Post by FURUKIZU on Jun 20, 2010 16:07:21 GMT -6
[/color][/li][/ul]FURUKIZU
Age:
13 years
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Undecided/Asexual
Race:
Human
Occupation:
SlaveLooks Aren't Everything
Birthmark(s):
An oblong patch of lighter skin that stretches across the small of his back, and which is flecked with patches of darker skin.
Scar(s):
Subject to epidermolysis bullosa, more commonly known as the “butterfly-skin” disease, Furukizu’s skin is abnormally subject to bruises, tears, and scars, leaving him spattered with a multitude of scars, none of which are particularly noticeable on their own, though the sheer numbers of them is almost never missed.
Appearance:
Haggard, beaten, and defeated—this is the impression one gets of Furukizu on first sight, or on any other sighting. Suffering from a disease which causes his skin to bruise and tear with the slightest touch, Kizu is constantly suffering from large, vibrant bruises and painful cuts and scrapes—since his birth, there has not been a single day passed which he has gone without some fresh or still healing wound. Scars—from fine, white lines to larger, puckered areas of skin—can be found on just about every part of his body, though in the highest concentration along his legs and arms, and especially on his hands and feet. On their own, these scars are hardly impressive, but draw attention to themselves by numbers alone.
Yet scars, cuts, and bruises alone do not determine the haggard appearance of this boy—his slight frame and slumping, defeated posture only enhance the effect. Underfed and underworked, Kizu has very little meat on his bones, and only the barest traces of muscle along his emaciated body. Standing only at four feet and seven inches, and always dunking his head to stare at the ground, Furukizu is easily overlooked. His entirely miniscule size and battered appearance marks him as entirely not a threat, and his complete lack of strength only reinforces the judgment.
Furukizu’s shaggy brown hair is almost always falling across his face, helped in no small part by his almost constantly downcast chin and gaze. His dull brown gaze is often fixed on the ground, and lacks any spark of joy or livelihood—Kizu feels as defeated as he looks, and his easily confused and uncertain personality is most often the only thing a person will find in his eyes. His only unique feature lies across the small of his back—an oblong birthmark which forms a patch of lighter skin marred by smaller patches of dark skin; yet even this feature often gets dismissed as a collection of bruises.
As a slave, Kizu has no means of clothing himself beyond those granted by the slavers; at the moment, his only article of clothing are a pair of very tattered animal-skin pants which fit him only thanks to a cord of hide he employs as a belt. The pants are about as battered as he, being worn thin and sporting several holes in the material, as well as a rough cut around the bottom of each leg where Furukizu had to tear off the excess material to spare himself any more tripping than he is already prone to.What's Beneath the Skin
Personality:
Defeated and uncertain, Kizu’s personality matches his appearance in nearly every way. Having grown up as a slave and with a sister who treated him as even less than a slave, Furukizu never developed self esteem or confidence. Instead, he grew to believe what it seemed everyone else did—that he was worthless, weak, and suited to nothing more than slavery. His lack of confidence has grown to the point where he can no longer make even the simplest of decisions without facing a mental breakdown, leaving him entirely dependent upon the orders and guidance of others.
Yet it is not only because of this dependence that Kizu requires the constant guidance of a master; he longs for guidance, for a harsh master to remind him of the comfort he took in following his sister for so many years. He takes comfort in being controlled, for his mind has a tendency to go to the worst possible place anytime there is a question before him. He is terrified of having to think, of the things that he will think, and so can only find comfort in never having to think, in having a master who will decide his every breath to the point where Kizu can leave his mind entirely blank.
Obedient to an almost unreal level, Kizu can seem almost as though he is brainwashed; indeed, his upbringing was akin enough to a process of brainwash. It has left Furukizu with absolutely no will of his own, so that he is incapable of forming opinions on his own, or of acting out against his master. He has no instincts for self preservation, to the point that he will follow any order, regardless of how likely harm or even death is.
