Post by Hiruma Masaru on Nov 26, 2011 18:03:43 GMT -5
Hiruma Masaru
Name:[/color] Hiruma isn't a man of nicknames, though he isn't really going to object if someone tags a name onto him. He doesn't take much interest in the origins of his name either, although he knows that 'Masaru' is kanji for 'victory', which is more than enough for him to take pride in. On the other side of the spectrum however, he doesn't really know what 'Hiruma' means, and doesn't really care.
Age:[/color] Seventeen is a fairly suggestible age, which is probably why he ended up in a revolutionary front like the Plague.
Gender:[/color] Male~
Sexuality:[/color] Heterosexual, although relationships aren't really on the forefront on Hirumas mind right now.
Occupation:[/color] He was a student in his second year, but after realising how dull everyday life was compared to the excitement in his new alliance, Hiruma began to ditch completely.
Alliance:[/color] Plague
Group:[/color] Devil Summoner
Weapons:[/color] Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns! While Hiruma loves his new arm-terminal and often ponders about the philosophical meaning behind the connections of human and demon, he is more just a fan of shooting shit to death. And with the constant resources from the Sennou Corporation, Hiruma never finds himself bored. He isn't much of a close combat person, but he is in no way a coward, and will gladly take up a fight if it needs be. On the other hand, he would just as gladly grab a handgun and end it with one swift shot through the brain.
Personality:[/color] Masaru has the poor distinction of being a dedicated guy with twisted morals. He understands that the ideas that come into his head are strange and even sadistic to an extent, but he stands by what he believes in nonetheless. Unfortunately, standing by demented morals is what most people call evil. That doesn't deter him much though; Hiruma stopped caring about other peoples views of him right when he joined up with The Plague. He will aim to accomplish his goals and even exceed them, and takes his position in this congregation quite seriously, and if he is ever given a job he will strive for it to the best of his ability.
Hiruma isn't a robot however; most of what he does he simply does for fun. After all, what's the point in having a good time if you aren't going all out for it? This is his main motivation behind everything he does, and is also the reason why he ends up with depraved outlooks on life. He thinks for himself, puts himself first and everyone else last. Then you must be thinking; why the dedication to his way of living in the Plague? It's strange logic really: He finds his jobs to be fun, when he has fun he wants to do it the best he can, and so he aims to do his jobs the best he can. He doesn't really care much about the other people in his group, although he is fond of conversation.
Which brings us to our last point: Hiruma is a narcissistic smartass. He knows it and he loves it, considering he has always found himself to be special for noticing the change happening around Tokyo, something no one else he knew at the time was capable of. People laughed at him when he tried to point it out, shunned him when he shown proof, and he eventually grown sick of it and left it all behind. This is the source of his complex and his pride, which he feels is reasonably justified. After all, he was right! Everyone else was wrong! And he was out to show them, show them all. After all, if you're going to have fun, you may as well go all out!
Likes:[/color]
- Guns
- Conversation
- Battling
- Interacting with demons
- Being right
Dislikes:[/color]
- Boredom
- The idea of not doing everything with all your effort
- 'Normal' people
- Losing a fight
- Being wrong
History:[/color] Hiruma's life was dull in the plainest sense. He grew up, he went to school, he lived life and as far as he knows nothing incredible happened to him. He was just another guy for the first sixteen years of his life. And then, he woke up one day, and just knew. He felt like he had been enlightened, as if everything made sense. It was a revelation from a higher being, like he had been visited in his dream. He could tell. He could tell that Tokyo was falling apart. He could tell that the world was falling part. He could tell.
At first all he felt was doubt, like the thoughts he had began having were simply delusions. He refused to acknowledge the ideas that were filling his head. But it was too much, he couldn't ignore every little misstep in society and eventually broke down from stress. At this point, he doesn't care if his thoughts are mirages, if his images are fakes or if his morals are twisted, because they are all him. He knew he was right, something was going on, he could see the little hints, the little cracks in the glass ceiling that hid the truth from normal civilisation. They told him he was right, and he believed.
