Post by shibyou on Jan 15, 2010 5:47:36 GMT -5
Shibyou Ren Aylen
"A fine specimen. You'll do nicely. I'll just give you a mild sedative...don't flinch, now..."
GENERAL
Codename/Nickname | Pazuzu
Age |[/size] 19
Gender | Male
Race/Species | Human
DOB | 29th of October
Place of Birth/Home | Somewhere in the continental US; specifics unknown.
Alliance | Rogue/Independent
Status | Evil
APPEARANCE
Hair Color and Style | Shibyou's black hair falls past the nape of his neck in the back, and his bangs are just long enough to fall over his eyes. It's always touseled, looking like he just woke up and didn't bother to comb through it.
Eye Color | A very dark green.
Height | 6'5
Weight | 125 lbs
Attire | For the most part when he's not doing anything particularly evil or working on something, it's not surprising to find Shibyou in a baggy black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He has a wide selection of solid-color shirts (all in dark colors) and a couple of button-up dress shirts, for when he likes to feel fancy. He likes wearing big, heavy boots, and when he's not eating or doing delicate work with his hands, he wears a pair of gloves over them.
When he's "experimenting" or on the prowl, however, Shibyou ditches his usual outfit for one more practical: a black leather catsuit, with a built-in emergency ventilation system. Across his waist is slung something that looks suspiciously like an ammo belt; each "bullet" is really a capsule containing a single dose of whatever he finds fascinating enough to produce. The sleeves of the catsuit end at the wrist, and Shibyou wears a pair of fingerless gloves to leave his fingers free in battle. When in his lair, Shibyou often wears a pair of goggles with bottle-green lenses.
Regardless of what he wears, Shibyou's physique is very striking. He's very tall and lanky, evoking an image of a scarecrow hoisted up in a field somewhere. When in costume he's usually hunched over with his arms hanging to either side, like a marionette with it's strings cut - he's discovered that this is very creepy, and he likes to put fear into the hearts of those he stalks.
When out in public, Shibyou tends to darken his skin-tone and lighten his hair with his alchemy, just so he doesn't stick out too much.
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PERSONAL
Likes |
- Crime shows
- Medical dramas
- Horror/Thriller movies
- Medical documentaries
- Coffee
Dislikes |
- Weakness
- Innacurate results
- Stubborness
- An unruly test subject
- Someone trying to put a stop to his work
Habits |
- Patrolling the city at night
- Keeping extensive notes on all of his experiments and trials, and keeping his personal journal up to date
- Cleaning up
Overall Personality | Do you remember that kid you used to see in school, the one who never really participated in anything that required human interaction? Maybe you thought he was cool and mysterious, maybe you thought he was creepy and weird. Whatever the decision, Shibyou is the extreme of that. He's very clinical, very quiet and observing, very analytical. Scenarios are always flashing through his head, so he sometimes appears to be daydreaming or not paying attention.
When he's not wholly wrapped up in his experiments, Shibyou is much more approachable; he might seem a bit colder than your average person, but aside from that, he acts pretty normal. He's very observant and a good listener, and he offers advice and is fairly friendly.
He's completely the opposite when he's in his other state of mind; he's still very observant, but he's much more cold and distant than he usually seems to be. He often doesn't speak in complete sentences, and he tends to regard people as objects rather than human beings.
Shibyou has few friends, but he's fiercely protective of the ones he does have - in his own special way, of course.
SPECIAL
Powers and Abilities |
Alchemy - An extremely limited ability, as Shibyou has never been taught the art of Alchemy. The few things he's learned to do are mostly worthless, such as temporarily changing the color of his hair, skin, and eyes. However, the one useful thing he can do is elongate his nails into razor-sharp claws. He needs a transmutation circle to perform any sort of alchemy; two circles, one tattooed on each palm, allow him to perform alchemy on himself only.
Immunization - Shibyou's immune system is a miraculous thing; if Shibyou happens to catch a disease or illness, within a 48 hour period, he'll be back to full health and will have complete immunity to whatever he was afflicted with. While this doesn't prevent, say, mutations like cancer or illnesses induced by radioactivity, he does have a heightened resistance to them.
Agility - Shibyou's not going to be setting any records any time soon, but he's probably comparable to an olympic-level gymnast. He's not very buff or enduring, so he prefers to get in close and slip between his opponent's attacks.
Virus Production - There are tiny ducts underneath his fingernails that, at a thought, will begin to secrete a viscous liquid. If this liquid makes any contact with any mucous membranes or open wounds, there's a good chance that the afflicted will begin to feel weak and hot. Before it abates, they might develop other symptoms, such as a headache or a high fever. Shibyou can also spew a toxic cloud from his mouth that has an incredibly short range; this is mainly used as a last-ditch effort in an attempt to escape.
The severity and duration of these two attacks differs from person to person. The longer Shibyou chooses to secrete the liquid from his fingernails, the more he risks becoming dehydrated from loss of fluids, so he prefers to 'tag' someone once with the liquid, then continue lashing out with his claws.
