Post by Raem Kichishima on Aug 14, 2009 17:42:46 GMT -5
Name: Raem Kichishima
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Eyes: Orangeish brown
Hair: Deep orangish brown
Personality: If there was a record for being brutally silent for an extended amount of time, Raem would probably be the record holder. No one has ever heard him talk. Ever. End of story on that matter.
He has a very critical opinion of himself, always trying to improve at whatever he can. His looks, his personality, his social skills, magical skills etc. Though he doesn't always have success in most of these fields, he's a persistent individual, almost deludedly so. Another thing is that he's cuttingly intelligent and a clever sorcerer, traits that serve him well as the Crimson Lotus's intelligence officer.
A thing Raem believes most is that actions speak louder than words. Whenever one of his teammates step out of line or do something he believes will jeopardize the mission at hand, he will act accordingly to get everyone back on track; or, if that isn't possible, neutralize the threat as quickly as his skills will allow. When faced against an opponent, he remains calm, cool, and always calculates his next move with ferocious conciseness. Rather than waste energy on flashy in-your-face attacks and abilities, he tries to use as little energy as possible to extinguish the threat at hand.
When Raem does speak, it's only to convey a point that every other action has failed to convey. He speaks the same way he does battle, clear, concise, and straight to the point. In his voice you can hear his intellect brimming out from his lips, stating only the most logical course of action in the least time possible.
All these characteristics make Raem sound like a robot underneath those heavy clothes. Let me assure you that that is far from the case.
At an early age, Raem developed an anxiety disorder called haphephobia, otherwise known as the fear of being touched. He is deathly afraid of the thought of something other than himself making direct contact with his skin. Even thinking about the most minor of touches, just a little poke or something, give him night sweats. This is the explanation for the heavy clothing you see in the pictures, and why he centers his personality as the aloof, solitary anti-social type of person who prefers to work alone.
In reality, Raem is not devoid of any feeling whatsoever. In fact, for being in a Dark Guild, he may feel too much. He doesn't like to see his powers hurting people, nor seeing people get hurt. This is precisely why he choose his position in the guild as merely an infiltration and intelligence officer, so that he didn't have to actually fight anyone. Even with this, however, Raem is not above killing a person in order to achieve his goal; even though he tries to avoid doing so actively. He only kills people if they leave him absolutely no choice at all.
Raem, though the reputation of the guild he joined may influence people to the opposite opinion, has a good heart. He does care for his fellow guild members, and will do whatever it takes to ensure people don't get hurt and the ultimate goal of the guild succeeds. Though he might not always have the stomach for the jobs they carry out.
He is also very passionate about learning, and always looks for something new to learn every day.
His hobbies include playing the saxophone, a trade his mother taught him. He expresses what he feels in music what he cannot express in words or actions.
Raem is also fascinated with the art of sailing boats. He hopes one day to be able to buy his own boat and sail all across the ocean, out into the unknown, and discover all there is to discover.
Physical Description:
What he looks like. Get a good look, because chances are you'll never see this side of him.
His usual attire
Other than this, Raem stands at 5'8 and is fairly well built.
Occupation: B-Rank mage
Guild: Crimson Lotus
Location of Guild Tattoo: Right above the left elbow.
Specialty: Infiltration and gathering intelligence for those who are willing to do the dirty work.
Serial Flux magic.
When having no other choice, Raem is a cool and cunning opponent in combat who shouldn't be underestimated. A cunning tactician and skilled mage who can analyze situations near instantaneously and make decisions.
History: There really isn't that much to learn about me. My story isn't a long one, though I could consider it interesting. I'm not entirely sure myself. After all, the interests of individuals depend largely on their tastes. The beholder will perceive what they wish to perceive, even though those perceptions may differ from the actual universal truth.
But I digress. I shall begin this account now.
I was born on the night a rare comet passed overhead. A beautiful, glorious spectacle that happens once every 10,000 years. It was a white-tailed comet, just some chunk of condensed metal and ice the universe created in it's infinite whimsy. Even still, for those of us mere mortals who don't understand the true complexities and mysteries of what transpires beyond our own horizon, such events are a thing to behold. What kind of legacies are being created, out there in that inky void we call the night sky?
