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Name: Kusuri Hanbaisha

Nickname: None

Gender/Pronoun: He/Him or They/Them

Age: 1,313 - looks 25

Birthday: He chose July 19th, 2001 to fit what someone guesstimated his age was.

Sign: Cancer

Gemstone: Pearl

Blood Type: AB negative

Fav. Food: Curry and Rice

Hated Food: Liver

School/Occupation: Attendant at a Plant Nursery.

Hobbies:

Gardening: While he’d love space to plant trees, he spends time tending a variety of houseplants in the hopes he will find the secret of reviving his home world from the desolation that swept across it.

Audiobooks: The words of this world are strange! Odd shapes and sometimes sounds that make him wonder. But the truest delight as he tries to learn to read one letter at a time is the fact that they have captured so many of their books and histories by voice. A wonderful oral tradition that makes their stories so accessible to outsiders!

Podcasts: like reading but, for your ears! The fact people listen to some to scare themselves is fascinating as well, and he’s become a particular fan of things like The Magnus Archives and the like, though he half wonders if some of the stories might actually be real.


Virtues:

Studious - A stranger in a strange world and strange new places, he studies everything he can get his hands on. Local maps, audiobooks of local history, world history, fiction, science fiction, and an especially strong love of Botany; he does his best to keep fiction and nonfiction separate, but sometimes the world's pang of familiarity and he studies them the way many study History alone. All these he listens to while he tries hard to learn the strange new words and symbols of this world.

Curious: He’s always interested in learning something new; audiobooks can’t answer every question as fast as he’d like, and people tell the most interesting stories that never get written down. New places, new foods, new … experiences are always on the table.




Flaws:
Gullible The problem with being from a strange world, and having recently arrived on Earth, is that sometimes he can be quite gullible. ‘No, that pepper isn’t very hot’ or ‘Yeah, Slenderman is SUPER real!’ can be very convincing till time and research prove otherwise. He’s fallen for more than a few such jokes from people who simply assume his strange accent means he’s from abroad with a decent hold on local diction.

Forgetful: Being as old as he is, he sometimes forgets important things like obligations and especially human names. It makes him seem awkward and out of sorts at best. He works constantly with apps on his phone to remember times and dates because time passes so quickly for humans.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Eyes: Almond Shaped, Blue Eyes

Hair: Sandy Blonde - will post a reference.

Face: Heart-shaped face, slightly pointed chin, resting bemused face.

Skin Tone: Pale Caucasian

Body Type: Lithe and tall.

Clothes: Tai Fishermen pants and a Kimono-style top over a plain t-shirt. Various accessories.

Deep Space Senshi:

Physical Features: Pale, almost white skin with red markings around the eyes, purple upper lip, and blue ‘eyebrow’ dots over each eye. Blue upper lid.
From each shoulder sprouts a small ‘bonsai’ type of tree, and a sweeping tail with a tremendous lionesque floof at the end comes from his back as well. His eyes are naturally gold in color with a deep orange rim. His hair is a soft blue-grey, near white, with red tips.

The tree-like growths on his shoulders are bone protrusions with 'leaves' that feel more like 'velvet' on a deer's antlers. During 'molting' seasons, the leaves may fall off for a time, leaving only the bone-like protrusions, and they are itchy while shedding. They can and will hurt and bleed if torn off but will regrow with the seasonal change. The body of the tree itself remains regardless.


Backstory/History:

Akan had a largely ceremonial role in his society.

A people conceived and born with the aid of special fruit trees. The senshi of the world are born and fed from a special tree on Mount Ozai.
While the trees are found all over the world, only one is found on Ozai.
To progress their pregnancy, they must eat fruit from a tree that normally stays healthy throughout the pregnancy. Each couple can be sure that the fruit is theirs because it will drop naturally into their hands, as well as the fact that it will grow from a branch to which they have tied a prayer ribbon, hand-woven by the couple together.

The senshi of his world were considered protectors of the trees; sacred old-growth forests around the world featured enormous trees where people, single or in couples, would go to pray for a child. It was believed that through the trees, the Senshi of Akan could grant them a child when they were ready.

While he never understood why he couldn’t ‘hear’ the prayers, or do anything for the occasional people who would come pleading that they were ready, he accepted his role and prayed in turn to the tree, which bore him to grant people the children they sought.

It was when he was roughly 150 years old that the sickness came.

It started small; they could only speculate at first that a desperate couple stole a fruit that wasn’t theirs to take—plucking it from the branch when none of the fruit fell into their hands. The couple conceived a child, but the pregnancy could not be fulfilled naturally; the fruit began to rot, and with the rot it brought sickness to the child they were trying to carry. Not only did they lose the child they wanted, but so did the people who had originally prayed for the fruit. Worse, the snapped-off fruit brought a sickness to the trees themselves. One small act of desperate selfishness made a spot where rot could carry to the rest of the tree. Soon even fruits that had been legitimately delivered to the parents started to rot before the pregnancy could be fulfilled.
More people stole fruits, desperate to find a way to keep their children alive and thriving, and so the rot spread, tree to tree, village to village, and City to City.
The rot in the trees themselves seemed to communicate itself to the very people who were born from the fruit of the trees. A formerly long-lived species, they soon found their own health declining with the health of the trees.
Rotten fruit littered the streets as they were cast aside and replaced in desperation; doctors were overrun, and trees slowly withered and died.

During this, people started to blame their senshi; he remained hale and healthy while society itself failed, rotted, and fell, the groan of falling timbers and people becoming a near nightly occurrence. They said the trees themselves even started to bleed as branches tore away. Even the sacred tree the senshi was born from was soon surrounded by sickness, though somehow it remained hale.

Before long, and perhaps by the time he was 300, for he no longer counted the quickly fleeing years, he was alone, tending a small failing plot of land for what food he could still muster, searching antiquated libraries of animal skins for some secret that would help save his world and finding nothing.