Post by IamthaCandyman on Aug 13, 2011 23:25:33 GMT -4
Shinigami
Name: Lei-Hung “Kasou Rotasu” Feng
Gender: Male
Age: Total: 222 Alive: 20, Dead: 202 Appears to be in his 20’s
Division: Eleven
Rank:Fourth Seat
Physical Description:Lei-Hung stands at 6’5 if he were to stand up straight which was rare, he weighed 217 pounds, his body being 96% muscle. As for his body it was lean and very flexible able to move about and be in positions normal people couldn’t do with out training. His hair was a light timid purple almost as if it was faded by the sunlight coming of as white even. Lei’s forehead was of normal size not jutting out to far or being to wide, his cheekbones were high making his face seem lean. Lei’s chin was rounded having no indention's, his nose was slightly small giving him kind of a skeletal look to his face structure. He had dark circles under his eye’s from lack of sleep, Lei’s eye’s were bloodshot quite often the white seeming to have more red than needed showing a strain in the eye’s. The iris of Lei’s eye’s were a light purple with a small ring of light green right around the pupil, spiking out into the purple at various lengths. As for his mouth he had somewhat of a smaller mouth his lips not being puffy but more flat like, he had a facial scar that ran down his left cheek over his lips and down his right jaw. Lei’s shoulders were big but not as big as most people his size, His shoulder being somewhat broad, his arm’s although very muscular were thin and long seeming to be bout 4 inches thick un-flexed. Lei’s hands were bigger than normal, his finger’s long and spidery. As for Lei’s Chest and stomach they were muscular or “ripped” , his chest being somewhat broad giving him a hourglass figure for his body curved in somewhat at the stomach and than came back down to his hips which were broad as well. Giving his body a slightly feminine look, his legs were 100% muscle for he used them often, also being very long, this is where most of his height came from, his feet were smaller than you would think for a man his height his shoe size being 11. He is often seen crouching for this is how he normally stood, sometimes running even on all fours like a beast, his spine had a natural curve in it from this making it slightly painful to stand up straight for too long, crouched he stood at 4’10.
As for clothing he wore a executioners mask hand stitched from brown wool, It had to eye slots seeming to had been ripped open making it seem as if he had merely picked up a wool sack and cut eye slots into it. The mask had at one time had a face dyed black onto it, but now faded over the year’s left a small trace of what used to be a mouth on it and small rings of black around the eye’s. Lei wore a skin tight top that wrapped around his body and down his arm’s were it met with his fingerless gloves making one uniform piece, there were leather straps all over his chest and arm’s buckled together with traditional metal buckles. His bottoms were normal shinigami wear fanning out in the normal fashion, he wore no shoes for he believed his feet need to be free, but he did wear a special kind of fabric over his feet, keeping his feet free as if he was barefooted. His outfit had a faded black color to it, the color’s seeming to even be splotched in places making his outfit look dirty and unclean when in truth it was just old. His Zanpakuto sheath however was different story it was a nice pretty black with light purple lotus flowers in bloom on it, this sheath would rest on his back the hilt of the weapon pointing down toward the ground at a angle coming off on the left side so it can be drawn with his left hand.
Personality:Lei is a man with self-esteem issue’s when it comes to his appearance from a early age he had always thought he was ugly never having the courage to talk to anyone whether they be man, woman or child, making himself a loner from the start. Though when wearing his mask he has no problem talking to people, but with out his mask he will not approach anyone and avoid people as if they were the plague. Lei is a simple man all he cared about were the simple things in life enjoying wind’s breeze as much as a writer enjoyed good poetry. He was not a stupid man but often didn’t display his intelligence even though many assumed he was a retarded, for he didn’t talk much growing up in truth he avoided people.
Lei’s thoughts were a raging torrent of information and paranoia, often over thinking things which only cause problem’s for him making his paranoia only worse for he often saw shadows where there were none. Lei often didn’t talk in public gathering preferring to keep his mouth shut as not to draw attention to himself, he has mental melt downs at time loosing his temper from time to time only making his situation with the other shinigami worse. Having hardly any friends often made him depressed and lonely making it a common scene for him to be mumbling incoherently or even common for him to talk to his Zanpakuto for hours.
Lei’s paranoia stemmed from his insomnia making him emotional the longer he went without sleep and even seeing hallucinations from time to time. This was a major problem for him cause after 5 days he would start to see things his mind not able to distinguish between reality and his dream’s sometime seeing hollows, creature or other enemy’s that were not there, he had been known to be seen fighting air or even attacking fellow shinigami although he had figured out way to force himself to sleep. He did not do so often and sometimes forget too causing problem’s for himself and fellow shinigami, he was often forced to sleep.
Lei had a great love for art and music this being the thing that would calm his mind and often put him in a trance, he could stare at a painting for hours and listen to music for day’s and never realize that time had passed until his body craved nourishment or sleep. Lei was not a person to normally hate things but he couldn’t help but hate one thing and that was a bully, he is often seen standing up to a bully or protecting the weak for he had a strong sense of justice and kept a moral code similar to that of knights and samurai but twisted to show no mercy.
Lei’s mind even during fighting was a calm and collected one always thinking a few moves ahead, this was the only time Lei is ever focused when doing anything. To Lei he felt as if the enemy stood still when fighting his mind racing but always focused, though Lei wasn’t a tactician or to great with logic he mainly relied on instinct in fights. Lei had few friends so for the one’s he did have he would go to the moon and back for them, protecting them and doing even simple task for them, for he felt as if he had to do these things to keep there friendship.
History:
The Life and Death of Lei-Hung
Birth
Lei-Hung was born in china, the year was 1789 this was near the end of the Qing dynasty, this also being the time of the French revolution although the effects were not felt in china yet and wouldn’t be during Lei’s life time. Lei was born in a small Chinese village, the name lost to him for his parents never told him, he was a ugly baby and had a strangeness bout him that caused the villager’s to believe he was possessed. Being born in a time when demon’s were people were highly superstitious only caused to the infant boy to be cursed from the beginning. Lei’s father and mother after constant attempts on the boys life by the villagers would run away with as much stuff they could carry by this time Lei was already five year’s old and learning to speak he still was not a cute child he looked like a demon in ways his face being oddly shaped for his age his voice sounding that of a old man at five did not help his case.
