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| Subject: Takahara Tenshu (Micans Nitore) Wed Dec 12, 2012 5:51 pm | |
| Name: Takahara Tenshu Nickname: Taka, Holy Lord Age: 79 Gender: Male Weapon(s): Rank: Micans Nitore of the Vatican Personality: Intelligent while casual, firm while caring... such are, to Takahara, the required aspects of personality for one who stands at the top, and he by all means possesses them. Knowledge gained from the years spent in development and listening to the people around him guides his actions while he retains an understanding that everyone potentially has something to offer, however small it may be, and thereby deserves respect so long as they are willing to give it. Naturally, a firm hand is required at times lest one think they can casually defy the teachings or tenets of the church while stating themselves a part of it, but within this lies a fair capacity for forgiveness. Overall, the man is openly kind-hearted, while remaining stoic and thoughtful, even commanding, when necessary. In his more youthful form, however, he comes off as a bit more cheerful and open, seemingly more than willing to hear out anything anyone may have to say; such is simply how he interacts with the people in a subtle and casual manner, without them feeling the pressure of potentially saying something wrong in front of the Micans. Even then, there is a certain stubborn side to his personality, perhaps an effect of the youth itself, but he doesn't generally allow it much sway over his inherently intelligent and thoughtful nature; rather, they often exist in tandem. Physical Appearance: - Young & Old:
In the appearance which those close know him as the Micans Nitore, Takahara appears quite his age, though still in fairly good shape. Grey hair crowns his head and composes a short beard around his chin and jaw, reaching a little past his shoulders in the back. Calm, pale blue eyes are often kept behind thin, clear glasses, while on his left brow one would easily enough notice a small scar; a minor relic of the past. Otherwise he stands fairly tall at 6'3", a fairly commanding presence generally garbed in robes of white with gold trim that befit his position. In his youthful form, however, is such a radical difference that one would likely never come to the conclusion that they are one and the same. Red hair crowns his head, occasionally tied into a short tail in the back, and the one eye one would likely ever see is green; both a stark contrast to the grey or pale blue. He stands shorter at 5'10", appearing as a boy of around 16 to 18, with a thin but somewhat athletic build. In this appearance he generally wears a more casual white uniform comprised of a white, short-sleeved jacket over a light gray sleeveless shirt, similarly white pants, and even a black eyepatch dropping down from a light blue headband. Bio: Interestingly enough, at one time Takahara slightly resented the church. His parents always went, to the point of forcing the boy even from a young age to come along with them even if he wanted to do something else, such as sleep. The religious teachings were, at times, so much as beaten into him... but then, those were days when such a thing was more acceptable. Certainly his parents had little issue with it. That he would eventually run into a hollow after slowly developing a spiritual awareness was just a matter of course; as would be his attempt at 'exorcism chants' after so much religious teaching was beaten in. Suffice it to say, the creature merely scoffed at him before attacking, leaving a small scar above one eye before the boy, then 17, was able to quickly run off. What came of the creature afterward, he wasn't certain, but he never saw it again. Such was simply his first encounter with 'evil,' of which he'd learn later was only one of a few, and not nearly the most prominent. Having nowhere else to turn, the boy enlisted directly in the church his parents had so often had to drag him to. Whatever he was expecting there, he found something rather different, and perhaps... disappointing. 'Twas only in its early stages, however, that the church itself was beginning to put their spiritual energy toward development, toward tools for the religious order that would be more efficient than the holy water of myths. And there, eventually, he met 'God,' or an avatar thereof; such was the talk, at least. Yet another recruit to the holy order, but with a certain degree of ambition, and some smarts and charisma to back it up. Like this he proceeded, steadily through the order and through the development process, until the latter was well near complete; the formation of tools that could utilize the surrounding reishi itself, rather than needing to draw on one's own spiritual power that had been a previous issue. As well, he came to stand on the top, though the fact was a guarded secret; if anyone suspected during his remaining time in the open, they never showed it. After all, his spiritual powers had developed to a point where few around him could keep up. Thus after such an amount of time and effort put in, he stood as the Micans Nitore; though from his ability to regain a youthful appearance, certainly none had to know. FullbringName: Heavenly Blade Item: Angel-shaped, white pendant. Appearance: In his elder form, where the fullbring is at its fullest maturity, angelic wings of white appear on Takahara's back, while a long, wide sword of pure white is formed in his hand. In his more youthful form, a younger version of his fullbring is manifested, appearing as a simple longsword of white. Ability: In both forms, the blade is very sharp, able to cut through quite a bit. In his elder form, however, not only is he granted flight via the wings, but the blade can pass harmlessly through items not specifically infused with spiritual energy if he so desires. Techniques:Powers:Eternal Youth- While it may not entirely confer the immortality the Micans is presumed to have, he is nonetheless able to control the spiritual energy coursing through his body to such an extent that he can reverse-age it. In this way, he is able to keep up a youthful appearance when so desired, while similarly returning to his elder appearance when desired. By this same general application, he can recover from injuries during such a change, provided he has enough energy remaining to do so; given that it takes a little time, however, the change is by no means practical in combat situations. Cast Seal- The best way anyone would be able to describe this ability is that the surrounding reishi becomes outright heavier. In such a way, it makes special powers more difficult to utilize effectively besides, presumably, the Micans himself (though in reality, he is simply proficient at combat without using spiritual power). Within the Vatican HQ, the effect is increased quite noticeably due to the reiryoku-infused sigils spread out within. Overall, the effect extends in a relatively wide area around him. Farseer- This ability uses similar sigils as his Cast Seal, and when he uses it, one could easily mistake him for participating in prayer as it necessitates him to close his eyes. Through this ability, he can see through hidden, nigh undetectable gatherings of reishi at specific points in a wide area, allowing him to see, though not hear, things occurring elsewhere at the time of use. Penance- A final resort, of sorts; usable only at such times as Takahara is in a weak state, his power and the surrounding reishi alike suddenly flare up. The worse shape he is in at a given time, the greater the flare, blazing through spiritual matter with little impunity; thus a part of the reason why it is rarely used, though with enough concentration it can leave some spaces relatively untouched. Those within its effective range of up to 30 feet on each side, depending on his state, will have to be fairly strong in order to survive it for very long. Role-play sample:- Spoiler:
"Welcome to the church, my friend. How may I help you this day?"
