Shinigami - Aeon Amagane - [B-2] May 15, 2012 16:46:52 GMT -5
Post by atlacia on May 15, 2012 16:46:52 GMT -5
Name: Aeon Amagane
Actual Age: 160
Appearing Age: 16
Aeon is a boy with eyes as green as emeralds. His looks almost exactly like his sister's except the fact he is a boy. His face is more masculine, with a hint of femininity to it. His face is a bit longer than hers, but still holds the same smooth skin. The same shape of the eyes, his being slightly more narrow and more suspicious than hers. His lips are rarely with a smile and his face often looks dead to the world. As well he looks very angry all the time, especially when his sister is not around. He looks relatively annoyed all the time towards the world.
Skin a nice peach, it contrasts his dark-ish hair. His height is a good six inches taller than his sister and he weighs relatively 20 pounds heavier than her. His build is rather sinewy and though he does not look like he has a lot of muscle mass, he has bound them during training. With a well-toned look beneath clothing, his training obviously has been working well. A nice body altogether he seems to take care of himself.
Oddly enough, his hair is long and pulled back in a small ponytail.; the length tiny with his somewhat-wavy hair. The color is a gentle honey-blond with darker streaks through it. On some days, his hair can be straighter. It all depends on when he showers and when he sleeps on his messy or clean-cut hair.
His outfit is the traditional outfit all shinigami wear. His is worn just as everyone else's. The black over white with the sandals to complete his ensemble. The size is perfect for him. At his side, he wears his zanpakutou. A hand almost always resting on it as he walks. He looks constant ready to battle.
Not one to take things lightly, Aeon is incredibly serious. This man has little to say and when he does, it's something rather blunt or rude. A lot of times, Aeon is seen as arrogant or cocky and at times, he can be. He is not the type to hesitate to fight, but he is one who will have a plan. He is not as rash as his sister and yet in his own way he is rash. He never hesitates to speak his mind when he sees something wrong with a picture. His words could use some tact as he bluntly states something to the point it can hurt.
Underneath the anger, Aeon is a knight in shining armor type. He is quick to the rescue and quicker to help when needed. His sister is always first in his mind and he would do anything to be with her. She is the apple of his eye and the quickest thing to make him angry. Seeing anyone picking on her or hurting her in some way enrages the man. He indeed will 'see red' if his sister is in trouble. He's almost always at her side as her protector, her bodyguard. Even though she doesn't know, nor does he, that they are twins, he still has feelings for her. Their resemblance is even a foreign idea in their little fantasy world. To both they seem to believe they're just friends, but both know they're more.
Aeon is very emotional, but his first reaction is anger. He gets upset to the point he has to punch walls and break things. From a distance, he watches Nyx, and though it's kind of stalkerish, he doesn't care. He feels a constant pull towards her that he wonders if she feels as well. He is often deep in thought and curious as to how things works. He likes to exercise his mind in games and challenges. He searches to take down those who confront him in unique ways. Life is a challenge, he often sees multiple approaches to the same problem and he tries to take the path less traveled.
Aeon has multiple personality disorder. Mentally there is two of him, the two always conflicting. Though the other him doesn't usually take control, when it does Aeon remembers nothing of what had happened. This alternate personality calls itself 'Impede'. The two entities are in constant battle for who is in control of the body they dwell in.
This man is almost completely different from Aeon. Impede is a sadistic monster who loves nothing more than pain and suffering. A masochistic being who loves nothing more than to hurt others and get hurt himself. His mental tenancies are set mainly on destruction and pain. A wild look always in his eyes and a smile on his face. The man is the equivalent of a serial killer in his actions.
All emotional attachment is thrown away. The man, not having the kind of intelligence to understand emotions, will attack anyone. Any sort of reaction from Aeon that throws him off his guard, Impede takes. He's the type to take advantage of the moment, the more you cry, the happier he feels. Blood is the sweetest of tastes on his lips and mixed with despair it's the most fine cuisine he's ever indulged in.