My mother used to say that when I took my first gulps of air, I breathed in stardust. She would always tell me that the heavens had destined me for greatness, that I was to become as shining and as beautiful as the comet that passed overhead and blessed me, a young babe newly conceived, into the wide world.
Perhaps she was right. It's been a while since I looked into the mirror and saw someone I could really be satisfied with. I learned early on in my life that the world can be a cruel and unforgiving master, that sometimes, when you least expect it, when you dare to dream of greater things, it takes a wet hand and slaps the nonsense out of you with one frigid stroke. But that's only on some times. The world, it seems, is as temperamental as a woman.
It was early on in my childhood that I suddenly discovered my fear of being touched. It was at work, when my father and I tended to our mango fields. I don't exactly remember how or why it happened. We were just doing the same thing we do everyday. Suddenly, when my father took my hand, I felt a searing pain. As if someone had just taken a glove of fire and wrapped it around my entire body. Burning, unbearable pain.
They say it's all in the mind. That the pain isn't really real. That it's just how your body tells you something isn't right. It's nothing to really worry about. But it feels real. It feels so, incredibly real.
And it hurts like hell.
There is where the turning point in my life began. Where I began receiving funny looks from children whom I once frolicked and played with. People who once used to lift me up and teach me to reach for the heavens could no longer stare down at me without their looks filled with heavy pity. Have you any idea what it's like to be pitied? To be looked down upon and see their eyes? The gaze is sharper than a knife, and cuts deeper than any blade imaginable. Have you a sense of what if feels like to walk in on a game of tag and find that your closest friends must back away from you for fear of hurting you? To find that suddenly you can't receive a hug or shake hands? You can't play with the other kids because your afraid one of them might accidentally rub against your shoulder? Do you have any idea what it's like to have to alienate yourself, simply because your afraid? Simply because you feel pain?
That was the deciding factor. That was my breaking point. I had to get out of that town. I had to go and run away. I realize my decision hurt my parents more than any touch could ever hurt me, and as I ran down to the harbor, I'm not ashamed to say tears were flying from my eyes.
I stole aboard a ship christened The Ringweaver late in the night, when the moon was high and the stars were at their highest and brightest point. I found myself a nice little niche, wrapped myself underneath a tarp, and, as if all the energy had been drained out of me, fell asleep.
I was about 10 when I ran away from home. My adventures at sea began the very next morning.
As expected, I was found almost immediately the following day. But the men were good to me and, apart from our first encounter, which, when one shook me on the shoulder to bade me awaken, I jumped in fright and pain, they respected me and my own needs. They fed me, clothed me, and gave me labor as their cabin boy. They shared everything of theirs with me, and accepted me as a part of the crew. I swabbed decks, played cards, and laughed with these salty men of the sea. I even went to bars and drank with them (though these occasions were rare and far in between). In the year I traveled with them, they became like brothers to me.
But then, during my time at sea, I realized how vast and expansive the world really is. Sailing from continent to continent, from island to island, and meeting all kinds of people gave me a sense of how utterly insignificant I and my troubles were. This didn't discourage me in the least, however. In fact, this fact was the kindle that set my adventurous spirit ablaze.
So one day, I decided the time had finally come. After much discussion around us, I would get off at our next stop. Though it saddened my companions to have to see me leave, and some were even in ardent protest to my absence, I was adamant in my decision. A boy of eleven would traverse this new land and continent that is Fiore.
So, after many a heartfelt goodbye, so-long, and farewell, and with the supplies they so graciously equip me with, I was off to explore a new and treacherous land.
The first thing I did, however, was send a letter to my parents, who were still at home on their mango farm. I wrote them news of how I was doing, and how I intended to live my life.
I promised that, once I found myself, I would come home.
Though I encountered many hardships my first few days as a vagabond, eventually I got the twist of it. I worked odd jobs, like street sweeper, farm hand, dish washer, etc, earning my income while never staying in only one place for too long.
Eventually, during my employment at one of these occupations, I met a mage named Tajono Tater and his apprentice, Lily. The man was old, but incredibly wise, and perhaps one of the strongest people I have ever known. Lily was one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on, yet, she was as deadly as any exotic and venomous flower.
