Vizard - Fuhei Daiki - B/3 Jan 22, 2013 17:40:40 GMT -5
Post by Stour on Jan 22, 2013 17:40:40 GMT -5
Name: Fuhei Daiki
Actual Age: 316
Appearing Age: Late twenties
Fuhei's face is somewhat oval-shaped, with a bit of a small chin, and a slightly large nose. His eyes are oddly large and bright, sitting under thick black eyebrows, again under a messy mop of black hair, hiding most of his forehead underneath. His eyes are green, and piercing, often making his eye contact uncomfortable to those he is looking at. His shaggy hair is ragged and laying around his head in no particular fashion, just being there, mostly covering his slightly large ears. His small mouth, and thin lips hide a mouth of teeth with sharp-looking canines. He is just under six feet tall, his arms a bit longer than they should be when compared with his proportional torso and legs. His hands are large, with long, strong looking fingers. He has a very muscular body shape, given that all he did for a very long time was practice and hone his skill, that is not that surprising. He isn't quite so bulky as a bodybuilder, more similar in size to an average boxer. His large body type often misleads people from his generally peaceful nature. And it often helps him to deal with people that assume, due to his body size, that he is less than intelligent, and enjoys fighting. Both of which would be opposite of the truth.
He wears human clothes, forsaking the Shinigami outfit due to its extreme uncomfortableness. Plus, it was not representative of who he was anymore. He often simply wears a plain colored t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Over the shirt, he often wears a light hooded jacket, cotton on the outside, lined on the inside, dark green in color. When he doesn't want to be disturbed, he will generally wear the hood up. He wears his zanpakuto on his left hip. He generally keeps a pack of cigarettes in his back pants pocket, and a matchbook in the same pocket. From time to time, he will chew on a matchstick, when he doesn't feel like having a cigarette.
Fuhei's reiatsu is white, fading to grey at the edges.
Fuhei is extremely confident, but not overly headstrong. He has no issue being a follower, as being given orders leaves him open to thinking about specific approaches, how to handle any given situation, rather than how everyone as a whole may deal with any situations. Unfortunately, he doesn't get that opportunity anymore, as he felt the need to leave seireitei after an incident with his hollow, fearing persecution for something he does not feel responsible for, despite the guilt. Instead, he spends most of his time hiding in a stolen gigai and ignoring any hollows or shinigami that appear near him, unless he is directly threatened. He feels bad about these situations, but, fears giving away his presence to either shinigami or hollow, much prefering existing unseen. He does risk himself, however, from time to time, either when he is angry about something, or when the presence is near enough that he figures he may already have been sensed anyways.
He comes across as a little distracted in conversations, due to the fact he is a little wary of people he doesn't know, since he left seireitei. He often thinks they are simply looking to drag him back, to punish him for what he did. For what his hollow tricked him into doing. He doesn't fear it happening again, believing he is fully in control of the whole situation. When he is confident that he will not be turned in to seireitei by someone, he quickly loses the distance and rather odd behavior. He will often have a cigarette when he is comfortable, but finds his fingers too twitchy to hold them when made uncomfortable by someone talking to him. It was a bit of a tell as to when he is accepting someone. It is also an oddly hypocritcal habit of his, enjoying healing people, but engaging in an act that often kills the people who do it.
Aside from his fear of helping people, he is truly kind at heart, only wishing he could help openly, rather than hiding. This is his greatest struggle, afraid that he might be made powerless for what he hides in his past. He hopes for a day that lets him be at peace, thinking he slaughtered several people in rukongai, fully unaware of the fact that the buildings he destroyed were empty.
If he is in combat he prefers to act on defense, and avoid directly attacking. Though, his confidence does lead him to taunt his opponents if he begins to enjoy the fight, however rare that might be. He is a healer at heart, and dedicated his stay in seireitei to mastering kido to the best of his ability. He is never above running, and will use his skills to aid his retreat when required. He doesn't feel the need to fight when he is healing, and when continuously pressed to fight instead of heal, he will fly into a rage. Being stopped from helping someone is one of the few things that pushes Fuhei over the edge. Once brought over the edge, Fuhei will generally either use his mask, or in some cases, use his shikai's ability without the mask. He doesn't like his shikai to be seen as anything other than defensive, but he will take advantage of it when he needs to.