He is a cruel being and uses words, actions or whatever he can to kill or harm his opponent. A hard person to deal with, he is the greatest danger about himself and Nyx knows nothing about him. He is a secret that Aeon never plans to mention, but when Impede is in control he will speak his name as Impede when asked.
Aeon was born the older of the twins. His little sister was always the hard-headed, rash one who often got in trouble. Meanwhile, he was the intelligent one who kept to himself. Even as a child, he was more anti-social than her, constantly scolding her on the actions she took. Compared to him, she was always in trouble; constantly getting yelled at and sternly get reprimanded. On the other hand, Aeon was already working on reading and creating. His spare time was spent doing the stuff most kids hated. He was never one to fight with his mother, even with the chores, more often than not he would do Nyx's as well as she had a tenancy to neglect her own chores and slack off.
Aeon never wandered far from his sister. Even as she got involved with the wrong people, he was there trying to pull her away. He was there to wipe her tears and he was a pillar of strength. It seemed in turn, that Nyx would always keep Aeon company. Most other kids avoided him because he was 'weird' and yet Nyx would never abandon him. The two were inseparable and both very attached to one another. They slept in the same room, did their work together and even played together at home. Though they were so different, they never realized it.
As her stealing started, Aeon was on the reverse end of the discipline stick. A rather intelligent lad, he always knew what to do, except when it came to his sister. Meanwhile, Nyx seemed to start becoming a delinquent. She was most often in trouble. It all started when she met the gang; Rei, Sasu and Dasui. The group of bad children always getting in trouble. There were a few times that Aeon feared he might lose his sister. He confronted her when they turned 7, but she didn't listen. In fact she got mad at him and yelled, saying he was trying to change who she was. Aeon was dumbstruck and could only speak after she had stormed off, "No.. I want to save you from what you're becoming."
Reaching eight years old, they had started school. Though they were a bit older than some kids, they proceeded to excel (well mainly Aeon). The years were passing by and he was slowly pulled further away from his sister. Though it hurt him, he was often too swamped in work and chores to do anything about it. When he finally caught up, she was often asleep. Aeon simply curled up next to her and sighed, trying to ignore how stressed he felt. He felt the strain mainly from not being able to talk to her about how he felt; his worries about her.
As they got older, Nyx started dating Dasui. Aeon had protested from the start, but instead of confronting her about it, he took the gentle-manly way about it. He let her make her own decisions and mistakes. After all, he was not made to run her life. For a while they drifted apart and Aeon hurt internally. His sister was being taken by a man who was carelessly flaunting around town. Aeon never knew much about Dasui, but each encounter with the devil left Aeon wanting to punch his face in. There was always that feeling he just didn't like him. What his sister saw in him, he didn't know and even as he saw the man flirting with another woman, he restrained himself. Which would hurt more? Telling her and her not believing him anyways or simply letting her put the puzzle together herself? His decision had no time to be made.
Aeon was recruited into fighting. Being 'old enough' to fight, he was taken from his family and put into training. He said nothing to Nyx before he left, simply leaving her a letter to state he loved her upon their bed and a good-hearted farewell to his mother, he was off. He kind of hoped he never had to return home. He never wanted to see Nyx again, it still hurt mentally. She made him so mad with her oblivious streak. Why couldn't she see he was trying to help her? It seemed that she was simply full-out stupid sometimes, yet Aeon worked hard to stay alive.
After he received a letter for a break, he half-grudgingly went home. Part of him feared that he would get in a fight with that man. He would lose everything he had worked for if that was the case. He couldn't do that to the family.
