Name: Kaijin (and Bachiri)
Age: Appears 19 most often, sometimes 22, is actually 342
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Kaijin stands at 5’10” with semi-pale skin and dark rimmed eyes. Hair is blond and styled so that its spiked in the back while the front is combed down and partially covers the eye-patch he wears over his right eye while his left is uncovered and hair brushed behind his ear. The visible eye is blood red naturally while the other eye has been changed to appear black while the pupil is red – an affect of Bachiri’s influence over him. He’s since adapted his clothes to fit Earth more as opposed to his home world and so wears a black scarf that drapes one leg over his back and the other over his front. He wears a black tank-top with a black T-shirt over it, and a light gray jacket that reaches his hips before splitting into four pieces that hang down to mid-shin and has long sleeves that split into tails with a black leather belt going across his chest and matching ones around each arm near the shoulder and a second one attached by two black leather, hanging strands a few inches below the first set. His pants are a pair of black jeans that cover a pair of boots that reach only a bit above the ankle. Has a piercing on his lower-lip and often has a cigarette in his mouth – a habit he’s had since his life in his own realm since they can’t ‘kill’ him, and a pair of black, fingerless gloves. On his right shoulder he has a tattoo of a black, jagged spiral with a black slash through it to which he only has vague recollections of why he has it.
Upon will Bachiri can influence his appearance beyond just his right eye, even turning the skin pure midnight with his dark energy, hands then taking on a more clawed appearance, and his other eye changes to match. Golden locks then become a dark and dull gray, and ears pointed and long. Lastly, Bachiri is able to ‘exchange’ voices between his own and Kaijin’s, though usually only if he’s trying to keep his identity a secret while out of sight.
Personality:
There are sort of three sides to Kaijin.
First off there’s The Kaijin. The truest of the personalities and rarely seen due to often being either under Bachiri’s influence or his body fully being controlled by the dark spirit. The real Kaijin can be quite sarcastic at times and seem like he’s rather pessimistic but in is in truth just trying to get a rise out of someone, and actually enjoys life despite the loss of most loved ones hundreds of years ago. While careful of making friends, if only because usually he outlives them, he’s not a hard person to get along with if one can take a joke…or a few. Is sometimes cryptic in his words if he doesn’t feel like spelling it out and is only amused if the person doesn’t get it in time (such as one time telling some guy to be careful about flying only for the guy to be shot into the sky by a geyser moments later).
Secondly, there’s the side of him where he is otherwise controlled or influenced by Bachiri. Still holding to some of the sarcasm and occasionally cryptic messages, he could care less about what happens to others and is vastly amused if they turn into demons (his world) or hollows. More chaos is always best, and its more fun if one can cause it from the inside. Though people running about and screaming can be a delight, there are times were he enjoys the simplicity of utterly fooling someone even if he’s just about spoon fed them the truth. Predictable until its realized that that’s what he wanted one to believe, and thus a tricky bastard due to the mental games he likes to play. Trust is something he hardly believes in as anybody can betray you, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make ties if the goals lay at the end of the same road and isn’t adverse to sharing the spotlight, or outright giving it to someone so that he can play in the shadows. The real Kaijin hates this side.
Lastly, there’s Bachiri, who is, and isn’t a part of Kaijin. Actually an evil entity that’s taken over his mind, body, and soul, Bachiri wishes to have his own body again but is all too happy to take over Kaijin’s and cause havoc from within and out. If he had his way the world would be filled with demons praying upon fearful humans, lapping up the sheer fear, despair, and hatred they dispel while hiding or within their last moments of life. The more they experience this, the easier it is to make more minions after all. Unfortunately there are still things he fears but this knowledge is kept close to him and one other individual…
History:
[Life Before Death]
One last wish: that had all he’d had left in him. Just one. Only it became an impossible one.
