Six
03-15-09, 10:11 AM
Name: Six
Age: 27
Race: Human
Hair Color: Orange with black roots
Eye Color: Orange
Height: 5’10
Weight: 10 Stone
Occupation: Assassin
Personality: Six is extremely lazy, he isn’t good at anything so he tends to just go with the flow of life, he will never push himself and gives up easily.
Appearance: He has an average frame, with pale skin. His hair is medium length and not looked after; the hair has begun to turn orange at the ends fading to black.
He wears simple peasant’s clothes, loose black trousers that are too small for his legs. His shoes are simple black boots, made incorrectly, with a wide top that is an inch above his ankle. He wears a mesh shirt allowing the demon to see through the star shaped scars on his chest and stomach that is made out of the letters S I and X.
History:
A worthless, pitiful, weak pathetic mortal, that’s all he was and all he ever would be, He had no special upbringing, no real talent, he was average at best, no real skill for anything, a waste of space.
“Hey, what do you th…what do you think your looking at?” came a voice, right in front of him.. he was looking right at the man and he saw the lips moving but he didn’t make the connection that it could be his fault, off in his own world, a world where everyone was just like he was… totally average.
His daydream was interrupted as he felt himself rise slightly higher than what he was sitting at. “I said, what do you think you’re looking at!” yelled the clearly intoxicated man.
“I don’t know what I was looking at.” He replied calmly and politely, as he really didn’t know, his mind was somewhere else.
“Wha’? Are you sayin’ I look like a freak or something?” the man continued, grabbing the attention of others around him, men he had been drinking with before, merchants, all looking for some entertainment.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that, you have the wron-” He was cut short as the burly man lifting him up punched him clean in his face. By the time he could focus again, he found himself being dragged out of the tavern and thrown to the floor.
The man that started it all, squatted down beside the man on the floor, unsheathing a small dagger like blade, and placed it on his stomach. “Now, I want you to think about this next time you go starein’ at someone again.” Pushing down the blade to break through the dark green tunic and into his skin, he dragged the blade along. “If you live that is…” the man continued, laughing as he stood up.
“Bastards!” said the one on the floor unable to move, but not make a noise though he was in pain, he wasn’t about to give them that pleasure.
A spectator, one of the 5 merchants and drinking buddies of the perpetrator, drew his sword, placing it on the chest and dragging it down to the other stomach wide wound “Have you not learnt your lesson yet?” he asked sarcastically.
At this point he wanted to die. “All six of you together couldn’t teach me a lesson!” he smiled.
“We’ll see” said the group in almost unison, the remaining 4 taking turns to cut his body.
Coughing up blood, adding to the already vast amount on his body he laughed. “Your awful teachers” he joked, angering all of them.
“I’m sick of him” snarled the first attacker, raising his dagger like blade and thrusting down.
A star appeared though the thick blood, out shot a scared, plated, burned, ruined black and orange arm coved in spikes, grabbing the arm of the attacker and in a slight movement broke it in half. Slamming the palm onto the ground, it pushed down revealing a shoulder and soon a head.
The main attacker had passed out due to shock, one had thrown up as he saw this grotesque arm come out from a mans stomach. 2 had dropped there swords and ran as fast as they could. The remaining 2 were ready to strike, in a defensive position.
The second arm was coming out and slammed down on the floor. “Who dare summon me?” it cried in a low rumbling voice.
“D…Demon!?” stuttered one of the men, backing away slowly, the creature turned too him, opening his eyes and extending his long arms swiftly towards him. The man tried to defend by raising his blade but it was useless, the creatures hand still shot forward and took the blow, cutting his own hand he grabbed the man by the neck and without so much as a moment’s hesitation, burnt him to ash.
The other saw that there was no way he could escape the demon and thought he would be smart. “I summoned you demon, you will obey me!”
“No mortal commands me!” his fist slammed into the earth and the very earth below the man shot up, throwing him into the air, towards the creature where he was grabbed in mid air by his free hand, and again, without a moments hesitation, incinerated him.
