*Name: Hitosurgi Inaru
*Gender: Male
Age: 19
Position: Reikon Leader.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 167
Soul Object: Fumetsu: The Knitting Needles.
Appearance: Hitosurgi stands at a fair 6 feet 3 inches. Medium length deep red hair frames his face. Fierce Azul eyes are kept in a soul searching gaze. He constantly wears an impalpable smirk on his face. He has a total of 7 ear piercings. Two gold ones on his lobes, and three silver on the higher part of his ear on each ear. You can catch him wearing a black long sleeved sweater over an unkempt white button up. He usually dons some sort of a dark wash khaki worn loosely around his waist. His favorite pair of red and white converse shoes are always on his feet. Sometime he switches them with his blue pair with white laces. Under his eyes he has red markings. It almost looks like some sort of dark red eye shadow, but it's printed in his skin. He was born with it and never knew exactly why he had it. It's the closest thing he has to his mother, who also had these strange markings.
Likes: Cheesecake, Kittens, Furry cute things, Dancing to slutty music, Music in general, Sword Play, Manipulating people, studying peoples emotions, his team, Waffles! Fucking waffles! With syrup. TONS and TONS of syrup. Singing. Video games, drawing, writing and sex. Cute Guys, Cute Girls, Flirting and just generally being awesome.
Dislikes: Killjoys, Any kind of vegetable, Pistols, People who see through his cons, not having a place to sleep, Being alone, people who turn off his music, being forced to listen to things he doesn't want to listen to, getting rejected, historic research books, elephants, drugs of any kind.
Fears: Pistols, Snakes, Fish with REALLY STRANGE EYES, Being Forever Alone, Having no cheesecake, Horrible trips down memory lane, drowning.
History and RP Sample: Hitosurgi was born into a loving well to do family. He got everything and anything he ever wanted at a snap of his fingers. Sure, he was a bit spoiled, but it didn't matter because his mother loved him as much as she possibility could. His father was always working for some gigantic company that he ran. Hitosurgi never really knew what he did. He had the closest relationship with his mother, and since he was the only child in a massive house full of servants, his mother always had plenty of time for him.
When Hitosurgi turned 15 he started being trained to run his fathers company for he was the only air. Of course he would work for the company first, until his father would die and then he would take control of it. Honestly he could of cared less about the company, other than dealing with a handle full of shady people, he still didn't know what the company was about. They were always so damn secretive about everything. Hitosurgi would rather be the front-man of his own rock band. His passion was and always would be music. That, and studying people and understanding what runs their emotions and what makes them do what they do. He was very intrigued in learning to pry into the works of human emotions and finding ways to manipulate them the way he wanted to get what he needed from them. He would get in serious trouble at his privet school, always manipulating the children to do things they normally wouldn't do, like selling their lunch to him for 50 cents or getting his mack on with all the cute guys and girls at the back of the school.
Constantly he would land in the principle office and every time he could slyly wiggle his way out of any trouble he probably would of gotten into. One day when Hitosurgi was 15 he was having a usual training session with one of his fathers executives when, out of boredom, he decided to go adventuring around the building to places he had never been. Of course he had to open the big red door that said "Authorized Entrance only. Security: RED" What he found was horrifying beyond belief. He watched through the top window of a door where inside the next room, a strange operation was going on. He peered through and saw all these strange looking tubes connected to the person in the chair. If he pressed his ear close enough to the door, he could hear them screaming in searing pain. Hitosurgi had the strongest inclination to help, but he didn't know what he could do. Plus he wanted to find out more about what they could be doing to this poor young man. He had to be only 3 years older than Hito. He heard a conversation between the operators. "Soul Extraction process starting in 3, 2, 1."
"Initiating extraction process." Suddenly all these abnormal beeps could be heard and the mans screaming began to rise, soon evolving into an almost desperate cry. "50%, 70%, 90%" They were sucking the souls out of this living being! Right here, Hitosurgi was witnessing a kind of murder he could only read in science fiction magazines" "91% Complete." That was it. Hitosurgi had to do something. He didn't know what, but if he didn't act soon, this human man would have the life sucked out of him. Hitosurgi didn't know how or why they were doing this, but he knew that had to be stopped. Hito thought as quickly as he could and finally his eyes came upon a coat rack. That would have to do. Hito grabbed the middle of the hard wooden coat rack and with all the gumption he could muster, blasted through the door.
In a quick flash of action, Hitosurgi ran at the operators and swung at their heads with all the might he possibility could manage. The surprise got them and they went down in several plops. Hitosurgi's blood was racing through his body, adrenalin being his only source of being. "Blarm, blarm, blarm, blarm. Intruder in section 55P, calling all security. Calling all security. This is a code red breech" Damn it! Hito had to act quick or he would probably end up behind bars for what he did. Swiftly thinking, he helped the man off his feet and ushered him out the building. They did their best to avoid all personnel, and amazingly escaped without a scratch. The man thanked Hito as much as possible, and ran for his life. Hito would feel good about himself for saving a human life, but he didn't have time for that. He had to get back home to alert his mother of the horrid things that he saw within that building. Hito quickly learned how to drive by hijacking the limo he was brought in and zoomed home.
When he arrived, his mother was sitting quietly by herself, knitting some sort of hat. "Oh! Hito, you're back early. How was your training session?" She asked. She was so beautiful, basking in the sunlight through the giant window. "We don't have time for that Mom. You have to get out of here right now." She was generally confused. "What? What do you mean Hito? Why do I need to leave?" "Mom, the-the-the the building that father owns, I saw them mom! I saw them." "Saw what honey?" She asked honestly concerned. "The people in there. They were doing some sort of strange experiment that was like, sucking the life out of this guy. He was only around 17 or something and they were killing him mom! KILLING HIM! He was screaming and I-couldn't I didn't know what to do. I saved him mom I did!"
