Post by Deleted on May 13, 2012 5:07:05 GMT -7
(Aiming for Teacher and Head of Slytherin)
Believe me
You've never met a mother fucker like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
Bottled up inside this time
Cause I'm taking back my life
I'll break you a hundred different ways
And I'll make you remember my face
Thought that I would let you leave
It's hard to stop what you can't see
I will waste you
When you can't escape me now
And I will break you down
(Invincible)
Character Personal information
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
QUIRKS OR HABITS:
BOGGART: Jibun no kazoku no shi (Death of one’s family) - Yami instead of fighting off the boggart itself, his familiar Orochimaru will be summoned as a defence mechanism to force the beast back into its box with the threat of its deadly bite.
PATRONUS: Nihon no dentou o manabu (Learning the traditions of Japan) – takes the shape of a black Eight Headed Eight Tailed Snake
LIKES:
DISLIKES
PERSONALITY:Like all his Clansmen Yami carries himself like a warrior one who commands and demands respect with a powerful noble aurora around him. He absolutely despises any form of disrespect and won’t hesitate to shut down any who disrespect him or his noble heritage, having come from a long line of ancient magical samurai’s. Like his ancient ancestors he does have some code of honour, he will never hurt children or women, though he will not hesitate to kill them should they attack him.
Like all his clansmen, Yami follows the rule of hard work that unless you work hard for what you want you will never obtain it. To become strong one must push themselves beyond their bodies limits and force one self to grow stronger, as there is no gain without suffering, his family knows this well and will suffer a thousand sufferings if it is what they must do to gain their strength.
Yami has a cold, calm and collected exterior. He will assess the situation before making a decision on what he should do. He will never make a move without thinking through all the possible outcomes there is. Yami is nearly impossible to provoke through the use of words and will always keep his calm. Yami tends to keep to himself and only speaks when needed or is spoken to, if he deems he will reply if not he will ignore them.
Yami enjoys his peace and quiet and will demand in a threatening tone for those who invade his privacy and peace to shut up or he will kill them.
When it comes to Duelling or Battle Yami always stays three or even four steps ahead of his opponent and won’t hesitate to taunt or insult them often calling his foes ‘”Trash’” or “Weaklings”. He is cold and apathetic and shows no mercy, he won’t hesitate to cripple his foes or his own team-mates. He aims to kill and never to wound. He believes that power is all that there is unless you are strong you are weak thus you die, thus he lives by the motto “if you’re strong you live, if you’re weak you die”.
Deep down in Yami's own heart from the corruption of his Yami Mahou is a void of darkness, holding raw hatred and anger filled to the brink of evil desires. Because of this when realised Yami becomes a force of unrivalled anger and hatred as he allows his evil thoughts to consume him.
The one thing Yami hates besides weaklings is Western Mages, to him the westerner’s ways of magic are pathetic, and they use magic to make their lives easier, while the eastern mages use magic purely for the use of combat and defence. To him the western wizards and witch’s are lazy, slow and pathetic, they believe themselves above all others and will flaunt their status. None of the western Purebloods believes in the word of hard work and everything is handed to them on a golden plater from their parents, never needing to earn a single penny through blood sweat and tears.
Because of these ideals, Yami has made it his goal to show the Western World just how out classed they are by the Eastern World. Though he hopes by becoming a teacher at Hogwart’s that he can teach the westerner’s the true power of Ancient Eastern Magic.
As a teacher Yami is a slave driving and will beat his rules into ones head.
Rule 1: Respect thy Sensei
Rule 2: Respect thy Sensei’s teachings
Rule 3: Respect thy self and thy allies
Rule 4: Respect thy equipment
Rule 5: Always Expect the Unexpected
Rule 6: Never let your guard down
Rule 7: Respect thy ways of thy Ancients
Rule 8: Respect thy Sensei’s culture
Rule 9: No Whining regarding Physical Exercise
PET(S):
Familiar
Yami possess a single magical pet that is more of his familiar than pet as the two are bound by their souls. His familiar is a young Japanese mythological Yamata no Orochi, an eight headed eight tailed snake demon one of the very few remaining in existence. His familiar is only thirty feet in length from head to toe, ten feet long heads and tails with a ten foot long body.
Name: Orochimaru
Age: Orochimaru is a young Yamata no Orochi and is only twenty’s years of age
Appearance:
Abilities:
FAMILY Father: Hateshiginai, Shikyo (Eternal Death) Deceased, 51, Mother: Hateshiginai, Itami (Eternal Pain) 45 Deceased
NOTE: THis will be added to later
HISTORY
(Other pieces of his history shall appear in flash backs during personal topics)
Yami was born in Tokyo Japan to the Ancient and Noble Pureblood house of the Hateshiginai a respected and wealthy Pureblood family who obtained their status through sheer hard work and reputation. The Hateshiginai were a clan of powerful Magical Samurai skilled in the Art of the Blade and the art of Hand to Hand Combat. His clansmen were capable of infusing their magical aurora into their blades or into their own limbs to deliver mighty attacks.
His clan gained their status during the wars of old as they became feared for their powerful and terrifying techniques branching from not only swords and martial arts but to powerful elemental spells, summoning domineering familiars and casting devastating sealing arrays and bindings.
For centuries the Hateshiginai have lived as one of the top Pureblood clans in all Japan, unlike the blood purists of the ‘Western Countries’, the blood purists of the ‘Eastern Countries’ welcome the mundane (Non-Magicals) into their families in order to create new blood to ensure their blood line continues to exist, to ensure they never resort to ‘incest’ an act frowned upon by the Hateshiginai clan.
Yami grew up in a loving and traditional style home, while in their old ways his clan never though themselves above the mundane and often taught their children the ways of old and new. Like all children Yami at the age of four was taught the ways of the blade and instructed in countless styles of Martial Arts, where he was beaten into the ground to allow him to grow physically and mentally. His training in the physical means was taught to show his clans values of Hard work.
At the age of six and having learn Kick Boxing and Judo, Yami was presented with the choice of gaining a familiar. Under his mothers guidance Yami was taken deep within the clans compound where he was brought before a strange purple egg the size of a baby.
