Post by Shuichi Shiuchi on Dec 21, 2019 2:52:39 GMT -4
SHUICHI SHIUCHI
清内終一
BASIC INFORMATION
Hero/Vigilante/Villain alias: Martyr
Player Name: Odd the Wise
Faceclaim/Series:
No Suit - Gendo Ikari - Neon Genesis Evangelion
Suit - Grineer Railgunner -BlazingCobalt / Warframe
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Villain
Height: 1.7 m
Weight: 63.2 kg
Hair/Style: Dark Brown
Skin/Scars: Tan
Eyes: Varies
Notables: Eyes seem to dance with color depending on angle, much like how oil refracts light that bounces off it. Hands are pocked with psoriasis.
Player Name: Odd the Wise
Faceclaim/Series:
No Suit - Gendo Ikari - Neon Genesis Evangelion
Suit - Grineer Railgunner -BlazingCobalt / Warframe
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Villain
Height: 1.7 m
Weight: 63.2 kg
Hair/Style: Dark Brown
Skin/Scars: Tan
Eyes: Varies
Notables: Eyes seem to dance with color depending on angle, much like how oil refracts light that bounces off it. Hands are pocked with psoriasis.
APPEARANCE AND PERSONALITY
Appearance:
Shuichi's gaunt appearances belies the lean athletic build that hides underneath. His skin seems to be a healthy color despite days spent without sunlight. His face appears sunken, almost unhealthy, and an eternal scowl rests on his face when he doesn't pay attention. Despite approaching his mid-life, his hair remains a healthy shade of brown. His hands are often caked with layers and layers of foundation to cover the scaly psoriasis sores that pock his hands and upper arm. His self-consciousness about the disease has led him to never be caught without having his arms covered in some way. On the topic of clothes, he prefers simple styles with colors that tend to blend well together, keeping close to the brutalist styles of his art and architecture.
When in his villain get-up, his clothes are a dark shade of blue, to help him blend in with the night when he moves around. The over-sized cape isn't really conducive to sneaking around, but he doesn't care. How could one make a point if they don't look stylish doing it?
POSITIVE
✔Cunning, Calculated, Iron-Willed
NEGATIVE
✖Arrogant, Zealous, Martyr Complex, Manipulative, Spiteful, somewhat Narcissistic
LIKES
✔Brutalist Architecture, Equality, unique clothing designs, his art and other works
DISLIKES
✖Heroics, Quirks, Eugenics, Oppression, The rich parasites that keep him working under their whips for fun and profit.
Personality:
On the outside, Shuichi likes to appear a man of fine tastes, a socialite if you will. He treats almost everyone he meet with a degree of cordiality and flattery that the rich pricks that he sells his art to eat up faster than anything else. In the face of adversity he likes to seem calm and stoic, refusing to be intimidated by threats.
Mask off, Shuichi really believes that he comes from a place of love. He believes that his actions will one day be seen as right and heroic. The crimes of this sinful world will never be purged away but with blood, he tells himself. He believes that these powers and mutations called quirks were a mistake of evolution, that it will only lead to strife that will never be corrected. He cannot sit back and do nothing as nature takes such a cruel course. Heroes, villains, it matters not. The prominent and powerful quirkers must be slaughtered, the mighty brought down to their knees in penance.
Shuichi is zealous in his conviction. No matter the delusions and contradictions of his goal, he will never back down. Those that do not understand him now are merely fools that cannot see past what is right in front of them. They canot see the same damned future that he knows will come to be. They will one day learn the error of their ways, be it in thi life or the next. He will use people to further his goals. He may seem to make exceptions for those that help him further his goals, but they should not be mistaken. His mission is beyond meager human bonds. Should they get in his way, he will not hesitate to add them to the pile of corpses beneath his feet.
Shuichi's gaunt appearances belies the lean athletic build that hides underneath. His skin seems to be a healthy color despite days spent without sunlight. His face appears sunken, almost unhealthy, and an eternal scowl rests on his face when he doesn't pay attention. Despite approaching his mid-life, his hair remains a healthy shade of brown. His hands are often caked with layers and layers of foundation to cover the scaly psoriasis sores that pock his hands and upper arm. His self-consciousness about the disease has led him to never be caught without having his arms covered in some way. On the topic of clothes, he prefers simple styles with colors that tend to blend well together, keeping close to the brutalist styles of his art and architecture.