Pellets - For attacking at a distance, Shibyou has various casings on his belt shaped like bullets. When the container is broken, a gas seeps our and encompasses a small region, less than 4" by 4". They contain non-lethal deterrents; tear gas, sleeping gas, regurgitant gas. While they don't affect him, they do irritate his throat, which is why he wears a gas mask. Just in case.
Weaknesses |
- Gets very absorbed in whatever 'test subject' he has selected at that time.
- Just as frail as your average human.
- Average strength.
Strengths |
- Accomplished in guerrilla tactics.
- When picking his next subject, Shibyou researches everything about them and stalks them off-and-on for lengthy periods of time.
- He has a rather skewed set of morals, so Shibyou will not hesitate to 'kick them when they're down', as the saying goes. If there's an opening, he'll go for it, whether it's honorable or not.
BACKGROUND
Mother | Unknown
Father | Unknown; Assumed Deceased
Siblings | None
Other Relations/Relatives | Unknown
Relationship/Crush | At this current point in time, Shibyou doesn't have the motivation nor the time to look for love. Plans can change, however, despite how emotionally detached he may appear.
Pets | A cat (deceased).
History | Shibyou was the token "weird kid" at his school; no one really picked on him, but no one really paid him any attention, either. He grew up away from the others, burying himself in books and documentaries. For as long as he could remember, he had always wanted to go into the medical field; to discover new virii, new pathogens, new cures and vaccines. He threw himself into textbooks and studies and documentaries, trying his best to soak up all the information like a sponge.
As absorbed as he was in his own studies, he didn't neglect his classes - every year in school, he kept straight A's across the board. In middle school this began to get to some of his other classmates, ones who had difficulty getting anything above D's, and they decided to antagonize him for it. It confused Shibyou, but he decided to take their punishment. He had no connection with anyone in the school, and it didn't seem logical to him to fight back just because they were airing out petty grievances on him.
Despite how he reasoned with himself, the truth was that he was angered by his classmate's actions. Tucked away deep inside and denied recognition by him, the hate began to fester, causing subtle changes in his body chemistry. A few months after his classmates had been torturing him at school, Shibyou noticed something was wrong with his cat; she was walking funny and dry heaving, but after a visit to the vet, he was assured that there was nothing wrong with her. He woke up the next morning, his cat dead on his bed - somehow, by having physical contact with his cat, he had infected it with some kind of lethal pathogen; one that, apparently, the vet hadn't been able to detect. Shibyou was deeply disturbed by this, and it wasn't until about a year later - after many mysterious animal deaths surrounding him - that he began to draw the connections. He began, out of morbid curiousity, to experiment on rats and record the results.
A couple of years later, when Shibyou was in his senior year of high school, his mother and father began to fight. Oh, they had always argued before, but that was tame compared to this; his father would yell and his mother would scream, and Shibyou would retreat to his room until it was over. Each successive fight got worse and worse, until one night when Shibyou's father came home drunk. The word 'divorce' was brought up, and apparently that was the wrong topic for discussion.
Shibyou was leaving his room to get a snack from the kitchen when he heard the fighting. Venturing carefully into the kitchen, he found his father beating his mother in the corner. Taking a step back, the floor beneath him creaked, and his father turned on him instead, calling him a freak. His father repeatedly beat on him, slamming his head into the floor - eventually things went dark.
He came to later in his bed, welts and bruises all over his body and a pounding in his head. Apparently after his father had finished with him, his mother had carried him back into his room and tended to him. He waited until it was nighttime and, after sneaking into his parent's bedroom, ran his hand across his father's face.
He didn't stick around to see if his father died or not. He gathered what few possessions he had and left home, moving from city to city in an attempt to find a place that he could set up a research laboratory. In his travels, he also briefly entertained the notion that his powers might have a supernatural cause - he debunked that idea, but he did learn a thing or two about alchemy.
In recent times, he discarded his old name, picking out a new one for himself: Shibyou is japanese for "poison"; Ren and Aylen were the last names of some of the doctors he read about. When he's experimenting, he refers to himself as Pazuzu. Pazuzu, in Assyrian and Babylonian mythology, was the king of the demons of the wind. Pazuzu, despite being an evil demon himself, was supposed to drive away other evil spirits, protecting people from plagues and misfortunes. He found the name fitting.
Currently, Shibyou has set up shop in an abandoned building on the outskirts of Jump City. With a multitude of heroes, villains, and unsuspecting criminals, he has a bountiful list of subjects to choose from.
OTHER
Anything Else | Shibyou has made his hideout in an abandoned processing plant, out on the outskirts of Jump City.
Sample RP |
It was a particularly sunny and beautiful day. Birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, and love was in the air...this, however, was not why Shibyou was out and about.
