Post by anei, eichi on Aug 16, 2010 21:20:09 GMT -5
Anei, Eichi
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Eichi
SURNAME »
Anei
NICKNAME »
Old Hag
Itch
Itchy
Lady over there
AGE »
800+
APPEARS »
25
GENDER »
Female (But many would call her an IT)
SEXUALITY »
Pansexual
RACE »
Anei Youkai (Shadow demon)
BLOOD »
Pure
PROFESSION »
Mage
EYES »
Blood red
HAIR »
Crimson
HEIGHT »
5’ 8”
WEIGHT »
125 lb
SCARS »
If she wanted to have them, she could shape-shift into having them.
MARKINGS »
Once again shape-shifting FTW
TATTOOS »
Please go up one~
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[/color]People say I’m a rather special Youkia, and I’d like to take that as a compliment. Other times they say that it isn’t, and I just shove a stick up their ass. I don’t have the stick-up-my-ass attitude that makes me grumpy and always roar at people. Charging at people over territory, and being considered an idiot. No, I am not a low class human, garbage, trash, my brother; I would like to refer to mysYoukia as a well breed Youkia of high class. Though I am spending most of my time experimenting on live object, I’d like to say that I’m a Youkia with a laid back and nice personality. Others say that I’m a sadist with serious mental issues, but just as they say. ‘Don’t believe what you hear, and only trust half of what you see.’
xI like to talk a lot, so don’t be surprised if you find me talking to some random stranger about how such a weird day I had. People say that my attitude is a little hard understand, and I say they should just stick it. When I should be mad, you’ll find me smiling. When I should be sad, I can get rather getting sadistic. When I should be out cold on the floor from too many sake, you’ll find me dancing around the room saying some rather interesting things. Most of the time I’ll be smiling away, you’ll be wondering what the heck is going on. 80% of the time I’m thinking of some kind of diabolical plot on how to create some new chimera, and the other 20% I’m half asleep with drool coming out of mouth.
xMost of the time, if they’re some kind of crazy person already in the room. I’ll be the calmest person you find in the area. I’d like to think myself as a real class lady, who will break her calm attitude to smile and smash your head into the wall if you call her an old hag. So I’m a little touchy on that issue and can be a serious sadist. I do love all kinds of food, though I can’t stand spicy or chocolate foods. I will complain loudly about how horrible the food is. I’ll even spit it out in a very disgusting way to show how horrible it is. So don’t expect me coming around there any time soon.
xI can’t stand the thought of being anywhere around children, and would rather, ‘go to hell, come back, and repeat’. Though I do have good control over my emotions, the cries of children always unsettle me. The haunting memory of my mother’s death surfacing can cause me to get a little more demonic than I like to be. Yes I will go RAWR on people’s asses that are nearby, but usually I try to get myself away from the cries. Nor can I stand when a man seems to think they can get all possessive over me. I don’t like being touched, they can look but if they try, expect their body being sliced to ribbons by tiny little threads~<3
xI like lazing about, and shirking off anything responsible. I’d rather let a group of people die an untimely death before I ruin my beauty sleep. Though if the noises are a little too loud for my taste, I’ll just kill all of them to get some peace and quiet. For the most part you’ll find me relaxing somewhere, going over my notes, and causing a mass of dead people to rave. I will admit to being a sadist and I do prefer dead people because they don’t complain about you talking too much. Even though I do love the attention of people, I prefer quiet places when I come up with something new for my notes. No noises or you’ll die~<3
xAttention is something that I love. I’m not afraid of the spot light, and I’ll admit that I can get distracted from what I really should be doing. People always seem to think that having someone with me will solve that problem. What they don’t know is that I usually ditch them at some area. I don’t need someone looking over my shoulder, tsking at my work. Though I won’t hesitate to ditch the job if I find something worth wild on my research, but eventually I get back to work anyway.