Born in the outter rukongai to a single mother, Fuhei was never extremely well off. In his young years, his mother provided for him through his deceased father's shop, selling fish and bread, something she had always helped Fuhei's father with to begin with, now she would simply cook as well. He wasn't bad off through this period in his life, and his mother spent perhaps too much time educating him, and teaching him to be moral. This instilled in Fuhei a desire to always treat people well, and do his best to care for those less fortunate than him. It wasn't until his early teens that things began to truly become difficult. His mother was robbed at the store, all of their money for the day was taken. Fuhei didn't understand this, and when he asked the man who was threatening his mother with a sword, he attacked him. Fuhei would remember that face forever. The red eyes, the long black hair, the smile. That crooked smile. He swung down to cut Fuhei clear in half, but his mother stopped him before the blow connected. Instead, her shoulder barely looked like it belonged to her body anymore.
Tears streamed down Fuhei's face, the man simply laughed, and looked down at him. He raised his sword again, but Fuhei ran. He ran as fast as he could, dodging through random parts of the district, finally hiding inside a hollow tree near a stream, staring blankly into space for what felt like days. He finally moved again, when his stomach demanded it. He crawled to the small stream he had been hiding near, and drank. The man's face seemed to look up from the water. Fuhei punched the face, shattering it, and sending ripples in every direction, destroying everything about that man in his mind. He hated him. More than he ever thought he could. To laugh about killing someone innocent. To try to kill him. It crushed his mind in ways he was far too young to understand. But he understood his pure emotions with ease. He needed to kill that man. He felt his body relax, he heard laughter in his head. He was sure he needed to do this. He needed to destroy that man. When he left, he headed back to his home, hoping to gather what he could there, and use it as a place he could hide when times got rough. He found it burned. The man had burned his home, his mother's home. His father's shop. Everything about his life was gone. He only had one purpose.
And so he spent his late teenage years hunting around for food, learning to fight, and learning to track animals. He did all of the learning on his own, never having the money or inherent skill to attract attention for him to be trained. As time went on, however, he became efficient. He was hunting and fishing only a couple of days a week, and getting enough food for the week easily. He decided it was time he truly learned to fight, not just the random brawls he had gotten into over stolen bread and fruit. He found a shop near where his home was. He looked around, he had done most of his hunting and fishing with wooden tools carved with rocks into sharp spears, but he needed something more formidable if he was going to hunt that man down. His eyes settled on a dagger, shining and dark at the same time, tucked between two small swords. He asked the man how much it would cost, and offered up his day's haul instead. The man agreed, giving Fuhei the weapon that he would use to kill a man. Fuhei smiled as he felt the weight, light, but... heavy, not with physical weight, but emotional. Was he really going to kill someone? No. He couldn't. He would be no better than the man who had tried to kill him. Who had killed his mother. Instead, he put his new dagger towards his hunting, and improved greatly. He continued hunting and fishing for a few years, before finally realizing that his exceptional skill might be because he was quicker, or stronger than most people around him. He decided to look at joining the gotei. Why not? He had nothing else out here, except for one small, cold ribbon of revenge. Ever flickering in the back of his mind, and whenever he thought about it, that same laughter. Cold laughter. Shrill and piercing, that laughter would ring out. He pushed it from his mind, every time, and instead focused on the matter at hand. He needed to get in to the seireitei. Or to get noticed. He needed something to happen.
"'Bout damn time," he swore he heard someone say. He looked around, but he was alone at the edge of the forest, not a single other person. And the voice had sounded close. He shrugged it off, and headed to a tree he had made a small home in the branches of. A few chunks of flat wood came surprisingly close to a bed when you were as tired as Fuhei often got before he had a chance to sleep. He decided he'd take the next day gathering information, and then head towards Seireitei the next.
The next day, he headed to town, to try to get some information. It didn't take long. Apparently overnight, Fuhei's reiatsu had made a massive leap forward, making him quite noticeable to the first shinigami who came within a few districts of him.
"Wow," the shinigami said, approaching Fuhei with a smile. His black robes covered him, but seemed to be a bit too large for his size. "Looks like it's your lucky day, kid. How'd ya like to join the shinigami, kid?"