New Home( Age 8 )
Lei’s mother and father had traveled a weeks journey away from there home hiding there sun and traveling off the roads until the stumbled into a bamboo jungle, the bamboo tree’s being tall for it was untouched place, the plant life was lush and green making the terrain hard to traverse. The boy’s parents had worked there way though it making it to a grotto, building a hut at first it was supposed to be a temporary hut, but as the year’s had passed and Lei reaching the age of eight They had made it into a quaint little home. Lei’s father taught him various thing’s, his father being a wise man beyond his year’s, had taught the boy how to live off the land, the importance of animal’s and there movements, And how to calm his mind and observe all around him. The boy’s mother on the other hand taught him the beauty of things, how the smallest insect could have a simple yet complex beauty to it. She also taught him compassion and to be in tune with his emotions, as well as the meaning of justice, and kindness to others.
One lesson his father had taught him stuck with him till this day it was a Japanese story of the samurai, but after the year’s it had made its way to china the values behind the story, piercing into the heart of the young. The boy’s father was standing on a rock his body language over exaggerated and dramatized, his voice ringing in the young boy’s ear’s as his father told the story.
“A long time ago there was a young samurai and his fiancé who were deeply in love. One day his fiancé was walking through the forest when she was attacked and seriously mauled by a man-eating tiger! No matter what the young samurai did, nothing could save her… and she died
From the depths of his sorrow he vowed to revenge his beloved, by seeking out the tiger and killing it.
So he took his bow and arrow and sought out into the forest, month after month in search of the man-eating beast. Searching daily in the forest, the samurai finally saw a sleeping tiger in the distance and concluded that this must be the tiger responsible for the death of his lover!
He drew his bow, took careful aim and released the arrow which found its mark and pierced the tiger’s body deeply. Drawing and mounting another arrow he slowly approached the motionless creature to confirm the kill… only to find his arrow stuck deeply into a striped colored stone which happened to resemble that of a sleeping tiger!
After this, everyone in the village began to talk about how strong he was, because he could pierce a stone with his arrow, and people became determined to test him. However, regardless of how many times he attempted to repeat the undertaking his arrows kept bouncing off the rock.
This was because he now realized that his target is only a stone. In the past his resolve had been so profound that he was actually able to physically pierce a stone with his arrow. However, now under different circumstances, he was unable to repeat the same feat.”
The boy would sit listening to this story that had been told around the country, the author now lost to the world told from mouth to mouth the story even changing over time. When it came down to it though the moral of the story was {A strong will can even pierce stone}. In other words, resolve can serve as a powerful strength for achieving seemingly impossible things . This simple story would change the boy’s life giving him the courage and strength and determination to do what he thought was right.
A Tragedy in the Jungle( Age 10 )
Lei had just turned 10 a few week’s before growing to be taller than a normal child his age, but due to his defect it was hard for him to stand up straight making it common for him to stay hunched over or crouching. After the last few years of watching the animal’s he had learn to move like them using his hands and feet crawling like a beast but faster. This put less strain on his body and built the muscles in his arm and leg’s up quickly, and giving him increased flexibility, for he was often seen with the monkeys playing as if he was one of there own. Lei was a fearless boy he often ran up to a Giant panda’s who were a peaceful creature irritating them till there anger would cause them to chase after or try to attack the boy. Being highly athletic and having a good memory of the land would run out of sight until he hid in one of his many hiding spots keeping quiet, his sent after all the year’s being one of the jungle was hard to detect.
The boy was returning home, when his mother came running out to him crying with the news. That his father had passed away, his father had been bit by a poisonous snake a few days before and had appeared to be getting better yesterday for his fever had broke, but his father had been having trouble breathing. His father died caused by cardiac arrest, although this was not known to the boy he just figured the snake bite killed him. The boys father laid in his bed his body slightly a pale blue and cold, he didn’t appear peaceful the facial expression his father had was one of pain, his hand frozen in what appeared to be his grabbing his chest. Lei looked upon his father dead body, the boy’s facial expression was one of horror. The tears ran down the boy’s face while he stood there in shock his breathing becoming heavy his heard beating wildly making him feel that it was going to beat right out of his chest. Lei’s thoughts were clouded in fear in doubt for he had no idea how he was going to fill the shoe’s of his father or how he was expected to hunt by himself, for a full grown boar being twice his size.
Becoming a Man, His First Kill( Age 14)
Over the past two years, Lei had been hunting and forging for there was no room to farm and they had a dire need for food. The boy and his mother had lived alone together for a long time, his mother had started to loose her mind becoming violent and emotional. Lei had come home from hunting one day, the sun was beginning to set when he walked into the house to greet his mother. The boy opened the door slowly listening to the door creak as he walked into the dark house, as he did this he thought that this was weird for his mother always had the stove going even after she had begun to lose her mind. Lei’s heart began to beat faster as the realization that his mother was not in the house began to dawn on him. The boy ran though the house looking for clues to where she has gone seeing only slight marks indicating a scuffle in her room. Lei ran outside lighting a torch and bringing his face close to the ground examining the footprints and marks of whatever took his mother, the footprints were those of men at closer expectation, he deduced that it was a group of men. Lei who had grew up in the jungle and knowing how to hunt being taught by his father was a great tracker, the boy would follow the tracks most of the night before coming upon a campfire with several what seemed to be Chinese warrior’s. The boy at the time had no idea bout gun’s for during this era musket’s were used, as the boy watched the warrior’s eat watching his tied up mother, who’s face seemed to be one of utter horror. The Men would began to get closer to his mother, hitting her and than doing unspeakable thing’s scarring the boy for life. Lei’s anger would slowly escalate as he watched the atrocities being performed on his mother, the boy waited until the warrior’s finished and the moon high in the sky.
Almost all the men were asleep except one who was keeping guard, Lei would sneak up on the man like the tigers stalked there prey coming up behind him with a huge rock in his hand, when the boy had snuck right up behind the man he brought the rock up with both hands standing up straight bringing the rock down with as much force as he could smashing the mans head in. When the rock struck the man in the head the blood would gush out splattering all over the boys shirt and face, the expression the boy had was one of complete madness as he picked up the warrior’s sword, running to each sleeping warrior slicing there head off clean blood gushing from there body’s leaving puddles of blood. After all the bloodshed had finished the boy was griping the handle of the blade so tight his knuckles were white the muscle in his arm’s fully flexed he was sitting in the middle of the bloody camp the handle of the blade to his forehead as he rocked back and forth all though the night. Lei had no reason to untie his mother for she was dead she had died though the night before he had even begun the killing, reason for his mother death unknown to the boy, he assumed that the rape had killed her, but he did not know for sure. This was the first time Lei had been completely alone, not sure what to do or where to go, he returned home washing off the blood leaving the bodies there along with his mother’s. The blade he had brought with him having a death grip on it till he got home dropping it on the floor, this was the beginning of Lei’s young adulthood.