xI can hardly stand being around my brother much. Though we are always yelling and arguing over the simplest of things, I love him dearly. I would fight with my brother with distaste, and hatred, but deep down we know that we hold each other in high esteem. He’s a stick-in-the-ass brother, and I’m the experimenting-cracked-up sister. We’re family, how could we not love and hate each other?
xI don’t particularly have a great love for my fellow Youkia, but nor do I like looove Ningen. They’re all just iffy sometimes. Like if they try to attack me, their asses are kicked. If they try to court me, their asses are kicked. If they amuse me, I like them. They are just there, I’ll usually ignore them. For the most part anyway, I just go with the flow. If they don’t bother me, I don’t bother them. It’s a mutual trust kind of thing, that most usually fails at times.
x I have a certain infatuation for dead things, and how creatures survive. I just enjoy slicing open the dead corpses of a Youkia or Ningen, or even a half-breed. Of any of the races that I love to cut open, it would be the half-breeds. How their mana just meshes and collides in chaos with the human side of them is truly wonderful. They’re the most interesting people to watch as they go about the world trying to survive. To see the inner workings of their body and see how they differ from any other race. Someday I hope to find a Youkia and Ningen with their child dead, so I can cross-examine their bodies and …oooo just thinking about it makes my spine shiver in excitement.
xI enjoy doing experiments on live creatures. Have I told you that yet? Well my newest fad is creating chimeras, so it’s no surprise that you’ll find dead, dissected, gruesome looking animals in dark areas. If so, I’m sorry. I tend to have a habit of leaving things as they are when I get an idea and I have to rush off somewhere else, but my curiosity a little too much for me at times. Sometimes I just don’t know when to leave things be, and that gets me into trouble most of the time. Such is the curse of my interest in gaining knowledge.
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ALLIANCE » Neutral
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[/color]Shape shifting ability
I’m able to not only change the shape of myself, even the mass, but also to change my voice to my will. Mimicry is a must with an ability to change shape.
xManipulation of the Shadows
I can bend the will of the shadows to anything I see fit. To make a wall, to make a dagger, to make a spike, to create doppelganger, and other things. The smaller the object, the more ease I have. I can only stretch the shadow so far before it must return to its original spot. I can only use my shadows in light, and not when it’s dark. I’m practically without my shadows to use at my will during that time.
xNecromancery
The ability to raise the dead does cost some energy my dear. It takes skill and practice to do what I can do. I can summon the dead spirits of ningen, youkai, and hanyou. I can cause the corpses of bodies to move at my will. Though I however cannot cause a dead person to live once more. I’m not that good.
xThreads
I’ve gotten a liking of causing my shadows to turn into thin steel like threads that I use occasionally to subdue an enemy or cut them into shreds. Though of course since I use the shadows for the forming of my threads, I can only use them in light.
xPotions
That’s right ladies and gentlemen. Come one, come all and I have the elixir to give you youth beyond your years(gets rid of wrinkles)! A magical concoction that can solve your blemishing problems! The tonic that can cause anyone to fall in deep passion with you! (not a love potion) Come one, come all; you don’t want to miss these enticing potions~
xCharms and hexes
One great way to swindle nigen from their money is to provide them with charms to give them protection, hexes for their enemies, and spells that ward off youkai. Besides how else do you think I’m going to get what I need? I don’t resort to stealing money but swindling. I have more pride thank you very much, and my charms are legit! Legit I tell you!
x Shadow Chimeras
I’m not much of an alchemist, but I will tell you that I do enjoy creating chimeras. Finding out new combinations to put together a chimera that’s strong, durable, fast, and smart. As of late, my research hasn’t gotten me to the point where I’ve created the perfect chimera, but I’m getting there. Maybe I need to use some kind of intelligent life form to fit those criteria….hmmmm…oh yes what was I talking about? Chimeras..shadow right! Right now I’ve created a chimera that can hide into the shadows, that was I don’t have them lumbering behind me and getting attention that I don’t need.