Flashback
Yami gazed up at his mother before turning back to the strange egg before him, his young eyes wide in curiosity. His mother smiled and placed a hand upon his shoulder, “Go on Yami place your hand upon the egg” spoke his mother in her soft soothing voice.
Yami nodded and stepped towards the egg, gulping ever so slightly. With a shaky hand he rested the palm of his right hand against the egg and suddenly a swirl of magical energy rushed around him. He felt drained as his magic rushed forward flooding the egg causing it to glow a bright red. The red aurora pulsed as a heart beat rang through his ears. A loud crack echoed through the basement as the egg began to crack open. A loud hiss escaped the eggs confines as an arc of lightning slammed into Yami sending him flying backwards.
The electricity coursed through Yami’s body moving to his right arm. The electricity fused with his arm tearing away the fabric of his shirt. Black ink formed on his arm and spread out across his ribs forming eight long tails. A body formed on his shoulder as eight snake heads extended down his arm curling around his forearm and came to a rest on the palm and back of his hand, the fangs of each snake seemed to pierce his flesh.
Yami bit his lip holding the pain in as he slowly climbed to his feet and looked away. His eyes widened as sitting in the place of the egg was a creature like none other a creature that was truly magnificent. He made his way to the creature and watched as its dark purple scales reflected in the light that made its way into the room.
The beast hissed as it turned to Yami watching him with sixteen pairs of bright emerald eyes, each with a black snake slit for a pupil. The creature hissed and words filled his head.
“I have been waiting for you Yami, now we are one at last” hissed out the beast as it came into view. Before Yami stood a four foot long from head to tail eight tailed eight headed snake. It was a truly beautiful sight. Yami couldn’t help but smile as he held out his right arm. The serpent hissed and slowly slithered up his arm its tails wrapped tightly around his bicep.
“I shall call you…Orochimaru” spoke Yami his eyes glowed as the bond between the two was made, a bond between master and familiar
End Flashback
By the age of seven, Yami was skilled in areas of Kenjutsu, kendo, Aikido, Jujitsu, Karate, Chinese Kenpo, Taekwondo, Muay Thai and Kung Fu. It was at eight years of age that Yami began his magical training by learning to tap into his magical core and rely purely on his own abilities. Yami was pushed to his limits by drawing out magical energy and use it to discover his aligned elements of Fire, Lightning and Darkness. Like each of the Hateshiginai children Yami was instructed on his first element of fire learning under his own father. He was taught how to become one with the flame, to feel the heat of his element to know that his own flames could never harm him in any shape of form.
Yami would train to a point that his entire system ached, that his threat was scorched by learning to summon his flames into his lunges and launch his flames like a dragon’s breath. His hands would be burnt from summoning fireballs in mid air only to explode before him. Every day and night he would push himself and ignore any injury in the effort to push himself forward. With Orochimaru by his side pushing him along, Yami forced himself to master the basics of fire manipulation by the age of nine allowing him to move onto his mastery of lightning.
By the age of ten, Yami had come to master the basics over Fire and Lightning manipulation and learning the ways of Capoeira, Savate and Hapkido. His bond with Orochimaru had strengthened as the two become inseparable, together they had started to work on Orochimaru’s only abilities, one being his ability to summon lightning like Yami and use it in battle to support Yami.
As he reached the age of Eleven Yami branched out learning the ancient art of Illusions and Familiar summoning in order to become an expert in a range of areas not just one. Surprisingly he took to Illusions and summoning quite easily. At first he forged contracts with mining creatures like young Kitsune and Bakeneko before moving onto stronger creatures. One of his greatest contracts was to the legendary hound ‘Fenrir’ a legendary wolf of giant proportions that had complete control over the element of wind.
When it came to illusions Yami was a master at terrorising his targets with terrifying and sadistic illusions that could break the minds of even the darkest wizard or witch. He had gained his father’s talent in illusions and his mothers in summoning that it was frightening, but his skills in Element Magic surpassed his skills in summoning and illusions.
As the years passed on by the age of Sixteen Yami was a master over his elements of Fire, Lightning and Darkness, as well as summons and illusions. During the five years he had come to learn the ways of the magical sword and fist learning them like a fish took to water, a complete natural at magic his parents had called him and a genius of hard work.
His ability in Ancient magic was astounding to everyone in the clan as he went as far as to create his own magical combat style the ‘Yomiken’ a deadly hand to hand combat style that used magic to dish out powerful crippling blows with such force that his magic could attack his foes internal organs. His Yomiken was only an added to his alright mighty strength and speed, with his speed he was a blur and his fist could create large craters. Many had fought against him only to nearly wind up dead by his powerful fists. At the age of sixteen Yami has also discovered the ability to change into a magical creature, a secret he kept between himself and Orochimaru
At the age of sixteen Yami took on contracts for the Yakuza, different hits as he became a profession Hit Man. In the days as a Hit Man Yami took on many contracts and succeeded with a 100% completion rate, he never failed a job, whether his jobs took him across Japan or across the globe. He did as he was told and within six months as a Yakuza hit man Yami has started to make names for himself going by Ijin no Sochi the Son of the Devil, later being known as Yomi no Ken the Fist of the Under World matching his deadly style and lastly Aku no keshin Evil Incarnate a name given for his unrivalled hatred, his dark desires and his ability to show no mercy.
Through his months as a hit man Yami has devised a motto “If you’re strong you live, if you’re weak you die”. As the weeks rolled by he began to view the Yakuza he worked for as…weaklings. Taking it upon himself he rid the world of the weaklings crushing the entire Yakuza group he was working for before travelling Japan taking out many others leaving a bloody mess behind him earning him the moniker Chimamire no tenshi the Bloody Angel. He became feared throughout Japan as his reputation travelled the globe.
Yami travelled the Japan learning new Ancient Arts to add to his growing arsenal oh abilities, learning to wield the other elements wind, earth, water, ice, wood, lava, sand and many others as he travelled from town to town, city to city and village to village. He trained himself in all disciplines and as he grew as did his familiar Orochimaru.
