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 Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:55 am
D rank Kim Chi  Personal InformationName: Kimura Chikusa [a.k.a Kim Chi]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Family: Seizonsha
Nationality: Japanese - Italian
Languages: Japanese/ Italian/ EnglishGeneral InformationFlame Type: Mist [Nebbia]
Occupation: Artist - Collector
Personality: Free-spiritted, Kim Chi is kind of lax and cool about things. He usually does not pay attention to anything else apart from what he is interested in. People call him strange, but he is simply eccentric. He is quite jolly, but it may only be on rare occasions that one may be able to talk to him and accompany him in his good mood. He, however, can get serious, and when he does, he can become terribly frightening. As an artist, he also has this creative side, which comes in handy at times.
Equipment:
- Pen [01]
- Memopad [01]
- Sealed Ring [01]
- Unknown Ring [01]
- Mist Box Weapon [01]
Biography: Kim Chi is a seventeen year old artist. He is a freelance painter, and the only son of a wealthy businessman and an very talented artist who had dealt with the mafia. Kim Chi's family had the closest ties with the underground Seizonsha family, keeping them supplied with the latest of designs for various purposes and institutions. His own family specializes in art, and for that sole talent, they had been known by the Seizonsha Family for quite some time already. He had been introduced into the world of the Mafia for quite some time now though, beginning as a young painter and sculptor, Kim Chi often assisted his mother, and father, on the other hand, in selling various works of art. Living a happy and prosperous life, it is assured that Kim Chi has been well educated in both the higher, upper class aspect of life, and at the same time, the lower and lesser class, thus, being trained in a holistic manner, he tends to be pretty cool about wherever place and whatever situation he might be placed in. It is up to now that he assists the family business, though, as he is coming of age, slowly, he starts to develop interest in the mafia. With his curiosity, in the background, he accepted an offer to work for the Seizonsha family. Signing the contract, he knew that he could not let his parents know about this, or they would be put in danger too. Fully understanding that he would not be able to quit his job as one of the family's agents, Kim Chi continues to serve under the heads of the Mafia Famiglia without question, and, at the same time, enjoy the perks that his current job has to offer.
Other:
- Kim Chi stands five feet ten inches tall. He got his height, apparently, and his looks, from his Japanese Mother. His physique and hair style, along with its color, he had gotten from his Italian father.
- Kim Chi's flames are of the Mist. He aspires to be deemed as one of the guardians of the Seizonsha family sometime in the future.
- He is creative, and with that, it is given that his creativity sometimes oozes out and gets projected in the illusions that he casts. Boxes InformationQuote: Luna di NebbiaAppearance: Moon of the Mist
Abilities: Luna di Nebbia - Moon of the Mist(Fog). The box weapon is merely a marble that reacts to Dying Will Mist Flames. It enhances one's powers to conjure illusions out of mere Mist flames. Surprisingly, however, it can also turn into a shield. It is said that looking at the marble itself is already considered to be falling into an illusion. It can store Mist Flames, and, like a time bomb, project the Mist Flames out to form illusions while the owner hides from a distance. After the illusion is cast, Luna di Nebbia immediately dissipates into Mist Flames and returns to its owner, like magic.
Attacks:
Liberia: Clearing/Liberation. Luna di Nebbia releases the Mist Flames that it has stored, conjuring an illusion over a certain area. The illusion holds for [number of posts = two times the user's stamina], as this simple illusion is only enough to modify the playing ground, and hide what is exactly there in the field. (e.g. making the whole room appear like a beach, making a bathroom appear all bloody and scary.)[Rank D]
Velare: Veil/Cover. When heavily exposed to Mist Flames, and, when held tightly in one's hand, Luna Liberia di Nebbia may expand itself into the form of a shield that can project illusions in the form of Projectiles. The surface of the shield is responsible for expelling Mist Flames that give body and mass to these sorts of illusions. In turn, it can also be used to block attacks, as a shield, and also, block directly casted illusions. It cannot block, however, illusions that are cast over a certain area(e.g. making the whole room appear like a beach, making a bathroom appear all bloody and scary.)[Rank C]
Penetri: Penetrate. It is the property of the Luna di Nebbia to grant its wielder the ability to cast illusions on a larger scale. It enables the illusionist to conjure illusions within illusions, within illusions.[Rank F]
Quote: Sealed Box
Appearance: N/A
Abilities: N/A
Attacks: N/A Quote: Sealed Box
Appearance: N/A
Abilities: N/A
Attacks: N/A Skills Information Quote: Skill Points: [46]
Agility: [10]
Power: [05]
Stamina: [10]
Resistance: [21]
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:28 pm