Fuhei hated how much this guy used the word 'kid' when talking to him, he doubted the guy was much older than he was. "I was thinking about heading to the gates tomorrow... So why not make it today?"
"Glad to hear it, kid," the shinigami smiled even wider than before, waving a hand in the direction of seireitei. "It'll be good for you."
"Yeah. Hope so," Fuhei said, shrugging, and following the shinigami. He was shrugging off his past, the man who had killed his mother, and everything he had believed up until this point, and all to be a part of something again. Yet, instead of grief, he felt at peace, for the first time in too long. "Let's keep on this path!" Fuhei heard. He looked around, nobody but the shinigami, but he didn't think it sounded like the shinigami saying it. "Did you say something?" Fuhei asked, but the shinigami didn't reply. Fuhei sighed. He supposed whoever had spoken to him was correct. He needed to keep on this path.
Before he knew it, he was in the academy. He had a zanpakuto, and he was learning to fight and use spells. Things he had never dreamed of were his reality, now. It was enough to make him forget, at least temporarily, about why he wanted to be here. To forget about everything that had happened. It was working. He was forging his own path, making his own name in the world. He wasn't going to be a petty killer, and he wasn't going to be a fish shop owner in the rukongai. He was going to be a shinigami. And he was going to be good at it.
He quickly found a proficiency for Kido, while not entirely lacking in swordsmanship, he found himself less interested in focusing on it. He practiced relentlessly, learning, sparring, training, taking notes, practicing, and repeating his endless cycle of development. He was not going to leave the academy the same lost soul he once was, he was going to take everything into his hands, and he was going to learn to use his mind to crush his enemies. He was going to mow them down in hordes, carve his way through the horrible people, so that the good may thrive. He knew that he would never hesitate to slaughter the wicked. Nothing could stop him from that goal.
Fuhei was quickly recognized for his oddly quick mastery of kido and hoho, and his strangely shallow reiatsu to pair with those abilities. And for Fuhei, this recognition was a good thing, it got him sent on patrols rather early in his being in the academy. He would patrol, with a seated shinigami, the middle reaches of the rukongai. Rarely exciting, and far more rarely enjoyable. Fuhei simply used this time to prove himself and hone his skill. Years pass with him going on patrols, continuing in his training, his testing, his being forced to learn to fight with a sword. Who needed a sword when you could control a power much greater than a blade? So, he learned to use his sword in conjunction with his skill in Kido. As a shield to his ability. To block a blow, and hit back hard with a quick Hado. Or draw someone in, and trap them with Bakudo. His tricks did him good in getting noticed, but didn't do him much good in remembering why he was there.
As Fuhei mastered his skill with Hado and Bakudo, and finally had some proficiency with his zanpakuto, finally releasing it, but being rather slow to learn to use it, he finally graduated. He was then thrown into the world of the life of an unseated shinigami. He went on more patrols, had more training, learned more. He found it hardly different than being in the academy, but it was less rewarding. The amount of work he did on patrols compared to the time he could spend learning had shifted dramitcally. He was spending too much time out in the rukongai, and too little on himself. It was becoming trying. Too annoying to continue like this for too long.
But, patrols had to happen, they always did, they never seemed to stop. And as he grew in skill, he would patrol farther out. Eventually, he was patrolling in areas near his own childhood home. The home where his life fell apart. After a few weeks of stopping petty crime, he eventually finds himself accustomed to the menial tasks of hunting down petty criminals, protecting the trivially weak people in the outter rukongai. And as he settled into it, he realized that protecting people like this was once what he wanted. He wanted to be stopping the wicked.
He took a long patrol that day, wandering around, thinking. His mind was so lost, that he bumped into a man as the sun began to set. "My apologies," Fuhei said, bowing his head, before looking up to meet the man's gaze. His eyes widened for a moment, before they narrowed. "I remember you," he said, a sadistic grin forming on his face. "Do you remember me?"
The man stared at Fuhei, a frown on his face. "No, I am afraid not. I'm simply out foraging for some food from these stands. My-" Fuhei stabbed him through the gut, twisting the sword as it entered.
He continued twisting the sword, revelling in the joy of killing this man, finally. "Yeah! Teach him a lesson!" That same voice! This time ending with a cool laugh. Why was it laughing?
