Jiyoran Nailtawa

[jiyoran]

Jiyoran Nailtawa
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RACE,

Sheikah

GENDER,

Male

BATTLE ROLE,

Melee/Magic Dps; Sub: Tank

SEXUALITY,

Straight

AGE,

37

ALLIANCE,

Chaotic Evil

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PERSONALITY,

Arrogant, decisively arrogant. Jiyoran believes that he, and soly he, is the greatest person alive. Few receive anything other then a marked disdain from him, and he perceives few as his equal. He can be hard-headed, going through with actions even though they may cause his death, but he remains unrepentant. Outwardly, he seems rather calm all the time. Very little seems to phase him, and he greets surprises with nothing more then a slight glance. He's a changed man when his blood gets boiling, however. If his eyes are wide open, Jiyoran is exited, and an exited Jiyoran is bad news. He'll behave erratically, unpredictably, and he'll do it all with a broad grin plastered on his face. Nothing excites him more then shedding blood and causing trouble, however, and he seems to be actively seeking combat just to get his emotions up.

He also seems to think that his purpose in life is to 'bring everything to the darkness of true chaos.' So he'll do what it takes to bring as much misery, as much anarchy, as much destruction as he can to anywhere he goes, stopping never. It makes him laugh, sometimes, seeing the bright people around him, and then dragging them down to despair. He holds a little respect for anyone that seems to be doing the same work he does, although he still considers himself the superior. He will, as well, give respect to anyone who can give him a good fight and, more importantly, survive. Those he will consider akin to rivals or peers, no matter what they are aligned with. If he loses and manages to survive, he'll walk away and work on getting better. So that he'll be able to kill the person the next time they meet.

And, oh yeah, he really likes to kill people.

APPEARANCE,

Jiyoran stands at six foot even, from the top of his head to the heels of his boots. He is very lean in appearance, his muscles holding a very swift and hard look that could tell anyone who cared to that he is capable of a great many things. He carries himself well, more grace then one would expect from a murderer. He moves like a dancer or acrobat, though he also holds himself somewhat aloof from everyone. As if no one he sees could possible measure up to him. He swaggers, almost, and even while carrying something his hands will stay in his jacket pockets unless he finds that he absolutely needs to use them. The situation arises less then you might think.

He retains most of the coloring of his race. His hair, which is smooth to the touch and falls all the way down to his waist, is a bleached silver in color. It would almost seem to shine, and it is always slicked back away from his face and tucked behind his ears. His eyes, underneath half-closed eye-lids, are a brilliant crimson in color, though if you could see them you'd see the spark of madness jump within them. His face is narrow and sharp, with hard edges that are almost too sharp and giving him an almost fox-like appearance. Instead of the pale skin of his race, however, Jiyoran displays skin that is tanned brown, a natural tan that comes from years underneath a hard desert sun. And, lastly, on his chest is the image of a black-inked, tribal eye about the size of a dinner plate. It isn't clear if it is a tattoo or not, but it cannot be removed.

As for his attire, Jiy wears something part clothes, part armor. First is a pair of khaki pants, tight at the knee but loose everywhere else. They seem a bit tattered at the edges, but they seem to be made of rough cloth. Over that he has a blood-red tunic accented with black, and held close to his body with a wide leather belt.In order to not go barefoot all over the place, the sheikah has donned a pair of black leather boots that go up to mid shin, and are tied shut. To offer some moderate protection, he has also gotten a light plate chest piece from somewhere, and it is affixed with broad straps that go around the sides and back. Over everything is a dark-blue jacket with a high collar and darker blue accents. He leaves it open, in order to accommodate his chest armor, so the steel buttons rest unused to the left side. The tail of the coat ends somewhere around mid-thigh, but the front of it trails down further to end around his knees. And, of course, the coat has two deep pockets for his hands. As a finishing touch, almost, he has a pair of shield-like pauldrons affixed to his shoulders by means of more black straps, and a pair of white gloves.

WEAPONS,

• Nitenwa-Nitenwa is a spear made for slashing instead of stabbing and throwing. The main bit of it is a long staff of a dark metal. At the tip, one side of the spear caves in, and a curved blade is fitted in there. On the other end is a three toed claw facing opposite of the blade. The claw is capable of slashing, grabbing, or bashing; when hit with the opposite end. The staff part itself is slightly edged, to provide a better grip.
  
  
• Finesi-When Jiyoran needs to get closer then his spear will allow, he pulls out a foot-long knife from under his left pauldron. The blade is fairly straight, a has an inclined tip. It's matte-black, and it lacks a cross-guard. Instead it goes straight into the black-wrapped hilt that is just large enough for his hand.
  
  
• Sarchet-Jiyoran tends to dual-wield this along with Anesi. It is similar, black grip, without cross-guard, and black blade. The only difference is that the blade is shaped like a hook, instead of being just straight. This allows for him to grab weapons and divert them or move them out of the way as he goes in with Anesi. It is fitted into a slot under his right pauldron, leaving the hilt to grab when needed.