His trip home was one he had mixed feelings about. On one hand that man was no longer around, but on the other hand he was barely out of the office when his sister half tackled him. She sobbed soft apologies and explained what had happened. So the man HAD been using Nyx. It stirred up a fire in his soul, he hoped that Dasui burned in the deepest depths of hell. His arms wrapped around his sister, despite being in public, and she was pulled into a deep and warm embrace. He was dead, that man, so everything would be okay. As well, Nyx had began repentance for her wild actions and delinquency. Aeon was half over-joyed.
The few weeks he had before he had to leave again, were the happiest he had in a while. His sister never left his side and the spark between them had returned. It seemed being with her made him feel complete and he felt odd when she said the same things. Aeon responded, "Well we are half of a whole." Though he had been teasing partially, secretly he believed it to be true. His sister was the only thing that gave him light and the last good-bye was a bitter one. Seeing his sister in tears inwardly and yet she smiled to keep from hurting him... Aeon, himself almost cried. Neither knew this was the last good-bye and yet there was an ominous feeling for it.
"Behave, Nyx." Were his words before he left her and turned to go back and await his company. As a group of others met up, they marched out, their destination was for a location far from there.
As Aeon worked with his new friends, he began to become more acquainted with them. Unfortunately, not even a month later, there was a revolt. The resistance was unexpected and the small platoon was overwhelmed. Half of them wiped out and the other half taken as prisoners. Five members were with Aeon as he was knocked out and dragged off to a base for interrogation. This group that worked on their own goals.
There was a good year of living like a prisoner with no weapons. A previous uprising in the prisoners had left them with three in their group. Aeon's best friend in the group was the one who kept him from being rash. Tensions were high but as he reminded, "You want to go home to her, right?" His constant reminder and support kept all three going as the days went by and each one felt the torture getting to their skinny bodies. The camp was hell and there was no escape as there were too many guards around the area and if one came near, they would shoot. Such tension had created an alternate Aeon, some of his friends said. On occasion, he would lash out and become simply crazy. Aeon had no memory or idea of what they were talking about.
Time passed and the decision had to be made. Tired of taking care of the prisoners and with no information as they asked, the leader walked to the boys and stared down hard at the men. Giving them their last chance, the boys still refused to talk. They were cut down, Aeon the last one there as his eyes bore hate at the man. He simply scoffed and called him pathetic before sooner than he could react, Aeon was sliced down too. Intense pain shot through his body and his mouth let out a final shout. Black filled his eyes and then there was nothing, like falling asleep. A peacefulness and yet regret mingled in. His sister.. he would never see her again. Panic flooded him in his last minutes and he could recall nothing for a good amount of time.
When he awoke, he was simply a spirit. An odd look on his face while he tried to decipher what had happened. He was not him and yet he was? What happened to his body? It was rather confusing, being a soul ted to earth. However, at least he could go see his sister again.. or so he thought.
A man found him upon earth and with a kind smile he offered some sort of salvation. Aeon did not want it, he only wanted his sister! The man did not listen and it seemed there was not much fight as he was imprinted on the forehead and transported. Another sort of sleep in his mind and yet he could remember nothing and this sleep felt peaceful.
His awakening was like a dream. He had no memory of what had happened, who these people were around him or why he was even there. His life however seemed to make itself up. He found a place in the throws of their little group. His strong body, helping them fend for their lives in what seemed like poverty. He had friends and companions. A fake family he lived with that helped him grow and yet, he felt so angry. Something wasn't right and he felt incomplete.
After a while, he came to meet a shinigami. The man felt a strength in this boy. His body was taken to the academy for assessment and training. Oddly enough, Aeon did very well. His mentality good for the schooling and his mind preoccupied, allowed him to keep from obsessing over that feeling. The desperate hole he felt and needed to fill. While he was working on getting strong, he found it was a good distraction from the time spent obsessing.
Finally having something to busy himself with. Aeon went through his time in the academy with a rather upbeat attitude. He always seemed so upset though, his actions on occasion making him seem like the type to fly off the handle. However he had relative good self control. The young boy ended up graduating and found himself placed within a squad. Hard work having paid off, he felt stronger than he had before. The overall feeling was a good one. A sense of accomplishment that flooded his veins with a happy beat and surrounded his body.
