spine as I looked into his crazed and dull eyes. He made a quick glance towards the well-dressed man and smiled at him in what I could only describe as maybe the slimmest of grins.
“This is the one. Young, willing to work, and obedient just like you wanted”, my ’father' nearly screamed in excitement as he rubbed his two hands together, “Now about our deal?...”
The well dressed put his hand up towards my 'father' signaling him to shut up as he walked over to me and gave me the once-over. Lifting my arms up over my head and holding them in place with one hand before turning me over and lifting my shirt to examining the scars on my body. He seemed to be disappointed with what he saw as he let me go haphazardly.
“This child isn’t very well maintained… well, that can be fixed.” The well-dressed man seemingly said to himself before turning around back towards ‘the man’ of the house. “He’ll do, but not at the original price agreed upon. He’s damaged and it’ll take a minute to fill him out to be useful to us”.
My ‘father’ seemed to sputter at his words but seemingly held himself back, probably realizing the well-dressed man in front of him was someone not to be fucked with. He let go of whatever he was going to say after thinking it over for half a second before coming to some decision as he nodded his head. I don’t know what the decision was at that point as I was already gone. I knew full well if I went with that man, it was likely to be a fate even worse than what I had to deal with in this home.
I passed my mother, too high, and drugged out of her mind to even notice the other living beings around her. I had no hope of going to her for help, so I didn't even bother to try as I ran by. Before I could think my plan through all the way, I was already running towards the master bedroom. I had been here long enough to know of a few hidey holes around the apartment building and one, in particular, was the air vent located near the bottom of their closet which connected to the other rooms in the building. It wasn’t very big, but I knew from experience that I could still barely fit into it enough to at least escape into the maintenance room one floor down where most of the buildings water, plumbing, and other such services. In recent years it had been converted into a Euphorium den that no one in the building was unaware of going down underneath their feet. Grom what Eishi had seen, everyone had seemed to be profiting for allowing it to stay undisturbed.
Even now, I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I don’t want to think about what happened next, but I couldn’t stop myself from remembering what happened as I exited the vent. The voices above me had just realized what I had done and where I currently was. I could already hear them running out the door and down the stairs by the time the deed had already been set into motion. Quickly, I dashed back over to the vent as I heard them open the door to the basement. I was halfway back up the vent when the deafening explosion came and I blacked out only to wake up in a hospital bed.
It wasn’t until a few days later when I came to that I found out the extent of the damage. The apartment building was gone, burned to the ground from a chemical explosion that rocked the very foundation causing the building to topple over on itself. I had been told I was able to avoid most of the damage within the sturdied vent. It had apparently been what had saved me from the explosion, but it still claimed my arm and a lot of my skin. The damage to the apartment was catastrophic, however. Of the one hundred or so people who had lived there, ninety-two had died.
I felt guilty for a time, but it was soon replaced with feelings of joy and ecstasy as I finally tasted real freedom for the first time in my life. The deaths of those two particular demons gave me an immense sense of liberation, and yet, why did it feel like such a pyrrhic victory? Whatever. It would afford me the ability to suppress the guilt I had felt at those who had died at least.
Coming back to the interview, I reflected on that night once more in my head. It had only been about fifteen seconds since she asked the question, but it felt so much longer in my head as I replayed those memories over and over again. I could tell her the truth, tell her what happened in all its honesty, but where does that lead? I may be young, but I don’t doubt they will hold me somewhere for the death of nearly one hundred people. I had just gained my freedom with the death of those two monsters and I wasn’t about to lose it again to some bureaucracy.
“I don’t know. I remember sleeping and suddenly I heard a loud explosion and then… Nothing. I remember waking up in the hospital bed, my right arm itchy and a dull ache in my shoulder.” I lied, no hesitation in my voice.
There were a few more formative questions to go through, but in the end, they simply let me go. I was quickly picked up by the local orphanage, but it became apparent pretty quickly, that my appearance and demeanor had set me apart from others. Good, I don’t need them is what I lied to myself back then as my days of pain and abuse morphed into those of apathy and neglect.
Just keep going on Eishi, someday you’ll be happy. I said in mantra to myself as I slowly drifted into what I could only pray was a dreamless sleep.
Sighing inwardly as I began what I could only imagine was going to be a rather long conversation down a path I really didn’t want to revisit, I reflected on some of those memories for a moment before I could really flush them out of my head. I tried focusing back in on the woman in front of me as she spoke for the second time. I hadn't caught what she said the first time and had asked her to repeat herself.
“Eishi..." She said, putting a hand on my shoulder before retracting it once more as my body instinctively flinched away from the contact. She seemed undisturbed by my rejection as she continued on, "I know this can be a difficult subject to talk about, but it is important that we understand what happened and why.”
