Post by Stour on Sept 10, 2009 1:19:30 GMT -5
Name: Alan Miren {Teikiatsu}
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality:
Alan is a loner, not for lack of personality, or hatred of others, or anything of the sort. He simply doesn't understand people, he was out of touch for a very long time, his contact with others very limited.Appearance:
He has a habit of not striking up conversations, and his rather poor appearance makes him less of a target for people to speak to. He is, though, very nice to people who do talk to him. The thing is, he almost prefers if they don't. A life like his is easier to live without connections to others. He must steal to eat and drink and bathe, so the more people he knows, the more difficulties he has doing this without feeling bad.
His entire store of money went to putting himself through school. As a result, he has no home, no food or drink, and no clothes. Everything must be taken.
As bad as he feels about this, he knows it is necessary. He does what he has to to survive, even if it means conning people out of their belongings. He has to live, so he can get his revenge. He has to. That means running from fights he might lose, and hiding in shadows until his opportunity arises. It means being honorless, and a coward. And he does it well.
Alan is a bit short, only 5'5", and is very light, weighing only 90 pounds, this being due to his lack of nutrition, he looks rather gaunt. His clothing consists of torn jeans, sweat pants, sweat shirts, t-shirts, just about anything he can get his hands on, all in dark colors, so that he can hide, not having a home.Origin of Power:
His hair is eyebrow length, and a dark brown in color, his eyes are both hazel. He has two scars on his face, one on his forehead, going straight across. One on his chin, going towards his right jaw. Both are rather faint, being old.
He is so thin, that it looks as if he fell, he would break into pieces.
His power is partially from Karakura itself being so coated in reiatsu, but he simply doesn't know his father also had this strange ability, and that his mother had a different one, one that he either didn't receive, or never unlocked.Special Abilities:
A ring, created by Alan's father, was meant to be given to Alan if he ever showed signs of his ability. He did a lot of research into reiatsu with an old friend of his, and they discovered some way to catch reiryoku given off by the wearer, and compress it to an overly pure state, which allows for devastating attacks to be unleashed, far beyond the normal capabilities of the father. Unfortunately, he wears it on a chain around his neck, as it is somewhat loose on his fingers and he fears losing it. The small bright purple ring being the only thing he has left of who he really is.
He can find paths that may otherwise go unseen, from years of living off of the land, that time didn't go to waste.Powers First Stage:
He is an excellent shot with his powers, rarely missing anything that isn't expected to dodge, coming from his practice hunting types of fowl, and even fish.
He can also go for extended periods of time with no food or drink, before feeling consequences.
As a note: His powers are not very developed, though they do kick up to their maximum when he is either very angry, or very driven to accomplish something.Powers Second Stage:
Teikiatsu, he has named it. And he has taken the name himself, introducing himself by it. The name means Cyclone, and it should be obvious where this is going... His reiryoku is capable of binding with air. As a side-effect, his reiatsu enhancing actually effects air pressure, making it more difficult to move for others, even if just slightly.
By making his fingers stiff, but bent, and snapping his wrist forward, as if he were holding a whip, he causes a small cyclone, roughly the size of a marble, to form in the center of his palm, or palms. They alone are harmless, and just look really cool, as they are colored with the shade of his reiatsu, leaving them a crisp violet.
Ability One:
He closes his hands, and pulls his fingers along his palm, causing the little vortex to increase in size, to roughly the size of a frisbee. It then can be thrown like, well, a frisbee, dissipating after 20 yards of flight, or on impact, after doing a damage comparable to a slash from a sword of someone at his level.
Ability Two:
He forms the marble sized vortex into eight smaller marbles of air, no longer swirling, instead now a swirling orb, each one giving off a slight amount of what looks like violet smoke. He can cause them to levitate around his wrist, swirling around in a circle, looking somewhat like a bracelet. The purpose of this isn't immediately obvious, but he can keep this active while doing anything, even using his other ability, though this does not stack, and can only be on one wrist at a time, most often his right.
This is his melee ability, when his fist impacts anything, it causes the beads to break formation and launch towards whatever he punches, on impact they shatter, and cause a small whirlwind of his energy and air, making the impact point look as if a tornado launched from his wrist, looking somewhat like a drill. The whirlwind has the same effect that having a large drill pressed against the object would have, followed by a concussive force, as the whirlwind launches free from his hand and pushes the target or object with force enough that it has caused Alan to launch back a few feet in recoil.
