Takehiko Himura
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| Himura, Takehiko ♂ | |
|---|---|
| Date of Birth | 25th March, 1992 (20) |
| Place of Birth | Okumichi, Japan |
| Fullbring | Kon Tsu |
| Player | Takehiko Himura |
| Fullbringer | |
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Appearance
Takehiko is forgettable to say the most about him. He fades into the background wherever he is, no one take any explicit notice of him. He’s 5ft 6” tall, a little under the national average but, not enough to be considered truly short. This is complemented by a rather slim and unimposing build. In short there is nothing memorable about him, even worse because he’s not even average he’s even more forgettable. People tend to only see his hair or top of his forehead or a slim arm as he turns a corner. Most couldn’t even tell you if he was a guy or a girl if they didn’t already know his name. His hair is a dull black, not striking in any manner and his brown eyes are about as eye catching as ground we walk on. In fact you’d be hard pressed to find anything unique about him. He doesn’t follow any fashion and his clothing sense doesn’t stand out. He actually makes it a point to wear the most plain and innocuous of items. He doesn’t go simply with what’s plain but, what’s common after all there are certain things that everyone wears that may stand out less than a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. This is not someone who is unique but, forgettable, this is not someone who wears what everyone else does but, somehow stands out. He isn’t forgettable people just don’t notice him in the first and even if they know him can’t pick him out of a crowd because he is the crowd.
Personality
Psychopath is the best way to describe him. Most comment that he is smart, cold and aloof. He can be extremely pleasant and polite but, prefers to be blunt and straight forward. You’re typical bookworm with a hint of quiet calm and sophistication. The reason for this is because he has found that this is the best way to go unnoticed while being noticed. People rarely have a bad thing to say about him but, then again they have very little to say anyway. He wants people to be left with a good impression so people will never suspect him of some of the things he has done. However, he had no emotions; he knows what right and wrong are he just doesn’t understand the concept behind them. He doesn’t care for others and merely seems them as pawns, means to an end no matter what. Whether it’s helping keep his secrets from being discovered by acting as a barrier or furthering his understanding of the human body via vivisection. He knows what pain is, he can feel it but, only the physical sensation. He can’t recognise the emotional since he had never felt it. At the end of the day no one truly knows him, socially he is a chameleon fitting into any and all situations by reading what is going on and altering his answers appropriately. The only ones who know what he’s truly like have no memory since they have lost such mortal memories on the trip to the other side.
History
Kon Tsu
Hagane Konjou (Steel Spirit) was the name given to a warrior who by some was seen as a guardian, by many as a demon. By all accounts he was a Samurai for a lesser Daimyou whose domain though small was rich and feared. But feared mainly due to the man that lead its armour, a man said to be able to cheat death and see the souls that departed this world. That man was Hagane Konjou, his true name was never recorded and even the stories known of him are little more than verbal allegories these days. Who he was to begin with is unknown, it is said that he was once a kind and caring man but, the battlefield slowly but, surely changed him. His family feared his anger and prayed for war if only to be rid of him for a short while during which time their wounds would heal only for him to return and open them up anew. Nothing was done about this violent man since it seemed that the Daimyou’s domain rest upon his shoulders. The protection he offered them was worth the suffering of a handful. Yet like all small kingdoms the Daimyou’s land was sieved by another. The battle was long and bloody the great Hagane Konjou’s blade coated in thick crimson blood from the number of enemies he slew that day. The demon that awoke on that battlefield was said to rage for two days and two nights before it fell his life stolen away.
However, Hagane Konjou fell to no man, his body filled with arrows blood pouring from his mouth he yelled his defiance to the army that surrounded him. Drawing his tanto from its sheath he drove it deep into his own gut. Slicing through his abdomen he twisted the blade and pulled up slightly before slicing along once more. He repeated the movement slicing left to right, right to left and finally a third slice, left to right that finished halfway through as he turned the blade round and sliced vertically up into his heart. Standing the blade in his chest, his body soaked in blood both his own and those he had slaughtered he smiled and finally dropped as if to say that only his hands would end his life. It was from this savage end that something far more powerful began. Though his name would go down in no history book, his deeds covered up due to the fear they inspired a legend, no more accurately a myth was born that day. In respect for Hagane Konjou’s final acts his family was presented with a token from his death. The sharp rather understated blade that had taken the man’s life from this world. His katana, that as soaked in the blood of hundreds however, was taken by the new Daimyou and handed to the head of his armies; it was from this very act that so much more blood was shed.