Leaving the Jungle ( Age 18 )
Four year’s had passed since his mother had passed, he had been alone the whole time living in the house his parents built. Since his mother’s death he hardly slept, the nightmare’s of that day flooding his dream’s causing him to become a insomniac due to the trauma. This did horrible thing’s to his already horrid appearance making him look older than he was, also making him look like a wild man for he stopped caring about his hair letting, his hair and facial hair growing out wildly.Four year’s had passed since his mother had passed, he had been alone the whole time living in the house his parents built. Since his mother’s death he hardly slept, the nightmare’s of that day flooding his dream’s causing him to become a insomniac due to the trauma. This did horrible thing’s to his already horrid appearance making him look older than he was, also making him look like a wild man for he stopped caring about his hair letting, his hair and facial hair grow out wildly. As Lei emerged from the jungle he shielded his eye’s for the sun was a lot brighter with out the protection of the tree’s canopy’s, walking a bit farther out his eye’s adjusting to the light he began to make out what seemed to be a slightly busy dirt road. All manner of men and women seemed to travel this road along with several animals that Lei had never seen before in his life, getting curious Lei walked farther out into the open the rusty Chinese men's sword held loosely in his left hand. When Lei had walked out into the open, three men had seen him do this and noticing he held a weapon approached him, hands on there blades as they walked forward speaking “now just drop that weapon son, there is no need for unnecessary violence” the man’s voice ringing out clear and dignified as if he was better than Lei. The man’s face reflected that he thought Lei was nothing, feeling the man’s hateful gaze Lei’s hand clinched tightly on the sword as he spoke “And who are you, to be telling me that I can’t hold but a simple blade?” when Lei spoke his voice sounded intelligent and wise for his voice was that of a old mans. When the impact of Lei’s voice hit the man who was not expecting it to be of that tone much less intelligent, the man drew his blade more in fear at the wild hairy man that was crouching in front of him. Seeing the man draw his blade as well as the other’s, Lei would sigh bringing the blade in front of him holding it out saying “This well not end well for anyone, are you sure this is what you wish to do?” as Lei finished his sentence, the man that first drew rushed at him waving the blade around as if he had no experience with the weapon. As the man got closer Lei not having much experience with the blade as well did not know how to react, but this did not become a problem his animal instincts had kicked in the adrenaline in his vein’s. Lei’s heart beat was speeding up as he watched the man, approach his body and subconsciously had already dodged and counter-attacked before he even realized it happened, the hand being quicker than the eye. As blood went everywhere and the man’s head fell from his shoulder’s, what had just happened played over and over in Lei’s head the action’s of what he did being somewhat blurry. Lei did know this though when the men had come to do a slash at Lei’s left side he had jumped up and forward, jumping over the enemy’s blade and in one fluid motion using his momentum had cut the man’s head off with shear force. The Blade Lei held being rusty and old couldn’t hold up to the pressure and impact it just took practically fell to pieces right there, the other two men could only watch in horror as there friends blood stained the ground. One man began screaming and charging while the other dropped to his knee’s picking up his friends head which had rolled to his feet, the man that had charged had some skill to him and Lei being blade-less dodge a few of his attacks before taking a deep gash on his face starting at his left cheek and working its way over his lips and down his right jaw. As the Lei felt the blood run down his face and neck placing his hands over the wound feeling the urge to scream, but didn’t letting tear’s wheal up in his eye’s as he ran back into the jungle the pain being immense.
After a few month’s Lei’s injury had scabbed up and healed fully leaving a horrid scar on his already horrendous face, Lei was determined to leave the jungle to kill all who had wronged him and those that wronged others. This was the beginning of Lei’s twisted sense of justice, and would be his downfall. Lei had shaved this time and trimmed his hair, due to his gene’s his hair was white, but due to his strange diet it had faded into a timid purple. Lei’s hair when he had finished cutting was real short and spiked out in all directions giving him eh appearance of porcupine, when Lei had finished cutting his hair he began his walk back to the edge of the jungle to take notes of the people who traveled never leaving the jungle’s foliage. Lei did this for a week before getting the courage to walk out, when he did he had finally walked all the way to the road. As Lei had neared the road everyone stopped staring for Lei was hunched over walking on his hand’s as well his feet as if he was a beast, at first some people and kids had thrown rocks at him, others lit torches in a attempt to scare him off. Seeing this Lei stood up straight coming to a astounding height of 6’5 inches, this being tall for any Chinese man hushed everyone up as he spoke the tone of his voice again shocking people “I’m but a man lost and in need of a place to stay can anyone help?” a few people walked off, others shouted “go back to the jungle FREAK!!” some mumbled to them selves before walking off are spitting at his feet.
A Home Bound Man, The Death of The Beast ( AGE 20 )
(OOC: more will come when i can think of it. "writers block")
Additional Info:He has a strange fighting style making use of his Zanpakuto in a strange way holding it in his left hand which is uncommon as well as switching between regular one handed grip to two handed grip as well as a reverse one handed grip mixing several fighting style together. What makes this fighting style even stranger is his stance, for his stance, he is in his normal crouching stance, but instead of his feet being flat he would put all his weight on the front of his feet his heels of his feet never touching the ground leaning slightly forward. When he gets ready to attack, his body sways back and forth, his hands at his side as well almost in a dance like motion the Zanpakuto going from his left side around his back to his front in his face while in his hand. This motion would cause only one of his feet to be on the ground at a time, this style of fighting makes use of acrobatic skill as well as many different sword and hand to hand fighting styles, mixing them all together. This making him a unique and formidable foe.
General
Name:Kaiju Rotasu
Spirit Description:
Spirits Personalty: Kaiju is a wild spirit, for her actions and thoughts reflect that of a beast. Always feeling the need to hunt, the need to survive, the need to fight. Basically primitive instincts, but though the twisted nature of her wielders souls. She feed's on pain and misery of others soul, the more pain she inflicts the more sadistic she gets. Lei and Kaiju have a strange relationship, for Kaiju love to inflict mental pain on Lei telling him he is worthless and that he will never amount to anything. What is strange bout Kaiju is that she doesn't do this to hurt him but because she love's him and not knowing any other way to show her affection. Lei secretly knows this, but doesn't say anything to stop it only simply smiling and proving her wrong at each turn.