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[align=center][size=9][color=#8A2BE2]▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀[/color]"Creating something from nothing and nothing from something" [color=#8A2BE2]▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀[/color][/size][/align][align=center][size=9][color=#8A2BE2]▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄[/color] "Bewildering the enemy rendering the family’s true form intangible with visions of deceit."[color=#8A2BE2]▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄[/color][/size][/align]
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[align=right][size=9][color=#8A2BE2] • • • • [/color][color=#8A2BE2][b]Marbles:[/b][/color] [u][0000][/u][color=#8A2BE2] • [/color][/size][/align]   ╞════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗  ╞════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ╠ ๑ Measure of Resolve: [20] ๑ Agility: [07] ๑ Power: [03] ๑ Stamina: [03] ๑ Resistance: [07] ๑ ╣ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀"Creating something from nothing and nothing from something" ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "Bewildering the enemy rendering the family’s true form intangible with visions of deceit."▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Sunday, three forty three in the morning. It was nearly dawn, and still, the assignment was yet to be finished. He had been here for at most, eight hours straight, standing in front, or rather, nearby, one of the many docking warehouses or garages within the vicinity of one of Italy's famous airports. White feathered scarf, like wings, flapped with the wind that blew from the north. Gloves covered in italian leather and body wrapped in french designed garments. The man stood five feet and ten inches tall. The color of his hair was somewhat a mix of amber and black, and leaning towards the darkish hue. His eyes, too, were of a strange mix of green and black, and were of the darkish hue as well. He held a clean face - his eyes were closed and his hands were playing at something small. Back leaned against a red brick wall, with one knee up, head tilted down, it would seem as though he was trying to focus on the thing that he was playing at within his hand...
"No airport security in sight," he mumbled to himself, opening his eyes just a little. He took a peek, left, right - nobody was there. In relief, he let out a small sigh. It was a tough job, even for him, as the advancements in technology, such as security cameras, infrared lasers and the lot of the gadgets used for detecting intruders in some areas within the airport could very well see through his illusions. Unlike normal vision, they record something that is well and real, and thus, rendering his abilities to conjure illusions useless in that time of need. Yes, he was an illusionist - a member and guardian of one Familia Seizonsha; the survivors. He opened his hand, revealing one small shperical matter in white, set ablaze with a mysterious indigo fire that danced about, illuminating what small space there was in the dead of the night. Glittering Mist Flames in indigo, it set out that mysterious eerie feel almost instantly all around... His eyes reflected the color of his flame, and he looked at the small object in his hand deeply, as though he had fallen into a trance of his own. The more he seemed to look at it, the more intense the flames became. And suddenly...
A fizzing sound from his earpiece.
"Kim Chi, over,"
"Yes, I'm here," he responded. The microphone had been placed somewhere underneath the scarf that he was wearing. "Should I move now?" he asked keeping his voice very, very low. Cold, mist escaping his mouth as he breathed.
"No, not yet. We're waiting for the signal from the frontliners,"
"What is taking them so long?" he asked, nearly, in a tone that suggested that he was getting impatient.
"I don't know. Probably, they're cleaning up the mess they made in surveillance,"
"I should have been the one to have done that, you know," he responded. "They're barely even in the frontlines. It's an easy job as compared to this," he added.
"But you're the one we need out there. Remember, what the boss said, we need to do this as quick as we can. I'm assuming you know why, though,"
"I know," said he. "Since the airport's always so full of people going in and out, it would be difficult for them to slide past security without being spotted,"
"That's my guy, heheheh,"
"You try waiting for eight hours straight," he answered. "I've been sitting here for that long of a time just waiting for you guys to get finished setting up. When I asked what was taking them so long, I meant hurry it up. You guys move too slow,"
"Soooory! You see, airport security ain't that easy to take down. Consider yourself the luckiest of all since you just get to sit it out and wait for the first half of this mission,"
"And that's exactly what I hate about it. I wait for hours until my blood gets cold and my body numbs out here, and when the time comes, I rush in and I don't even get a chance to warm up," he replied. "Come the next part of my mission, I doubt that I'd be in a dandy daisy situation such as this,"
"Stop complaining already. I mean, you know you want to do it, too,"
"I did, but I didn't expect for this kind of delay to happen," he said, then, a slight pause from the both of them... Silence.