"-m...my children... I... wanted to feed them... Why...? Why....?" The man's final word spoke from behind tortured eyes, as the life faded away.
Fuhei dropped to the ground. He was lost. Was that not the man? He looked... He looked just like the man who had killed his mother. How could he have been wrong? Fuhei, Fuhei, Fuhei! It's hilarious to see you like this, I must admit! Did ya really think it was just a man who killed your dear mommy? Think back, and think back real hard! You just made it a man in your memories, because you're too damn pathetic to accept the truth! The voice rang out, coupled with another cold laugh. Fuhei thought back. No, it wasn't a man. It was... A beast? A monster?
Hollow. It was a hollow. The true memory rang out, its claws shining crimson with the blood of his mother as it bore down on him. Fuhei felt himself stumble, crawl backwards as the memory bore down on him. But the real truth, the reality... Fuhei remembered, he stood up in the past. The monster stood, its white face blank, raising a claw. Its black eyes empty, not a single sign of a soul behind it. And Fuhei released a rage unlike anything he had felt to this day. He had blacked out that day, and replaced the memory with something more acceptable to his mind. But the reality was, he tore that hollow limb from limb with his bare hands after it had done that. Ah, no, Fuhei, that wasn't you! That was me! That thing made me live inside of you! That's why you don't remember, why it feels so unreal. Because it was never you, Fuhei. I killed that thing for you. And we've been sharin' this little brain ever since! Fuhei felt ill. He vomited, all over the rocky path near the man's corpse. His body was shaking violently. He had no control. He had killed an innocent man. Oh so you killed that guy! So WHAT?! He probably deserved it! Living out here! What kinda place is this to raise a family? What a sick bastard."
"SHUT UP!" Fuhei shouted, clutching his skull, curling up into a ball. "SHUT! UP!"
"I'd rather talk. Ya know, it's hard to understand what it is you're so angry about. Is it because you- ...Shi-".
Fuhei slowly stood, shaking his head, trying to shake out this memory. He had killed this man out of some false sense of revenge. His mind had made him see this man in his memories, just because he looked threatening. But he was not a threat. He was just a man. And that voice? What was that voice? He drowsily walked back to the seireitei. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't stay here. But he needed to rest one night before he left. He had to distance himself from this place. Remove himself from the endless strife that was seireitei.
But he would never forgive himself. Not for forgetting what he was supposed to do. It was an ending to this incarnation of himself that cared only for saving the weak and helpless by means of destroying the powerful and greedy. He turned his mind to protection, rather than offense. He would be as a shield between the weak and the strong, the hurt and the healthy. He wasn't going to stand to let someone attack someone who was weak, but he was no longer going to rush to attack the strong before they attacked the weak. He had learned a lot, too quickly.
He slept restlessly that night, only a few scattered minutes of true sleep, interrupted by nightmares. That voice kept taunting him, insulting him. He finally decided it was time to run, very very early the following morning. Only a few were on guard, and he easily snuck about. He needed a gigai. He would need to hide himself on Earth. He was going to run away from this. He was going to hide from this life. He stole a gigai out of the barracks of a nearby squad, and carried it with him as he ran to the gates. Once he finally convinced the guard to let him through, he ran deep into the rukongai, finally upwards, into the air, out of sight of those poor souls below. He looked down one last time "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing," he whispered, to the unknown children whose lives he had ruined, before opening a senkaimon before him. It was finally time to leave forever.
Karakura town. That's where he wound up. As good a place as any to make a life. One of the most popular places for activities involving souls, if nothing else. Fuhei decided that if he was going to be anywhere, he may as well be somewhere where he might be able to make a difference.
He donned his gigai and walked off, hoping to finally find some peace. "No peace, here, Fuhei!" The voice rang out, again. His eyes darted around, but again, nobody. He had heard his zanpakuto speak to him before, but that generally happened when he wanted to talk to her. Not just random taunts... Not only that, but the voice was oddly chilling. He was rather uncomfortable as he walked down a random road, the sun rising behind him.
Then, it was gone, and he recognized immediately where he was, but not who he was there with. "Uh, hello?" Fuhei asked, to the strange looking man in front of him.