Sealed:The sealed version of this does not look like a normal katana, his soul reflecting on his blade even in it’s sealed state the blade being straight and jagged with a serrated edge as if it has fangs. This katana was unique for it was double edged, the back of the blade being sharp as well, the edge being that of a normal katana. The guard of the blade actually appears to be four clawed fingers stretching a few inches out toward the blade. The grip being a rounded black metal, the appearance of the blade coming out to look slightly saw like in a way.
Shikai
Activation Phrase:Terrify Kaiju Rotasu
Appearance:His Zanpakuto takes on the appearance of a battle ax, two rods would make up the handle going down and twisting together right before reaching the blades, one blade would be serrated like his katana this being the bigger blade while the other would be the normal sharp edge. Black metal wire would wrap together half way down the handle making it easier to hold on too. The handle’s total length being 7 feet giving the ax reach, due to the way Zanpakuto the weight of this weapon is no more heavy than it was in its sealed form the ax even though the head being bigger is still balanced. (weapon the spirit of the Zanpakuto is holding is the basic appearance of this weapon but tweaked to my liking in the description)
Abilities:\\If he cuts an enemy in shikai the serrated side of the blade would cause chronic pain in which the nerve fibers themselves have become damaged or dysfunctional. As a result, the fibers send incorrect signals that are perceived as pain(Neuropathic pain). The blade heals any tissue injured but the pain staying, you might feel the effect of the blade as either pins and needles, a burning sensation or an electrical shock. The effect can be multiplied with each strike but only if the strike is in the same general area, same goes for any area he cut’s the pain can be multiplied, but only if the strike is in a general area of the pervious cut. The general area’s of the body are as follow’s: Left arm, right arm, torso, head, left leg, right leg. If there is more than one cut in that area the pain will increase for that area, making it hard for a enemy do task. (5% Reshi use per strike)
The sharp smooth edge of the battleaxe, practically cut’s a person’s soul he can cause pain to a Zanpakuto after enough strikes able to revert them to there sealed form, with each strike of this blade it causes it opponents reshi strength to diminish. The amounts of strikes vary on the amount of strength of a person and there Zanpakuto, making it harder to cause pain to defensive Zanpakuto’ compared to offensive, and kido based one’s usually take the least amount of strikes. On a shinigami it causes there reshi attack and defense power to be gradually weakened after a varied number of strikes.(5% Reshi use per strike)
Kutsuu Rotasu( lotus of pain ): Concentrating his reshi when he cuts his enemy, the wound caused by that cut will than slowly continue to rip further into the flesh, while the wound itself will heal. So as the wound travels deeper through the flesh, and starts to heal, it will cause the person total agony, but it can't kill them. If he was to cut a enemy say on the on the chest or stomach leaving a scratch, the scratch would than borrow deep in his body causing internal pain. Making it seem as if someone is poking around in his insides, even though he couldn’t die from this the pain would be immense. (Reshi 10% per strike, 5% per post the effect is in play)
The only way his Shiki can kill is he beheads his enemy slice cleanly and quickly though the neck, this becomes easy after the enemy is incapacitated due to the pain.
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Activation Phrase:N/A
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Binding Kido( Bakudo ):
[22]Inemuri ("forced slumber"): A spell that forces someone to fall asleep. Hardly used on the enemy mostly used on himself to combat his insomnia. If used on himself or used successfully on someone at his level of ability 4-6seat, two post are skipped. If used on someone third seat to vice captain chances of success are slim and if successful one post is skipped. On those underneath 6 seat chances of success are high and if successful 4 post are skipped. Only able to use this twice during a thread, and once in battle this technique can be countered with Reverse Demon kido, also a teammate or anyone is able to wake you if your struck violently or appropriate release kido is used. The downfall of using this on a opponent is that when they wake there Reiatsu (spiritual pressure) is Increased. Also due to the unfairness of this if used in battle, I had made sure that only one strike and no fatal strikes could be made, a person must touch there enemy with there hand for the effect to work. Also most likely he will never use this in a offensive manner mainly used in defense purpose’s as well as power boosting. The downfall being that he can be severally injured, or trapped mostly a group technique.
(not sure...how i would use this in battle if ever did it's mainly for reference but would like tip's on how ..i could make it work although would be used mainly on my char)
Other Characters:none
Roleplay Sample:
“I tried so hard to stop him from going. I just couldn’t let him do it I jumped in front of the car as it came speeding towards me just then a wind blew me aside knocking me to my feet. When I awoke I saw nothing but… ” lowering her head in a deep sigh, she slowly highlighted all the text on her desktop and sat staring at her screen for about twenty minutes before pressing delete. Getting up from her desk feeling disappointed in herself again, she wraps herself in her robe and starts toward her bedroom. Passing by the kids hall she slows then backs up a step to properly look down the dark hall. Leaning in just past the hall door she inhaled a strange out of place smell.
“smoke?” she said to herself reaching for the light switch. No matter how fast she flickered the switch the lights wouldn’t come on. Turning to see if her computer was still on she was shocked to see it was day. She wasn’t even in her hometown anymore but at a beach. Not just any beach but THE Beach the one everyone deems perfect. It was dusk and the sun seemed to compliment the blue water making it shimmer fragments of light thru the windows. The smell of smoke was gone and a rush of sea salt filled the air. The feeling of warm comforting love consumed her, inviting her, as she carefully stepped down into the powder like sand that now filled her living room. Slowly making her way to front door her eyes never left the window in fear it would all disappear. Breathing heavily she approaches the door, suddenly a strong sense of fear overcame her and she backed away from the door. With every step she took back the light in the room began to fade.
“NO NO …please… DON’T GO I‘m sorry!” crying and shouting as she fell to the floor. As soon as she felt her knees hit the cold floor a man comes running from down the hall and falls to the floor embracing her.
“Eve… My God! what are you doing up this late?” he grabs hold of eve and gently starts rubbing her back. He picks Eve up off the floor and carries her to the bedroom. As soon as she falls asleep he heads toward the living room. He walks down the hall rubbing his eyes from being awoken so early. A light catches his eye and he sees the computer on. Reading what Eve wrote gave him chills down his spine. Just as he shuts down the computer he hears the sound of a door unlocking. He takes a quick look around his house and heads to the front door. He looks down at the lock and to his surprise the door had been unlocked. After locking the door he quickly picks his feet up as if suddenly stepping on something hot. “What the hell…?” he looks down to see his feet covered in sand then turns quickly in a fright to see Eve standing in the hall.
“I’m not Crazy Sam.” Eve turns and goes back to bed. Sam looks back down at his feet and feels nothing but the bare floor under his feet.