A soldier, that had been the main career of most young men due to the ever problematic race they called ‘demons’ or ‘fiends.’ So like many he enlisted and became a warrior for the sake of protecting his family members and other individuals incapable of fighting back the hoards. Parents, grandparents, sister, and friends: all precious to him, so why not fight so that they may live a life of peace? This was the plan, a simple one, but one nonetheless. Perhaps after awhile he’d come to have his own family or not, he wasn’t much of a future planner beyond the simplicities so he’d see about it when the time came.
Years passed and he made it through the training with his classmates, not the shiniest star but a good soldier nevertheless. Could gain captainship in a few years if he played his cards right and proved himself time and time again. Assuming he’d live that long. Sadly, he could not.
Intelligence had told of a village currently under attack by a few demons so his troop had been sent out to deal with the minor threat. Completely unprepared for the sight of what was likely over 50 demons for but a ten man squad, complete with a large demon destroying the temple to pieces. Trying to hide away they sent one man for back up only to be discovered minutes later by some of the demons. One had one of the absent man’s arms in its mouth before gobbling the last appendage. In an otherwise hopeless situation they could do only one thing then: fight.
Hazy light filtered into view as Kaijin came to. Dust was in the air and he could see the corpse of his troop commander laying some twelve feet away. Large figures were about and for a moment he believed them to be the demons but when one came close enough was revealed to be other troops and some medics. Some bodies were heaped into a pile to be transported, and a few who were ‘salvageable’ or not on death’s door received their own stretcher. While on death’s door Kaijin still had some time left and for the bravery he and his team showed, was given one last request. To him, it came naturally: to be able to see his hometown, and those most precious to him. The distance wasn’t too terrible and thus they could assure him his last request…or so they thought. When the team had arrived demons were still running about, but some of the hoard, including the large one, had already moved on and came across Kaijin’s home. The last sights of his life were of the wreckage that was his birthplace.
[Death and Sacred Beasts]
Smooth like silk or satin, swishing against his skin in feathery light touches while what felt like wind danced above him. The pleasant sensations stayed but didn’t squelch the bits of panic that arose upon opening his eyes and taking in the strange and swirling skies. Not a thing like he’d seen before: could be assured of that much. But the where’s and how’s and why’s began their amassing chaos within his mind until it went blank from the sheer overload. A whisper floated into his ear, nothing audible but soothing in tone. The idea to actually stand up occurred as though a sudden thought and doing so he found that he was on something of an island of flowers. Water fell from the surrounding large cliffs and around his island, and turning around, he could see that it then fell into a hole that was large, but a comfortable distance away from the island. At least enough if he fell in he could certainly swim before the current became too strong.
The ever long held inclination that ‘one is not alone’ rose up on him, and turning around he saw a half-circle of people feet away from him. They offered him a second chance at life, and a new way to defeat the demons. An easier way than through the means of swords.
‘Can I not rest?’ was his first thought upon hearing the offer. Of course he was offered, but was the rest of his troop that had been killed? Somehow he doubted so. And he’d never been particularly lucky so likely he wasn’t some randomly drawn departed soul that had the chance to ‘seek vengeance’ or something else he didn’t really believe in the need to have. Yet they informed him it wasn’t any need of his for vengeance, merely the reasons behind his convictions in defeating the demons that ran rampant and caused tragedies and chaos. Only a corrupt or impure soul would desire something such as vengeance as even the demons’ souls were once human. But if it’s only for the sake of protecting those who might suffer such tragedies at the hands of the corrupted souls…well, that’s different. That could become a benefit to the race so long as the person was willing to make certain sacrifices.
He was willing.
Unfortunately a sacrifice was the ability to love as such could corrupt someone in his position of immortality. So if one tried to take on a lover there was no hope once her time was up or if a demon got to her first. The gods weren’t ignorant to human ways and the darker paths one could fall. And so he was granted use of the Aeons: a series of mystical and mythical beasts that served each god personally, some of their first creations, and Kaijin was given the mission to deal with the demons while aiding the living, sending the souls to the Farplane, while purifying the corrupt ones. So for over one hundred years this mission was his alone.