The years began to pass for Yami and by the age of twenty he had mastery over dozens of Eastern Ancient Magic’s he had been labelled a prodigy in the art. But his true strength was in his sword magic and combat magic, the ability to fight with his raw fists. He could demolish his foes and turn them into a fine paste with a single punch with level a building by reinforcing his punches with magic and release upon contact, he had become fearsome being. Orochimaru had grew to be nearly twenty feet, growing at a rapid rate the same rate as Yami’s magical reserves grew, the larger his magical core the larger his familiar.
By twenty Yami’s reputation as a Mercenary had grown as he travelled Europe, America and England taking on contracts from Magical Creatures like the goblins or the magical folk, from contracts as a tax collector to hit and run or kid napping and extortion or espionage and sabotage. Over the years Yami had obtained the ability to project his killer intent and bloodlust. He could project it to such a degree that it came crashing down making it appear as if black rain was crashing down around them, his intent was so powerful it would frighten the darked or most battle hardened wizards and witch's.
But as he travelled the Western world he began to see the western wizards and witchs as weaklings, unlike the ancient Eastern Magical users the western users used their magic to make their life easier, while Ancient Eastern Magic had been used purely for the use of combat. Deciding to show these western Wizards the superiority of the Ancient Arts he travelled from western country to country teaching his ways, finally coming to Hogwarts.
Yami JinHateshiginai
Believe me
You've never met a mother fucker like me
Bet you've never seen the things that I've seen
Bottled up inside this time
Cause I'm taking back my life
I'll break you a hundred different ways
And I'll make you remember my face
Thought that I would let you leave
It's hard to stop what you can't see
I will waste you
When you can't escape me now
And I will break you down
(Invincible)
Basic Character Info
FULL NAME: Yami Jin Hateshiganai (Darkness God Eternal)
NICKNAME(S): N/A
Monikers: Ijin no Sochi (Son of the Devil), Yomi no Ken (Fist of the Under World), Aku no keshin (Evil Incarnate) and Chimamire no tenshi (The Bloody Angel)
AGE AND BIRTHDATE: 25, 9th October
GENDER: Male
BLOOD STATUS: Japanese Pure Blood
AFFLIATION: Neutral Side
HOUSE: N/A
YEAR: N/A
WAND TYPE: Wood Type: wood of the Jubokko Tree (Vampire Tree) of Japan, Core: Heartstring of the Origina; Yamata no Orochi (Eight Branched Giant Snake), length: 12 inches, Abilities: Dark Arts, Non-verbal spells, Summoning, Darkness magic, Lightning Magic, Fire Magic and Illusions
ANIMAGUS: A 200 foot Black Eight Headed Eight Tailed Snake – The Yamata no Orochi
POSSESSIONS:
Yami carries three traditional Japanese swords positioned on his left hip, a Katana, a Wakizashi and an Uchigatana. Each of the swords is his clans pride and joy forged thousands of years ago from the fangs of the original Yamata no Orochi. Each blade is capable of having his magic channelled through the metal to act as a magical focus like a wand only deadlier.
NICKNAME(S): N/A
Monikers: Ijin no Sochi (Son of the Devil), Yomi no Ken (Fist of the Under World), Aku no keshin (Evil Incarnate) and Chimamire no tenshi (The Bloody Angel)
AGE AND BIRTHDATE: 25, 9th October
GENDER: Male
BLOOD STATUS: Japanese Pure Blood
AFFLIATION: Neutral Side
HOUSE: N/A
YEAR: N/A
WAND TYPE: Wood Type: wood of the Jubokko Tree (Vampire Tree) of Japan, Core: Heartstring of the Origina; Yamata no Orochi (Eight Branched Giant Snake), length: 12 inches, Abilities: Dark Arts, Non-verbal spells, Summoning, Darkness magic, Lightning Magic, Fire Magic and Illusions
ANIMAGUS: A 200 foot Black Eight Headed Eight Tailed Snake – The Yamata no Orochi
POSSESSIONS:
Yami carries three traditional Japanese swords positioned on his left hip, a Katana, a Wakizashi and an Uchigatana. Each of the swords is his clans pride and joy forged thousands of years ago from the fangs of the original Yamata no Orochi. Each blade is capable of having his magic channelled through the metal to act as a magical focus like a wand only deadlier.
Physical Appearance
HEIGHT: Five Feet Five Inches
WEIGHT:. 163lbs
GENERAL:
Yami’s eyes are onyx black with blood red slitted snake like pupil. His eyes are cold as ice without a single emotion within them. Yami channels magic to his eyes creating a void affect, so that when one gaze into his eyes all they see are the depths of the darkest void, filling them with fear. His magic also creates a red glow effect around his eyes giving them a truly demonic appearance.
Yami's hair is black as night and spikes off in nearly every direction. His hair when let down reaches around his lower back. A few stray bangs frame his face. Yami usually has his hair done up in a high ponytail using medical bandages to hold the ponytail up. When held in the ponytail his hair reaches mid back.
His skin is sickly pale whiter than snow. He has muscle but not too large, but his muscles are larger than the average persons, as his muscles over lap one another designed for perfection not size to allow him to harness his raw strength.
Yami wears a long black Hakama style pants with numerous pockets up the sides. Over his torso he wears a long black silk Kimono like top where the sleeves run fifteen centimetres past his fingers making them longer then his arms. The ends of the sleeves which extend past his fingers have a light weight but durable metal inside the silk that when the sleeves are swung the metal can be used to block incoming weaponry or spells. Yami can even use the ends of his sleeves to strike his enemy when in close range combat.
Hanging from his shoulders he usually wears a long black Haori with the Kanji for 'shini (Death)' in bold and blood red on the back in the middle. Licking the bottoms of his Haori are white flames. Yami wears a blood red obi sash tied around his waist. Attached to his obi sash he carries a few pouches stored with medical bandages a large number of pocky boxes, lighters and cigarettes or cigars.