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[/color]I was born of two Anei-Youkai, my mother being a well known demoness for her strong will and hell of a kind of potions, and my father being a well known necromancer. I, being the younger of two children and the only daughter of the family, I was rather spoiled and loved to spend time with my father. For the most part I lived a fairly comfortable life, as comfortable as an older brother prodding and teasing you could be. Challenging you and saying that you couldn’t do anything as good as he. Well I made sure to show him up, and other times I made a complete fool of myself.
x My mother came from the East, England, where my father had met her from his travels from Japan. How they got hooked up, I will not bother to even wonder. A fiery woman mating with a lazy ass is beyond what I understand, so I never asked, but it wasn’t long ago after they met that my brother was born. That’s why he has an English name, while I have a Japanese name. Merely for the fact that I was born in Japan when my mother finally decided to travel back with my father, though even then she still complained of having to do that. Making it seem she’d rather be there with more civil people than with the ruffians of Japan, but she never went back.
x For the most part I kept to my training and was a good girl. Though my father would beg to differ since I do have quite the mouth, and despite being a great necromancer he was the laziest man I’ve ever met. I had to always kick his ass and yell at him to get up from bed and teach me Necromancery. Which half failed since he would merely teleport me a few miles away, which left me to my own studies. Spending time with little frog that I like to dissect, which eventually got me interested in dissecting other living and dead creatures. I soon eventually moved up to youkai children my age, and I soon got grounded for that. Father said I was too young to gather up a hobby and I shouldn’t bother with a petty hobby like that even then. If only he knew that I did pick it up, but I’m sure he would be proud of my research that I’ve collected. He never liked dealing with living people and kept to himself from other Youkai’s. I always wondered why he never got involved with the Youkai politics, but eventually I came to find out that after taking up a family from another land, we were nothing of importance to them. Didn’t help that our race of Youkai wasn’t favored either.
x Now my mother on the other hand was quite the busy body. I never really understood why she mated with the laziest demon I have ever met, but I guess that’s why I don’t understand the true meaning of love. She always kept a smile on her face, even when she was being attacked by some random stupid youkai. I guess that’s where I get my sadistic smile from. She always had a pleasing aura around her and I did enjoy her company, but she was busy half the time with the other village youkai. She rarely looked at me, and I wonder if she ever really loved me as her child. Who knows, she’s dead now so it doesn’t matter to me really. I have long since stopped trying to crave for her attention, and stop doubting myself if I ever did anything wrong to appease to other people.
x Then there is my brother. Oh sweet, sweet Alexander. Such an asshole I wouldn’t mind him dropping off the face of the earth by some unknown reason, but if anyone ever bothered to even try and kill him? Well they’d be dead before they could say ‘OHSHIT!’. It may seem like we don’t have the greatest relationship, and rather I never see him, but just the idea of someone else ending his life really bugs me. He can die of some natural accident, and I wouldn’t care, but his blood if anything should be ended by my own hands. Anyway, I was talking about him, right? Right! We didn’t grow up exactly close as some of the Youkai’s around here, rather he made it his job to make my life a living hell. Point out every single damn mistake I do, and manage to stay on my parents good side. I was the bad child, the ‘troubled’ one as they would say. It’s not that I had an attention of a squirrel, rather I just found things more amusing that listen to them.
x Now by the time I had reached my adolescents, I was pretty damn good at tricking people into think I’m someone else. It’s kind of hilarious to say, and even then I could get a good bearing at manipulating the shadows. You would have no idea how much fun I had then, people didn’t look over my shoulder at that time. Rather they were too busy to notice if I was doing okay, but that’s fine. I entertained myself by swindling humans on the roads, pulling pranks on Youkai, and managing to deceit a Ningen Lord into giving me his lands. Of course I ended up being ‘exercised’ by an old hag for a Miko, but it was anything but hilarious when they saw me the next day. Of course I still kept to my studies like a good little girl, hell knows they think I’m anything but good.