Such was the fairly standard greeting exhibited in the church, but from the lips of the one who had spoken it, it seemed naught but genuine. Sure, there was the light oddity of being stared curiously at with only one eye while the other remained covered (missing, presumably?), but the elsewise kind expression threw any judgement of such a thing to the side. So too, perhaps, did the fact that the boy that had spoken was clearly a member of the church, if his white garb and the symbol of the Vatican over the heart were any indication. Not to mention the fact that the boy, who seemed to have been busying himself with cleaning the otherwise unoccupied benches, was the one to do the greeting.
"Oh... y-yes..." the man who had entered spoke hesitantly, wringing his hands and otherwise looking around carefully as if seeing if anyone, or anything, else was watching. "M-my wife, she... well..." There he cut himself off, his eyes glancing firmly down to the ground not a step away from him, to the red carpet of these hallowed halls he had entered.
"Yes?" the greeter calmly prodded, standing fully upright in attention where before he had still been kneeling slightly. 'Twas clear enough to him, to Takahara, that the man was in need of something; and if he couldn't offer it, who could. Of course, there remained the hidden fact of who he was, but beyond that, he was a member of the church. What he could offer, many of them could as well. "You don't have to tell me details, by any means; just tell me what you might need, and I'll see what I can do for you," he offered in turn, a standard means of granting comfort and privacy.
"W-well... she... attacked... she..." the man spoke, panic and even despair more clear on his face now that he was beginning to relay the situation he came here regarding than before. Tears began to fall in clear recollection, and the man flinched suddenly when the boy suddenly seemed to be in front of him. He was... but... surely his mind had played tricks? Surely his despair had him lose track of everything around him long enough for the boy to come, rather than the sudden, abrupt appearance his eyes were certain they saw?
"Calm yourself, please," the boy merely spoke, placing his hands somewhat firmly on the man's shoulders. Even his voice came off as having, the man swore, a subtle firmness, though was it in the tone? No... he'd swear it wasn't, yet... it was there... and... "Sir?"
Snapping suddenly out of his curious little reverie, the man hazarded a look up into that single eye. Even that seemed to have a certain... calming presence, enough at least for the man to slowly, cautiously proceed. "I... my wife... I need power, she needs..."
Rather than cutting himself off, this time it was a slight grunt from himself that cut him off, elicited from the previously light grip of one of those hands on his shoulders suddenly becoming firmer, even to the point of being a little painful. There was a slight anger to be found in the boy's green eye, but almost as soon as that and the tightened grip had come, they both passed. "'Power,' you say? No... it is not mere 'power' that our God or Micans Nitore bestow, not without strength. I understand your wish to protect, but if it is simple 'power' you seek, you'll need look elsewhere. If it is assistance in your plight that you seek, however, you have come to the right place. Now what will you do if you do attain this 'power?'" the boy inquired. Attempt to brush one of his hands off in a panic though the man did, his hands and arms were yet unmoving, calmly holding the man there with the barest of grips.
"I... I want to destro..."
"No," the boy scolded, the grip of one hand suddenly and briefly increasing for a second time, causing the man to visibly flinch.
"N... no? But..." he began to protest, before a third squeeze cut him off yet again.
"We do not 'destroy;' instead, we cleanse, and only the evils," the boy chastised. "You wish revenge on the creature that did your wife harm, then, do you not?"
"Y-yes... of course..." the man cautiously replied, certain he'd feel that tight, iron grip for yet a fourth time. It never came, however; instead, a sadness in that boy's eyes that seemed to hurt all the more than mere physical pain.
"I understand your will, make no mistake, but if you get revenge, what then?"