It was believed that the blade that Hagane Konjou carried had been the source of his insane power. That ability to cause men to fall in his mere presence and allowed him to stand once more from apparently mortal wounds. In their quest for power many smaller Daimyou’s and warriors tried to claim the sword. This in itself gave it power after all whoever wielded the katana always seemed to win the next engagement on the battlefield his warriors successful. Yet, he would then be usurped by the next warrior, losing in a duel for the weapon of such great power. In essence this was the basis that turned the katana into one of many mythical cursed swords. Yet when the blade was broken or lost, dependant on the telling, people soon forgot about it. The truth was the katana never held any power to it; it was the tanto that he had so ceremoniously used on himself that was his true power. He had used his power to consume many souls with the blade, using their power to heal himself and allow him to miraculously escape death by using the lives he had taken. In the end when his power was almost at an end he had turned that power on himself. He wasn’t about to die that day, there was too much to do, too much to see and war to live for. As he sliced into his stomach he turned his power on himself drawing his own soul into the blade, becoming immortal in a sense but, unable to do anything.
Trapped in the blade that he had used to take his life he could do nothing but wait. His family could not discard the blade, no matter how much they despised him. They had their own reputations and they couldn’t be seen disrespecting his memory. However, they could neglect the blade itself. Over the years his edge dulled as did the memories of those he was with. Eventually he just became another family heirloom but, his presence was starting to be felt. Those of his blood who kept him around started to feel his power. They steadily became capable of piercing the veil between life and death, though they did nothing. Then some started to hear his voice. Weak minded and even weaker willed they would either shut him out, unable to admit that they wanted to enact on the things he said or acted out and got caught. He was only ever able to see the blood second hand and never able to taste it. The centuries past and he had his fun, getting his revenge on the family that was neglecting him until one day, one glorious day he got a different response. One filled with intrigue from one who seemed to be quite young by today’s standards. Chuckling he found his old power returning to him once more. This child that he had found, took care of him, took him from the home and once more he started to taste blood. This was the second life he had been waiting for since that day he had cut open his own stomach and slide the blade into his heart. He had lost his name taking the only one that he himself could think of Kon Tsu but, oh how fitting that pseudonym was.
Takehiko
No one truly understands what goes on in the human brain. Out of all the organs in the human body the one that is least understood is the brain. So complex it is that there are two completely different schools of study one for the physical and one for the mind. Treating this one complex organ is if it was both physical and metaphysical and this is something that Takehiko understands all too well. After all the former would find nothing wrong with him, the latter would see him locked up for the rest of his life. Born to a relatively normal family, his father had a nine to five job as a cog in the machine of big business known as a salaryman. Never would he excel or plummet, lost in the throng of people who were all exactly the same as they tried to assert their own lost individuality even if they didn’t realise how futile it was. His mother was your average housewife and his older brother was one to whom he was always measured and always found to fall short of in everything no matter what. However, that was the way Takehiko liked it and the way his parents liked it. After all despite the normal appearance of their home and life they had one small secret that others would never believe. They could all see through the veil to the other side, see the dreadful creatures that preyed on humans alive and dead and those that sort to destroy them.
Of course the family wanted to appear normal and Takehiko even more so since unlike his parents and older brother he was destined for more important things. He would be arrogant to think better but, he definitely had a role to play other than a cog. From a young age he could hear a voice, a voice no other could and that voice told him things, things that no one else could tell him. It also asked him about what he wanted to do. The voice became his companion at home, his guide and he knew just how different he was when his thoughts started to drift in his later elementary days. Days where boys start to think about flipping girls skirts for the thrill or walking hand in hand. Takehiko cared not for such strange and irrelevant fantasies. He was more interested in what made them different. He knew from books and things in his brother’s room but, he wasn’t only interested in the external but internal. He started to wonder what separated the two forms, wishing to cut into them and find out if what the books were telling him was true. Finally these urges overcame him in the first year of Junior High and he used his knowledge and the guidance of the voice to lead a girl of ten or so out to the woods alone. It was easier than he expected it would be but, then again few thought much young children playing together.
