Post by jujinko on Jul 30, 2006 12:51:09 GMT -5
Name:Jujinko Magasuchi
Age: (Current form age is 50, but is originally thousands of years old.)
Image/Description of Character:
You have 1000 points to allocate to the following 5 attributes:
Attack: 200
Strength: 300
Defense: 300
Speed:100
Endurance: 100
Weapon: (Currently none, but looking for his Kitetsu)
Style: Chinese Bastard sword style mixed with Chinese Broadsword.
Move:
Darkness void: Jujinko can utilize the shadows to make up for his massive figure and lack of speed, by moving with the shadow realm to any location he wishes that is within sight.
Soul Drain: Jujinko's right hand is the only part to be wary of when disarmed. The cursed limb will take the very life essence of anyone that is held within it's grasp. If someone manages to get away, it will take a long time to recover. Both mentally and physically. In an advanced maneuver he can harness the dark power for long range attacks, but he is currently too weak to develop that skill.
Twin Fury: When the Legendary Kitetsu is in his grasp, he has the ability to use the dark void to create a 'gap double' of the sword as it looks like two kitetsu's connected at the handle in a double-edged style that upon inflicting damage, the wound will burn with the same black intensity inflicting a mind chilling pain that can cause torture to the person for a while afterward.
History: Jujinko Magasuchi came about in the unknown years of the Samurai, long before the current time. In his day, he was an unstoppable Leader with the ancients of the Oda Clans. His might has been rumored in legends upon scrolls that have been recovered from the ancient cities of Nagasaki.
Originally an outcast Chinese Shogun for his disloyalty to the emperor, Jujinko was but a normal warrior wandering the lands of China and Korea, training continuously to sharpen his skills. He had no family to go to, no money to go anywhere with, causing him to steal his way to life. That was how he got to Japan. Stowing aboard an old trade ship, Jujinko stole away to the island of Japan.
The lust for power and the continuously warring states, appealed to his blood thirst, causing him to join the Oda Clan as a loyal subject. After years of fighting and hard work, he made his way to a general rank over the Oda Army and stood alongside the old, but amazingly powerful Gojinkashi Oda. The Great Grandfather of the famed Nobunaga Oda to be, was a powerful and stern man who took Jujinko under his wing, combining his Shogun abilities with the long, curved kitetsu and the ways of Bushido.
However, every man has his price and soon his patience grew weary of the never ending cycle. His own impatience caused him to kill Gojinkashi and claim ownership over the clan. The clan, however, was loyal to their former master and attacked jujinko in an futile assault. His anger and rage released at last, allowing Jujinko to slay most of the army and send the rest running for their lives. Gojinkashi's son escaped with his mother, signaling the return of the Oda someday.
After his shameless battle, Jujinko went into Solitude. There he kept his anger and rage to himself, forming his own dark abilities that were some of the most twisted and painful ways of death. Having been in solitude so long, his own darkness consumed his soul, turning him into a pure entity of hatred. It was there in the dark caverns of the mountains...that it began. With the Japanese steel from deep within the mountain's depths, he forged the dark armor and helm that would forever remain in the fearful eyes of those few who survived his onslaught, and the dark dragon blade that took the souls of many a warrior in the ancient days.
Jujinko finally emerged from his slumberess state to the still waring world. His hatred came down upon Japan and was known as the Dark Age for the small country. His vengeance for all who ever opposed him in his younger years, grew stronger as with his powers. That was until, the legendary warrior called 'Komosiki Gasaji' came to face the wall of darkness.
With his skills and mighty katana, the Samurai proved more than a match for the Dark Lord, sending his darkened soul back into the depths of the mountain for another 3000 years.
So there in the mountains he slumbers, awaiting his awakening into the world yet again. His blade, the legendary Dark Dragon is sealed away in another area of Japan, never to be used again.
(When he awakens he starts off at an amazingly weakend state. It will take a lot of time to even start getting his abilities back up. Who knows maybe it can make a future storyline.)
Goals:Assasinate the family of Gasaji, and bring down his reign upon the war-ridden land yet again.
Sample post (100 Words Minimum):
The cold and lifeless earth. Under it's warm shell is another world not so different from the surface. Endless depths of darkness that stretched out along it's massive surface, giving it the guise of a darkened world trying to keep it's true self from emerging. The humans...above that dwell upon it's riches and war with each other, have no idea of the very problems they are causing.
Their chaos is what will undo the very thing they are striving to have...peace. Suddenly, a slow but gentle beat travels beneath the surface of the jagged rocks of the mountain as the darkness corrupts the mystical seal that was placed upon the landscape so long ago. A heart beat, in a sense. Although what lies beneath has no heart, at least not anymore.