(From a book I'm starting to write)
General Info
Name: Lei-Hung “Kasou Rotasu” Feng
Gender: Male
Age: Total: 222 Alive: 20, Dead: 202 Appears to be in his 20’s
Division: Eleven
Rank:Fourth Seat
Physical Description:Lei-Hung stands at 6’5 if he were to stand up straight which was rare, he weighed 217 pounds, his body being 96% muscle. As for his body it was lean and very flexible able to move about and be in positions normal people couldn’t do with out training. His hair was a light timid purple almost as if it was faded by the sunlight coming of as white even. Lei’s forehead was of normal size not jutting out to far or being to wide, his cheekbones were high making his face seem lean. Lei’s chin was rounded having no indention's, his nose was slightly small giving him kind of a skeletal look to his face structure. He had dark circles under his eye’s from lack of sleep, Lei’s eye’s were bloodshot quite often the white seeming to have more red than needed showing a strain in the eye’s. The iris of Lei’s eye’s were a light purple with a small ring of light green right around the pupil, spiking out into the purple at various lengths. As for his mouth he had somewhat of a smaller mouth his lips not being puffy but more flat like, he had a facial scar that ran down his left cheek over his lips and down his right jaw. Lei’s shoulders were big but not as big as most people his size, His shoulder being somewhat broad, his arm’s although very muscular were thin and long seeming to be bout 4 inches thick un-flexed. Lei’s hands were bigger than normal, his finger’s long and spidery. As for Lei’s Chest and stomach they were muscular or “ripped” , his chest being somewhat broad giving him a hourglass figure for his body curved in somewhat at the stomach and than came back down to his hips which were broad as well. Giving his body a slightly feminine look, his legs were 100% muscle for he used them often, also being very long, this is where most of his height came from, his feet were smaller than you would think for a man his height his shoe size being 11. He is often seen crouching for this is how he normally stood, sometimes running even on all fours like a beast, his spine had a natural curve in it from this making it slightly painful to stand up straight for too long, crouched he stood at 4’10.
As for clothing he wore a executioners mask hand stitched from brown wool, It had to eye slots seeming to had been ripped open making it seem as if he had merely picked up a wool sack and cut eye slots into it. The mask had at one time had a face dyed black onto it, but now faded over the year’s left a small trace of what used to be a mouth on it and small rings of black around the eye’s. Lei wore a skin tight top that wrapped around his body and down his arm’s were it met with his fingerless gloves making one uniform piece, there were leather straps all over his chest and arm’s buckled together with traditional metal buckles. His bottoms were normal shinigami wear fanning out in the normal fashion, he wore no shoes for he believed his feet need to be free, but he did wear a special kind of fabric over his feet, keeping his feet free as if he was barefooted. His outfit had a faded black color to it, the color’s seeming to even be splotched in places making his outfit look dirty and unclean when in truth it was just old. His Zanpakuto sheath however was different story it was a nice pretty black with light purple lotus flowers in bloom on it, this sheath would rest on his back the hilt of the weapon pointing down toward the ground at a angle coming off on the left side so it can be drawn with his left hand.
Personality:Lei is a man with self-esteem issue’s when it comes to his appearance from a early age he had always thought he was ugly never having the courage to talk to anyone whether they be man, woman or child, making himself a loner from the start. Though when wearing his mask he has no problem talking to people, but with out his mask he will not approach anyone and avoid people as if they were the plague. Lei is a simple man all he cared about were the simple things in life enjoying wind’s breeze as much as a writer enjoyed good poetry. He was not a stupid man but often didn’t display his intelligence even though many assumed he was a retarded, for he didn’t talk much growing up in truth he avoided people.
Lei’s thoughts were a raging torrent of information and paranoia, often over thinking things which only cause problem’s for him making his paranoia only worse for he often saw shadows where there were none. Lei often didn’t talk in public gathering preferring to keep his mouth shut as not to draw attention to himself, he has mental melt downs at time loosing his temper from time to time only making his situation with the other shinigami worse. Having hardly any friends often made him depressed and lonely making it a common scene for him to be mumbling incoherently or even common for him to talk to his Zanpakuto for hours.
Lei’s paranoia stemmed from his insomnia making him emotional the longer he went without sleep and even seeing hallucinations from time to time. This was a major problem for him cause after 5 days he would start to see things his mind not able to distinguish between reality and his dream’s sometime seeing hollows, creature or other enemy’s that were not there, he had been known to be seen fighting air or even attacking fellow shinigami although he had figured out way to force himself to sleep. He did not do so often and sometimes forget too causing problem’s for himself and fellow shinigami, he was often forced to sleep.
Lei had a great love for art and music this being the thing that would calm his mind and often put him in a trance, he could stare at a painting for hours and listen to music for day’s and never realize that time had passed until his body craved nourishment or sleep. Lei was not a person to normally hate things but he couldn’t help but hate one thing and that was a bully, he is often seen standing up to a bully or protecting the weak for he had a strong sense of justice and kept a moral code similar to that of knights and samurai but twisted to show no mercy.
Lei’s mind even during fighting was a calm and collected one always thinking a few moves ahead, this was the only time Lei is ever focused when doing anything. To Lei he felt as if the enemy stood still when fighting his mind racing but always focused, though Lei wasn’t a tactician or to great with logic he mainly relied on instinct in fights. Lei had few friends so for the one’s he did have he would go to the moon and back for them, protecting them and doing even simple task for them, for he felt as if he had to do these things to keep there friendship.
History:
The Life and Death of Lei-Hung
Birth
Lei-Hung was born in china, the year was 1789 this was near the end of the Qing dynasty, this also being the time of the French revolution although the effects were not felt in china yet and wouldn’t be during Lei’s life time. Lei was born in a small Chinese village, the name lost to him for his parents never told him, he was a ugly baby and had a strangeness bout him that caused the villager’s to believe he was possessed. Being born in a time when demon’s were people were highly superstitious only caused to the infant boy to be cursed from the beginning. Lei’s father and mother after constant attempts on the boys life by the villagers would run away with as much stuff they could carry by this time Lei was already five year’s old and learning to speak he still was not a cute child he looked like a demon in ways his face being oddly shaped for his age his voice sounding that of a old man at five did not help his case.