The three of us traveled together for a time. All the while, they taught me their arts. A magic they called Serial Flux. Oh, how I wish I could recount all the adventures we had. One such incident comes to mind, involving a refrigerator and a Giant Squid the like of which you could not perceive the epicness of, even in your wildest and most hallucinatory dreams. There were times that I would also rather not recall, such as the first time I had to kill a man in self-defense. It wouldn't be the last time either. Traveling as a mage meant facing many dangers along the path, but, as wrong and painful as it may seem, the most important rule a traveler must learn is to never loose your own life.
Now, unfortunately, a complete recountence would only mean a longer read, and since I understand that people's attention spans are decreasing as the generations go on, I'll skip those adventures and go straight to the part where we finally part ways.
It was a cold night when they suddenly left. I, by now 16 years of age, sense something was amiss. I went to check in the Tajono and Lily's rooms, and found they had gone. To where and why, I do not know. I never saw them again after that.
So I traveled alone, a new, refreshed, and experienced wander. For a year I resumed this life style until one day, being hired as a body guard, I met suddenly with the infamous Crimson Lotus.
Now, I had no idea what their business was with my employer. He was not a well-liked man, and he had been accused of many under-handed things. But I thought he was a kind and good man at heart. It was a shame he ended the way he did.
I woke to a strangled scream. Cursing my folly at falling asleep at the door, I barged in only to find my charge dead and the assessing standing over him with freshly drawn blood on his knives. Before I could react, he jumped out the window and disappeared into the thick forest surrounding the mansion (admittedly, an isolated mansion on top of a mountain surrounded my a lush, thick, dark forest probably isn't the best place if your a man who's being targeted for assassination). I, wanting to at least avenge my fallen employer, gave chase.
I caught up to the man eventually, and we dueled a little before his backup arrived. I was captured. Then, suddenly, to my disbelief, the ringleader of the operation, whose name was Jaffar, gave me the choice of joining the guild, rather than being a captive and, ultimately, be put to death.
For lack of a better option, I accepted. That's basically it.
There. Now you've heard my story. I hope it was an interesting read, for what it was worth.
Likes: The saxophone, sailing boats, squid, refrigerators, learning and discovery.
Dislikes: Being touched (obviously), killing people, talking, when people give him funny looks.
Positive Traits: Raem is, as repeatedly stated, a cunning mage and a brilliant tactician. Though he may act aloof and cold to his teammates, he actually cares very much for his guild members and will go out of his way to make sure they succeed in their quest with as little casualties as possible. Another reason why he picked the role of intelligence officer.
Negative Traits: Though Raem has proven that he is a great mage, he may not have the stomach to be in a Dark Guild. He has issues with killing, even though the opponent may be attacking him with all their might. It is for this reason that he still holds the B rank, because of his failure on some missions simply because of his ethics. In fact, it has been suggested that he actually be demoted.
Skills:
Serial Flux magic
An ancient form of transformation magic. It is said the inspiration for this form of magic came from the night sky itself. The user can basically turn any part of his body into an amorphous black ooze and/or other forms that they can manipulate and shape according to their will.
Serial Velt: The user "melts" into a black, amorphous puddle-like form that crawls along the floor. In this form, the user can hide in shadows and turn near-invisible. The user can also squeeze through tiny openings such as door cracks and gates. However, while in this form, the user cannot attack or defend themselves and have a serious weakness against magical attacks. Raem utilizes this form when on intelligence gathering missions.
Serial Pitch: The user transforms his hands into a pitch black mist that sprays out of his sleeves and coats the area in darkness for a short time, even being able to completely block out any existing light in the given area. However, the mist disappears quite rapidly during the day. Raem uses this ability as a smoke screen for quick escapes if he is discovered, or to gain an advantage when facing an opponent.
Serial Nos: Raem's main offensive ability. This allows him to transform any part of his body into large, disgustingly long hands that can be used to attack and defend. The hands have sharp claws for fingers for various use in cutting and slashing attacks and can extend about 7 feet long. The can also expand to shield Raem from attacks. Raem can transform his arms, legs, and even torso and head to become one of these things. However, Raem cannot transform more than two parts of his body at one time.
The hands look pretty much like this:
Equipment:
One decorated knife-
Given to him by Lily as a gift after one incident involving a worm hole and several nomadic people who praised a vaccum cleaner as a God.