The creature placed both ands on the floor once more and tried to push himself through the rest of the way so he could roam about freely. Something was stopping him, he looked down, and the pentagram was awful, incomplete and crude. He looked up slightly to see another pathetic mortal looking back at him however he was unafraid, he was aware of his demise and wasn’t putting up a fight, and he was no fun. One of the creature’s bulky hands came to his neck and squeezed tightly, still his expression didn’t change, but the demons did as he felt his own grip around his neck ad he squeezed tighter on the mortals.
Giving up the demon began to go back into the gateway between his world and this, as his last fingernail entered it burned shut, closing the wounds. Sitting up he looked down at the scars on his chest, they blazed orange and slowly became normal scars.
He stood up, feeling refreshed, something was different about him, he felt stronger and faster… but that was nonsense. He heard a low rumble.
“Mortal, what have you done to me!? Why am I trapped in this feeble frame?” came a familiar voice from above him, he looked up but didn’t see anything. “You will return me this instant.” He cried out, filling his host’s body with pain. “I will make you suffer to no end until you release me.”
“I don’t know how to!” cried the host. As he fell back to his knees… he really wished he did die.
“You pathetic, useless, stupid mortal! You will find a way to free me… gather the tools of the summoning and make sure not to loose them, I do not wish to be trapped in your meaningless existence for longer than I have too.” The demon groaned.
“Tools?” the host asked, having no idea what he was talking about.
“What was used to summon me, incompetent being?” the demon harassed.
“I was cut by six swords then you showed up. Find the blades and keep them with you or I will ravish you with pain once more!”
“Ok, ok, so… what should I call you.” He asked picking up the discarded blades, they were strange…there colours had changed; he clearly saw that they were all silver as they cut into him.
“I do not intend on staying here for long, in the time I am here, you may refer to me as Oni. And by what label does the worm go by?” The demon asked, clearly running out of insults.
“Six.” He said as he picked up the last blade “I think that’s them….did you say something?” He didn’t think there would be another question so turned his mind off so he didn’t hear any more insults after he heard his name.
The demon had a similar idea, not wanting to listen to the stupid mortal go on he only listened to what he needed too. “Six, you are now my vessel, I will not allow you to die, but in return you must free me from your body!”
“Six? Um, Ok?” He said sheathing all 6 of the blades into the scabbards he had picked up from the fleeing merchants.
Skills:
Swordsmanship: Sharing knowledge with the demon Six learned how to use a sword, but is often unwilling to do so. His style is odd as he has Six weapons, He switches between them depending on his situation and usually has 2 out at once, in his right hand he holds the blade normally for offence but in his left hand he holds the blade inverted for defence.
Acrobatics: With enhanced body functions due to the demon inside his body, his muscles are stronger and his physical control is more refined. He is able to perform flips, somersaults, has more controlled breathing and is 1.25 faster than the average human.
Demonic Grip: Releasing the demons energy from his body, he is able to control and maintain demonic artefacts 12 inches from his body. With this talent he can suspend his weapons in the air or draw them towards him as long as they are in reach. Only the demonic grip can hold the enchanted blades. with such a weak body and no magical talent Oni's power is limited in six and can only maintain one enchanted blade at a time. An attempt to lift more would cause him to drop all he was trying to hold.
Equipment:
Katana: 23.6 inch slightly curved blade with a 10 inch handle, kept in a black scabbard.
-Path of the Flame: Red tinted blade, imbued with the power of fire, the blade is hot to the touch. up to 80 degrees Celsius.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
Ninjato: 20 inch straight blade with a 10 inch handle, kept in a black scabbard.
-Path of the Air: Untinted blade, imbued with the power of air, it strikes 2 inches further then the physical blade.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
Wakizashi: 14 inch slightly curved blade with a 10 inch handle, kept in a black scabbard.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
Familiars:
Oni: The demon sharing Six’s body. He appears as a feint orange aura similar to a heat wave, towering over Six being 7’4. Spikes protrude from most parts of his body, when Six moves, so does Oni.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Hair Color: Orange with black roots
Eye Color: Orange
Height: 5’10
Weight: 10 Stone
Occupation: Assassin
Personality: Six is extremely lazy, he isn’t good at anything so he tends to just go with the flow of life, he will never push himself and gives up easily.