New Home( Age 8 )
Lei’s mother and father had traveled a weeks journey away from there home hiding there sun and traveling off the roads until the stumbled into a bamboo jungle, the bamboo tree’s being tall for it was untouched place, the plant life was lush and green making the terrain hard to traverse. The boy’s parents had worked there way though it making it to a grotto, building a hut at first it was supposed to be a temporary hut, but as the year’s had passed and Lei reaching the age of eight They had made it into a quaint little home. Lei’s father taught him various thing’s, his father being a wise man beyond his year’s, had taught the boy how to live off the land, the importance of animal’s and there movements, And how to calm his mind and observe all around him. The boy’s mother on the other hand taught him the beauty of things, how the smallest insect could have a simple yet complex beauty to it. She also taught him compassion and to be in tune with his emotions, as well as the meaning of justice, and kindness to others.
One lesson his father had taught him stuck with him till this day it was a Japanese story of the samurai, but after the year’s it had made its way to china the values behind the story, piercing into the heart of the young. The boy’s father was standing on a rock his body language over exaggerated and dramatized, his voice ringing in the young boy’s ear’s as his father told the story.
“A long time ago there was a young samurai and his fiancé who were deeply in love. One day his fiancé was walking through the forest when she was attacked and seriously mauled by a man-eating tiger! No matter what the young samurai did, nothing could save her… and she died
From the depths of his sorrow he vowed to revenge his beloved, by seeking out the tiger and killing it.
So he took his bow and arrow and sought out into the forest, month after month in search of the man-eating beast. Searching daily in the forest, the samurai finally saw a sleeping tiger in the distance and concluded that this must be the tiger responsible for the death of his lover!
He drew his bow, took careful aim and released the arrow which found its mark and pierced the tiger’s body deeply. Drawing and mounting another arrow he slowly approached the motionless creature to confirm the kill… only to find his arrow stuck deeply into a striped colored stone which happened to resemble that of a sleeping tiger!
After this, everyone in the village began to talk about how strong he was, because he could pierce a stone with his arrow, and people became determined to test him. However, regardless of how many times he attempted to repeat the undertaking his arrows kept bouncing off the rock.
This was because he now realized that his target is only a stone. In the past his resolve had been so profound that he was actually able to physically pierce a stone with his arrow. However, now under different circumstances, he was unable to repeat the same feat.”
The boy would sit listening to this story that had been told around the country, the author now lost to the world told from mouth to mouth the story even changing over time. When it came down to it though the moral of the story was {A strong will can even pierce stone}. In other words, resolve can serve as a powerful strength for achieving seemingly impossible things . This simple story would change the boy’s life giving him the courage and strength and determination to do what he thought was right.
A Tragedy in the Jungle( Age 10 )
Lei had just turned 10 a few week’s before growing to be taller than a normal child his age, but due to his defect it was hard for him to stand up straight making it common for him to stay hunched over or crouching. After the last few years of watching the animal’s he had learn to move like them using his hands and feet crawling like a beast but faster. This put less strain on his body and built the muscles in his arm and leg’s up quickly, and giving him increased flexibility, for he was often seen with the monkeys playing as if he was one of there own. Lei was a fearless boy he often ran up to a Giant panda’s who were a peaceful creature irritating them till there anger would cause them to chase after or try to attack the boy. Being highly athletic and having a good memory of the land would run out of sight until he hid in one of his many hiding spots keeping quiet, his sent after all the year’s being one of the jungle was hard to detect.
The boy was returning home, when his mother came running out to him crying with the news. That his father had passed away, his father had been bit by a poisonous snake a few days before and had appeared to be getting better yesterday for his fever had broke, but his father had been having trouble breathing. His father died caused by cardiac arrest, although this was not known to the boy he just figured the snake bite killed him. The boys father laid in his bed his body slightly a pale blue and cold, he didn’t appear peaceful the facial expression his father had was one of pain, his hand frozen in what appeared to be his grabbing his chest. Lei looked upon his father dead body, the boy’s facial expression was one of horror. The tears ran down the boy’s face while he stood there in shock his breathing becoming heavy his heard beating wildly making him feel that it was going to beat right out of his chest. Lei’s thoughts were clouded in fear in doubt for he had no idea how he was going to fill the shoe’s of his father or how he was expected to hunt by himself, for a full grown boar being twice his size.
Becoming a Man, His First Kill( Age 14)
Over the past two years, Lei had been hunting and forging for there was no room to farm and they had a dire need for food. The boy and his mother had lived alone together for a long time, his mother had started to loose her mind becoming violent and emotional. Lei had come home from hunting one day, the sun was beginning to set when he walked into the house to greet his mother. The boy opened the door slowly listening to the door creak as he walked into the dark house, as he did this he thought that this was weird for his mother always had the stove going even after she had begun to lose her mind. Lei’s heart began to beat faster as the realization that his mother was not in the house began to dawn on him. The boy ran though the house looking for clues to where she has gone seeing only slight marks indicating a scuffle in her room. Lei ran outside lighting a torch and bringing his face close to the ground examining the footprints and marks of whatever took his mother, the footprints were those of men at closer expectation, he deduced that it was a group of men. Lei who had grew up in the jungle and knowing how to hunt being taught by his father was a great tracker, the boy would follow the tracks most of the night before coming upon a campfire with several what seemed to be Chinese warrior’s. The boy at the time had no idea bout gun’s for during this era musket’s were used, as the boy watched the warrior’s eat watching his tied up mother, who’s face seemed to be one of utter horror. The Men would began to get closer to his mother, hitting her and than doing unspeakable thing’s scarring the boy for life. Lei’s anger would slowly escalate as he watched the atrocities being performed on his mother, the boy waited until the warrior’s finished and the moon high in the sky.
Almost all the men were asleep except one who was keeping guard, Lei would sneak up on the man like the tigers stalked there prey coming up behind him with a huge rock in his hand, when the boy had snuck right up behind the man he brought the rock up with both hands standing up straight bringing the rock down with as much force as he could smashing the mans head in. When the rock struck the man in the head the blood would gush out splattering all over the boys shirt and face, the expression the boy had was one of complete madness as he picked up the warrior’s sword, running to each sleeping warrior slicing there head off clean blood gushing from there body’s leaving puddles of blood. After all the bloodshed had finished the boy was griping the handle of the blade so tight his knuckles were white the muscle in his arm’s fully flexed he was sitting in the middle of the bloody camp the handle of the blade to his forehead as he rocked back and forth all though the night. Lei had no reason to untie his mother for she was dead she had died though the night before he had even begun the killing, reason for his mother death unknown to the boy, he assumed that the rape had killed her, but he did not know for sure. This was the first time Lei had been completely alone, not sure what to do or where to go, he returned home washing off the blood leaving the bodies there along with his mother’s. The blade he had brought with him having a death grip on it till he got home dropping it on the floor, this was the beginning of Lei’s young adulthood.