This was the first time she had used my name and it startled me enough to look up from my bare feet unconsciously. I stared at this woman for a couple of moments before receding my eyes back down to the floor, letting the silence sit between us for a good ten more seconds as I thought over my answer to her original question. In that momentary hesitation, as I began to ponder what I would say, I was able to digest the appearance of my interviewer. She had turned out to be a rather portly woman who introduced herself as Mio something-or-another when she seemingly materialized into the room while I wasn't looking. Round face with a button nose and glasses that I could swear seemed to make her eyes twice as large as they should've been. Somehow it all came together to give her a rather alien feeling of approachability and kindness that I hadn’t expected. Brushing my wandering thoughts aside, I re-engaged once more into the conversation and slowly drew out another shuddering breath.
“I don’t know… the earliest I think I recall was when I was three or four. Back then they were careful not to leave marks.”
I didn't dare look up to meet her gaze as I continued to pretend my feet were the most interesting things in the world. I was sure all I would see is pity in her eyes and for some reason, my pride couldn't handle that right now. She seemed to be aware of my struggle as I heard her shift in her seat uncomfortably, the scratching on the ground as her chair moved slightly along with the rustling of her clothes as she shifted around gave her away. After it became clear I wasn’t planning on elaborating anymore she continued trying to move this interview forward.
“Who was the one who hurt you the most of your two… Parents?”
I flinched at the question, not because I wasn’t expecting it, but because the way she had said parents made it clear that her opinion of them was likely to be inclined with my own. Though now that I was out of that household and recently had the time to look back in objectively, it should have been fairly obvious how horrible it was compared to what others dealt with growing up. I felt a small sense of pride in the fact that I survived, and more than a little bit of unresolved hatred.
“Mostly the man, my… ‘Mother’ was… Weak?”, I said through gnarled teeth, the anger and bitterness I felt was obvious in my voice. I was able to calm myself a few deep breaths later, enough so that I was able to continue my train of thought, “He would get drunk, and most likely high on Euphorium or something else before falling into a rage. He would find me after that and tell me I was doing something wrong even if it was nonsensical. It would continue until he grew bored or I stopped responding. After the first dozen, I tried not making any noise in hopes that he would get bored faster, but it only seemed to enrage him more as he claimed that I wasn’t learning anything.”
Mio was frozen as I recalled my tale, she asked some more general questions as it pertained to my past. After the fourth question, I was able to put myself into a bit of a trance as I distanced myself from the words, simply recounting the past like it wasn't my own. The interview began to blur into a jumble as I went through the steps, an itch crept through me to bring my mind back to reality, but I made no motion to scratch it, I knew it was just a phantom pain of my right arm.
The itch made me think back to about three days earlier when I had first woken up. The pain was heavy, but so was the medicine they had been pumping into me. I could still feel the drugs in my system making the constant pain I was feeling dull and distant. My mind came back to the present as she asked me a question that made me relapse all over again.
“Eishi, when we found you, you were outside of your home, your body riddled with first and second-degree burns and your arm completely gone, cauterized by the flames. We were able to help others, but overall you were one of the most hurt out of any of the other survivors. None of them know what caused the fire, do you happen to know?”
I stiffened, recalling the vivid memory of my last night in my own living hell. It had been like so many other nights. I had come home from two days spent as far away from the place as I could manage, finding refuge under an overpass and stealing food wherever I could. I knew I was going to get beaten for doing so, but it was better than spending a night where I was just as likely to be beaten while also forced to do chores for the two creatures who dwelled inside.
Once I had steeled myself for whatever came, I went up to the tiny apartment, knowing full well that despite it being eleven in the morning, both of the creatures would be right inside, watching TV, fucking, or getting high. None of them were an appealing prospect, but at least with the first two, they would be distracted and situated. They might not even notice my presence if I was lucky.
That hope was quickly dashed as I entered the apartment through the front door only to be met by a large man in a rather fancy looking business suit. I was going to scurry off before any problem occurred as I suspected this man was some kind of drug dealer or shady loan shark type. He definitely looked the part. Unfortunately, my fears ended up being true as my 'father' came running around the corner, eyes beginning to bulge in frustration, but quickly turning into a lopsided grin as he looked at me. I felt a tingle crawl up my spine as I looked into his crazed and dull eyes. He made a quick glance towards the well-dressed man and smiled at him in what I could only describe as maybe the slimmest of grins.
“This is the one. Young, willing to work, and obedient just like you wanted”, my ’father' nearly screamed in excitement as he rubbed his two hands together, “Now about our deal?...”