His next feeling was emancipation, a feeling he yearned to give to others he cared for. He ran around excitedly, telling those that he had something amazing to tell them. He was certain that they'd all listen, that they could stand up and maybe even force some change in this crumbling society, no matter how small.
After that? Complete and utter rejection, as well as an uninhibited rage against the community that had shunned him. People saw him as crazy, thought he was talking nonsense, thought he was being stupid, thought he was crazy. He could handle that at first, he figured that he'd eventually find someone who'd join him in this stand, and from there the numbers would rise. But the fact continues to ring through his head to this day: Not one person joined him in his uprising, not even his family. They all said nothing had changed, that everything was alright and that he needed to calm down. They pretended to sound comforting, but Hiruma could hear the malice behind their words, could see that they saw him as just another insanity stricken individual.
After that came depression, as he decided to leave it all. He had screwed up his chance, and couldn't ever return to how it was before. He decided that life was better when he was ignorant, but now he had neither the blindness to turn his eyes away from this countries condition nor allies to aid him in his madness. He had even missed his chance to balance on a fine line between the two choices, as nearly everyone he knew had now heard of his madness. People said they felt sorry for him. 'Felt sorry for him'. Those words made him sick to the bone, what was there to feel sorry for? He was right, he should feel sorry for them.
And finally, he hit paydirt. He had finally grasped onto some positive form of emotion, upon his discovery of the plague. He had become a wanderer for a long time, taking up odd jobs here and there to have enough money for food. He stayed out of sight of people he used to socialise with, and tried to live life as he could, with what he saw as only him knowing the crisis this world is out. Fate finally decided to throw him a bone when he came across a rally. He didn't know what the rally was for, and didn't honestly care that much until he ran into a recruiter for the group. Hiruma finally became curious, and listened to their story, finally receiving the confirmation he had been waiting for since a year ago. He told his own story, with a smile on his face for the first time in what seemed like forever, and ended up joining along with them, deciding he had finally found where he belonged.
It had been a rocky road, one that could have been completely avoided with a little bit of ignorance, something a man like Masaru couldn't afford. And so we fast forward to now, where Hiruma doesn't really feel much at all, although he isn't completely devoid of emotion. He was amazed at the idea of demons when he first heard, and instantly bought it, something that most people wouldn't do in that situation. Maybe he understood how it felt to not be believed, and so became much more suggestible to a little thing called 'trust'. Hiruma has been with the group for two months or so now, and isn't really in any important position, but it's enough for him. After all, he finally gets to take out a years worth of pent-up frustration out from the world that shunned him. Who knew that a handgun could be such a good stress relief?
The Other Side
Cu Chulainn of the Tower Arcana
[/font][/color][/size]Cu Chulainn of the Tower Arcana
[/center]Type: Demon
Skills:
- Torrent Shot
- Zionga
- Matarukukaja
- Survive Dark
- Mind Charge
- Power Charge
- Original skill – Gae Bolg: Pierce attack, one target. Requires charge period but in turn deals major damage. High chance of critical.
Strengths and Weaknesses: Cu Chulainn resists physical attacks and has a chance of reflecting wind, but as well as this he is weak against both ice and dark attacks.
Other info:
"A legendary hero in the Celtic folklore. His name means the 'Hound of Culainn'. There are many tales of his exciting adventures with his spear Gae Blog."
—Compendium Info
Cu Chulainn is a hero from Irish mythology. He is a demigod, the offspring of a mortal woman, Dechtire, and the deity, Lugh. Although born with the name Setanta, he adopted Cu Chulainn after killing the hound of a smith, Culann, and promising to replace the slain guard dog until another arrived. During Cu Chulainn's expedition to the Land of Shadows in Scotland, he trained under a sorceress named Scáthach and acquired his signature weapon, the cursed javelin, Gáe Bolg. He has a reputation for his savagery in battle, although in reality he was a well meaning and courageous man.
Out of character information
[/font][/color][/center]Name: Razma
Contact Information: PMs will suffice
Other Characters: As of yet, no.
Additional Notes: Nothing much to say, just hello and I hope to have a good time here~
[i]Series of Face-claim[/i]: Eyeshield 21 [b]Hiruma Youichi[/b] plays [u]Hiruma Masaru[/u].