"Ah! So you've finally come to join us!" The... thing laughed at him. Where was Kodate? His eyes darted around, the scene was odd, the red lights in the background, he had never seen the stars turn red... And this thing was standing on Kodate's ring of light. What the hell?
"Who are you? Where is Kodate!?" Fuhei yelled, glaring at the man dressed as a clown. "Why are you in my head?!"
"Hey, hey! This head's more ours than yours, just saying. And Kodate? Kodate's right here!," he said, spinning a sword that looked just like Kodate under his finger.
"That doesn't make sense... Kodate... Kodate is always here!" Fuhei said, confused, looking at the sword. It looked just like his zanpakuto. Just... wrong. Different. What the hell was this? Was it a joke? "Kodate! Come out, it's not funny!"
"Oh, Fuhei, you're ridiculous! Kodate's right here! I told you. Right now, just like when you were a child... This world is mine. I've always been here. Kodate? She hasn't. She's new here. Me and you have a special bond! When that hollow killed your dear mommy, a bit of that reiatsu got in you. Corrupted you. Don't worry, though, it's okay. We can be friends or something," the clown laughed again. It was unnerving, his half-smiling, half-frowning mouth was making Fuhei uncomfortable.
"So... You're here right now? So where is she, then? Did you take over? Hide her from me?" Fuhei said, looking around. He knew there was nowhere he could be hiding her. Not other than his sword.
"Hah! He catches on fast!" The clown chuckled. "Well, since you figured that one out all on your own, I'll give you another hint. Me and Kodate? We gotta share this place. And depending on how you're feeling," he waved his hands along, as if showing Fuhei the red lights. "One of us might be stronger than the other!" He laughed again, but his eyes widened as Fuhei brought his sword down towards him. Barely time to react, he brought his own version of Kodate up, stopping the blow from doing much more than scratching his forehead. "Uh, angry, huh?" He sighed, drawing a line with the speed of his slash, across Fuhei's belly.
Fuhei leapt back, his clothes getting cut by the blade. "Bakudo number one! Sai!" He watched the clown's hands be bound behind him.
"Right, you like that shit. I forgot! Stupid... Stupid..." He shrieked, struggling with Fuhei's spell. He couldn't get free, he'd never experienced this before. But he was learning quickly, and the binding was fading quick.
With a burst of shunpo, Fuhei had his sword touching the clown's neck. "Who are you?!"
"I'm a hollow! I'm YOUR hollow!" The clown shrieked, his arms finally coming free, but before he could move them, right after his words came out.
"Hado Number Eleven, Tsuzuri Raiden!" The energy coursed through his own zanpakuto, sending Fuhei's hollow flying off of the platform of light, where Kodate then rose out of.
"You did well, Fuhei," Kodate said, with a nod. "You will master yourself, including that twisted part of you, soon enough."
"Kodate... What was that? It was really... A hollow inside of me?" Fuhei said, the lights in the background changing to a purple, and slowly growing more blue as he calmed down.
Kodate simply nodded, and Fuhei found himself standing exactly where he had been before he had been drawn into that world. He shook his head and sighed, drawing his hand down his face. Maybe it really was a good thing that he left seireitei. At least here, he wasn't going to fall into his world and leave someone staring at his motionless body.
"At least I hope you do, Fuhei. At least I hope you do," Kodate said, as she looked down at the clown, clawing at the circle of light, trying to climb back through, until finally it stopped, and began to laugh. "I really do."
- Swordsmanship- Intermediate
- Kidō- Advanced
- Hohō - Advanced
- Hand to Hand - Beginner
- Speed - Advancded
- Power - Intermediate
- Stamina - Intermediate
- Intelligence - Advanced
Translation - Screen
Kodate is a katana when sealed, the hilt is black wrapped in white, leading to a guard that is a simple white circle, starting at the black of the blade and wrapping around in a full circle to the front, about two inches in diameter. The sheathe is white, with a single black line running down each side. The blade itself is slightly longer than normal, a solid thirty inches, the hilt being seven.
She is shrouded in a black robe, shrouded completely from site by oversized sleeves and a large hood. When she is angry with Fuhei, her eyes shine green.
Rather sweet, she looks at herself as something like Fuhei's teacher, Kodate often has to push him to even attempt reaching any goals. She cares deeply for Fuhei, and often only speaks when he asks for her help, as she respects his confidence.