Yami's hands from his fingers all the way up to his elbows are bound tightly in medical bandages. Beneath the bandages his entire arms are bloodied and bruised from years of training. His feet are the same bandaged beneath his Tabi socks and Kenpo style slippers. The bandages cover his bloodied and bruised feet and legs as the bandages go from his toes all the way up to his knees. Hooked onto the right side of his sash are three swords a Katana, a Wakizashi and an Uchigatana.
On Yami’s right arm is a tattoo of an eight tailed eight headed snake that starts at his shoulder with its tails wrapped around his ribs and the heads extend wrapping around his arm. The Heads of the snake rest on the back of his hand and on his palm, mouths open with their fangs seeming to pierce his skin, a sign of his familiar contract. On tattoo also acts as a storage seal holding countless items from his travels.
PLAY BY: None
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GENERAL:
Yami’s eyes are onyx black with blood red slitted snake like pupil. His eyes are cold as ice without a single emotion within them. Yami channels magic to his eyes creating a void affect, so that when one gaze into his eyes all they see are the depths of the darkest void, filling them with fear. His magic also creates a red glow effect around his eyes giving them a truly demonic appearance.
Yami's hair is black as night and spikes off in nearly every direction. His hair when let down reaches around his lower back. A few stray bangs frame his face. Yami usually has his hair done up in a high ponytail using medical bandages to hold the ponytail up. When held in the ponytail his hair reaches mid back.
His skin is sickly pale whiter than snow. He has muscle but not too large, but his muscles are larger than the average persons, as his muscles over lap one another designed for perfection not size to allow him to harness his raw strength.
Yami wears a long black Hakama style pants with numerous pockets up the sides. Over his torso he wears a long black silk Kimono like top where the sleeves run fifteen centimetres past his fingers making them longer then his arms. The ends of the sleeves which extend past his fingers have a light weight but durable metal inside the silk that when the sleeves are swung the metal can be used to block incoming weaponry or spells. Yami can even use the ends of his sleeves to strike his enemy when in close range combat.
Hanging from his shoulders he usually wears a long black Haori with the Kanji for 'shini (Death)' in bold and blood red on the back in the middle. Licking the bottoms of his Haori are white flames. Yami wears a blood red obi sash tied around his waist. Attached to his obi sash he carries a few pouches stored with medical bandages a large number of pocky boxes, lighters and cigarettes or cigars.
Yami's hands from his fingers all the way up to his elbows are bound tightly in medical bandages. Beneath the bandages his entire arms are bloodied and bruised from years of training. His feet are the same bandaged beneath his Tabi socks and Kenpo style slippers. The bandages cover his bloodied and bruised feet and legs as the bandages go from his toes all the way up to his knees. Hooked onto the right side of his sash are three swords a Katana, a Wakizashi and an Uchigatana.
On Yami’s right arm is a tattoo of an eight tailed eight headed snake that starts at his shoulder with its tails wrapped around his ribs and the heads extend wrapping around his arm. The Heads of the snake rest on the back of his hand and on his palm, mouths open with their fangs seeming to pierce his skin, a sign of his familiar contract. On tattoo also acts as a storage seal holding countless items from his travels.
PLAY BY: None
Character Personal information
STRENGTHS:
- High Magic and Control: Yami being Japanese decent was trained in the ancient ways of his forefathers to use magic without the use of a focus. Since he was three Yami has been trained in the ancient art of wand less magic to tap into his own core and utilise it for combat. By tapping into his own magical core Yami is capable of channelling his magic throughout his entire body to empower his muscles increasing his strength and speed.
However because Yami has been able to tap into his own magical core since a young age his magical core is easily ten or twelve times larger than the common auror. - Enhanced Speed and Agility: One of Yami’s greatest aspects is his enhanced speed and agility. As Yami specialises in hand to hand combat, he has trained his body allowing him to reach maximum velocity in a matter of seconds. Yami’s speed has reached the point that he can move in an instant attacking his foes.
When he attacks to those who are unable to keep up with his movements it appears as if he has barely moved. With his speed Yami is capable of creating an after image. Along with his increase in speed, Yami’s own agility has been enhanced allowing him to sense and dodge attacks coming at him with relative ease. Yami is capable of turning at high speed without falling over or causing harm to himself.
His enhanced speed is also the result of an ancient ritual preformed by his parents on Yami at a young age. - Enhanced Strength: Yami through years of training has obtained an unnatural strength perfect when combined with his style of combat. Through years of training and channelling his magic into his muscles to increase his strength, his magic has permanently increased his strength to the point that with a flick send someone 100 metres through the air, a punch he can break bones, create large craters, or even shatter walls. His punches are only strengthened when reinforced with his magic.
His strength is also the result of powerful magical potions designed to increase ones base strength to nearly that of a giant or trolls. - High intelligence: Yami’s intelligence is rather high above the average of normal humans ranking at around one hundred and forty, allowing him to calculate and formulate plans in an instant. Yami uses his high IQ to identify his opponent’s weaknesses and exploit them. Alongside his high IQ Yami also possess a photographic memory allowing him to memorise anything in an instant useful especially in combat or training. He also possesses an incredible reading ability.
This makes him able to determine a person's martial art of choice and can even read several steps into a battle, thus enabling him to fight very efficiently. - Blood Lust and Killer Intent: Through the years Yami’s has obtained the ability to project his own murderous intent and blood lust to install fear within his opponents. Yami’s killer intent and own blood lust through the sheer brutality of taking countless missions and witnessing the horrors of death has obtained an unbelievable high amount of killer intent and blood-lust.
Through the sheer release of his murderous intent it will feel as if gravity has rapidly increased, his intent is so extensive, weaker wizards and witches will black out from its sheer intensity. His intent is so powerful that it comes crashing down like a tidal wave and consumes the air as what seems to be black rain of killer intent rains down around his foes. Hovering over his image will appear the form of the Shinigami the Death God. - Extensive Knowledge of martial arts: Yami has mastery in numerous martial arts styles from all across the world, Aikido, Jujitsu, Karate, Chinese Kenpo, taekwondo, Kickboxing, Capoeira, Muay Thai, Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Hapkido, Kenjutsu (Sword Techniques) and Kendo.