When in his villain get-up, his clothes are a dark shade of blue, to help him blend in with the night when he moves around. The over-sized cape isn't really conducive to sneaking around, but he doesn't care. How could one make a point if they don't look stylish doing it?
POSITIVE
✔Cunning, Calculated, Iron-Willed
NEGATIVE
✖Arrogant, Zealous, Martyr Complex, Manipulative, Spiteful, somewhat Narcissistic
LIKES
✔Brutalist Architecture, Equality, unique clothing designs, his art and other works
DISLIKES
✖Heroics, Quirks, Eugenics, Oppression, The rich parasites that keep him working under their whips for fun and profit.
Personality:
On the outside, Shuichi likes to appear a man of fine tastes, a socialite if you will. He treats almost everyone he meet with a degree of cordiality and flattery that the rich pricks that he sells his art to eat up faster than anything else. In the face of adversity he likes to seem calm and stoic, refusing to be intimidated by threats.
Mask off, Shuichi really believes that he comes from a place of love. He believes that his actions will one day be seen as right and heroic. The crimes of this sinful world will never be purged away but with blood, he tells himself. He believes that these powers and mutations called quirks were a mistake of evolution, that it will only lead to strife that will never be corrected. He cannot sit back and do nothing as nature takes such a cruel course. Heroes, villains, it matters not. The prominent and powerful quirkers must be slaughtered, the mighty brought down to their knees in penance.
Shuichi is zealous in his conviction. No matter the delusions and contradictions of his goal, he will never back down. Those that do not understand him now are merely fools that cannot see past what is right in front of them. They canot see the same damned future that he knows will come to be. They will one day learn the error of their ways, be it in thi life or the next. He will use people to further his goals. He may seem to make exceptions for those that help him further his goals, but they should not be mistaken. His mission is beyond meager human bonds. Should they get in his way, he will not hesitate to add them to the pile of corpses beneath his feet.
HISTORY
A tale so common for many that would stand above the common rabble. Shuichi was born to normal parents with normal jobs. They raised him, doted on him, encouraged him to explore the world around him. By comparison, Shuichi's early childhood was probably better than it was for most, but he cannot help but remember those earliest years with the fondest of memories.
He was born with his quirk, unbeknownst to almost everyone involved with the process. A simple thing that would seem to start out as synesthesia, but would soon turn into the dancing color in his eyes. Officially, his quirk was never registered. To his parents it was never worth the attention that it would garner from those around him, nor was it hard to hide, for he never spit fire, nor did he turn into some kind of monster. Aside from one feature, Shuichi was an ostensibly normal kid. He went through life with the same wistful ignorance of every child.
It was not his fault when the delusions had to come to an end. The boy was just a few days older than eight when mallet of tragedy would begin to shape his life. Both of his parents, dead. A scrap between some wanna-be vigilante and a villain way out of their league turned sour. The daring do-gooder was young and inexperienced, too strong for his own good. A stray throw of a rubbled building would land so perfectly as to crush his fleeing parents behind him. He didn't know how long he stood there, too afraid to turn around as the gore of his parents' bodies dripped down the back of his shirt. It felt like how red tasted. It smelled of violence. He could taste his heartbeat as it beat against his eardrums. It couldn't be real, could it? He knew he turned around, but he has hence forgotten the rest of the day, only to come back to him in his nightmares, the experience entering his mind afresh only to be lost minutes later.
The vigilante's corpse was never found, likely meeting a similar fate under the hands of that villain. Shuichi would one day surmise that in some cruel joke by the universe that he would escape justice and vengeance in one fell swoop. He was a quiet child after that. The foster parents that he went through would simply assume that there was something wrong with him and left it at that. He kept his grades up, his head low, cursing the name of the children that he was forced to live around.
Flaunting their quirks like they were toys and not dangerous tools. The idiots usually smelled like heavy traffic. For the most part he could stand them. He thought they would learn the error of the their ways one day. That life would give them smack to the face like it did he. But there was one girl that he could never stand. Freakishly tall. An eye on her forehead that stood out like a sore thumb. Enough strength to punch through a wall without thinking. All it took was him calling her a monster to get her fist slammed across his face and a broken jaw. Lucky for his young self that he didn't see much of her face too much often. Their years kept them separated by two classes, and even in the latter half of his life there she was such a truant that seeing her ugly fish-face was more of a surprise. At least the people there had the sense to be wary of the brute!