Relationship to Master
She wishes Fuhei would focus more on himself, rather than only entering combat to protect or heal people. She finds it tiresome and is annoyed at his lack of desire to advance in any way other than to become better at healing and protecting, she is the one who pushed him to study Hado techniques.
Kodate's world looks much like standing in space, blackness with specks of light all around. Kodate stands on a circle of light, which moves as she does. When Fuhei is present, each of his feet creates small circles of light, appearing like a platform he is standing on. When Kodate wills it, all of the light in the world goes out, save for the lights beneath Fuhei's feet. She generally only does this when she is upset with Fuhei.
When Fuhei himself is upset, the lights in the world change according to his emotions. Sorrow makes the lights blue, anger; red, joy; green.
Fuhei's hollow has a lanky body, and is about as tall as Fuhei, though he's much, much thinner under the outfit he wears. He wears a clown-like outfit, left side green, right side blue, and extremely baggy on both sides. His hands are hidden with gloves, and he wears shoes with pointed toes. His face is obscured by paint, coloring it pale white, with a blue circle on the left side around his eye, and a green one on the right, again around his eye. Each eye has a tear of opposite color falling from it. His nose is colored black, and his red lips are drawn to be smiling on the right, and frowning on the left. His sclera match the color of the facepaint on that side, while his iris are the opposite colors. He has a jester's hat atop his head, only three points, one green, one red, one blue.
He hates that Fuhei desires to heal people, but strangely is respectful, to Fuhei's face. He has more a desire to make Fuhei want to fight, to kill, than to simply take over. Though, that is simply because he wants to damage Fuhei's mind, to make taking over easier. So far he has managed to imbue Fuhei with the confidence that he cannot take over. Unfortunately for Fuhei, any time Fuhei fights, the hollow sees an opening, though he has been passing on the chance repeatedly, as it increases Fuhei's confidence and vulnerability. He is smart, and cunning, and waiting for the right moment to strike. He is not nearly as confident as Fuhei, and this is a major drive in his hatred of him.
Relationship to Master
Like above, he gives Fuhei false respect, giving Fuhei the impression of dominance. He doesn't willingly help Fuhei, but he does drive him to fight harder, for his own personal gain. He will not hesitate to strike when he feels the time is right. He hates Fuhei, despising his confidence.
Mask Appearance and Summoning
Fuhei's mask is much like his hollow's face, a white mask, green circle around his right eye, blue circle around his left, and a half smiling and half frowning mouth sitting below. Where the nose would be there is simply no marking. The circles of color around his eyes give way to his sclera, which are black, and his irises which match the color of the circles, contrary to his hollow's true appearance. The mask itself sits just out from his face, the edges of the mask wrapping back a bit, covering his whole face. The bottom of the mask comes to a point just past his chin, giving the whole mask a look like an upside-down tear drop.
He summons the mask, generally, by snapping his fingers above his head, drawing the pointed chin of the mask between his thumb and index finger, and he'll then pull it down over his face.
Enhanced Spiritual Ability
- Description of Attack - Fuhei's reiatsu is enhanced, as is his ability to use Kido and Shunpo.
- Limitation - When his mask is on, Fuhei is unable to use healing abilities or Bakudo at all. He only has access to his zanpakuto and Hado.
- Description of Attack - Fuhei's cero is white, and he usually fires it from either index finger. The cero is about the size of a beach ball.
- Limitation - Two ceros per summon, though he still has some energy afterwards.
Call Out Phrase: Kakumau
Translation - Shelter
Pulling the ring of the guard from the sword, Fuhei says the phrase, expanding the ring on the sword to 24 inches diameter, the sword itself vanishing into the ring as it expands. The ring is solid white, and perfectly round. Fuhei holds it in his right hand, or spins it around a finger or wrist. Its rounded edges obviously make it look like an incredibly useless weapon.
- Description of Attack - Fuhei can control Kodate with his mind, moving the ring once he starts it spinning. He doesn't have to move his hands to convey directions to the ring, though at one point in his training, he did, and when he is low on energy he must. The top speed he can move Kodate at in this form is fifteen miles an hour.