The well dressed put his hand up towards my 'father' signaling him to shut up as he walked over to me and gave me the once-over. Lifting my arms up over my head and holding them in place with one hand before turning me over and lifting my shirt to examining the scars on my body. He seemed to be disappointed with what he saw as he let me go haphazardly.
“This child isn’t very well maintained… well, that can be fixed.” The well-dressed man seemingly said to himself before turning around back towards ‘the man’ of the house. “He’ll do, but not at the original price agreed upon. He’s damaged and it’ll take a minute to fill him out to be useful to us”.
My ‘father’ seemed to sputter at his words but seemingly held himself back, probably realizing the well-dressed man in front of him was someone not to be fucked with. He let go of whatever he was going to say after thinking it over for half a second before coming to some decision as he nodded his head. I don’t know what the decision was at that point as I was already gone. I knew full well if I went with that man, it was likely to be a fate even worse than what I had to deal with in this home.
I passed my mother, too high, and drugged out of her mind to even notice the other living beings around her. I had no hope of going to her for help, so I didn't even bother to try as I ran by. Before I could think my plan through all the way, I was already running towards the master bedroom. I had been here long enough to know of a few hidey holes around the apartment building and one, in particular, was the air vent located near the bottom of their closet which connected to the other rooms in the building. It wasn’t very big, but I knew from experience that I could still barely fit into it enough to at least escape into the maintenance room one floor down where most of the buildings water, plumbing, and other such services. In recent years it had been converted into a Euphorium den that no one in the building was unaware of going down underneath their feet. Grom what Eishi had seen, everyone had seemed to be profiting for allowing it to stay undisturbed.
Even now, I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I don’t want to think about what happened next, but I couldn’t stop myself from remembering what happened as I exited the vent. The voices above me had just realized what I had done and where I currently was. I could already hear them running out the door and down the stairs by the time the deed had already been set into motion. Quickly, I dashed back over to the vent as I heard them open the door to the basement. I was halfway back up the vent when the deafening explosion came and I blacked out only to wake up in a hospital bed.
It wasn’t until a few days later when I came to that I found out the extent of the damage. The apartment building was gone, burned to the ground from a chemical explosion that rocked the very foundation causing the building to topple over on itself. I had been told I was able to avoid most of the damage within the sturdied vent. It had apparently been what had saved me from the explosion, but it still claimed my arm and a lot of my skin. The damage to the apartment was catastrophic, however. Of the one hundred or so people who had lived there, ninety-two had died.
I felt guilty for a time, but it was soon replaced with feelings of joy and ecstasy as I finally tasted real freedom for the first time in my life. The deaths of those two particular demons gave me an immense sense of liberation, and yet, why did it feel like such a pyrrhic victory? Whatever. It would afford me the ability to suppress the guilt I had felt at those who had died at least.
Coming back to the interview, I reflected on that night once more in my head. It had only been about fifteen seconds since she asked the question, but it felt so much longer in my head as I replayed those memories over and over again. I could tell her the truth, tell her what happened in all its honesty, but where does that lead? I may be young, but I don’t doubt they will hold me somewhere for the death of nearly one hundred people. I had just gained my freedom with the death of those two monsters and I wasn’t about to lose it again to some bureaucracy.
“I don’t know. I remember sleeping and suddenly I heard a loud explosion and then… Nothing. I remember waking up in the hospital bed, my right arm itchy and a dull ache in my shoulder.” I lied, no hesitation in my voice.
There were a few more formative questions to go through, but in the end, they simply let me go. I was quickly picked up by the local orphanage, but it became apparent pretty quickly, that my appearance and demeanor had set me apart from others. Good, I don’t need them is what I lied to myself back then as my days of pain and abuse morphed into those of apathy and neglect.
Just keep going on Eishi, someday you’ll be happy. I said in mantra to myself as I slowly drifted into what I could only pray was a dreamless sleep.
AKANE
INFO
Age: 6 Years
Stats:
[187 cm]
[176 kg]
[Black Hair]
[Grey Eyes]
Notable Characteristics:
[Spear true form]
[Metalic Body]
[Conducts heat and electricity efficiently]
[L arm is ethereal]
Personality:
Filled with memories not her own, Akane inherited a lot of what it was that made Eishi, Eishi. His limited life experiences, beliefs, and strong emotions being at the forefront. Though most of the useful wisdom he had given her was tainted by his own biases, she has still found it helpful in forging her own sense of self and what she believed in. While Akane shares a lot of quirks with that of her creator, especially that of his sharp wit and even sharper mouth, she is also cautious, calculating and observant. Unlike her more hot-headed and tightly wound partner, she has shown to have a higher degree of compassion for others.