Appearance: He has an average frame, with pale skin. His hair is medium length and not looked after; the hair has begun to turn orange at the ends fading to black.
He wears simple peasant’s clothes, loose black trousers that are too small for his legs. His shoes are simple black boots, made incorrectly, with a wide top that is an inch above his ankle. He wears a mesh shirt allowing the demon to see through the star shaped scars on his chest and stomach that is made out of the letters S I and X.
History:
A worthless, pitiful, weak pathetic mortal, that’s all he was and all he ever would be, He had no special upbringing, no real talent, he was average at best, no real skill for anything, a waste of space.
“Hey, what do you th…what do you think your looking at?” came a voice, right in front of him.. he was looking right at the man and he saw the lips moving but he didn’t make the connection that it could be his fault, off in his own world, a world where everyone was just like he was… totally average.
His daydream was interrupted as he felt himself rise slightly higher than what he was sitting at. “I said, what do you think you’re looking at!” yelled the clearly intoxicated man.
“I don’t know what I was looking at.” He replied calmly and politely, as he really didn’t know, his mind was somewhere else.
“Wha’? Are you sayin’ I look like a freak or something?” the man continued, grabbing the attention of others around him, men he had been drinking with before, merchants, all looking for some entertainment.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that, you have the wron-” He was cut short as the burly man lifting him up punched him clean in his face. By the time he could focus again, he found himself being dragged out of the tavern and thrown to the floor.
The man that started it all, squatted down beside the man on the floor, unsheathing a small dagger like blade, and placed it on his stomach. “Now, I want you to think about this next time you go starein’ at someone again.” Pushing down the blade to break through the dark green tunic and into his skin, he dragged the blade along. “If you live that is…” the man continued, laughing as he stood up.
“Bastards!” said the one on the floor unable to move, but not make a noise though he was in pain, he wasn’t about to give them that pleasure.
A spectator, one of the 5 merchants and drinking buddies of the perpetrator, drew his sword, placing it on the chest and dragging it down to the other stomach wide wound “Have you not learnt your lesson yet?” he asked sarcastically.
At this point he wanted to die. “All six of you together couldn’t teach me a lesson!” he smiled.
“We’ll see” said the group in almost unison, the remaining 4 taking turns to cut his body.
Coughing up blood, adding to the already vast amount on his body he laughed. “Your awful teachers” he joked, angering all of them.
“I’m sick of him” snarled the first attacker, raising his dagger like blade and thrusting down.
A star appeared though the thick blood, out shot a scared, plated, burned, ruined black and orange arm coved in spikes, grabbing the arm of the attacker and in a slight movement broke it in half. Slamming the palm onto the ground, it pushed down revealing a shoulder and soon a head.
The main attacker had passed out due to shock, one had thrown up as he saw this grotesque arm come out from a mans stomach. 2 had dropped there swords and ran as fast as they could. The remaining 2 were ready to strike, in a defensive position.
The second arm was coming out and slammed down on the floor. “Who dare summon me?” it cried in a low rumbling voice.
“D…Demon!?” stuttered one of the men, backing away slowly, the creature turned too him, opening his eyes and extending his long arms swiftly towards him. The man tried to defend by raising his blade but it was useless, the creatures hand still shot forward and took the blow, cutting his own hand he grabbed the man by the neck and without so much as a moment’s hesitation, burnt him to ash.
The other saw that there was no way he could escape the demon and thought he would be smart. “I summoned you demon, you will obey me!”
“No mortal commands me!” his fist slammed into the earth and the very earth below the man shot up, throwing him into the air, towards the creature where he was grabbed in mid air by his free hand, and again, without a moments hesitation, incinerated him.