With his knowledge of martial arts, Yami is capable of performing feet’s that would seem impossible thanks to the years of training he has had Example - as if his arms had suddenly vanished and only his hands can be seen when he is moving his arms rapidly constantly changing the direction in a movement like a fly, he is capable of doing this with his entire body as well. - Potions Master: Yami is a skilled potion master in the area of enhancement potions. He is capable of creating powerful speed or even strength enhancing potions that can increase ones strength or raw speed by two or even three fold. His master of potions also extends changing certain potions to create new and dangerous effects.
- Duelling: Yami is a skilled duellist capable of firing spells off in rapid succession and holding his own in combat against many foes. Combining his skill over magic with his skill over martial arts, swords and with his enhanced speed and strength create a deadly combo.
- Ancient Eastern Magic: Unlike the Western style of magic, Yami is highly skilled in the ways of Ancient Eastern magic, able to Summon Forth Powerful Familiars to do Battle, Control over his own elements of Fire, Lightning and Darkness but has minor control over the other elements, capable of wielding and Casting Powerful Illusions, Creating Powerful Seals and Binding Spells, Ancient Art of Magical Martial Arts, use the Ancient Art of the Magical Sword, Ancient Art of the Magical War Fan, Art of the Magical Bo Staff and other forms of Ancient Magical Weaponry techniques.
Yami has reached a level of skill where he can forgo the incantation of his spells, however when he adds the incantation his spells are easily twice or even three times as strong. Unlike the Western style of magic that use a wand to use less magic per spell, Eastern style is used wandlessly and create a higher drain on ones magical core.
WEAKNESSES:
- Western Style Magic: Though skilled in Eastern styles of Magic, Yami has nearly no control over Western Style of Magic being Charms and Transfiguration. His abilities in Charms and Transfiguration are equal to the level of a Hogwart’s second year student.
- Wand Usage: Yami while using his wand his power over magic is far weaker than without the use of his wand. When Yami uses his wand his skills are decreased by at least 80% but when he switches to his eastern style of magic Yami’s skill level rises back to its original position.
- Charms: Yami possess no abilities in charms what soever. Every time he tries a charm above the second year he over powers it and causes an explosion or a fire.
- Transfiguration: Yami is unable to cast a simple transfiguration. His ability in Eastern magic has removed any form of talent for western magic. Whenever he tries to perform a transfiguration it will have an undesired effect or create an explosion.
- Magic Drain: Though skilled with Anciennt Eastern Magic when Yami uses Western style of magic, his spells use a higher level of magical drain, draining his magical core faster than the average Western Wizard of Witch.
- Yami has a habit of underestimating his opponents as in his eyes all Western Wizard’s and Witch’s are beneath him in power.
QUIRKS OR HABITS:
- Tends to speak in broken English and reverts back to Japanese – however this is merely an act as he is capable of speaking perfect English without an accent. He does this to lure others into a false state of security so he may eliminate them without ever suspecting him – mostly used when on assignments
- has a habit of nickname people on how he sees them strength wise.
BOGGART: Jibun no kazoku no shi (Death of one’s family) - Yami instead of fighting off the boggart itself, his familiar Orochimaru will be summoned as a defence mechanism to force the beast back into its box with the threat of its deadly bite.
PATRONUS: Nihon no dentou o manabu (Learning the traditions of Japan) – takes the shape of a black Eight Headed Eight Tailed Snake
LIKES:
- Pocky, Dango, Sake
- Cigarettes
- Katana, Wakizashi, Ninjato, Kodachi, Nodachi, Odachi, Uchigatana – any form of Japanese sword or weapon
- Worships the deities of Japan, Kami, Haya-ji, Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, Izanami, Izanagi, Nai no Kami, Naru-kami, O-kuni-nushi, Susanoo ect
- Ancient Eastern Style of Magic
- Tea Ceremonies’
- Shodou (Way of Calligraphy)
- Man’youshi (Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves), The tale of Genji, The Pillow Book – ancient Japanese stories and poems.
- Japanese Poetry – Haiku’s, Hokku, Jeuju, Kigo, Kireji, Kural, Renku, Saijiki, Senryuu and Tanka
- Kaiga – Japanese Paintings
- Ukiyo-e (Pictures of the Floating World) - s a genre of woodblock prints that exemplifies the characteristics of pre-Meiji Japanese art.
- Ikebana – Flower arranging
- Traditional Japanese theatre Nougaku, kyougen, kabuki, and bunrak
DISLIKES
- Western Mages (Western Wizard’s and Witch’s)
- Weaklings
- Cowards
- Fools
- Rapists
- Paedophiles
- Western Magic
- Those that categorise magic as ‘Light’ and ‘Dark’
PERSONALITY:Like all his Clansmen Yami carries himself like a warrior one who commands and demands respect with a powerful noble aurora around him. He absolutely despises any form of disrespect and won’t hesitate to shut down any who disrespect him or his noble heritage, having come from a long line of ancient magical samurai’s. Like his ancient ancestors he does have some code of honour, he will never hurt children or women, though he will not hesitate to kill them should they attack him.
Like all his clansmen, Yami follows the rule of hard work that unless you work hard for what you want you will never obtain it. To become strong one must push themselves beyond their bodies limits and force one self to grow stronger, as there is no gain without suffering, his family knows this well and will suffer a thousand sufferings if it is what they must do to gain their strength.
Yami has a cold, calm and collected exterior. He will assess the situation before making a decision on what he should do. He will never make a move without thinking through all the possible outcomes there is. Yami is nearly impossible to provoke through the use of words and will always keep his calm. Yami tends to keep to himself and only speaks when needed or is spoken to, if he deems he will reply if not he will ignore them.
Yami enjoys his peace and quiet and will demand in a threatening tone for those who invade his privacy and peace to shut up or he will kill them.
When it comes to Duelling or Battle Yami always stays three or even four steps ahead of his opponent and won’t hesitate to taunt or insult them often calling his foes ‘”Trash’” or “Weaklings”. He is cold and apathetic and shows no mercy, he won’t hesitate to cripple his foes or his own team-mates. He aims to kill and never to wound. He believes that power is all that there is unless you are strong you are weak thus you die, thus he lives by the motto “if you’re strong you live, if you’re weak you die”.