Leaving the Jungle ( Age 18 )
Four year’s had passed since his mother had passed, he had been alone the whole time living in the house his parents built. Since his mother’s death he hardly slept, the nightmare’s of that day flooding his dream’s causing him to become a insomniac due to the trauma. This did horrible thing’s to his already horrid appearance making him look older than he was, also making him look like a wild man for he stopped caring about his hair letting, his hair and facial hair growing out wildly.Four year’s had passed since his mother had passed, he had been alone the whole time living in the house his parents built. Since his mother’s death he hardly slept, the nightmare’s of that day flooding his dream’s causing him to become a insomniac due to the trauma. This did horrible thing’s to his already horrid appearance making him look older than he was, also making him look like a wild man for he stopped caring about his hair letting, his hair and facial hair grow out wildly. As Lei emerged from the jungle he shielded his eye’s for the sun was a lot brighter with out the protection of the tree’s canopy’s, walking a bit farther out his eye’s adjusting to the light he began to make out what seemed to be a slightly busy dirt road. All manner of men and women seemed to travel this road along with several animals that Lei had never seen before in his life, getting curious Lei walked farther out into the open the rusty Chinese men's sword held loosely in his left hand. When Lei had walked out into the open, three men had seen him do this and noticing he held a weapon approached him, hands on there blades as they walked forward speaking “now just drop that weapon son, there is no need for unnecessary violence” the man’s voice ringing out clear and dignified as if he was better than Lei. The man’s face reflected that he thought Lei was nothing, feeling the man’s hateful gaze Lei’s hand clinched tightly on the sword as he spoke “And who are you, to be telling me that I can’t hold but a simple blade?” when Lei spoke his voice sounded intelligent and wise for his voice was that of a old mans. When the impact of Lei’s voice hit the man who was not expecting it to be of that tone much less intelligent, the man drew his blade more in fear at the wild hairy man that was crouching in front of him. Seeing the man draw his blade as well as the other’s, Lei would sigh bringing the blade in front of him holding it out saying “This well not end well for anyone, are you sure this is what you wish to do?” as Lei finished his sentence, the man that first drew rushed at him waving the blade around as if he had no experience with the weapon. As the man got closer Lei not having much experience with the blade as well did not know how to react, but this did not become a problem his animal instincts had kicked in the adrenaline in his vein’s. Lei’s heart beat was speeding up as he watched the man, approach his body and subconsciously had already dodged and counter-attacked before he even realized it happened, the hand being quicker than the eye. As blood went everywhere and the man’s head fell from his shoulder’s, what had just happened played over and over in Lei’s head the action’s of what he did being somewhat blurry. Lei did know this though when the men had come to do a slash at Lei’s left side he had jumped up and forward, jumping over the enemy’s blade and in one fluid motion using his momentum had cut the man’s head off with shear force. The Blade Lei held being rusty and old couldn’t hold up to the pressure and impact it just took practically fell to pieces right there, the other two men could only watch in horror as there friends blood stained the ground. One man began screaming and charging while the other dropped to his knee’s picking up his friends head which had rolled to his feet, the man that had charged had some skill to him and Lei being blade-less dodge a few of his attacks before taking a deep gash on his face starting at his left cheek and working its way over his lips and down his right jaw. As the Lei felt the blood run down his face and neck placing his hands over the wound feeling the urge to scream, but didn’t letting tear’s wheal up in his eye’s as he ran back into the jungle the pain being immense.
After a few month’s Lei’s injury had scabbed up and healed fully leaving a horrid scar on his already horrendous face, Lei was determined to leave the jungle to kill all who had wronged him and those that wronged others. This was the beginning of Lei’s twisted sense of justice, and would be his downfall. Lei had shaved this time and trimmed his hair, due to his gene’s his hair was white, but due to his strange diet it had faded into a timid purple. Lei’s hair when he had finished cutting was real short and spiked out in all directions giving him eh appearance of porcupine, when Lei had finished cutting his hair he began his walk back to the edge of the jungle to take notes of the people who traveled never leaving the jungle’s foliage. Lei did this for a week before getting the courage to walk out, when he did he had finally walked all the way to the road. As Lei had neared the road everyone stopped staring for Lei was hunched over walking on his hand’s as well his feet as if he was a beast, at first some people and kids had thrown rocks at him, others lit torches in a attempt to scare him off. Seeing this Lei stood up straight coming to a astounding height of 6’5 inches, this being tall for any Chinese man hushed everyone up as he spoke the tone of his voice again shocking people “I’m but a man lost and in need of a place to stay can anyone help?” a few people walked off, others shouted “go back to the jungle FREAK!!” some mumbled to them selves before walking off are spitting at his feet.
A Home Bound Man, The Death of The Beast ( AGE 20 )
(OOC: more will come when i can think of it. "writers block")
Additional Info:He has a strange fighting style making use of his Zanpakuto in a strange way holding it in his left hand which is uncommon as well as switching between regular one handed grip to two handed grip as well as a reverse one handed grip mixing several fighting style together. What makes this fighting style even stranger is his stance, for his stance, he is in his normal crouching stance, but instead of his feet being flat he would put all his weight on the front of his feet his heels of his feet never touching the ground leaning slightly forward. When he gets ready to attack, his body sways back and forth, his hands at his side as well almost in a dance like motion the Zanpakuto going from his left side around his back to his front in his face while in his hand. This motion would cause only one of his feet to be on the ground at a time, this style of fighting makes use of acrobatic skill as well as many different sword and hand to hand fighting styles, mixing them all together. This making him a unique and formidable foe.
Zanpakuto
General
Name:Kaiju Rotasu
Spirit Description:
Spirits Personalty: Kaiju is a wild spirit, for her actions and thoughts reflect that of a beast. Always feeling the need to hunt, the need to survive, the need to fight. Basically primitive instincts, but though the twisted nature of her wielders souls. She feed's on pain and misery of others soul, the more pain she inflicts the more sadistic she gets. Lei and Kaiju have a strange relationship, for Kaiju love to inflict mental pain on Lei telling him he is worthless and that he will never amount to anything. What is strange bout Kaiju is that she doesn't do this to hurt him but because she love's him and not knowing any other way to show her affection. Lei secretly knows this, but doesn't say anything to stop it only simply smiling and proving her wrong at each turn.