The creature placed both ands on the floor once more and tried to push himself through the rest of the way so he could roam about freely. Something was stopping him, he looked down, and the pentagram was awful, incomplete and crude. He looked up slightly to see another pathetic mortal looking back at him however he was unafraid, he was aware of his demise and wasn’t putting up a fight, and he was no fun. One of the creature’s bulky hands came to his neck and squeezed tightly, still his expression didn’t change, but the demons did as he felt his own grip around his neck ad he squeezed tighter on the mortals.
Giving up the demon began to go back into the gateway between his world and this, as his last fingernail entered it burned shut, closing the wounds. Sitting up he looked down at the scars on his chest, they blazed orange and slowly became normal scars.
He stood up, feeling refreshed, something was different about him, he felt stronger and faster… but that was nonsense. He heard a low rumble.
“Mortal, what have you done to me!? Why am I trapped in this feeble frame?” came a familiar voice from above him, he looked up but didn’t see anything. “You will return me this instant.” He cried out, filling his host’s body with pain. “I will make you suffer to no end until you release me.”
“I don’t know how to!” cried the host. As he fell back to his knees… he really wished he did die.
“You pathetic, useless, stupid mortal! You will find a way to free me… gather the tools of the summoning and make sure not to loose them, I do not wish to be trapped in your meaningless existence for longer than I have too.” The demon groaned.
“Tools?” the host asked, having no idea what he was talking about.
“What was used to summon me, incompetent being?” the demon harassed.
“I was cut by six swords then you showed up. Find the blades and keep them with you or I will ravish you with pain once more!”
“Ok, ok, so… what should I call you.” He asked picking up the discarded blades, they were strange…there colours had changed; he clearly saw that they were all silver as they cut into him.
“I do not intend on staying here for long, in the time I am here, you may refer to me as Oni. And by what label does the worm go by?” The demon asked, clearly running out of insults.
“Six.” He said as he picked up the last blade “I think that’s them….did you say something?” He didn’t think there would be another question so turned his mind off so he didn’t hear any more insults after he heard his name.
The demon had a similar idea, not wanting to listen to the stupid mortal go on he only listened to what he needed too. “Six, you are now my vessel, I will not allow you to die, but in return you must free me from your body!”
“Six? Um, Ok?” He said sheathing all 6 of the blades into the scabbards he had picked up from the fleeing merchants.
Skills:
Swordsmanship: Sharing knowledge with the demon Six learned how to use a sword, but is often unwilling to do so. His style is odd as he has Six weapons, He switches between them depending on his situation and usually has 2 out at once, in his right hand he holds the blade normally for offence but in his left hand he holds the blade inverted for defence.
Acrobatics: With enhanced body functions due to the demon inside his body, his muscles are stronger and his physical control is more refined. He is able to perform flips, somersaults, has more controlled breathing and is 1.25 faster than the average human.
Demonic Grip: Releasing the demons energy from his body, he is able to control and maintain demonic artefacts 12 inches from his body. With this talent he can suspend his weapons in the air or draw them towards him as long as they are in reach. Only the demonic grip can hold the enchanted blades. with such a weak body and no magical talent Oni's power is limited in six and can only maintain one enchanted blade at a time. An attempt to lift more would cause him to drop all he was trying to hold.
Equipment:
Katana: 23.6 inch slightly curved blade with a 10 inch handle, kept in a black scabbard.
-Path of the Flame: Red tinted blade, imbued with the power of fire, the blade is hot to the touch. up to 80 degrees Celsius.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
Ninjato: 20 inch straight blade with a 10 inch handle, kept in a black scabbard.
-Path of the Air: Untinted blade, imbued with the power of air, it strikes 2 inches further then the physical blade.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
Wakizashi: 14 inch slightly curved blade with a 10 inch handle, kept in a black scabbard.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
-Regular blade: A standard blade as a replacement for one of the missing blades.
Familiars:
Oni: The demon sharing Six’s body. He appears as a feint orange aura similar to a heat wave, towering over Six being 7’4. Spikes protrude from most parts of his body, when Six moves, so does Oni.