Deep down in Yami's own heart from the corruption of his Yami Mahou is a void of darkness, holding raw hatred and anger filled to the brink of evil desires. Because of this when realised Yami becomes a force of unrivalled anger and hatred as he allows his evil thoughts to consume him.
The one thing Yami hates besides weaklings is Western Mages, to him the westerner’s ways of magic are pathetic, and they use magic to make their lives easier, while the eastern mages use magic purely for the use of combat and defence. To him the western wizards and witch’s are lazy, slow and pathetic, they believe themselves above all others and will flaunt their status. None of the western Purebloods believes in the word of hard work and everything is handed to them on a golden plater from their parents, never needing to earn a single penny through blood sweat and tears.
Because of these ideals, Yami has made it his goal to show the Western World just how out classed they are by the Eastern World. Though he hopes by becoming a teacher at Hogwart’s that he can teach the westerner’s the true power of Ancient Eastern Magic.
As a teacher Yami is a slave driving and will beat his rules into ones head.
Rule 1: Respect thy Sensei
Rule 2: Respect thy Sensei’s teachings
Rule 3: Respect thy self and thy allies
Rule 4: Respect thy equipment
Rule 5: Always Expect the Unexpected
Rule 6: Never let your guard down
Rule 7: Respect thy ways of thy Ancients
Rule 8: Respect thy Sensei’s culture
Rule 9: No Whining regarding Physical Exercise
PET(S):
Familiar
Yami possess a single magical pet that is more of his familiar than pet as the two are bound by their souls. His familiar is a young Japanese mythological Yamata no Orochi, an eight headed eight tailed snake demon one of the very few remaining in existence. His familiar is only thirty feet in length from head to toe, ten feet long heads and tails with a ten foot long body.
Name: Orochimaru
Age: Orochimaru is a young Yamata no Orochi and is only twenty’s years of age
Appearance:
Abilities:
- Travelling beneath the earth at high speeds
- Talking
- Manipulation of Dark Magical Energy
- Creating arcs of lightning or blasts of raw dark magical energy
- Ability to change its size
- Shape shifting into human forms
- Poisonous bite capable of rendering death in an instant
- Telepathic Connection between Master and Familiar
- Capable of Camouflaging in with its surroundings and hiding its magical presence
- Gives Master the gift of paresel magic the ability to speak to snakes
- Impervious to fire
- Able to be summoned to his master's side
FAMILY Father: Hateshiginai, Shikyo (Eternal Death) Deceased, 51, Mother: Hateshiginai, Itami (Eternal Pain) 45 Deceased
NOTE: THis will be added to later
HISTORY
(Other pieces of his history shall appear in flash backs during personal topics)
Yami was born in Tokyo Japan to the Ancient and Noble Pureblood house of the Hateshiginai a respected and wealthy Pureblood family who obtained their status through sheer hard work and reputation. The Hateshiginai were a clan of powerful Magical Samurai skilled in the Art of the Blade and the art of Hand to Hand Combat. His clansmen were capable of infusing their magical aurora into their blades or into their own limbs to deliver mighty attacks.
His clan gained their status during the wars of old as they became feared for their powerful and terrifying techniques branching from not only swords and martial arts but to powerful elemental spells, summoning domineering familiars and casting devastating sealing arrays and bindings.
For centuries the Hateshiginai have lived as one of the top Pureblood clans in all Japan, unlike the blood purists of the ‘Western Countries’, the blood purists of the ‘Eastern Countries’ welcome the mundane (Non-Magicals) into their families in order to create new blood to ensure their blood line continues to exist, to ensure they never resort to ‘incest’ an act frowned upon by the Hateshiginai clan.
Yami grew up in a loving and traditional style home, while in their old ways his clan never though themselves above the mundane and often taught their children the ways of old and new. Like all children Yami at the age of four was taught the ways of the blade and instructed in countless styles of Martial Arts, where he was beaten into the ground to allow him to grow physically and mentally. His training in the physical means was taught to show his clans values of Hard work.
At the age of six and having learn Kick Boxing and Judo, Yami was presented with the choice of gaining a familiar. Under his mothers guidance Yami was taken deep within the clans compound where he was brought before a strange purple egg the size of a baby.
Flashback
Yami gazed up at his mother before turning back to the strange egg before him, his young eyes wide in curiosity. His mother smiled and placed a hand upon his shoulder, “Go on Yami place your hand upon the egg” spoke his mother in her soft soothing voice.
Yami nodded and stepped towards the egg, gulping ever so slightly. With a shaky hand he rested the palm of his right hand against the egg and suddenly a swirl of magical energy rushed around him. He felt drained as his magic rushed forward flooding the egg causing it to glow a bright red. The red aurora pulsed as a heart beat rang through his ears. A loud crack echoed through the basement as the egg began to crack open. A loud hiss escaped the eggs confines as an arc of lightning slammed into Yami sending him flying backwards.
The electricity coursed through Yami’s body moving to his right arm. The electricity fused with his arm tearing away the fabric of his shirt. Black ink formed on his arm and spread out across his ribs forming eight long tails. A body formed on his shoulder as eight snake heads extended down his arm curling around his forearm and came to a rest on the palm and back of his hand, the fangs of each snake seemed to pierce his flesh.
Yami bit his lip holding the pain in as he slowly climbed to his feet and looked away. His eyes widened as sitting in the place of the egg was a creature like none other a creature that was truly magnificent. He made his way to the creature and watched as its dark purple scales reflected in the light that made its way into the room.
The beast hissed as it turned to Yami watching him with sixteen pairs of bright emerald eyes, each with a black snake slit for a pupil. The creature hissed and words filled his head.
“I have been waiting for you Yami, now we are one at last” hissed out the beast as it came into view. Before Yami stood a four foot long from head to tail eight tailed eight headed snake. It was a truly beautiful sight. Yami couldn’t help but smile as he held out his right arm. The serpent hissed and slowly slithered up his arm its tails wrapped tightly around his bicep.