- Type - Augmentation
- Range - 25 yards radius from Fuhei, any further and it launches back to him.
- Limitation - If he is distracted he cannot keep track of where Kodate is, and will have to draw her back to himself. Using Kodate as a weapon in this form is pointless, though it moves fast, it drops speed immediately on impact, which allows Fuhei to catch her with ease when the ring is moving at high speed. So even if it hit someone, it'd just stop, without any force. The same goes for parrying, if Fuhei is not holding Kodate, an attack will knock Kodate around a bit easily.
- Description of Attack - When holding Kodate, Fuhei can charge any Hado or Cero directly into Kodate. When he then releases Kodate, he can control her to either use the hado/cero he has charged within her. The attack can either be released as normal, or released from the inside and outside of Kodate's ring, forming a screen that can help weaken a single attack. The screen does not last long, as it's using the energy of a hado or cero, a variety of violent energies. The screen that forms adds an extra two feet around Kodate, and fills the center. The actual length it lasts is only five seconds.
- Type - Offensive/Defensive.
- Range - Range of attack/close
- Limitation - If Fuhei uses Channel to attack, he cannot use the shield at all that release, though he can charge another attack. If he uses the shield before an attack, the attack costs twice as much energy, and he cannot use the shield again.
Shield strength is capable of protecting from energy attacks at or below his tier only, the shield cannot hold up to stronger people's attacks, power of the attack is irrelevant. The shield expands two feet, giving Kodate's shielding ability a total of four feet of coverage.
Same tier/tier+/-1: Can withstand one attack only, then dissipates. (The one attack includes things like a bala. Any energy attack will destroy the shield.)
Lower tier: Can withstand two attacks of any strength, then dissipates.
Higher tier: Attack goes right on through the shield.
- Description of Attack - Bringing the ring over any wound, and placing his hands above it, Fuhei can use Return to augment his healing power, exuding triple the strength of healing energy at the reiatsu cost of his normal healing capacity. This ability can be very useful for healing others, however the ability does not work on himself.
- Type - Healing
- Range - Contact
- Limitation - He needs to be in a safe enough place to use this ability, as it leaves him completely open to attack while he works.
Translation - If Applicable
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A cold wind blew out a match, and Fuhei grumbled, striking another across the back of the book, he finally managed to light his cigarette. He took a deep puff and sighed, his eyes darting around his surroundings. It was dusk, and the shadows danced around the park as the last rays of light filtered through the trees. He was sitting in a tree, overlooking a small pond, his feet dangling in the slightly heavy wind. It felt as if it was going to rain. That was never good. He would have to find a dry place to sleep if it was going to rain. He hopped out of the tree, strolling along the path in the park. There were only a few people about, and none seemed to mind that he was just up in a tree having a smoke moments ago. That was good. He didn't much want to be bothered. Never did.
As he neared the road, he finished his cigarette, just in time for the rain. He flicked it into the street, watching its embers fade. "You shouldn't smoke!" Chimed up a small voice, a shy looking girl holding an umbrella. "Those things will kill you!"
"More likely something else will," Fuhei said, turning and walking away as the rain began to pick up. He didn't have an umbrella, but he threw up his hood, shielding him from the rain. He didn't feel like talking. At least not to some random passerby. Though, it should be said he didn't much feel like talking to anyone.
"Hey!" The same voice, a bit less quiet now. "You shouldn't be so morbid! Lighten up!"
"You shouldn't bother people who obviously don't want to be bothered," Fuhei sighed, continuing without so much as a glance.
"You really should lighten up!" He heard the voice, quieter now, as he kept walking. Good. She wasn't following, then. Humans could be so annoying. Of course, he brought this all upon himself.
He turned down a street, he knew there was a cheap sandwich spot he could stop in to get dry and spend what little change he had scavenged on some food. He popped open the door, and ordered, paying a rather annoyed cashier with a variety of loose change. He sat with his water and sandwich, and stared at the windows of the doorway, looking out as the street was drenched. He slowly ate his sandwich, hoping the rain would let up. It wasn't, though. As the sandwich disappeared, and his water bottle was drained, he sighed, and finally decided to leave. Maybe he would get lucky and find a dry place in an alley to curl up for the night. He really doubted it, though. Another miserable night in a miserable town for a miserable man.
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