His next goal was still to become stronger still. Without the academy, he found himself focusing more and more upon that feeling. Where was the source? He was determined. Even when on missions, he took the occasional detour to look for her. Though every once in a while he would upset his comrades, he was still a diligent worker and quick to defend his co-workers. He was a man of action and yet he never ceased thinking of how to fix the problem in the least troublesome way. The less fighting the better for him. He was the 'containment' type of person. Rather than kill them, bind them.
Upon wandering to the academy, Aeon met a girl. The young woman seemed sad and though he wanted to comfort her, he suddenly felt dizzy. An overwhelming sickness in his body as he gazed at her familiar face. A man came to her and comforted her and though he felt jealous, he knew it was better that way. Love at first sight? He wondered. It was rather odd and for a while he tried avoiding her, but found himself sort of stalking her to make sure she was okay. A constant worry about that girl and an odd feeling he knew her. How that was.. he wasn't sure, he couldn't remember a thing.
On a walk, he spotted a man there. Aeon was filled with incredible hate and his body moved for him. Storming up to him, with eyes aglow with fury he asked the man a simple question. "Who are you?" Aeon was unsure what made the man so mad.
"Oh. That's none of your damn business, you pussy." His response was and Aeon snapped.
Impede took over and brutalized the man. NO one was there (his partner had to go check on something) at the time luckily as he destroyed that man thoroughly. Impede simply marked the body afterwards and cackled while he ran off to hide from the sight of other who might see. His eyes wide and smile large with the blood on his hands and body. His mouth forming soft words of excitement and adoration before he had a mental battle and Aeon woke up.
Confused about why he had blood on him and where he was, he got up and hurried to clean off. Aeon was a bit confused, but he brushed it off as he must have fought a hollow or something. At least that's what he told himself. Impede silently laughed at him, while Aeon ignored him completely. The boy strove back to his barracks, cleaned himself up and looked around with a questioning glance, wondering what he had been doing. His body didn't feel sore enough to need to see the infirmary. His eyes set dead ahead in seeking out that woman once again.
- Swordsmanship- Advanced
- Kidō- Intermediate
- Hohō - Beginner
- Hand to Hand - Intermediate
- Speed - Beginner
- Power - Intermediate
- Stamina -Intermediate
- Intelligence - Advanced
As an unreleased blade, Sescia is the same as any blade. The sheathe is a dark brown color. The markings on it making it look worn and ancient. This weapon clearly has seen better days in the shape it is in. The sheathe has nicks and bumps in it, the smooth surface no more and the length of it chipped with paint and spotted with empty areas. The blade itself has one chip in it, near the base. The guard is golden in the shape of a square. The design inside of it is as if a wind was blowing by. The twists and curls are intricate and yet the guard design is slightly messed up from wear and tear. The hilt is a hold of basic size, twisted with golden color. The whole of the blade and hilt is a total of three feet. The blade itself is about three-fourths of the whole blade. The hilt would be the remaining length.
A young lady stands at about 5'3 in height. Her body petite and to the form of about 15 years of age. Bust the size of a large B cup and a tiny waist, she looks less than intimidating in her frame. Her hair is golden yellow with locks over the right eye. Her right eye as well is bandaged with no sign of it existing beneath the bandages. Her left eye is a blazing crimson red. Over her nose, the a scar sits. Over her whole body is battle scars. Her outfit consists mainly of a short red dress that's strapless. Over top of it sits a white jacket that is blood stained. She wears sandals and her legs show more scars. Her skin is a light tan that seems lighter in most lighting. Her hair is pulled back into a bun decorated with flowers.