Sealed:The sealed version of this does not look like a normal katana, his soul reflecting on his blade even in it’s sealed state the blade being straight and jagged with a serrated edge as if it has fangs. This katana was unique for it was double edged, the back of the blade being sharp as well, the edge being that of a normal katana. The guard of the blade actually appears to be four clawed fingers stretching a few inches out toward the blade. The grip being a rounded black metal, the appearance of the blade coming out to look slightly saw like in a way.
Shikai
Activation Phrase:Terrify Kaiju Rotasu
Appearance:His Zanpakuto takes on the appearance of a battle ax, two rods would make up the handle going down and twisting together right before reaching the blades, one blade would be serrated like his katana this being the bigger blade while the other would be the normal sharp edge. Black metal wire would wrap together half way down the handle making it easier to hold on too. The handle’s total length being 7 feet giving the ax reach, due to the way Zanpakuto the weight of this weapon is no more heavy than it was in its sealed form the ax even though the head being bigger is still balanced. (weapon the spirit of the Zanpakuto is holding is the basic appearance of this weapon but tweaked to my liking in the description)
Abilities:\\If he cuts an enemy in shikai the serrated side of the blade would cause chronic pain in which the nerve fibers themselves have become damaged or dysfunctional. As a result, the fibers send incorrect signals that are perceived as pain(Neuropathic pain). The blade heals any tissue injured but the pain staying, you might feel the effect of the blade as either pins and needles, a burning sensation or an electrical shock. The effect can be multiplied with each strike but only if the strike is in the same general area, same goes for any area he cut’s the pain can be multiplied, but only if the strike is in a general area of the pervious cut. The general area’s of the body are as follow’s: Left arm, right arm, torso, head, left leg, right leg. If there is more than one cut in that area the pain will increase for that area, making it hard for a enemy do task. (5% Reshi use per strike)
The sharp smooth edge of the battleaxe, practically cut’s a person’s soul he can cause pain to a Zanpakuto after enough strikes able to revert them to there sealed form, with each strike of this blade it causes it opponents reshi strength to diminish. The amounts of strikes vary on the amount of strength of a person and there Zanpakuto, making it harder to cause pain to defensive Zanpakuto’ compared to offensive, and kido based one’s usually take the least amount of strikes. On a shinigami it causes there reshi attack and defense power to be gradually weakened after a varied number of strikes.(5% Reshi use per strike)
Kutsuu Rotasu( lotus of pain ): Concentrating his reshi when he cuts his enemy, the wound caused by that cut will than slowly continue to rip further into the flesh, while the wound itself will heal. So as the wound travels deeper through the flesh, and starts to heal, it will cause the person total agony, but it can't kill them. If he was to cut a enemy say on the on the chest or stomach leaving a scratch, the scratch would than borrow deep in his body causing internal pain. Making it seem as if someone is poking around in his insides, even though he couldn’t die from this the pain would be immense. (Reshi 10% per strike, 5% per post the effect is in play)
The only way his Shiki can kill is he beheads his enemy slice cleanly and quickly though the neck, this becomes easy after the enemy is incapacitated due to the pain.
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Shinigami Techniques
Binding Kido( Bakudo ):
[22]Inemuri ("forced slumber"): A spell that forces someone to fall asleep. Hardly used on the enemy mostly used on himself to combat his insomnia. If used on himself or used successfully on someone at his level of ability 4-6seat, two post are skipped. If used on someone third seat to vice captain chances of success are slim and if successful one post is skipped. On those underneath 6 seat chances of success are high and if successful 4 post are skipped. Only able to use this twice during a thread, and once in battle this technique can be countered with Reverse Demon kido, also a teammate or anyone is able to wake you if your struck violently or appropriate release kido is used. The downfall of using this on a opponent is that when they wake there Reiatsu (spiritual pressure) is Increased. Also due to the unfairness of this if used in battle, I had made sure that only one strike and no fatal strikes could be made, a person must touch there enemy with there hand for the effect to work. Also most likely he will never use this in a offensive manner mainly used in defense purpose’s as well as power boosting. The downfall being that he can be severally injured, or trapped mostly a group technique.
(not sure...how i would use this in battle if ever did it's mainly for reference but would like tip's on how ..i could make it work although would be used mainly on my char)
Additional
Other Characters:none
Roleplay Sample:
“I tried so hard to stop him from going. I just couldn’t let him do it I jumped in front of the car as it came speeding towards me just then a wind blew me aside knocking me to my feet. When I awoke I saw nothing but… ” lowering her head in a deep sigh, she slowly highlighted all the text on her desktop and sat staring at her screen for about twenty minutes before pressing delete. Getting up from her desk feeling disappointed in herself again, she wraps herself in her robe and starts toward her bedroom. Passing by the kids hall she slows then backs up a step to properly look down the dark hall. Leaning in just past the hall door she inhaled a strange out of place smell.
“smoke?” she said to herself reaching for the light switch. No matter how fast she flickered the switch the lights wouldn’t come on. Turning to see if her computer was still on she was shocked to see it was day. She wasn’t even in her hometown anymore but at a beach. Not just any beach but THE Beach the one everyone deems perfect. It was dusk and the sun seemed to compliment the blue water making it shimmer fragments of light thru the windows. The smell of smoke was gone and a rush of sea salt filled the air. The feeling of warm comforting love consumed her, inviting her, as she carefully stepped down into the powder like sand that now filled her living room. Slowly making her way to front door her eyes never left the window in fear it would all disappear. Breathing heavily she approaches the door, suddenly a strong sense of fear overcame her and she backed away from the door. With every step she took back the light in the room began to fade.
“NO NO …please… DON’T GO I‘m sorry!” crying and shouting as she fell to the floor. As soon as she felt her knees hit the cold floor a man comes running from down the hall and falls to the floor embracing her.
“Eve… My God! what are you doing up this late?” he grabs hold of eve and gently starts rubbing her back. He picks Eve up off the floor and carries her to the bedroom. As soon as she falls asleep he heads toward the living room. He walks down the hall rubbing his eyes from being awoken so early. A light catches his eye and he sees the computer on. Reading what Eve wrote gave him chills down his spine. Just as he shuts down the computer he hears the sound of a door unlocking. He takes a quick look around his house and heads to the front door. He looks down at the lock and to his surprise the door had been unlocked. After locking the door he quickly picks his feet up as if suddenly stepping on something hot. “What the hell…?” he looks down to see his feet covered in sand then turns quickly in a fright to see Eve standing in the hall.
“I’m not Crazy Sam.” Eve turns and goes back to bed. Sam looks back down at his feet and feels nothing but the bare floor under his feet.
(From a book I'm starting to write)