Ability Three:
The vortexes can create suction, and allow him to climb nearly anything without fear of falling down. This ability can intensify, and be used to pull things in, though nothing heavier than twenty pounds can be pulled in his current capabilities, and it can only pull from a 5 yard maximum.
As of yet, there is no true second stage, it will only happen when he puts the ring on, something he has never done for fear of losing it, as it is somewhat loose on his finger.Skill Level: Special Items: Intermediate
When the ring is on it actually purifies his reiryoku, causing the space between particles to become absolutely minute, and compresses it to a huge extent, causing attacks like his to become more pure and devastating.
The only real thing this causes, is if the ring is put on it will begin to release the excess reiryoku into his reiatsu, the process will remain for about 2-5 posts, depending on the extent of attacks used. He retains all the abilities he had before, all but the last growing more violently powerful.
The true difference is his right index finger{Where he would wear the ring} is surrounded by a vortex. He can use this to amplify attacks, by merging it in completely, instantly ending this state, or by using it as it is meant to be used, creating a long narrow drill of air, roughly capable of launching 15 feet like a bullet, capable of easily rending flesh, its spin then causing it to tear at the area around whatever it pierces, until a hole roughly 5" around is left. Unfortunately, it's fairly easy to dodge, being a very visible violet tornado.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Beginner
Skill Level: Speed and Agility: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:
Alan grew up in Karakura's outskirts, stealing everything he could. He arrived there at age 12, stealing a ride on a plane from his home, where his father died, where his mother died. Where his life was. He took what he needed to live, having only enough money to attend school, which, in actuality, was also stolen, again, from where he was born. He lost both parents when he was 11, nearly 12, and took off to be alone with all the money he could find of theirs.RP Sample:
That money didn't last him long, and he slowly became aware of his powers, which at this point were very undeveloped and weak. He used them to climb buildings, only having access to the third. He'd go into people's homes, and take whatever money he could find. In the end he decided to risk everything, and tried it at a bank. He found his way in, but the security alarm was set off, and he was trapped in a vault. His powers became more enhanced in his immediate danger, and the cameras were shattered by the air pressure, a result of his reiatsu increasing, and a short traveled through the wires to the recorded videos, negating all of the information gathered. Alan then jumped, instinctively, to the ceiling, holding bags of money on his back, three backpacks full of bills. He broke open a vent, and crawled in, pulling the grating behind him, and making his escape.
He then used the money to buy a ticket, and some clothes. The rest he either hid for fear of being tracked, or had converted. He had bought a ticket to Japan, after all. He knew he had enough money, so he left.
Only when he got there did he decide school was important... And used his money to pay his way, and as it turned out... He didn't have enough. And so he came to hunt to survive, his powers slowly unraveling and becoming available to him. He always kept track of the ring... The ring he had taken from his father's workshop before leaving.
The next few years consisted of petty thievery and getting through school, poor as his grades may be. His relentless training, and hollow destruction took a toll on them, after all.
Alan strolled quietly through the lamp-lit streets of Karakura. It was around two in the morning, and he was the only one on the streets. His feet were silent, even on the pavement. He was so used to being quiet, that it just came naturally, now. He was moving at a rather brisk pace, hoping to get back to his little treehouse-like hut out a bit past the town, before anyone saw him around. He was already questionable just by appearance, but being close to some place where a crime had just occurred.. Not on the top of his list.
His brisk pace was accentuated when he felt the familiar pressure of a hollow nearing him. He was nearly running, trying to get some place secluded from the town. He did not want to be seen for what he was..
He knew it was gaining, and fast, and barely made it to the edges of the trees when it tackled him, sending him sprawling to the ground. "Tch," Alan muttered, bringing back his hand, and snapping it, causing a vortex to form in his right hand, which promptly broke apart and formed around his wrist. His left hand followed his right, but with it he threw a disc vortex at the hollow, which it dodged by charging towards him. Alan rolled, and threw his punch. A screaming sound echoed off the trees, as the hollow fell to the ground. Then, was Alan hoped would not happen.. Did.
He ran as the hollow vanished, and he saw a figure in the forest, a young child. A boy, he'd hazard to guess. Probably around 10. It was calling to Alan, trying to see the person who saved him. Alan's eyes were wide with fear as he scrambled up a tree. He did not want this to happen. It couldn't happen. He didn't want anyone to know! Not yet... Not yet...