x One day, once I’ve come of age concerning to Youkai age, my parents just left. They took every possession they own, except for my father’s notes. Just left Alexander and me, all alone with each other. You kind of can guess that I took my stuff, even father’s notes, and left the area. Leaving my dear brother to do whatever the hell he wants to do. Me, I went on an adventure to travel around Japan a little more, research and mess with stuff. Met a few people along the road, none of them that interesting to remember their names, considering I’m really really bad at that. Though I’m sure I’ve met a Muffin, Cooks, Baa-san, and Jiiji-san. Eh my memory isn’t really trained to remember stuff like that, so let’s just say I met people and traveled places.
x Traveling around to become strong and all that, then lo and behold! The Shikon Jewel resurfaces after fifty years of being gone. Though I, myself, usually didn’t have any interest of gaining power from something that didn’t involve hard work much, it became more interesting when it shattered. Though even then, I didn’t bother to go after it. Might call me egotistical for thinking that I’m all that hot, but it made me sick thinking that I needed something else to make myself strong. So I just watch the struggle between Youkai on it, though I haven’t been able to snag one before. Then there’s the fact that there is that Naraku character around the place, of course I never would be frightened by a hanyou, but it’s slightly unnerving. With how he seems to absorb Youkai just for the sake of getting even more powerful. Gives ya the willies when you think about it.
MOTHER » Worthington, Elizabeth Yolie
FATHER » Anei, Kuria
SISTERS » NONE
BROTHERS » Anei, Williams Alexander
MATE » NONE
CHILDREN » NONE
OTHER » NONE
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THE RP SAMPLE »
He had never been one to stay still for long, so it was a surprise that he didn't want to get up and walk around his new apartment. Though of course if we started to talk about his major sunburn and chewed up legs, then yes there could be a reason why he didn't want to get up. Though of course he would never just sit in his bed with nothing to do, so he's comfortably lounging on the couch with his back propped with many pillows and his lower half covered by sheets while reading a book.
Of course the whole apartment is rather dark. Sun made his sunburn irritated by the hot rays, the only light he had in the dark room is a single lamp behind him. His foot slowly itches at the burning pain of his other bandaged ankle, he sighs in defeat as it does nothing more than to irritate it even more.
It's his own job in this new world that had caused him to have his legs bandaged up up to the middle thighs. A faulty mistake on his part, but he's had worse injuries before and survived them. He had taken up a job in the science department in Velukia, a grunt job at the moment. The many lower scientist that work in a faction, of course with his patience and brilliant mind he would eventually make his way up. Though even if he does the grunt work, he does slightly enjoy them to an extent. He has less paper work to deal with, but it's usually because his higher staff members can't bother to do it. So he's stuck with it, and no way of getting rid of them without loosing his job.
It was rather a simple job with his faction really, just gather the dead bones of some monsters and report back to the lab. Of course it always seems easy, until you find out that there's a really really horribly big monsters just waiting for you in these corpses. There is a reason why there are dead bones there, so it ended in a fight against the science team and the beast. Yuan being the more experienced of them was doing fine, until one of them fell behind and almost got eaten by the large monster.
Being too nice for his own good, Yuan just had to get the things attention towards him. He got cornered, ended up with his legs being chewed up, and most of the science faction left for dead in the sun. His shirt and lab coat got shredded to pieces, so he eventually summoned Calden to the rescue and got rid of the wretched thing. Too bad he couldn't move his legs to get to safety, and he didn't have enough mana to keep Calden summoned to carry him. So he waited for over five hours for help.
Let's just say after that ordeal, he was taking a very large break to recover. He threatened the nurses to release him from the hospital and half limped half dragged his sorry ass back to his apartment. Even after a week so far, his sunburn was starting to peel in a nasty manner and his legs still felt like crap. He could walk, but they still hurt like a bitch. So he just doesn't walk unless he really really needs to, and since he doesn't need to do anything other than take a bath when needed. He never really has to move from his little fluffy couch. Which is really comfortable I must mention.