The knife has no special abilities what so ever.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Eyes: Orangeish brown
Hair: Deep orangish brown
Personality: If there was a record for being brutally silent for an extended amount of time, Raem would probably be the record holder. No one has ever heard him talk. Ever. End of story on that matter.
He has a very critical opinion of himself, always trying to improve at whatever he can. His looks, his personality, his social skills, magical skills etc. Though he doesn't always have success in most of these fields, he's a persistent individual, almost deludedly so. Another thing is that he's cuttingly intelligent and a clever sorcerer, traits that serve him well as the Crimson Lotus's intelligence officer.
A thing Raem believes most is that actions speak louder than words. Whenever one of his teammates step out of line or do something he believes will jeopardize the mission at hand, he will act accordingly to get everyone back on track; or, if that isn't possible, neutralize the threat as quickly as his skills will allow. When faced against an opponent, he remains calm, cool, and always calculates his next move with ferocious conciseness. Rather than waste energy on flashy in-your-face attacks and abilities, he tries to use as little energy as possible to extinguish the threat at hand.
When Raem does speak, it's only to convey a point that every other action has failed to convey. He speaks the same way he does battle, clear, concise, and straight to the point. In his voice you can hear his intellect brimming out from his lips, stating only the most logical course of action in the least time possible.
All these characteristics make Raem sound like a robot underneath those heavy clothes. Let me assure you that that is far from the case.
At an early age, Raem developed an anxiety disorder called haphephobia, otherwise known as the fear of being touched. He is deathly afraid of the thought of something other than himself making direct contact with his skin. Even thinking about the most minor of touches, just a little poke or something, give him night sweats. This is the explanation for the heavy clothing you see in the pictures, and why he centers his personality as the aloof, solitary anti-social type of person who prefers to work alone.
In reality, Raem is not devoid of any feeling whatsoever. In fact, for being in a Dark Guild, he may feel too much. He doesn't like to see his powers hurting people, nor seeing people get hurt. This is precisely why he choose his position in the guild as merely an infiltration and intelligence officer, so that he didn't have to actually fight anyone. Even with this, however, Raem is not above killing a person in order to achieve his goal; even though he tries to avoid doing so actively. He only kills people if they leave him absolutely no choice at all.
Raem, though the reputation of the guild he joined may influence people to the opposite opinion, has a good heart. He does care for his fellow guild members, and will do whatever it takes to ensure people don't get hurt and the ultimate goal of the guild succeeds. Though he might not always have the stomach for the jobs they carry out.
He is also very passionate about learning, and always looks for something new to learn every day.
His hobbies include playing the saxophone, a trade his mother taught him. He expresses what he feels in music what he cannot express in words or actions.
Raem is also fascinated with the art of sailing boats. He hopes one day to be able to buy his own boat and sail all across the ocean, out into the unknown, and discover all there is to discover.
Physical Description:
What he looks like. Get a good look, because chances are you'll never see this side of him.
His usual attire
Other than this, Raem stands at 5'8 and is fairly well built.
Occupation: B-Rank mage
Guild: Crimson Lotus
Location of Guild Tattoo: Right above the left elbow.
Specialty: Infiltration and gathering intelligence for those who are willing to do the dirty work.
Serial Flux magic.
When having no other choice, Raem is a cool and cunning opponent in combat who shouldn't be underestimated. A cunning tactician and skilled mage who can analyze situations near instantaneously and make decisions.
History: There really isn't that much to learn about me. My story isn't a long one, though I could consider it interesting. I'm not entirely sure myself. After all, the interests of individuals depend largely on their tastes. The beholder will perceive what they wish to perceive, even though those perceptions may differ from the actual universal truth.
But I digress. I shall begin this account now.
I was born on the night a rare comet passed overhead. A beautiful, glorious spectacle that happens once every 10,000 years. It was a white-tailed comet, just some chunk of condensed metal and ice the universe created in it's infinite whimsy. Even still, for those of us mere mortals who don't understand the true complexities and mysteries of what transpires beyond our own horizon, such events are a thing to behold. What kind of legacies are being created, out there in that inky void we call the night sky?