Unstable though he is—subject to frequent mental breakdowns and with something of an obsession with blood—Kizu’s need to be controlled and his unhalting obedience makes him an ideal slave, with only his fragility and lack of strength counting against him on the market. As for the mental breakdowns, such episodes happen only when he is left to his own devices, and will swiftly clear when Kizu is ordered to another task. His obsession with blood, though odd, hardly impairs his ability to serve; instead, it merely makes him leery of those he has not seen bleed—almost constantly bleeding himself, Kizu has come to the point where he cannot believe a person is alive until he has seen them bleed. A simple prick to the finger and a drop of blood will reassure this pathetic human, yet even that is not necessary if a master is assertive enough to remind him of his sister.
Strengths:
- Obedience :: Furukizu is almost entirely mindless in his obedience; he has very little free will of his own, and lacks entirely any instinct for self preservation. He will follow, or attempt to follow, any order given to him by his master, regardless of what is asked.
- Tolerant of Pain :: Though he is hardly immune to it, Kizu has grown, to some extent, used to pain as a result of the constant injuries which stem from his illness. Though he has no fondness for pain, and is still very easily distracted by it, he has grown to where he simply accepts pain as a part of his life, and so does not let it stop him if he is trying to follow an order.
Weaknesses:
- Slight Frame:: There’s no hiding the fact that Furukizu is puny; he has no height, weight, or muscular build to lend him any aid, and is, as a result, a very fragile person. His pathetic size lends him no strength, and his weakened condition only makes this worse.
- Dependence:: Kizu is incapable of acting on his own accord; any attempt to make a decision results in a full on panic attack and an inability to act until he simply crumples to the ground and waits for someone to come along and give him the answer. Without someone to make him, Furukizu cannot even make the decision to eat or drink on his own, and is constantly under threat of dehydrating or starving to death.
- Epidermolysis Bullosa:: The disease which plagues Furukizu has no cure, and no herbal remedy can even ease his suffering. The disease makes fighting something akin to suicide for Furukizu, as the slightest bump can tear his skin, and any wound from a fight would be liable to continue tearing itself open until he bled to death or succumbed to infection.
- Easily Manipulated:: Kizu has become so dependant on the orders of others that, when left without orders, he will look to the nearest person for guidance, and will trust their word without the slightest question, leaving him the prime target of even the worse skilled of manipulators.
Fears:
- Being Alone:: Kizu is petrified of being left to his own devices; the slightest suggestion of his being left alone or abandoned will make him crumple and beg not to be left, reducing him to little more than a sobbing pile on the ground.
- Battles/Violence:: Prone to injury as he is, Furukizu is terrified of having to fight, for he believes that he would almost certainly be killed, and, even should he survive, would most certainly suffer—as much as he has accepted pain as a part of his life, it does not make him seek it out or embrace it.
- Heights:: Furukizu cannot bring himself to approach any great heights, for fear that his fragile body would simply shatter at the slightest drop—a fear which is not entirely unfounded.
- Decisions:: Kizu is terrified of the idea of having to decide something for himself; his overactive imagination will immediately go to every possible consequence of even the most simple decision, rendering him unable to act for the fear that he will choose wrong.
- The Future:: The same unending list of possibilities which confronts Kizu at the slightest decision will assault him every time he attempts to consider what might be in the future, making him very fearful of even considering what might happen more than a day or two ahead.
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Being a Part of Me
Items:
None.
Weapons:
- None.
Abilities:
None.
Flaws:
N/A
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From Whence I Came
Family:
Nori:: Mother – Deceased
Kanaye::Father – Unknown
Tsumeato:: Sister – Unknown
History:
Furukizu remembers very little of his early years; in truth, there is very little to tell. His father was nothing more than a farm hand in a small village, and his mother simply a humble bride—with one difference: Nori carried a strange disease which caused her to be prone to bruises and scrapes, making her entirely fragile. She did her best to aid her husband, but the responsibility of providing for a family fell entirely to Kanaye. It was a burden which would eventually break him.