Despite her hard looks and tone, Akane has been shown to be much more agreeable to deal with than Eishi. This fact has left her to become somewhat of a mouthpiece in place of Eishi, who, much to the bemusement of the man himself, genuinely liked the barrier of entry she posed to others when he isn't in a mood to entertain them. If nothing else, she's popular enough on her own with or without him around.
Even from a distance, it's obvious Akane and Eishi are close, much like that of squabbling siblings. The two have strong personalities and stubborn attitudes that constantly conflict with one another. Regardless of the constant fighting, the two generally have a great amount of respect and synergy between the two of them. Eishi will generally end up going wild, taking the lead while Akane ends up having to be the grown-up and reel the duo back from the brink. The fact that it's the weapon that has to be the mature one of the two has not escaped either's notice. Regardless of her current allotment in life, she feels content with her current life.
General Description:
Standing at an impressive 187 centimeters tall, Akane's spiritual form looked almost entirely human. The only giveaway that she is anything but is the unnatural eye color she possesses, the sound of metal creaking as she moves, and the ethereal left arm dipping in and out of reality. From a distance and to anyone mundane enough, she looked like a very attractive young woman with an ice-cold demeanor. Having many features similar to her Creator, there is a presumed assumption that the two are siblings whenever they happen to be together. With long black hair and a piercing gaze, the idea that she could be an older sister to a kid this unlovable wasn't too much of a stretch for anyone. Much like a mirror to that of her creator, her left arm is ethereal, taking a good deal of concentration on her part to form into a solid mass.
Akane is usually seen either wearing her armor or a combination of under armor garments. Having no concept of hot or cold unless placed under extreme temperatures and the fact she couldn't sweat even if she tried, there is little rhyme or reason for her choice of clothes outside of comfort and personal choice. Eishi himself couldn't give two shits what his spear wears in its human form so long as it wasn't an embarrassment to him.
History:
Well before Akane awoken as a Tsukumogami, she began simply as formless spirit metals. Given to Eishi in lieu of an actual weapon, her first form was little more than a crudely made pig sticker tied to a wooden shaft by a young and inexperienced Eishi. But as time went on, Akane always seemed to be a work in progress as small things were added, removed, and modified to perfection. Thus, slowly but surely Akane was transformed into a brutal tool of war with an aura of bloodlust you just couldn't imitate. Simply the amount of blood, sweat, time, and money that had been put into perfecting Akane over the years had ended up accruing enough debt that Eishi had to take out a lean on his house.
After about six years of tweaking, the spear was less a spear and more a dragon harpoon. The shaft itself is ten times heavier than what a spear of the same length would weigh and it was balanced to near perfection with its massive head. After a while, Eishi figured he needed to do something to get past the bottleneck in the efficiency he was currently finding himself stuck at. From that point, Eishi started brainstorming up ideas to see how far he could truly push his weapon's power beyond the limit.
As his plans became more and more tangible in his mind, Eishi finally stumbled on what would eventually be his path to truly bring his creation to life. It was a rash and foolish decision by a young kid, literally bounding his mortal soul for a power increase. But seeing as no one seemed intent on stopping him and some even encouraging him, there was little room for hesitation and regret. Regardless, Eishi went through with the painful process of learning the art of Kensei making. In the end, he succeeded, only slightly messing up the ritual by infusing more than half of his soul into his spear thus leaving him weakened and vulnerable.
Not one to miss an opportunity, Eishi was quick to rush headfirst into danger as he attempted to contract the masked god Manahime, only to be sideswiped by a thickening plot between his old neighbors and a nasty necromancer intent on stealing hundreds of their ghosty souls, along with Eishi's as well. Being weakened from his earlier soul splitting endeavors, Eishi was smart enough to bring along one of his few trusted confidants, Suika. Little to say about the matter, Suika ended up being incredibly helpful and was suitably rewarded as such for her assistance. None-the-less, Eishi ended up as the biggest winner of the night, achieving exactly what he wanted as he was able to awaken his Kensei ancestral weapon into a Tsukumogami without having to compromise on too many of his goals. Ecstatic as he was at first, Eishi was quick to realize sharing a majority of his soul with his willful creation wasn't proving to be as useful as he thought the master-servant relationship would end up being.