"I... well..." the man stammered, uncertain how to answer. Or perhaps in a way, how to answer safely.
"Think on it... please. Think on this desire of yours and what it may bring. And for now, is your wife still alive?"
"She... she is..." the man answered with a slight nod, tears beginning to well up again.
"Bring her here, then, as soon as you are able. We will not help in achieving anything like revenge, but we will in seeing the safety of the people around us. Such is our, the church's, desire; after all, we are all God's children," the boy spoke with a light smile, finally releasing his grip on the man's shoulders and letting his hands fall back to his sides. "Here, though; a charm to help protect you on your way," he spoke again, reaching for something in his pocket before lightly grasping one of the man's hands and transferring the small item, merely a stone with a cross-shaped sigil on it.
"This is..." the man inquired, looking doubtfully to the stone and tracing a finger lightly over the pattern before his eyes returned to the boy in front of him.
"Merely a charm, as I said; an item blessed with grace to defend you from the evils occasionally to be found, such as that which harmed your wife," the boy explained. "I would ask you to avoid them if at all possible, however; the charm is not infallible, and cannot protect you from everything. Now go, bring your wife here and we of the church will do everything in our power to help her. That I promise."
"Y-yes... thank you..." the man spoke, granting the boy a light bow before hurrying off.
"You're quite welcome, and let my grace be upon you... amen," the boy spoke softly, chuckling slightly before returning to the small duty that he had been so abruptly interrupted from. If they but knew who he was... but no matter, things were fine as they were, for now. There were still those Sins and the yet to close gates of hell to deal with, but all things came in time. With luck, the reports he was due would be flowing in soon.
For now, though, he relaxed with his little chores, however menial. Such foolish creatures humans were, though... acting on such base, shallow desires. But then, he supposed, that was simply how they were, and often how he progressed; they were feelings not unknown to him, after all.
"S-sir!"
Already? That was impressively fast, or...
"Come in, swiftly," the boy spoke, though there needed be no further prodding; the man was already rushing over to where he was after barging so suddenly through the doors. "I know, something follows you; worry not, they may make it in here, but they'll not make it any further," the boy calmly assured, letting out a light sigh before picking himself back up properly to his feet. At this rate, he was never going to be able to simply relax... but such was just how things went, wasn't it?
And then the creature in question... one of those underlings of the Sins, now, was it? Here he'd thought it would be one of those 'hollows,' but this creature was not so lucky. Human though it appeared, Takahara most certainly knew otherwise... but then, the jet-black wings were a rather obvious give-away besides the spiritual energy signature.
"Where? Where?" the creature mindlessly screeched, its voice muffled slightly by the black mask it wore so tightly that it might have been skin. All it spotted besides the decor after looking around frantically was one boy alone, who had since pushed the man down and out of view behind the bench that was, irritatingly enough, only half through with its cleaning. Such days... honestly, if he could simply be allowed to get things over with calmly sometimes...
"I suppose one of your... masters sent you off for something and you found something from the church to come and chase after, did you?" Takahara spoke, noting the state of the stone the earlier visitor still held in his hand, now badly cracked. He'd probably used it as a shield or some such thing... it wasn't wrong, but really, it was apparently too much to ask people to know having it on their person would be enough...
Rather than words in response, the creature in question, that known as a togabito, let out a loud screech before charging. In such enemy territory, however, it only got a short ways.
"Cease," the red-haired boy spoke in a definitively commanding tone, his eye narrowing. The creature indeed suddenly did, as if caught off-guard by something; even the man kneeling in hiding nearby couldn't help but cow slightly under the apparent force of the voice. "Forgive me, but you've sins to repent for... farewell, and amen."
So he spoke, closing his eye and holding a hand to his heart as if for a momentary prayer; which, in fact, was precisely the case. Upon completion of that small task, his right fist clenched, only for pure white to grow from within. Further and further the opaque white went before it concluded its growth in the shape of a standard longsword, with no remotely definable features save the white. If the man disbelieved the boy's sudden appearance before him earlier, he did no longer; in a flash, the one that had acted as a greeter earlier disappeared, only to reappear behind the creature that had followed him here.
One slash. That was all it took, and the creature was, with a cry of pain, fading away. It wasn't even forceful, or eventful; just a casual swipe downward, splitting the creature cleanly in twain. And with a light exhale from the boy, the sword itself disappeared, fading into light.
"Come, then... in light of the situation, I will lead you to another member of the church who can return you to your wife and assist her at your home," the boy offered. Walking down the aisle calmly as could be, he came to a pause by the bench the man was still kneeling by. "After all, we'd not wish to lose another to these sinful creatures."
"Y... yes..." the man simply spoke with the barest of nods, supporting himself on the nearby benches to pick himself up to his feet before he began to follow that boy. It seemed so... easy to, somehow, but perhaps that was just the promise of receiving assistance tricking him...
Rank/level - MST-2 Hankou - 13 Reiryoku - 15 Hakudo - 17 Seijuu - 17 Bukijuu - 16 Hoho - 17 Points awarded: Total points: 95
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