“I shall call you…Orochimaru” spoke Yami his eyes glowed as the bond between the two was made, a bond between master and familiar
End Flashback
By the age of seven, Yami was skilled in areas of Kenjutsu, kendo, Aikido, Jujitsu, Karate, Chinese Kenpo, Taekwondo, Muay Thai and Kung Fu. It was at eight years of age that Yami began his magical training by learning to tap into his magical core and rely purely on his own abilities. Yami was pushed to his limits by drawing out magical energy and use it to discover his aligned elements of Fire, Lightning and Darkness. Like each of the Hateshiginai children Yami was instructed on his first element of fire learning under his own father. He was taught how to become one with the flame, to feel the heat of his element to know that his own flames could never harm him in any shape of form.
Yami would train to a point that his entire system ached, that his threat was scorched by learning to summon his flames into his lunges and launch his flames like a dragon’s breath. His hands would be burnt from summoning fireballs in mid air only to explode before him. Every day and night he would push himself and ignore any injury in the effort to push himself forward. With Orochimaru by his side pushing him along, Yami forced himself to master the basics of fire manipulation by the age of nine allowing him to move onto his mastery of lightning.
By the age of ten, Yami had come to master the basics over Fire and Lightning manipulation and learning the ways of Capoeira, Savate and Hapkido. His bond with Orochimaru had strengthened as the two become inseparable, together they had started to work on Orochimaru’s only abilities, one being his ability to summon lightning like Yami and use it in battle to support Yami.
As he reached the age of Eleven Yami branched out learning the ancient art of Illusions and Familiar summoning in order to become an expert in a range of areas not just one. Surprisingly he took to Illusions and summoning quite easily. At first he forged contracts with mining creatures like young Kitsune and Bakeneko before moving onto stronger creatures. One of his greatest contracts was to the legendary hound ‘Fenrir’ a legendary wolf of giant proportions that had complete control over the element of wind.
When it came to illusions Yami was a master at terrorising his targets with terrifying and sadistic illusions that could break the minds of even the darkest wizard or witch. He had gained his father’s talent in illusions and his mothers in summoning that it was frightening, but his skills in Element Magic surpassed his skills in summoning and illusions.
As the years passed on by the age of Sixteen Yami was a master over his elements of Fire, Lightning and Darkness, as well as summons and illusions. During the five years he had come to learn the ways of the magical sword and fist learning them like a fish took to water, a complete natural at magic his parents had called him and a genius of hard work.
His ability in Ancient magic was astounding to everyone in the clan as he went as far as to create his own magical combat style the ‘Yomiken’ a deadly hand to hand combat style that used magic to dish out powerful crippling blows with such force that his magic could attack his foes internal organs. His Yomiken was only an added to his alright mighty strength and speed, with his speed he was a blur and his fist could create large craters. Many had fought against him only to nearly wind up dead by his powerful fists. At the age of sixteen Yami has also discovered the ability to change into a magical creature, a secret he kept between himself and Orochimaru
At the age of sixteen Yami took on contracts for the Yakuza, different hits as he became a profession Hit Man. In the days as a Hit Man Yami took on many contracts and succeeded with a 100% completion rate, he never failed a job, whether his jobs took him across Japan or across the globe. He did as he was told and within six months as a Yakuza hit man Yami has started to make names for himself going by Ijin no Sochi the Son of the Devil, later being known as Yomi no Ken the Fist of the Under World matching his deadly style and lastly Aku no keshin Evil Incarnate a name given for his unrivalled hatred, his dark desires and his ability to show no mercy.
Through his months as a hit man Yami has devised a motto “If you’re strong you live, if you’re weak you die”. As the weeks rolled by he began to view the Yakuza he worked for as…weaklings. Taking it upon himself he rid the world of the weaklings crushing the entire Yakuza group he was working for before travelling Japan taking out many others leaving a bloody mess behind him earning him the moniker Chimamire no tenshi the Bloody Angel. He became feared throughout Japan as his reputation travelled the globe.
Yami travelled the Japan learning new Ancient Arts to add to his growing arsenal oh abilities, learning to wield the other elements wind, earth, water, ice, wood, lava, sand and many others as he travelled from town to town, city to city and village to village. He trained himself in all disciplines and as he grew as did his familiar Orochimaru.
The years began to pass for Yami and by the age of twenty he had mastery over dozens of Eastern Ancient Magic’s he had been labelled a prodigy in the art. But his true strength was in his sword magic and combat magic, the ability to fight with his raw fists. He could demolish his foes and turn them into a fine paste with a single punch with level a building by reinforcing his punches with magic and release upon contact, he had become fearsome being. Orochimaru had grew to be nearly twenty feet, growing at a rapid rate the same rate as Yami’s magical reserves grew, the larger his magical core the larger his familiar.
By twenty Yami’s reputation as a Mercenary had grown as he travelled Europe, America and England taking on contracts from Magical Creatures like the goblins or the magical folk, from contracts as a tax collector to hit and run or kid napping and extortion or espionage and sabotage. Over the years Yami had obtained the ability to project his killer intent and bloodlust. He could project it to such a degree that it came crashing down making it appear as if black rain was crashing down around them, his intent was so powerful it would frighten the darked or most battle hardened wizards and witch's.
But as he travelled the Western world he began to see the western wizards and witchs as weaklings, unlike the ancient Eastern Magical users the western users used their magic to make their life easier, while Ancient Eastern Magic had been used purely for the use of combat. Deciding to show these western Wizards the superiority of the Ancient Arts he travelled from western country to country teaching his ways, finally coming to Hogwarts.
Personal
ALIAS: Yami
AGE: 18
TIMEZONE: Australian Sydney Est Standard Time
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
RP EXPERIENCE: 5 and a half years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: Google
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The wind whipped across the burning desert as two figures stood opposite another. The first five foot five inch tall twenty-five year old man with long black hair dressed in formal Japanese style clothing consisting of black hakama pants and a Japanese style kimono top with lengthened sleeves. Wrapped tightly around his waist a red obi sash that held three swords attached to the right side, a Katana, a Wakizashi and an Uchigatana.