The pebbles rumble for a moment as something pounds just before the slender river that flows with a sense of sweet serenity, despite the very force that lay beneath it. A muffled yell suppressed by the earth arises until suddenly the surface is gently broken, revealing a gloved hand with a shining Dark armor that gleams in the sunlight as if darkness had never been so bright. The hand turns into an arm, then the horned shoulder armor arises form the ground as the Dark Lord slowly stumbles form his earthen tomb. Standing up for the first time in so long, his full height at 7ft 10 inches tall. The armor gleams in the sunlight as dirt falls from it, as if brushed by some invisible force. The Horned Helm of the Ancient Dark Samurai extends to the side in an impressive malice that seems too horrible to approach.
A woman of japanese origin, collecting water for her household crouched frozen next to the small stream and watched in silence as the figure rose from it's grave. Her Kimono was covered in water droplets as the water splashed up onto her, oblivious to her own state.
The loud inhales and exhales of the Dark Lord seemed to echoe through the clearing. It was a very unnatural sound (Darth Vader sound literally) that held an unmistakable evil aura. As Jujinko turned on his heel, causing the steel plate foot cover to scrape across the small pebbles, the woman dropped the dish to the ground as it smashed to pieces. The hands that once grasped the dish now covered her mouth, as to stop herself from screaming. In the helm's inner realm, there was only a blue burning flame that seemed to suck the life from your eyes if you stared too long. Jujinko reached down and released the long chain that connected the face mask and let it click, click, click all the way back up to his helm until a loud snap poised that it was in place.
The blue flame seemed to seep through the mask as he tilted his head towards the woman. Jujinko then began rather abruptly to stumble towards the woman in his weakened state. The loud 'cling' of his armor reverberated all around inside his armor as he made his way across the shallow river to the woman. The woman began to back away, but he merely raised a hand and said in a powerful and unhuman, mechanical sounding voice, "Nooo..." The woman froze where she was, standing strangely as tears began to fall down her face. Jujinko came out of the river and onto the muddy bank, allowing the heavy water to fall from his large armor.
The outstretched hand suddenly grasped the woman around the throat as she tried to scream in panic, but was cut off by his powerful grip. The color began to drain from her face as her very essence drained into his form, slightly empowering him but only enough to allow him to keep going.
Jujinko let the frail body of the young woman fall to the ground. He had returned, but he was weak and needed to return to his former glory and find...his Kitetsu.
(Let me know what you think so far. I have more to add, have to assist people in moving.)
Age: (Current form age is 50, but is originally thousands of years old.)
Image/Description of Character:
You have 1000 points to allocate to the following 5 attributes:
Attack: 200
Strength: 300
Defense: 300
Speed:100
Endurance: 100
Weapon: (Currently none, but looking for his Kitetsu)
Style: Chinese Bastard sword style mixed with Chinese Broadsword.
Move:
Darkness void: Jujinko can utilize the shadows to make up for his massive figure and lack of speed, by moving with the shadow realm to any location he wishes that is within sight.
Soul Drain: Jujinko's right hand is the only part to be wary of when disarmed. The cursed limb will take the very life essence of anyone that is held within it's grasp. If someone manages to get away, it will take a long time to recover. Both mentally and physically. In an advanced maneuver he can harness the dark power for long range attacks, but he is currently too weak to develop that skill.
Twin Fury: When the Legendary Kitetsu is in his grasp, he has the ability to use the dark void to create a 'gap double' of the sword as it looks like two kitetsu's connected at the handle in a double-edged style that upon inflicting damage, the wound will burn with the same black intensity inflicting a mind chilling pain that can cause torture to the person for a while afterward.
History: Jujinko Magasuchi came about in the unknown years of the Samurai, long before the current time. In his day, he was an unstoppable Leader with the ancients of the Oda Clans. His might has been rumored in legends upon scrolls that have been recovered from the ancient cities of Nagasaki.
Originally an outcast Chinese Shogun for his disloyalty to the emperor, Jujinko was but a normal warrior wandering the lands of China and Korea, training continuously to sharpen his skills. He had no family to go to, no money to go anywhere with, causing him to steal his way to life. That was how he got to Japan. Stowing aboard an old trade ship, Jujinko stole away to the island of Japan.
The lust for power and the continuously warring states, appealed to his blood thirst, causing him to join the Oda Clan as a loyal subject. After years of fighting and hard work, he made his way to a general rank over the Oda Army and stood alongside the old, but amazingly powerful Gojinkashi Oda. The Great Grandfather of the famed Nobunaga Oda to be, was a powerful and stern man who took Jujinko under his wing, combining his Shogun abilities with the long, curved kitetsu and the ways of Bushido.