It was tougher to cut through her flesh with the Stanley knife than he had anticipated and her body quickly grew cold on the forest floor. Sighing he left the mutilated corpse to the elements where she was found almost a month later. Takehiko had taken all the precautions his mind and the voice could come up with but, it was still close. He was questioned about why he was with the girl only hours before she disappeared but, no one could suspect the boy. Playing at sincerity he spoke of a game of hide and seek that had ended in the woods when he was unable to find her. Even knowing where she had been last ‘seen’ it took them over a fortnight to locate the mutilated, half rotten and masticated corpse, not that Takehiko would be so clumsy ever again. He knew what would happen to him if he was. The voice had told him as much and he had read plenty on the subject in his brother’s law books. He couldn’t afford to be questioned again, after all his childish innocence would only protect him for so long. So from then on he was careful learning from prior mistakes and listening more to his brother. Observation and intelligence was the key if he could only blend in with the populace, seem as harmless as possible then, then he would become invisible capable of doing whatever he wanted. It was only when he turned eighteen though that voice revealed itself.
The family tanto, said to have been passed down through the family for generations was the key here. It had been bathed in so much blood but, now was as dull as a butter knife, unable of causing any true harm, or so it was thought. It was this knife that had been speaking to Takehiko for so many years and now as he was entering medical school he asked his parents for ownership of the blade. They were reluctant since it was supposed to be passed onto the first born but, his brother agreed. The blade was now his, a weapon he could carry with him for as long as he wished. The blade sealed within the saya unable to harm anyone and often hidden from sight anyway, would never be separated from his new master again. Over the next couple of years a few vagrants here and there disappeared and found themselves on a vivisection table as Takehiko decided that what he learnt in class was not nearly enough for him to get a true understanding for what was going on within the human body. He felt nothing but intrigue for what he found within their bodies as he tried to extend the life of his guinea pigs as long as possible but, he couldn’t seem to find the one thing he was looking for. The chains that he could see attached to the dead did not appear in the living no matter how hard he searched.
However, he never grew angry or despondent he just waited for his next opportunity to take a subject. He slowly but surely sharpened his blades known as knowledge and Kon Tsu. Under Kon Tsu’s tutelage he has started to understand the spiritual world as well as the material. His studies in the former are hampered by not being able to interact with it. Although Kon Tsu had spoke of the power within that could cross the material to affect the spiritual it had yet to manifest. Yet this came with its own benefits. After all Takehiko could see through the veil but, due to a complete lack of power he was invisible to the other side. For now he has been content to become an observer waiting for the time where he can finally cross the divide between the living and the dead with the help of Kon Tsu. Although when his excitement gets the better of him he tries to breach that gap in his own way. By trying to tear a whole through with the death of an innocent bystander, trying to see if the loss of life in one way or another can trigger the rift or if he can somehow steal the power that is contained within their life to exact his will on the other side. So far all his experiments have been failures but, he can feel himself getting closer to the time when he can finally step out onto the stage that he is meant to be a part of.
Combat
Strengths
Chameleon: Takehiko goes unnoticed in any situation he may find himself in. No one can ever really remember what he looks like and barely comes up with the normal human features when asked to describe him let alone anything unique. This is aided by the fact that he can perfectly meld and shape his personality and responses to the situation to go unnoticed and unsuspected. At the end of the day Takehiko is a true ghost in the physical world.
Invisible: Takehiko although he is able to see through the veil seems to have no power of his own. As far as anyone spiritually aware can tell he is just your normal human being. Even using specialist sensing techniques like spirit threads will not highlight him as a Fullbringer. Then again whether he truly is could itself be debateable. (This strength is only applicable as long as his Reiatsu Control remains at 1)
Observation: Like any good psychopath Takehiko is particularly good at observing people and situations and little ever is missed.
Weaknesses
Psychopath: No matter how good he may be at mimicking human emotions and tailoring his personality he is still a psychopath and confronted with a situation he is unfamiliar with will throw him. He won’t know how to react because he can’t feel. These moments of emotionless observation can be extremely unnerving especially in more extreme situations.
Family and Friends: Takehiko has no connection to anyone, if someone is in his way he will take them down, in most cases. However, he needs certain people to keep his facade solid meaning that in a fight he is just as likely to attack through an ally if necessary. Yet, if someone he relies on to keep his facade from falling apart is in danger he can act in a quite irrational way to try and preserve their life. After all even if he ultimately fails it would look wrong if he didn’t try something to save them. Right?
Emotionless: Even if he is capable of observing a situation doesn’t mean he will necessarily comprehend all the complex relations between people. He after all doesn’t feel anything so he has a tough time understanding certain relationships, although once he does it also means he has no problem trying to exploit those relations.
