Post by chronos on May 13, 2011 21:13:23 GMT -5
~Kinshin:||:Other Applications~
Idenitifcation:||:Biodata
Name: Chronos the incomplete but they call him chrome for short
Appearance: as you can see this demon looks far from human.Befitting his demonic nature, his appearance is almost a reflection of the stereotypical demon, featuring a horned head and red complexion.
Chromes eyes are framed by two black circles, with another black line that runs across his nose bridging the two; altogether, these markings greatly resemble spectacles. He wears a simple double-breasted black suit, and his arms are quite long, about his body's own length.he's not small like little demon but he came from the same general family. The only difference is he actually fully possessed his host unlike little demon
Personality: he's very secretive always hiding in the shadows waiting for the right moment to strike. A bit creepy to talk to since he violently jerks when around humans. Though, In a battle he can't control it. In order to better catch souls, and since soul eating has changed a lot, he has learn to become more civilized. His behavior has changed from hid usual bloody outburst into a more civilized behavior. Chronos holds a lot of hatred for almost anything, and it could make him go on rampage if he just let it out - that’s where civility comes in, to keep him calm. In the end, he will just behave ans hold out his anger. Sometimes he let's it put through words insulting people he hate in his mind.There’s always something for him to say about anything, whether he’s having a good time or not. It‘s kind of like an outlet for his hatred.
Abilities:||:Index
Combat Style: Chronos doesn't really follow any real martial art or fighting style, but great physical strength and can swing a his arms with much force that it can cut through anything even steel. He has fought many battles and has gained a lot battle experience, and skills. Chronos has no preference whether it's close hand to hand combat or ranged fighters he can handle it as the black blood provides him the ability to shape any weapon of his liking. He believes that there are different paths to get to the same destination, and is not to found of guns so that maybe the only weapon he refused to shape up and use. If he can take down opponent using non lethal force, he will. He has the best endurance because of black blood, but in contest Chronos doesn't have much attacking power since it makes up much of his defenses. This basic a tactic that he uses to end a fight quickly.
Abilities:
Bloody fingers: Chronos bites down on his finger letting the blood flow from his hands forming into tentacles while he's doing this he can't move and he's body is completely vulnerable to attacks.
Thousand arms: Chronos shapes his blood into weapons of his choice each weapon has a duration of 10 min(10 posts) before disintegrating then he can conjure up another one whether it's the same one or something different is completely up to him.
Black blood shell and healing: the blood spurting out of him can be used as a shield to block some attacks or as it speeds up coagulation of the blood. This may decrease Chronos's metabolism making him less alert and weak in battle
Streghts: He's very clever. Always prefering the smart way than the dumb way out. He would come up with complicated solutions to problems that seemed impossible to escape from
Weaknesses:very fragile when hit with a fatal attack but he can still fight only that he weakens the more he's injured. His attacking power increases though so it's sorta like a swap of power. Giving up his health for attacking power
Historical:||:Background
History: Jack had a really bad life. He was born as the mistake between a drunken navy officer and a whore, in England. Abortion didn’t exist at the time, so his mother thought about driving a knife in her womb immediately to kill him off. Being pregnant was bad for business, after all, as well as for the skills. But she later came back to her senses and thought about confronting the father about this, since the navy officer was bound to have deep pockets. Unfortunately, the plan was not thought out well enough, and in the end she was shot down - almost literally. So in the end, she decided to abandon the baby at birth. Some time after he was born, she died from an STD she caught with her next client…
Anyway, Jack was abandoned in a trash can, to be soon recovered by a bunch of drunkards in the streets who thought he was money and food. Somehow, one man thought it interesting to keep him and even raise this boy. And that’s when he was named - Jack because because it was the name of the man's father, Franklin because it was his last name. Although, Jack was sometimes called Squealer because… as a baby, he seemed to have a knack for crying in the middle of the night wanting for a bottle of milk. The man rarely took care of him and eventually gave him up at the orphanage.
jack grew up as a loner. He was threaten by bullies at the orphanage and also at school. There are times where he would stay outside in the middle of the night watching the night sky as a way to cope with his loneliness. As jack grew older about 11 yrs old he was taught how to steal, how to look for money and valuables, how to trust, how to betray… and of course how to fight. Jack began to develop a liking for alcohol as it gave him a temporary relief from his problems. At first, Jack didn’t really feel the need to kill like other people. He still held respect for other human lives, and only killed when threatened. Wounding was okay, but no ending life. Even worse, he would sometimes prevent others from taking a life in front of him. This earned him a lot of mistrust from other criminals he worked with but he managed to put up with it.