When Nori got pregnant, the two were joyous, if worried—their worries were well founded. The humble wife gave birth to twins, only to pass away herself due to her illness and complications during the birth. Yet even this was not enough suffering for Kanaye for one day—as it turned out, both children carried the disease their mother had. The humble farmer could not handle the burden of raising two children who would be so fragile, and abandoned his children to the village—many of the villagers believe he dove into the nearest river to end his suffering, but the truth is that Kanaye simply left the village, and has likely settled in another village far away for a second try.
The children were raised by the village, who could not simply leave the two infants to die, however they were passed from house to house for care and so began to feel as though they were outcasts. The female, a strong willed young girl who the village named Tsumeato, decided early that they were different, while her brother, a very slight and meek boy who was named Furukizu, merely went along with it. It was not long before Tsumeato had him stealing from the villagers, leaving him to take the blame each time he was caught, and punishing him herself when he returned.
Kizu simply knew no different—the villagers, though they had been unable to let the children die, were hardly watchful guardians, and the boy could only take comfort in the harsh guidance of his sister. He came to depend on her, believing himself inferior, as though he were not worthy to think for himself, and so let her think for the both of them.
When the demon lords began their conquest of the lands, things only got worse for the twins. The village they lived in fell to demon control early, and the twins were taken while still young to be sold as slaves—none of the villagers cared to defend the troublemakers, and those that were left to live in the village were glad to see them go. For a time, the twins remained together, sold always as a pair to each master. The control of each master only served to reinforce Furukizu’s beliefs, and he grew almost fond of the life of a slave.
At age thirteen, however, the twins were separated—believed old enough to serve… certain purposes, Tsumeato was sold to traders who dealt specifically in females. Kizu was left to rot alone on the slave market, awaiting a master who can find use for this frail creature, and struggling to adapt to life without the guidance of his sister, or of a master.
How You Play
RP Sample:
▪ Alone. Alone, alone, alone. Alone alone alone. Alonealonealone. He sits, and his head is in his hands, his fingers hidden beneath the hair, his eyes tight shut, and he rocks and rocks and rocks. Alone. The word bounces around in his skull, as though he can’t decide where to put it, where it goes, what to do with it. He rocks. Alone, alone, alone. The market is bustling around him, humans in cages, tethered, in pens; demons all around, hustling each other, prices debated, chains and ropes shaken about as humans are chosen, purchased, bound and led away. And he sits alone and rocks alone and waits alone, adrift in the sea of activity, crumpled on the ground with not a thing to do, waiting, waiting, waiting.
be my breath so i can walk
▪ He’s been here before; he’d recognize the place, if only he looked around. But he sits, and his eyes are closed, and he rocks back and forth in the center of the cage, demons milling about around him, perusing the wares; they see his cuts and brusies, his battered body; they don’t give a damn about the seller’s reassurances—more loyal than a whipped horse, most loyal slave on the market—they just walk away, on to more capable hands. He doesn’t notice; all he notices is that she, she is not there. That’s she gone, that a part of him is gone, and he’s alone. Alonealonealone. He rocks side to side, side to side, trying not to think, his eyes closed against the thoughts, as though blinding himself can shut them out, make them go away. She abandoned you, he rocks, murmurs, No… You’re worthless, you’ll rot in here. No one will buy you. He whimpers. He rocks faster, shoulders shaking as he fights back sobs. And then, suddenly, it all stops, and the flat of a sword is rapping on the bars of his cage. He jumps, shrinks back, looks up; the seller stands over him.Get up, filthy little bastard, and sell your damn self.He stares a moment, nods slowly, moves in hesitant, uncertain movements, draws himself up, stands in the center of the cage, but he stares at the ground, and can do no more.
furukizu
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lyrics © matchbox twenty
poor pathetic guy xD
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lyrics © matchbox twenty
poor pathetic guy xD
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How Did You Find Us?
Found ya on Proboards Support
How Long Have You Been Role Playing?
5 or 6 years or somewhere around there
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