"Signals up, move"
Kim Chi did not even respond to that statement. He ran, as though he was being chased by mad dogs, though, swiftly, and with more finesse. He would dash through the darkness, keeping the white object in his hand in tact. His garments danced around with the wind as he left the waiting spot, and leaped over a few stacked crates, entering the secured warehouse, finally, through the back door. He jumped, looked down, and saw that it was still clear. He landed, legs bent, but then, he pushed off all of a sudden to the doorless passageway that was to his left. He slipped in, and then, darkness - though, at the end of the tunnel, there would be light, and almost immediately, he would begin to hear that loud noise. A familiar noise of a really big engine running. The plane was in tact, and it had just entered the hangar. Halfway through the tunnel, he would open his hands, the white object blazing with fire in the color of indigo on it. He looked at it for sometime, and then, the earpiece sounded again.
"It's being loaded right now. Move faster,"
"Don't complain. I'm going as fast as I can," he responded without even actually panting. Almost there, the sound of working machinery growing louder and louder the more that the distance between him and the target closed.
"The cargo hatch is closing. You'd better be running like hell right about now,"
"I am!" he responded at the top of his voice - and thanks to the loud sounding machines that were currently functioning in the air craft garage right up ahead, he would not be heard. He was almost there - a few more feet, and then - spotlight. "I'm here, watch me," said Kim Chi as he skidded to a stop. He was nowhere near the vessel and the crates that were being loaded, as he was still in the far right corner of that big space within the big house. He was, however, in plain sight and judging by his entrance, he had caught the complete attention of everybody who was there - namely, the enemy. He spotted them, and they spotted him, and almost immediately, his mind worked and it had counted the number of present men on the field, what they were doing, and how threatening they were. It was like instinct. The place had been scanned, and it was safe to assume that he would not be able to stand a chance.
"s**t,"
And a few gunshots were fired. Kim Chi took an ungraceful dive behind a few crates, wooden, and which were being destroyed the more bullets struck its fragile surface.
"Hohoho! Nice dive, K.C.,"
"Shut it," he hissed back. "It's not as easy as it appears to be," he said, and then, he began to move again, taking cover behind the line of numerous piled crates. During this time, while taking shelter from enemy fire, he began to recall what he saw before taking the move to save his life. Guns - gunmen, there were five of them, and six or seven; adding two more who were probably inside the plane, on board already and ready to move. The airport staff and workers; there were five of them, and perhaps, the sound of screaming suggested that they were able to make a quick and wise choice, run. "I only need one shot," he said to himself. "One shot at the closest target, and it would all be over,"
He slid past the crates, and began running like hell, taking cover in the wheels of the air plane. He was covering himself while in motion, and thanks to the size of the wheels, he had been protected. He continued to move, keeping himself constantly in and out of sight - a strategy that would most likely confuse the assaulters. Loud gunshots could be heard ricocheting everywhere, hitting metal and giving off a weak spark. With a grin on his face, Kim Chi was finally able to lock on to a nearby target. A gunner with... No, they really looked alike and frankly, Kim Chi couldn't tell the difference between them as they all wore sunglasses - a black coat and tie and, well, the usual henchman get up. He raised a hand, and almost immediately, a gun had materialized. In quick motion, it would appear as though time would stop, leaving bullets to become suspended in midair while Kim Chi aimed for his target...
BANG!
And the bullet flew, direct hit to the head on one of the henchmen. What were the odds? Taken aback, the henchman fell to the floor, blood gushing out of his head, and brain matter simply scattered all over the floor where he fell, bathed in his own blood. The firing continued as one of them fell to the floor, and as it did, Kim Chi disappeared from sight. The seemingly dead body remained motionless on the floor, and then, afterwards - silence; an eerie silence fell over the small warehouse. The plane engines died, and as assumed, two more armed men in black coats and ties had exitted from the open hatch of the plane. They went down the stairs, joining their comrades and keeping their guards and weapons up. The lot of them mobilized, now, with one down, there were only six of them left.
"What the hell's going on?" one of them asked.
"We're under attack, obviously,"
"How many are they?"
"Just one,"
"One?!"
"Yes, and we got one down," one then pointed out the seemingly dead body simply lying around in the pool of blood. "He's got a gun," he added, and just then, one of them approached the dead body, and investigated.
"A headshot, clean, dead and center," one voiced out.
"How the hell did he do that?!" roared one of the enemy.
"I don't know, but one things for sure. He ain't your ordinary guy if he can accomplish tha- Wait... WHAT THE?!"