However, every man has his price and soon his patience grew weary of the never ending cycle. His own impatience caused him to kill Gojinkashi and claim ownership over the clan. The clan, however, was loyal to their former master and attacked jujinko in an futile assault. His anger and rage released at last, allowing Jujinko to slay most of the army and send the rest running for their lives. Gojinkashi's son escaped with his mother, signaling the return of the Oda someday.
After his shameless battle, Jujinko went into Solitude. There he kept his anger and rage to himself, forming his own dark abilities that were some of the most twisted and painful ways of death. Having been in solitude so long, his own darkness consumed his soul, turning him into a pure entity of hatred. It was there in the dark caverns of the mountains...that it began. With the Japanese steel from deep within the mountain's depths, he forged the dark armor and helm that would forever remain in the fearful eyes of those few who survived his onslaught, and the dark dragon blade that took the souls of many a warrior in the ancient days.
Jujinko finally emerged from his slumberess state to the still waring world. His hatred came down upon Japan and was known as the Dark Age for the small country. His vengeance for all who ever opposed him in his younger years, grew stronger as with his powers. That was until, the legendary warrior called 'Komosiki Gasaji' came to face the wall of darkness.
With his skills and mighty katana, the Samurai proved more than a match for the Dark Lord, sending his darkened soul back into the depths of the mountain for another 3000 years.
So there in the mountains he slumbers, awaiting his awakening into the world yet again. His blade, the legendary Dark Dragon is sealed away in another area of Japan, never to be used again.
(When he awakens he starts off at an amazingly weakend state. It will take a lot of time to even start getting his abilities back up. Who knows maybe it can make a future storyline.)
Goals:Assasinate the family of Gasaji, and bring down his reign upon the war-ridden land yet again.
Sample post (100 Words Minimum):
The cold and lifeless earth. Under it's warm shell is another world not so different from the surface. Endless depths of darkness that stretched out along it's massive surface, giving it the guise of a darkened world trying to keep it's true self from emerging. The humans...above that dwell upon it's riches and war with each other, have no idea of the very problems they are causing.
Their chaos is what will undo the very thing they are striving to have...peace. Suddenly, a slow but gentle beat travels beneath the surface of the jagged rocks of the mountain as the darkness corrupts the mystical seal that was placed upon the landscape so long ago. A heart beat, in a sense. Although what lies beneath has no heart, at least not anymore.
The pebbles rumble for a moment as something pounds just before the slender river that flows with a sense of sweet serenity, despite the very force that lay beneath it. A muffled yell suppressed by the earth arises until suddenly the surface is gently broken, revealing a gloved hand with a shining Dark armor that gleams in the sunlight as if darkness had never been so bright. The hand turns into an arm, then the horned shoulder armor arises form the ground as the Dark Lord slowly stumbles form his earthen tomb. Standing up for the first time in so long, his full height at 7ft 10 inches tall. The armor gleams in the sunlight as dirt falls from it, as if brushed by some invisible force. The Horned Helm of the Ancient Dark Samurai extends to the side in an impressive malice that seems too horrible to approach.
A woman of japanese origin, collecting water for her household crouched frozen next to the small stream and watched in silence as the figure rose from it's grave. Her Kimono was covered in water droplets as the water splashed up onto her, oblivious to her own state.
The loud inhales and exhales of the Dark Lord seemed to echoe through the clearing. It was a very unnatural sound (Darth Vader sound literally) that held an unmistakable evil aura. As Jujinko turned on his heel, causing the steel plate foot cover to scrape across the small pebbles, the woman dropped the dish to the ground as it smashed to pieces. The hands that once grasped the dish now covered her mouth, as to stop herself from screaming. In the helm's inner realm, there was only a blue burning flame that seemed to suck the life from your eyes if you stared too long. Jujinko reached down and released the long chain that connected the face mask and let it click, click, click all the way back up to his helm until a loud snap poised that it was in place.
The blue flame seemed to seep through the mask as he tilted his head towards the woman. Jujinko then began rather abruptly to stumble towards the woman in his weakened state. The loud 'cling' of his armor reverberated all around inside his armor as he made his way across the shallow river to the woman. The woman began to back away, but he merely raised a hand and said in a powerful and unhuman, mechanical sounding voice, "Nooo..." The woman froze where she was, standing strangely as tears began to fall down her face. Jujinko came out of the river and onto the muddy bank, allowing the heavy water to fall from his large armor.
The outstretched hand suddenly grasped the woman around the throat as she tried to scream in panic, but was cut off by his powerful grip. The color began to drain from her face as her very essence drained into his form, slightly empowering him but only enough to allow him to keep going.
Jujinko let the frail body of the young woman fall to the ground. He had returned, but he was weak and needed to return to his former glory and find...his Kitetsu.
(Let me know what you think so far. I have more to add, have to assist people in moving.)