By his clock in his laboratory, hidden in an abandoned processing plant on the outskirts of Jump City, he'd been in complete solitude for well over 5 days, hidden away from the sun: it was no surprise to anyone who saw him normally that he was exceedingly pale. Seeing as he was out-and-about, and outside of his costume, he'd seen fit to change his skin-tone to a slightly tan color, and his black bird's nest of hair to a sandy blond. He was still a bit weird looking with his tall stature and lanky body, but he got a lot less looks from civilians this way.
He turned to face up the street that housed various fast-food venues, fishing a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and affixing them to his face as he squinted up at the sun. It seemed brighter than usual, but then again, it had been awhile since he'd seen even a sliver of it. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he made his way to a little street-side cafe that he'd frequented in his time in Jump City; a woman working there smiled and waved to hm, and he waved back. This was his standard look for the outside world, so she easily recognized him as the man that kept coming back infrequently.
"The usual, Ren?"
He smiled back and nodded, taking a seat at one of the tables outside. He often gave his middle name to people in lieu of his first; easier to keep ties on his information that way. As she walked back into the cafe to make his coffee, a butterfly with blue and yellow splashed across it's wings fluttered around the parasol attached to the center of his table. It landed a couple of inches away from his hand, resting on the table. He lifted his sunglasses up with a finger to regard it as the woman came out with his drink.
He graciously took the hot mug from her, pulling a wallet out of his pants pocket with his free hand and handing her a couple of bills. She grinned, her bubbly attitude showing itself as she thanked him and returned to the cafe to take other people's orders.
He sat back in his chair as he tentatively took a sip of his coffee, savoring the taste as it threatened to scald his tongue. It was made just the way he liked it; no fruity syrups, a spoonful of creamer, and two sugars. Whenever he turned up, the woman was quick to bring it to him. He took another sip and watched the butterfly flex it's wings, clipping his sunglasses to the front of his shirt now that his eyes had adjusted.
It was a serene day. Not a quiet one, though; people were carrying on conversations much too loudly for his liking, but he could let it slide for now. He took another gulp of steaming coffee, watching the little butterfly. He stretched out a pointer finger and slowly reached out to the insect, but it took off and drifted away on the breeze.
There was a sudden 'BANG!' from inside the cafe, and a man with a ski-mask on his head charged out, a gun pressed into the back of the woman from the cafe. In his other hand was a burlap sack stuffed with cash; Shibyou didn't think it was possible for the cafe to keep that much in it's cash register, so the man probably found their safe. The man spun his head around to regard all the people outside, a furtive look in his eyes. "Nobody move! Anybody try to stop me, I'll ice this girl!"
Shibyou saw an opportunity in this, and he took it. He threw back his chair as he leapt to his feet, slinging the contents of his mug at the man's face. The boiling hot coffee splashed all over his head, and the man yelled in pain as the woman escaped his grip. Involuntarily, the man dropped the gun and the sack of money, sinking to his knees on the sidewalk. Shibyou then brought his now empty coffee mug down on the back of the man's head, knocking him out.
There was a hushed silence before one man started clapping, and eventually everyone was clapping and cheering for Shibyou, the guy who had stopped the robber. He set his mug down on the table and righted his chair before grabbing the collar of the thief's shirt, lifting him up off the ground with a grunt. "Sorry about the mess there, Alex. I'll drop this guy off with the police." He left quickly, apparently in the direction of the police station, with people still cheering after him.
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The thief came to much later, strapped to a gurney in a bare room. Flourescent lights hummed overhead, and as he turned his head to the side, he could see a tall man, in a black leather cat-suit, hunched over a computer keyboard with his back to him. The man struggled, unable to break his bonds, and he yelled at the man. "Hey! HEY! What's with this? What are you, a suit? A cape?! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The man stopped typing at this, and he pushed the chair away from the desk, spinning around slowly as he turned to face the man. The lights hung above the area the thief was, so he couldn't make out the man's face. The man slowly made his way over to him, his boots clicking along the floor as he stalked his way to the gurney. Soon he walked into the circle of light, and the thief could make him out - it was that guy from outside the cafe, but he looked different. His hair was black and his skin was pale, and he had a gas mask on.
Shibyou regarded the thief on the gurney with a curious look. He chuckled to himself, the sound filtering through his gas mask. "Hero? No. Police? Also no. Two strikes." He pulled over a cart, selecting a syringe and bottle from it. "You will go to jail. After I am through with you." Turning the bottle upside-down, he pierced it with the needle and withdrew some fluid from it. He replaced the bottle on the cart and tapped the side of the syringe, dislodging any air bubbles before squirting out a tiny amount. "Lay still. It may hurt. Resist, and I'll have to sedate you."
The thief's eyes widened and he struggled again, his heart racing as he began to scream for help. Shibyou's eyes squinted, a smile spreading behind his mask. "Sedation it is. Almost sad you won't get to watch...but you'll wake up safe and sound. In custody."
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