He would graduate with an entrance to a somewhat prestigious school of architecture in hand. He went in disillusioned, and a serious doubt that he would ever be able to change anything along with it. He found the classes easy to grasp, and the assignments manageable. He found his flatmates insufferable, and shut himself in his room for most of his time. Unlike the foster homes that he was raised in the brigands actually had a respect for his privacy, or maybe they found his reclusive behavior a little disturbing and kept their distance. Shuichi couldn't tell which, and he didn't care. In this time of this self-imposed isolation, he grew depressed, and began to search for meaning once again. For the firs time in his life he had begun to question his beliefs, those things that he held true. His delves through message boards on the internet came to temper his views, though he never said anything. He kept his head down, got his degree and certifications, slowly worked his way up through a career as an architect. He had been able to ignore it all for years. Now, as the world fell apart around him, he finally decided that he had to take a stand. No more was he going to be a slave to the rich and powerful, no longer would he let the sham of heroics blind everyone around him. He would be damned if he was going to see the day that the world was pressed under the thumb of so-called heroes. He was going to show the world power can still grow from the barrel of a gun.
He was born with his quirk, unbeknownst to almost everyone involved with the process. A simple thing that would seem to start out as synesthesia, but would soon turn into the dancing color in his eyes. Officially, his quirk was never registered. To his parents it was never worth the attention that it would garner from those around him, nor was it hard to hide, for he never spit fire, nor did he turn into some kind of monster. Aside from one feature, Shuichi was an ostensibly normal kid. He went through life with the same wistful ignorance of every child.
It was not his fault when the delusions had to come to an end. The boy was just a few days older than eight when mallet of tragedy would begin to shape his life. Both of his parents, dead. A scrap between some wanna-be vigilante and a villain way out of their league turned sour. The daring do-gooder was young and inexperienced, too strong for his own good. A stray throw of a rubbled building would land so perfectly as to crush his fleeing parents behind him. He didn't know how long he stood there, too afraid to turn around as the gore of his parents' bodies dripped down the back of his shirt. It felt like how red tasted. It smelled of violence. He could taste his heartbeat as it beat against his eardrums. It couldn't be real, could it? He knew he turned around, but he has hence forgotten the rest of the day, only to come back to him in his nightmares, the experience entering his mind afresh only to be lost minutes later.
The vigilante's corpse was never found, likely meeting a similar fate under the hands of that villain. Shuichi would one day surmise that in some cruel joke by the universe that he would escape justice and vengeance in one fell swoop. He was a quiet child after that. The foster parents that he went through would simply assume that there was something wrong with him and left it at that. He kept his grades up, his head low, cursing the name of the children that he was forced to live around.
Flaunting their quirks like they were toys and not dangerous tools. The idiots usually smelled like heavy traffic. For the most part he could stand them. He thought they would learn the error of the their ways one day. That life would give them smack to the face like it did he. But there was one girl that he could never stand. Freakishly tall. An eye on her forehead that stood out like a sore thumb. Enough strength to punch through a wall without thinking. All it took was him calling her a monster to get her fist slammed across his face and a broken jaw. Lucky for his young self that he didn't see much of her face too much often. Their years kept them separated by two classes, and even in the latter half of his life there she was such a truant that seeing her ugly fish-face was more of a surprise. At least the people there had the sense to be wary of the brute!
He would graduate with an entrance to a somewhat prestigious school of architecture in hand. He went in disillusioned, and a serious doubt that he would ever be able to change anything along with it. He found the classes easy to grasp, and the assignments manageable. He found his flatmates insufferable, and shut himself in his room for most of his time. Unlike the foster homes that he was raised in the brigands actually had a respect for his privacy, or maybe they found his reclusive behavior a little disturbing and kept their distance. Shuichi couldn't tell which, and he didn't care. In this time of this self-imposed isolation, he grew depressed, and began to search for meaning once again. For the firs time in his life he had begun to question his beliefs, those things that he held true. His delves through message boards on the internet came to temper his views, though he never said anything. He kept his head down, got his degree and certifications, slowly worked his way up through a career as an architect. He had been able to ignore it all for years. Now, as the world fell apart around him, he finally decided that he had to take a stand. No more was he going to be a slave to the rich and powerful, no longer would he let the sham of heroics blind everyone around him. He would be damned if he was going to see the day that the world was pressed under the thumb of so-called heroes. He was going to show the world power can still grow from the barrel of a gun.