And almost all of a sudden, the one gunman who was near his seemingly dead companion fell on his but on the floor, his gun thrown away to the side in shock as a pillar of gooey red blood rose high up into the air, and in one fell swoop, struck him on the head from the sides. It happened all so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the head of this one henchman was gone, leaving behind a fountain of blood just spraying blood into the air. In shock, the others watched as the headless body struggled to get up, a reaction be working nerves that were left behind. It ran around for a couple of minutes, but then, it fell down, shaking on the floor for the remaining few seconds. The pillar of blood then went back down to the puddle from where it came from, causing the others to just fire at will, at nothing, wasting precious ammunition. A few others shook in fear, while a few simply kept themselves vigilant. Right now, there were five of them left... Again, dreaded silence occupied the room as the gunfire ceased. The pool of blood had now expanded from one area to another as two dead bodies lay down on the cold hard floor. Kim Chi was still nowhere in sight. The blood just kept on crawling forth, still seeping out of the two dead bodies.
"What the heck is going on around here?!" one of the henchmen yelled out, voice simply echoing within the huge, spacious building.
"Lucky that you had to face me in the battlefield," said Kim Chi, his voice echoing mysteriously, too, within the same space. And like magic, the five feet ten inch-tall guy just appeared in between two particular gunmen. Acting quickly, the gunmen raised their arms, and at one quick pull of the trigger, the guns fired, and Kim Chi stood still, two holes punching through either side of his chest, and on either side of his facade; a smile still present on his face while two others stood in shock. Smoke steamed out from both gun barrels, and in a few seconds, sounds of collapsing bodies reached the remaining gunmens' ears. Two more down, and Kim Chi stood with a bleeding chest right before the three who had aimed their guns at him. He shot the remaining three a frightening grin, eyes growing sharp with bloodlust. With two holes in his chest, the remaining three began to wonder why he had not died yet, and because of that, they restrained themselves from ********!" one yelled, and right before he pulled the trigger, a pillar of fire simply erupted from beneath his feet, burning him down to black char. The two others fell back, and ran towards separate directions. Two remained alive.
"It's a ******** nightmare!" yelled one who hid behind a few crates to the left of the room.
"How the damned s**t is he doing this?!" responded one who hid by the wheels of the air plane... No response, and fear struck this one gunman. "Hey," he mused, his voice falling and shaking. "Hey! Are you still there? Hey! Hey!" he shouted, finally, getting the courage to stand up, and move a bit forward, towards the front side of the wheel, exactly. He stood there and aimed his gun towards the crates - facing them, waiting for something to happen. He focused, but then, came to the conclusion that he was the only one remaining upon seeing a pool of blood trail out from the sides of the crate - half an arm just placed there limply. The other guy was gone... "No..." he said, his arms falling to the sides, his body weakening. The last remaining guy dropped his gun on the floor, loosing all hope - finally...
"Get ready for take-off," said Kim Chi, as his voice had sounded off from the megaphones installed in each corner of the air plane hangar..
"What?!" responded the last remaining guy. "No - wait! I'm still here! Hey! Wai- NO!" he screamed, in an attempt to escape, but to no avail, again, like magic, chains had formed around his limbs, restraining him from running, as they seemed to have risen from the floor. "Wait! STOP!" - but he could not be heard. The running engines of the air plane were louder than his yells and shouts. The plane began to run, and the wheels began to roll. And as that one remaining guy had been caught in front of the wheels of the plane... SPLAT!
And the last one of them fell on the cold white floor of the hangar, eyes rolled back and mouth wide open, oozing saliva. The same goes for the remaining six, as they fell to the illusions of one of the Famiglia Seizonsha's top agents. The young, seventeen year old Kimura Chikusa...
"Sweet dreams," said Kim Chi as he gazed down on his fallen enemies, a pretty contented smile on his face. His earpiece rung once more.
"That was quick,"
"Only needed a minute to make them fall for it," Kim Chi replied.
"Alright, enough of that. Go get what we came for, take it out, and bounce on out of there, K.C.,"
"Roger," Kim Chi responded, and as he left, he had vanished into a huge dancing indigo colored flame of the mist... Mission Accomplished...
"Time to go home,"
• • • • Marbles: [2670] •
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:57 pm
• • • Ⓤ • P D A T E S • ++++++++++UPDATE1 Username: Kaskaide Character Name: Kimura Chikusa [Kim Chi] Character Rank F Rank to D-Rank Training/Fighting/ect Words RPed: 2670 URL link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=19126797Added Stats: From F to D Rank, 2600/100 = 26SP Added. Addition Skill Points [20] + 26 = 46
Agility: [07] + 3 = 10
Power: [03] + 2 = 5
Stamina: [03] + 7 = 10
Resistance: [07] + 14= 21 NewStats Skill Points: [46]
Agility: [10]
Power: [05]
Stamina: [10]
Resistance: [21]
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 10:02 pm
• • • Ⓡ • E S E R V E D • ++++++++++
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