"Oh my god. Are you serious Hito? You're not playing on of your acting games are you?" Hito just shook his head, to tense to speak. "I knew Hondunta was up to some shady business in his company but I never knew it would be this horrible. Quick Hito get your coat, we have to leave this house befo-" She couldn't finish her sentence before she was interrupted by the click of a pistol. "Leave? Honey, the party is just starting." The deep, menacing voice came from his father standing at the entrance of the door, with a gun pointed toward Hito's mother. "What are you doing Hondunta?! Are you crazy?! You're hurting people." Hito's mother scolded. "Shup up, honey. It's simple. My company gives us everything we need. My company gave us all this." He gestured his hands around the room. "Now, little mischief maker over there is going screw my company up and take everything away from us if he doesn't shut his mouth. Knowing the brat, it's not humanly possible for him to not talk about something, so I'm going to have to do the only thing I can to keep, all this, with us." "YOU'RE CRAZY DAD! I-I you're not going to get away with this!" Hito screamed. Hondunta moved the gun's aim towards Hito. "Oh really? How about you ask that again. Who is holding the gun? Hmm?" His smile turned into a horrid twisted smirk.
"I won't let you do this Hondunta! Put that gun away right now! You will not aim that at my child! Do you hear me- I will not stand for this-" Her speech was interrupted by a loud, ear piercing gunshot. "Quiet bitch!" Right there. Right at that moment, Hito watched as his mother feel dead to the floor, blood decorating the carpet around his feet. "I never could get her to shut up." Hondunta quipped. Hito could feel tears coming from his eyes, but he felt nothing but pure, unadulterated rage vibrating though his body. This man took away everything that was important in his life, like it was nothing. He had to do it. He wished he could. He would of liked nothing more than grabbing that gun and giving him the same fate he gave his mother. That was impossible though. "Come on. Hito. It will be fun. You can join your mother. Maybe even have some sort of afterworld knitting party or whatever gay stuff you two did." He mocked Hito. Hito searched the room for anything he could use to protect himself. He saw the pocket knife lying on his desk on the other side of the room. He would have exactly 3 seconds to grab it and another 5 seconds to execute some sort of course of action.
"What? Do you actually think you will leave this room alive? Haha. That's laughable. Need I remind you again who has the gun. It's so hilarious how you think you can-" Hito bolted to the other end of the room as fast as he possibly could. Three shots were fired behind him, probably nicking him in the foot or leg. He grabbed the knife, flipped it open and flung it at Hondunta in a swift 3 seconds. The knife zoomed through the air and landed right in his fathers thigh. He screamed in agony and fired two shots into the ceiling. This gave Hito enough time to do what he had to do. Escape. The only way he knew was to jump through the massive window he was close to, and that's exactly what he did. Billions of shards of broken glass flew through the air as Hito fell 1 floor onto the yard outside. He didn't have time to worry about how bad that landing hurt, he just hit the ground and ran as fast as he possibly could make himself go. He could hear three more gunshots but that didn't matter, what mattered was that he was free, and he would never go back to that horrid place again. When Hito reached some sort of safety, he felt his body going limp, his heart beat started slowing down considerably and in a matter of moment he fell to the ground, his pulse nonexistent.
Incredibly, he woke up. What an incredible and indescribable feeling it was to literately face and accept death and then come back from it alive, and stronger than ever. He wasn't kidding. Ever since he awoke, he constantly felt this strange pulsating energy running through his every vein. Like he was a super self efficient generator or something. What was even stranger, was that right there in his pockets, sticking out, were his mothers knitting needles. What on earth were they doing in his pockets? He was absolutely certain he did not grab them before he left, for he didn't even have time to grab his coat. Though there they were, sticking out of his pockets. Hito did a strenuous amount of research (Ugh. He had to look through historic research books. Bleeegh) and came to find that the bullet his father shot him with was laced with a chemical called PHANTEM D-15, a drug that simulates your death for 30 minutes. He realized that his father wasn't going to simply kill him, he was trying to knock him out so that he could extract his soul. He was going to sell the soul of his son? His very own flesh and blood? That was it. He was no longer Hito's father any longer, he was a power thirsty monster, consuming everything in his tracks. Another extremely strange thing Hito found out was that those Knitting Needles were not just any regular objects. They were soul objects, and apparently after he was shot by that drug laced bullet, after he woke up he had the ability to insert part of his soul into an object. These were the objects his subconscious choose. It made sense, that was the only thing he had left of his mother, and he knew that she absolutely loved knitting hats and scarfs for him.
Hito now lived in secrecy, constantly training so that he would be ready if any of his fathers goons did find him. He conned enough people a day to make some sort of living, but most of the time he would sleep in forests or parks. It was an extremely different experience than he was used to, but those memories had a bitter taste in his mind now. He never would look back to those days. He gathered enough money to gather others like him to create the organization Reikon. He trained his abilities and sword proficiency daily, making sure he did not waste any valuable time. Except for cheesecake and music. That was allowed. The only good thing he had left was the memory of his mother and the team that he eventually created, which he would cherish for as long as he lived. His goal was to take down his fathers corrupt company and make sure that no one would ever get hurt by him again. He felt a tinge of hope, for finally, with Reikon's help, that didn't seem like such a far away possibility after all.
Hito is currently the leader of Reikon.