The males opponent was another man in his mid forties wearing medieval style robes carrying a long wand. The man had scruffy brown hair and shaking blue eyes that had a hint of madness to them. The man laughed as he raised his wand, “Avada Kedavra!” cried the man as a jet of green energy shot from the tip of the wand towards his opponent.
The male kicked off the ground moving to the left at a speed the eye could see but not track. He held out his right hand palm facing his foe with his left palm pressed against the back of his right hand, “Watashi wa yobikakeru hi no seirei, karera no haka ni kisai shite sōshin suru, ningen no korera no inu o kesu (Spirits of Fire I call upon the, vanish these dogs of man, send them forth to their graves)!” Chanted the man as a sphere of red flames began to form in the palm of his hand.
“Shinku Hinotama (Crimson Fireball)!” shouted the Eastern Mage as the sphere of flames erupted from his palm sending him skidding backwards. The ball of fire flew across the desert turning the sand to glass as it flames licked across the air sucking in the oxygen allowing it to grow bigger. The massive ball of fire flew towards the wizard who vanished with a loud crack...apparition. The fireball crashed into the sand causing a tidal wave. The sand rose into the air only to turn to glass creating a tidal wave made of glass.
The wizard appeared a distance behind the other male and prepared his wand, “Diffindo Maxima!” With a flick of his wrist a beam of crimson energy shot through the air cutting through the sand.
The male spun on his heels drawing his katana, his magical energy encasing his sword as he swung it. The blade cut straight through the incoming spell slicing it in half allowing it to pass around him. He sheathed his sword and clenched his right fist before shooting forward. He leapt up into the air and reared his fist back gathering magical energy into his muscles causing them to expand. The wizard leapt back as the fist collided with the desert floor. A loud boom was heard as a shockwave sent the wizard flying backwards as a desert crater formed from the force of the punch.
The wizard flicked his wrist, “INCENDIO!” a stream of crimson flames shot from the tip of the wand jetting towards his foe.
The male raised his right hand his entire arm was encased in magic as a glow surrounded him, “OROCHIMARU!” a blinding flash encased him as a long dark purple scaled tail slammed into the flames sending them flying to the right. Standing before the man was a twenty foot from head to tail Eight Tailed Snake with dark purple scales and sixteen emerald eyes. The eight heads hissed loudly as they coiled around their master.
“Orochimaru kill!” commanded the man, the snake hissed and raced forward with such speed though incapable for a creature its size. The snake raced across the desert slithering up to the wizard. Its tails shot forward slamming into the wizard pinning him to the ground. Its fourth head shot forward mouth opened wide as its fangs buried deep into the man’s throat, green poison seeping into his blood stream. The wizard convulsed and screamed for only a second before the life left him as the poison killed him in seconds.
AGE: 18
TIMEZONE: Australian Sydney Est Standard Time
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
RP EXPERIENCE: 5 and a half years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: Google
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The wind whipped across the burning desert as two figures stood opposite another. The first five foot five inch tall twenty-five year old man with long black hair dressed in formal Japanese style clothing consisting of black hakama pants and a Japanese style kimono top with lengthened sleeves. Wrapped tightly around his waist a red obi sash that held three swords attached to the right side, a Katana, a Wakizashi and an Uchigatana.
The males opponent was another man in his mid forties wearing medieval style robes carrying a long wand. The man had scruffy brown hair and shaking blue eyes that had a hint of madness to them. The man laughed as he raised his wand, “Avada Kedavra!” cried the man as a jet of green energy shot from the tip of the wand towards his opponent.
The male kicked off the ground moving to the left at a speed the eye could see but not track. He held out his right hand palm facing his foe with his left palm pressed against the back of his right hand, “Watashi wa yobikakeru hi no seirei, karera no haka ni kisai shite sōshin suru, ningen no korera no inu o kesu (Spirits of Fire I call upon the, vanish these dogs of man, send them forth to their graves)!” Chanted the man as a sphere of red flames began to form in the palm of his hand.
“Shinku Hinotama (Crimson Fireball)!” shouted the Eastern Mage as the sphere of flames erupted from his palm sending him skidding backwards. The ball of fire flew across the desert turning the sand to glass as it flames licked across the air sucking in the oxygen allowing it to grow bigger. The massive ball of fire flew towards the wizard who vanished with a loud crack...apparition. The fireball crashed into the sand causing a tidal wave. The sand rose into the air only to turn to glass creating a tidal wave made of glass.
The wizard appeared a distance behind the other male and prepared his wand, “Diffindo Maxima!” With a flick of his wrist a beam of crimson energy shot through the air cutting through the sand.
The male spun on his heels drawing his katana, his magical energy encasing his sword as he swung it. The blade cut straight through the incoming spell slicing it in half allowing it to pass around him. He sheathed his sword and clenched his right fist before shooting forward. He leapt up into the air and reared his fist back gathering magical energy into his muscles causing them to expand. The wizard leapt back as the fist collided with the desert floor. A loud boom was heard as a shockwave sent the wizard flying backwards as a desert crater formed from the force of the punch.
The wizard flicked his wrist, “INCENDIO!” a stream of crimson flames shot from the tip of the wand jetting towards his foe.
The male raised his right hand his entire arm was encased in magic as a glow surrounded him, “OROCHIMARU!” a blinding flash encased him as a long dark purple scaled tail slammed into the flames sending them flying to the right. Standing before the man was a twenty foot from head to tail Eight Tailed Snake with dark purple scales and sixteen emerald eyes. The eight heads hissed loudly as they coiled around their master.
“Orochimaru kill!” commanded the man, the snake hissed and raced forward with such speed though incapable for a creature its size. The snake raced across the desert slithering up to the wizard. Its tails shot forward slamming into the wizard pinning him to the ground. Its fourth head shot forward mouth opened wide as its fangs buried deep into the man’s throat, green poison seeping into his blood stream. The wizard convulsed and screamed for only a second before the life left him as the poison killed him in seconds.