Until Shino happened along and was given similar powers to his, only she was given a new and recent series of astral creatures to summon who would absorb corrupt souls and purify them. Given the task of training her he soon came to see her much like his younger sister, sometimes joking that she was the reincarnation sent to keep him company in the afterlife. Whenever they parted ways they’d always tell the other not to die too badly before they saw each other again – cursed with rebirth in the Farplane in servitude to the gods’ will.
It was during one such parting that the irony in the differences in how their beasts functioned struck home and caused fate to change drastically. A demon had managed to progress fast, worse than any of the oversized fiends one found rarely and into something more…
Human.
Not human, of course, due to its own vile nature and make-up, but beyond the point of salvation, its desires almost palpable to each and every sense.
More.
More fiends.
More.
More fright.
More…
Chaos…
Mine.
It’s.
Making use of each and every Aeon he’d gained as time past, some requiring more strength to wield than others, each was defeated until but only Kaijin stood before it and its poisonous aura. Strength waning, and no Aeons to call upon, Kaijin wasn’t one to allow this entity to live while he had nothing to lose. Oh so wrong was this belief. Using the last of his strength he managed to get in a strike with his staff, putting all his energy into purifying this being away, even if it meant the loss of its soul and those it had devoured. It had to die. A high pitched screeching sound erupted from it as its body did indeed dissolve before his eyes, not realizing all the smoke and mist he was breathing in, and thought himself victorious.
So very wrong.
[Bachiri and a New World]
All that disintegrating was merely showmanship on the demon’s part, though it knew that it might have been the end if that strike had stricken true. It hadn’t lived so long to be taken out now by a servant of the gods when it had gained its own ambitions compared to its mindless and simple brethren. The mist was its true essence, permeating Kaijin and leaking into his brain, heart, as well as finding its way to the astral plane that held his soul apart from others’. All will had to become his or risk Kaijin shaking him loose and exorcising Bachiri from his body. But to hold the powers of creations from the gods them selves was too tempting to pass up and so it was all or nothing.
Success.
Though Kaijin was still conscious of every and each action, and his own personality intact within the corners and far reaches of his mind, Bachiri permeated everything else, changing his actions and reactions, his foremost thoughts, and exchanged parts of himself with Kaijin to change desires and goals.
What he didn’t know was that the moment this occurred the gods knew of it and immediately summoned Shino to the Farplane where she was charged with either purifying Kaijin, or his destruction so the monster inside would die with him. Not that Bachiri would make it easy to be found by the other servant, Kaijin’s memories melding with his and he knew better than to face her until ready. Until then he left a trail of chaos and messes for her to clean up, at least until the gods set a trap for him that locked both Kaijin and Shino in an area in which combat would then be forced until a victor came about. A year passed as this fight took place before it came down to the last tricks up their sleeves. If only by luck Bachiri was then able to open a hole within the dimension that threw both into another world where the gods’ held no power. The only real damaging point was this lead to the loss of Kaijin’s ability to summon the beasts. So this meant he’d have to force their return through dark measures. First he’d require creatures of decent power though. The only power he’d retained was the staff’s defensive ability to paralyze and even that was iffy at best in their currently drained state.
To his amazement there were beings with very similar powers to Kaijin’s of this world: they called them selves “shinigami.” Over time he became rather friendly with one who had been meeting with someone who had previously been one but left for certain ‘reasons’ – something about possible peace but it was of no real care or concern. It was the obvious power both possessed, and their tendency towards kindness and ‘understanding his plight’ worked in his favor. Once the timing was right he sacrificed both to regain two beasts. For a third one he combined a few strong human souls with a rogue shinigami – he wouldn’t be missed, surely? While far from top form, it was better than nothing. But while the names were truly the same from old, he couldn’t help but sometimes refer to them through the “sacrifices” names.
Recently he’s learned of a few beings that might be able to help him in his new endeavors, though it all depends on if they will join him or attempt to strike him down first…
Skill Ranks:
1. Weapon Proficiency lvl 3
2. Endurance lvl 3
3. Super Speed lvl 3
4. Hand to hand lvl 2
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