Flipping a few pages, he finally gets fed up of the silence and throws the book across the room. Hearing a thump as he crosses his arms and leans back into the pillows. Everything has been quite as of late, no adventures, except the science faction job, and no screwed up quests. Hell, he's almost made himself drop off the face of the earth with his lack of contact with his 'friends'. He hadn't talked to Kratos in a very long time, not since that one conversation they had. Either Kratos is avoiding him, or he's avoiding Kratos, either way they've been at far lengths of each other. The both of them just need some distance from each other, it happens when either of the two of them get pissed off. Nothing new between the two, after all it's been their unspoken oath for 4,000 years.
Everyone else, well he wasn't sure why he never bothered visiting them. He's always been the one to visit other people, but nay a stray soul would bother to visit this poor bored Seraph. No, it's too much to ask to have them just waste their precious time on him. Yuan leans his head back and rubs his temple with a sigh, he was starting to get himself irritated already. Shredding the blanket to show his bandaged feet, he gets up slowly all the while smoothing out his green vest. Straightening the collar and tie and moving his legs around to get comfortable in his shorts. He would have never dared to wear this outfit in public for it's long boots and lacy lace, but since he's in his own confinement of his apartment, he could wear whatever the hell he wanted. This outfit was just convenient for it's shorts that didn't mess with his bandaged up legs.
"I think some good ole' alcohol can ease me of my tension." Yuan says silently to himself with a smile. His bare feet plodding towards the kitchen to find his treasure. "Now then. What do I have. Some white wine would be good, don't need to get wasted."
Years of solitude causes you to talk to yourself, but he isn't worried about his sanity. It's long been established that he had none, and that the only thing that was left of him was his snarky comments and witty personality. There is no need to sanity when you can be considered the most ancient person on this world. Hell he could probably rival this city for it's age, but no one really needs to know that.
Taking out a Muscat white wine from his cabinet, he quickly gets a glass and pours it in. Grabbing the cup and gulping it down before looking at the bottle and the cup. Forgetting the cup he grabs the wine bottle and just slowly walks towards the table with a sigh. Looking at the piles of paper on there with a sneer. With a sweep of his hand he swipes the paper off onto the ground. A single paper fluttering in the air as he looks at the small diagram of a key crest. The sneer on his face turning into a frown before looks away at the sudden slow motion of the paper. Time just seemed to stop so slow on him as all the research he's been doing just slowly fall to his feet. Sudden formulas flashing in his mind, and that ever so eluding ore just an arms reach from him.
Flinging a chair back slightly to plop himself down, he snatches out one of the papers from the air to look at it while taking a big gulp of the wine. He was so close, and even if he were no expert on something like this he just had to find the right ingredients. So far his search for a Dwarf with the right ability to do what he needed was going great, and he had found the rest of the stuff he needed but that damn ore just eludes him. If this was Aselia, it wouldn't take but a simple trip here and there and he would have the cure, but he's not. He's a whole new world were he has no idea if there are any similarities to his own, if there is such an ore like the one he needs here.
He never was good at expressing the right kind of emotion he wanted to, like Kratos always said. The only thing straight forward about him is his anger. So if he could do this one thing for Lloyd, would it be enough to show that he did care. He's already running out of time, the symptoms are just piling up. Then here he is, sitting here drinking wine because he can't do a damn thing right now. His legs are just too weak to support him for long. Lowering his head with gritted teeth, his hand slowly tightens around the bottle before it shatters from his sheer strength.
Sitting there with a blank look with the bottles shards digging into his skin and causing him to bleed a lot, the pain not registering for a while before it just hits his hand full throttle. He hisses for a while before walking over towards the sink. Wincing every time he pulls the shard out and runs his hand in the water. Not feeling the cool sensation over his hand, nothing but the burning pain. Letting the water run over his cuts for a while, he eventually decides to start bandaging it up with a sigh. Flexing the now painful hand, he slowly just lets his head hit the counter. His cerulean hair pooling around his head with a sigh of annoyance.
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