My mother used to say that when I took my first gulps of air, I breathed in stardust. She would always tell me that the heavens had destined me for greatness, that I was to become as shining and as beautiful as the comet that passed overhead and blessed me, a young babe newly conceived, into the wide world.
Perhaps she was right. It's been a while since I looked into the mirror and saw someone I could really be satisfied with. I learned early on in my life that the world can be a cruel and unforgiving master, that sometimes, when you least expect it, when you dare to dream of greater things, it takes a wet hand and slaps the nonsense out of you with one frigid stroke. But that's only on some times. The world, it seems, is as temperamental as a woman.
It was early on in my childhood that I suddenly discovered my fear of being touched. It was at work, when my father and I tended to our mango fields. I don't exactly remember how or why it happened. We were just doing the same thing we do everyday. Suddenly, when my father took my hand, I felt a searing pain. As if someone had just taken a glove of fire and wrapped it around my entire body. Burning, unbearable pain.
They say it's all in the mind. That the pain isn't really real. That it's just how your body tells you something isn't right. It's nothing to really worry about. But it feels real. It feels so, incredibly real.
And it hurts like hell.
There is where the turning point in my life began. Where I began receiving funny looks from children whom I once frolicked and played with. People who once used to lift me up and teach me to reach for the heavens could no longer stare down at me without their looks filled with heavy pity. Have you any idea what it's like to be pitied? To be looked down upon and see their eyes? The gaze is sharper than a knife, and cuts deeper than any blade imaginable. Have you a sense of what if feels like to walk in on a game of tag and find that your closest friends must back away from you for fear of hurting you? To find that suddenly you can't receive a hug or shake hands? You can't play with the other kids because your afraid one of them might accidentally rub against your shoulder? Do you have any idea what it's like to have to alienate yourself, simply because your afraid? Simply because you feel pain?
That was the deciding factor. That was my breaking point. I had to get out of that town. I had to go and run away. I realize my decision hurt my parents more than any touch could ever hurt me, and as I ran down to the harbor, I'm not ashamed to say tears were flying from my eyes.
I stole aboard a ship christened The Ringweaver late in the night, when the moon was high and the stars were at their highest and brightest point. I found myself a nice little niche, wrapped myself underneath a tarp, and, as if all the energy had been drained out of me, fell asleep.
I was about 10 when I ran away from home. My adventures at sea began the very next morning.
As expected, I was found almost immediately the following day. But the men were good to me and, apart from our first encounter, which, when one shook me on the shoulder to bade me awaken, I jumped in fright and pain, they respected me and my own needs. They fed me, clothed me, and gave me labor as their cabin boy. They shared everything of theirs with me, and accepted me as a part of the crew. I swabbed decks, played cards, and laughed with these salty men of the sea. I even went to bars and drank with them (though these occasions were rare and far in between). In the year I traveled with them, they became like brothers to me.
But then, during my time at sea, I realized how vast and expansive the world really is. Sailing from continent to continent, from island to island, and meeting all kinds of people gave me a sense of how utterly insignificant I and my troubles were. This didn't discourage me in the least, however. In fact, this fact was the kindle that set my adventurous spirit ablaze.
So one day, I decided the time had finally come. After much discussion around us, I would get off at our next stop. Though it saddened my companions to have to see me leave, and some were even in ardent protest to my absence, I was adamant in my decision. A boy of eleven would traverse this new land and continent that is Fiore.
So, after many a heartfelt goodbye, so-long, and farewell, and with the supplies they so graciously equip me with, I was off to explore a new and treacherous land.
The first thing I did, however, was send a letter to my parents, who were still at home on their mango farm. I wrote them news of how I was doing, and how I intended to live my life.
I promised that, once I found myself, I would come home.
Though I encountered many hardships my first few days as a vagabond, eventually I got the twist of it. I worked odd jobs, like street sweeper, farm hand, dish washer, etc, earning my income while never staying in only one place for too long.
Eventually, during my employment at one of these occupations, I met a mage named Tajono Tater and his apprentice, Lily. The man was old, but incredibly wise, and perhaps one of the strongest people I have ever known. Lily was one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on, yet, she was as deadly as any exotic and venomous flower.