There was one event that Jack will never forget, and that has changed his life forever. Once in the cold night, when salvaging the trashcans for food, he met a girl, She looked to be Asian. She was a runner and has just left her family because her father kept beating up her mother and sometimes her when he drunks himself in beer. The others didn’t know how to deal with her but jack took her in and taught her the ways of the crook. Needless to say, everyone who came close to her lost some blood as jack would threaten them. She saw how jack was treating the others and left him as this reminded her how her father treated her.
Anyway,jack was at an the breaking point of his life as he saw nothing to live for. Everything that was good in life was taken from jack and now he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. So one day he decided to try out a new drug on sale in the criminal underworld. It was said that it came from death city and that it was made by Medusa herself. Jack didn't care who she was as long as it would make the problems go away. So he outbid them all and took the drug before going to sleep. While he was dreaming he saw what looked like a red face demon with two horns wearing a suit. Jack didn't even reacted as the demon began eating him away as he thought there's nothing in life he would go back for. And so that's the story of Chronos's creation and the reason his incomplete is because he hasn't eaten 99 human souls and a meister because after that he'll become a full kinshin.
RP Sample:
Silence.
A blistering silence fell upon the dark and desolate room once again that had just been a flurry of noise and activity between two. Once two hearts beat a fast but steady pace now just one at a slow mis-tempered beat. As if everything he had done he'd done a million times before. Maybe not a million, quite so much. But a few, nonetheless. The sound of distant sirens echoed throughout the City that never slept, the Big Apple, NY. New York. By far the most famous City in America. Hell, Britain's came here for Christmas shopping because it cost half as much as it did in england. This was a place that suited the Kishin, just fine. But now, he couldn't stay here for very long. Unless he was lucky. He could call up every now and again but he couldn't stay for too long. The first kill had been made, and these days, that's all the law needed to pin you down.
For a long moment, Chronos just stood there, looking down at the bloody heap of a man on the floor, his shirt had be discarded in some corner of the room. He didn't know where. Nor did he care. His red eyes just seemed to stare blankly, but full of woe still. His soul, bright blue and glowing in the dark. A human soul. Not quite so pure, but human. Perfectly human. It disgusted him. The soul of a man. Life's curse upon humanity everywhere. Out there, there were still those like him, but took nothing upon themselves to stop it. It was those human that made society think they were evil. Because they couldn't stop eating human souls. Chronos knew that kinshins never needed to eat humans but the temptation to do so made it too much for the other kinshins to control. At times chronos needed to eat human souls to keep himself in check. Unlike other kinshins, He only needed to eat human souls once a month to fulfill his desire.
Abusive kinshins
Or Arrogant humans
Hm. It was a hard decision. Once again he left it hanging in the back of his corrupted mind and he consumed the blue soul in silence. The self considered Incubus couldn't remember what life was like before all this. Was it really that sad that he couldn't remember anything but this. He hissed at the thought of him. The bastard better be rotting in hell because when it was his time to go he be heading down there to meet him and cause him the pain that he'd caused him for eternity. If the devil wasn't already doing his job. What he wouldn't give to bruise that pretty little face....
"Stop Crying you good for nothing piece of S***, You should be happy that I found you WHEN YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING MOTHER AFTER GETTING F*** LEFT YOU FOR DEAD!"
"Ah good old Dad, Always has something to say about my F*** mother".
Those Memories. They still haunt him. Although, he remembered bits of it he could never it all only bits of it. And now he'd never stop. Never, ever stop. Why should he? Revenge, he needed his revenge. he needed to meet him in hell even. The devil himself would die and he would rule over his suffering as well as everyone Else's. He'd come to far to stop. He had to carry on. He wasn't satisfied yet. Power, she needed more power.