Sescia is a very picky woman. She likes to nitpick on everything and anything. She's very loud and demanding. Often times she is seen as almost a devil. Her actions very sudden an unpredictable. Her mind is a maze that leaves many wishing they could understand. Her words are almost out of the blue. She is quick to anger and when she's upset she believes killing is the option. Sescia is flirtatious and kind of forward when it comes to it. She has no qualms about getting in people's faces or telling them what to do. She has no fear in general and rushes headfirst into battle.
Relationship to Master
Sescia is 'in love' with her master. She does anything and everything to get his attention. In fact every time she talks it feels like rape to Aeon. She realizes this, but still remains rather bold with her advances. When upset, she takes it out on him and says he knows nothing. However then she turns around and apologizes. She is relatively annoyed towards anyone who isn't Aeon, so when he's in Impede form, half the time she won't even talk. She is fearful of Impede and claims he is too 'rough' with her. She is very obedient with Aeon, but she poses no argument with Impede and in fact she slips away into hiding. She likes to pretend she doesn't exist when he's around.
The inner world is a destroyed place. There only sits a gate to Hell, the tall sort of singular building of red watching the world go by. The world is dark with red clods and a feeling of rainfall that never comes. A sticky heat that sits in the air and he ground dug up for graves for dead bodies. The ground has spots of dying brown grass and the ghost town goes on forever. Buildings that have been set on fire, burn, while others simply collapse. The moon sits blood red in the sky, giving a red glow upon the world. Sescia often sits beneath the tall Japanese gate staring off in her own world. The whole world feeling empty and lonely.
Call Out Phrase: Raise again, Sescia
The shape of the shikai is that of a long lance. The hand-held weapon is larger than his. The weapon is oddly lighter than it looks, the sloped point about three feet from its base. The cone-shaped weapon is a silver in color with a bit of spots colored gold in design. The trim at the base is golden and the tips is as well 'dipped in gold'. The handle is slid slightly into the base of the weapon, giving the hand a bit of a guard. A grip is created within. The base of the weapon is about three inches in diameter and as it slopes into the cone-y point. It reaches a sharp point, at least for being a lance. The hilt also shows slight outwards, givng balance to the weapon.
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Dreaming... Was this what it felt like to dream? Distance in each touch. His hands reaching for fingers that were familiar. Who was this? Her hands were warm and smooth like silk. A comfort caressing his heart and fingers danced on his cheeks. Soft kisses from butterflies flickered over his skin. The way they moved simply made his heart dance. A little rhythm. Happiness flooded his body and he felt complete. The feel of warmth all over him, a flickering a warmth like a flame all over him. He felt simply content, like he could die there.
Who was she? This woman made no sense to him. Her hair was brown, he knew that, but the eyes and face were blank as a fresh piece of paper. How could it be that she was so familiar and yet a stranger. A ripple would cloud her from his memory and soon she faded away. Falling petals blocked his view and she began to walk away. 'No wait!' He reached desperately. His fingers inching to her and his body running until something grabbed his feet. Arms surrounded his body, holding him. He was captured by the chains of the black hands with a voice whispering in his head. 'Kill her, kill her now'. It chanted and the whole scene changed. The girl was asleep in his lap, blood on his hands. What had happened?
Her voice whispered a begging that seemed to be only gibberish while his hand held a knife. Eyes wide, he would throw it and shout out in surprise. The body rolled over and the girl was no more. Instead he was staring at himself and the eyes of a killer with a smirk on his face. That being was laughing at him as the boy began to fight the stabbing panic in his heart. This being was... 'Impede'.... A feeling of sickness swept through him and suddenly he was falling. Falling far down to a world he didn't know. The blackness overtook him as tears glittered the air.
Aeon woke with a start. His mouth gasped and his eyes were as wide as saucers. What had happened? The panic that flooded his body had made him sweat. A groan came from his throat and slowly he'd push his hand through the hair he had in such a mess that morning. That dream had been simply a nightmare and yet it left him longing more. A hand gripping fierce towards his heart, he would give a longing distance at the window. "Where are you, my heart?"
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