The three of us traveled together for a time. All the while, they taught me their arts. A magic they called Serial Flux. Oh, how I wish I could recount all the adventures we had. One such incident comes to mind, involving a refrigerator and a Giant Squid the like of which you could not perceive the epicness of, even in your wildest and most hallucinatory dreams. There were times that I would also rather not recall, such as the first time I had to kill a man in self-defense. It wouldn't be the last time either. Traveling as a mage meant facing many dangers along the path, but, as wrong and painful as it may seem, the most important rule a traveler must learn is to never loose your own life.
Now, unfortunately, a complete recountence would only mean a longer read, and since I understand that people's attention spans are decreasing as the generations go on, I'll skip those adventures and go straight to the part where we finally part ways.
It was a cold night when they suddenly left. I, by now 16 years of age, sense something was amiss. I went to check in the Tajono and Lily's rooms, and found they had gone. To where and why, I do not know. I never saw them again after that.
So I traveled alone, a new, refreshed, and experienced wander. For a year I resumed this life style until one day, being hired as a body guard, I met suddenly with the infamous Crimson Lotus.
Now, I had no idea what their business was with my employer. He was not a well-liked man, and he had been accused of many under-handed things. But I thought he was a kind and good man at heart. It was a shame he ended the way he did.
I woke to a strangled scream. Cursing my folly at falling asleep at the door, I barged in only to find my charge dead and the assessing standing over him with freshly drawn blood on his knives. Before I could react, he jumped out the window and disappeared into the thick forest surrounding the mansion (admittedly, an isolated mansion on top of a mountain surrounded my a lush, thick, dark forest probably isn't the best place if your a man who's being targeted for assassination). I, wanting to at least avenge my fallen employer, gave chase.
I caught up to the man eventually, and we dueled a little before his backup arrived. I was captured. Then, suddenly, to my disbelief, the ringleader of the operation, whose name was Jaffar, gave me the choice of joining the guild, rather than being a captive and, ultimately, be put to death.
For lack of a better option, I accepted. That's basically it.
There. Now you've heard my story. I hope it was an interesting read, for what it was worth.
Likes: The saxophone, sailing boats, squid, refrigerators, learning and discovery.
Dislikes: Being touched (obviously), killing people, talking, when people give him funny looks.
Positive Traits: Raem is, as repeatedly stated, a cunning mage and a brilliant tactician. Though he may act aloof and cold to his teammates, he actually cares very much for his guild members and will go out of his way to make sure they succeed in their quest with as little casualties as possible. Another reason why he picked the role of intelligence officer.
Negative Traits: Though Raem has proven that he is a great mage, he may not have the stomach to be in a Dark Guild. He has issues with killing, even though the opponent may be attacking him with all their might. It is for this reason that he still holds the B rank, because of his failure on some missions simply because of his ethics. In fact, it has been suggested that he actually be demoted.
Skills:
Serial Flux magic
An ancient form of transformation magic. It is said the inspiration for this form of magic came from the night sky itself. The user can basically turn any part of his body into an amorphous black ooze and/or other forms that they can manipulate and shape according to their will.
Serial Velt: The user "melts" into a black, amorphous puddle-like form that crawls along the floor. In this form, the user can hide in shadows and turn near-invisible. The user can also squeeze through tiny openings such as door cracks and gates. However, while in this form, the user cannot attack or defend themselves and have a serious weakness against magical attacks. Raem utilizes this form when on intelligence gathering missions.
Serial Pitch: The user transforms his hands into a pitch black mist that sprays out of his sleeves and coats the area in darkness for a short time, even being able to completely block out any existing light in the given area. However, the mist disappears quite rapidly during the day. Raem uses this ability as a smoke screen for quick escapes if he is discovered, or to gain an advantage when facing an opponent.
Serial Nos: Raem's main offensive ability. This allows him to transform any part of his body into large, disgustingly long hands that can be used to attack and defend. The hands have sharp claws for fingers for various use in cutting and slashing attacks and can extend about 7 feet long. The can also expand to shield Raem from attacks. Raem can transform his arms, legs, and even torso and head to become one of these things. However, Raem cannot transform more than two parts of his body at one time.
The hands look pretty much like this:
Equipment:
One decorated knife-
Given to him by Lily as a gift after one incident involving a worm hole and several nomadic people who praised a vaccum cleaner as a God.
The knife has no special abilities what so ever.