Stats:
[187 cm]
[176 kg]
[Black Hair]
[Grey Eyes]
Notable Characteristics:
[Spear true form]
[Metalic Body]
[Conducts heat and electricity efficiently]
[L arm is ethereal]
Personality:
Filled with memories not her own, Akane inherited a lot of what it was that made Eishi, Eishi. His limited life experiences, beliefs, and strong emotions being at the forefront. Though most of the useful wisdom he had given her was tainted by his own biases, she has still found it helpful in forging her own sense of self and what she believed in. While Akane shares a lot of quirks with that of her creator, especially that of his sharp wit and even sharper mouth, she is also cautious, calculating and observant. Unlike her more hot-headed and tightly wound partner, she has shown to have a higher degree of compassion for others.
Despite her hard looks and tone, Akane has been shown to be much more agreeable to deal with than Eishi. This fact has left her to become somewhat of a mouthpiece in place of Eishi, who, much to the bemusement of the man himself, genuinely liked the barrier of entry she posed to others when he isn't in a mood to entertain them. If nothing else, she's popular enough on her own with or without him around.
Even from a distance, it's obvious Akane and Eishi are close, much like that of squabbling siblings. The two have strong personalities and stubborn attitudes that constantly conflict with one another. Regardless of the constant fighting, the two generally have a great amount of respect and synergy between the two of them. Eishi will generally end up going wild, taking the lead while Akane ends up having to be the grown-up and reel the duo back from the brink. The fact that it's the weapon that has to be the mature one of the two has not escaped either's notice. Regardless of her current allotment in life, she feels content with her current life.
General Description:
Standing at an impressive 187 centimeters tall, Akane's spiritual form looked almost entirely human. The only giveaway that she is anything but is the unnatural eye color she possesses, the sound of metal creaking as she moves, and the ethereal left arm dipping in and out of reality. From a distance and to anyone mundane enough, she looked like a very attractive young woman with an ice-cold demeanor. Having many features similar to her Creator, there is a presumed assumption that the two are siblings whenever they happen to be together. With long black hair and a piercing gaze, the idea that she could be an older sister to a kid this unlovable wasn't too much of a stretch for anyone. Much like a mirror to that of her creator, her left arm is ethereal, taking a good deal of concentration on her part to form into a solid mass.
Akane is usually seen either wearing her armor or a combination of under armor garments. Having no concept of hot or cold unless placed under extreme temperatures and the fact she couldn't sweat even if she tried, there is little rhyme or reason for her choice of clothes outside of comfort and personal choice. Eishi himself couldn't give two shits what his spear wears in its human form so long as it wasn't an embarrassment to him.
History:
Well before Akane awoken as a Tsukumogami, she began simply as formless spirit metals. Given to Eishi in lieu of an actual weapon, her first form was little more than a crudely made pig sticker tied to a wooden shaft by a young and inexperienced Eishi. But as time went on, Akane always seemed to be a work in progress as small things were added, removed, and modified to perfection. Thus, slowly but surely Akane was transformed into a brutal tool of war with an aura of bloodlust you just couldn't imitate. Simply the amount of blood, sweat, time, and money that had been put into perfecting Akane over the years had ended up accruing enough debt that Eishi had to take out a lean on his house.
After about six years of tweaking, the spear was less a spear and more a dragon harpoon. The shaft itself is ten times heavier than what a spear of the same length would weigh and it was balanced to near perfection with its massive head. After a while, Eishi figured he needed to do something to get past the bottleneck in the efficiency he was currently finding himself stuck at. From that point, Eishi started brainstorming up ideas to see how far he could truly push his weapon's power beyond the limit.
As his plans became more and more tangible in his mind, Eishi finally stumbled on what would eventually be his path to truly bring his creation to life. It was a rash and foolish decision by a young kid, literally bounding his mortal soul for a power increase. But seeing as no one seemed intent on stopping him and some even encouraging him, there was little room for hesitation and regret. Regardless, Eishi went through with the painful process of learning the art of Kensei making. In the end, he succeeded, only slightly messing up the ritual by infusing more than half of his soul into his spear thus leaving him weakened and vulnerable.
Not one to miss an opportunity, Eishi was quick to rush headfirst into danger as he attempted to contract the masked god Manahime, only to be sideswiped by a thickening plot between his old neighbors and a nasty necromancer intent on stealing hundreds of their ghosty souls, along with Eishi's as well. Being weakened from his earlier soul splitting endeavors, Eishi was smart enough to bring along one of his few trusted confidants, Suika. Little to say about the matter, Suika ended up being incredibly helpful and was suitably rewarded as such for her assistance. None-the-less, Eishi ended up as the biggest winner of the night, achieving exactly what he wanted as he was able to awaken his Kensei ancestral weapon into a Tsukumogami without having to compromise on too many of his goals. Ecstatic as he was at first, Eishi was quick to realize sharing a majority of his soul with his willful creation wasn't proving to be as useful as he thought the master-servant relationship would end up being.
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