ITEMS,

You can have as many items as you like.

ABILITIES,

• Corrupted Mark:This ability is a manifestation of the madness he faced in the desert, or that's how he views it anyway. When activated, the tattoo on his chest spreads across the rest of his chest, and his coloration darkens perceptibly. His nails and teeth grow and become a little more sharper. As well as the physical and mental changes, Jiyoran gains a x3 boost to strength and speed. Lasts for three post, cool down lasts 4 posts.
  
  
• Umbra Bindings:Through a manipulation of his shadow ability, Jiyoran can roughly heal himself and help him out in the midst of combat. Patches of shadow will emerge and bind his wounds, allowing him to continue beyond injury. Minor wounds will be healed with a cooldown of two posts, while up to Moderate wounds will require a cooldown of four posts.

RACIAL ABILITIES,

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• Superspeed lv1
  
• Shadow Manipulation lv3

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HISTORY,

Initially, Jiyoran was raised in the village of Kakariko. Then he was a normal kid with friends and family, and he didn't hate the world. His parents did, of course, teach him the ways of the Sheikah. Of stealth and of secrecy. And he began learning weapons work then, a chore which gave the boy some joy, though no one knew yet what it would lead to. Eventually, the Nailtawas desired a different background and moved away from Kakariko, and up the path into Death Mountain. There they lived and there they stayed, surviving on the rock and avoiding the eruptions the mountain would bring. They avoided society altogether, including that of the mountain dwelling Gorons. They only ventured away when they needed to get food, but little else swayed them.

As the years passed, Jiyoran grew harder, more of a warrior then boy. He would sometimes pick fights with his brother and his parents, but mostly he would seek to fight the monsters that crawled about the mountainside. He even tried, once, to take on a goron. That ended with him being unconscious for two days, something he didn't wish to repeat. Eventually he grew tired of the mountain, and left his family behind to seek harsher terrain. His destination? The Desert , there to mete out survival within the worst type of land imaginable. He was stopped, briefly, by the Gerudo. His nature didn't waver, and he began a conflict with them, which ended up with him being behind bars. Resentful, Jiyoran nonetheless managed to escape, but not without knocking unconcious every woman in the compound and taking a few objects from their stores. Thus sated, he vanished to the desert.

But the desert was far harder on him then had been the rocks of the mountain. The heat was unbearable, and the sandstorms were blinding and deadly. The first month, Jiyoran found it hard going. He couldn't find water, couldn't find shelter, couldn't find food or relief. After stumbling across his first oasis, however, he began to pick up the tricks for living in a wasteland. He did feast on lizards and birds, whatever he could snag, and that diet lead to the sheikah looking very haggard and lean indeed. But slowly and surely, he went insane while living there. He would mutter to himself, and see hallucinations far beyond any mere mirage. The sands were deceptive, and the visions were too realistic for his poor mind. He had snapped completely, but he would never realize it.

He crawled into a cave, on night, thinking to die there. He was miserable and crazy, and he couldn't bear his lifestyle much longer. He could not, however, leave it. He was too proud. . . and he couldn't find the exit anyway. He drifted to sleep in the shallow cavern, but was awoken in the middle of the night by an oddly dressed figure. It behaved like a bird, tilting it's head this way and that to look at him. And, indeed, it looked like one. Dressed in a cloak of feathers from head-to-toe, with finger and toe-nails long, thick, and curved like talons. But it was a man, or something near like anyway, and when it realized that Jiyoran was awake, it spoke. "Madness within you, tearing you inside. Turn it outward, sheikah. Turn it outward, turn madness. . . to chaos." With a glowing finger, it traced a symbol on his bare chest. It burned horribly, yet Jiyoran couldn't move to fight back if he wanted to. But as the finger made its mark, the madness slowly faded. He could think straight, once again. He could reason, he could realize where he could leave. And he could live. Upon completing the strange branding, the figure turned to go deeper in the cave, disappearing from Jiy's sight after leaving one last message. "Avatar of Chaos, be you now." It cackled, and then the sheikah fell unconscious.

He woke up the next morning and immediately set out to leave. He had a destination in mind, and nothing was going to stop him. Not even the Gerudo, though they mostly had forgotten what slight he had caused them years earlier. He disabled their gates and their jail cells as he passed through, once again leaving most of the women knocked out as he left. It amused him to play that prank, but he had a job to do. Once back in civilization, he began selling his spear for the highest bidder.

What better way to be a spreader of chaos then to be a Mercenary, after all?

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EXTRAS,

Any extra tidbits you want to add go in here.

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OTHER CHARACTERS,

None....yet

HOW DID YOU FIND US,

Found the upgraded cbawx when browsing Oto for the heck of it. Was soon brought over to the dark side here *nomms cookie*

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