Description
The Embodiment of Chaos...Vejishin Setthoshi is the polar opposite of Vegeshin Kanahashi. Rather than wear traditional robed outfits, and such, Vejishin is seen wearing a suit of armor, constantly. Spandex lower layers, with armored shoulder pads, chest plate, and a waist guard. A devilish tail coils around his waist as well.
A crimson colored device lurks over his left eye at all times; seemingly showing him the readings of other beings.
His eyes; what be of them, are a sinister shade of crimson. No iris, or pupil, to be seen, simply a single shade of red permeates them. It appears by them as if he has no soul; or that this soul is tainted.
His outfit is primarily onyx black, and crimson.
His build is exactly as Vegeshin's, same height, weight, and appearance, albeit the difference in clothing.
Personality
Nefarious Persona...
Vejishin lacks any sort of personality; only wishing to kill. He is the embodiment of all evil, so to speak.
His persona can be matched nearly with Kazura's, though it has severe differences. Whereas Kazura seems to have some iota of mannerisms, Vejishin does not. He is not technically a being in himself, simply a carbon copy; stripped of a soul, and of anything giving him a true personality.
Equipment
Penultimate Destruction...
Vejishin carries but a single blade; a carbon copy of Vegeshin's Necrossaiga, dubbed Terrossaiga. It is in all aspects exactly the same, but rather than hold a mystifying violet aura, it ominously displays a tainted hellish crimson aura.
Aside from this blade; Vejishin relies solely upon Vegeshin's Saiyan attributes; utilizing everything Ki based; Strength, Endurance, Speed, and Stamina based as well. Unlike Vegeshin, though; since Vejishin is not truly a being, but a nefarious energy, he has no Ki reserves, and therefor, has no limits to the bounds of his Ki attacks.
As a last resort; Vejishin has his fists and feet, and knee's, and cranium, and anything else he so fits to use at his disposal...
History
Once Upon A Death...
Years ago; Vegeshin had fought for the likes of good; choosing to be a savior unlike his brother Kazura; whom was a destroyer of worlds. A day came when they fought eachother; Vegeshin nearly dying in the process before securing victory. But that battle had left its mark on Vegeshin.
As Vegeshin lay there dying, Kazura struck the final blow. The malice and hatred Vegeshin had for his brother lingered in his very soul, and the day Vegeshin was returned to life, it followed. As time continued on, and the losses continued to grow for Vegeshin, so did the hatred in his soul, and heart. It amassed itself into a split persona of sorts, though not physically, but mentally. As it awoke with Vegeshin, he saw himself differently. His violet had been replaced with crimson, much like his brother. It was Vegeshin, but as he would be had he walked Kazura's path. He was plagued with visions, and dark voices, and struggled to silence them. It took the power of an old friend of his to banish the evil from him. But, even if banished, it was sent to the very place in which it could grow.
In the depths of fire, it brewed, and stirred. The day that Hell was unleashed upon earth gave it its freedom, and upon earth, it had amassed enough energy that it could physically represent itself. Taking on the visage and figure of Vegeshin, it altered and birthed itself anew with pupil-less crimson eyes, thick vermillion hair, and an obsidian and blood attire.
So begins...
Vejishin Setthoshi Conceived of the evils that lay within Vegeshin Kanahashi's soul; Vejishin Setthoshi came unto existence...
...It just so happened, of course, he'd have to arrive within the location of Gambit's bar...
Descending from the heavens, the being lands 'pon ground, foot and knee, whilst a palm connects with the soil; leaving a rather large crater in his wake. Crimson hues cast forth; a device over right optic 'beeping' rather absurdly; delivering him certain 'information'.
Rising to his feet, he ever so slowly strides to the door; bashing it open with a backhanded fist, those permeated crimson eyes taking in everyone...
Vejishin Setthoshi Tch; the place was littered with...fools. In fact, foolery itself seemed to 'consume' him as he studied the beings. The irritating little whelp of a child was the first thing that caught his attention, 'fore she vanished up a set of stairs, out of sight.
"Insufferable little brat..." The being mutters, before taking yet another glance around. His mind screamed for him to demolish the place; of course it being his only motivation, cataclysmic chaos that is...
Midgra sulked outside of the Diner, after the waiter had discovered he had no money to speak of and ejected him. It was a shame really, usually the pinkies would bring him the food before asking for payment, and he would have been long gone by that time. But perhaps the fact he had recently lost his glass eye, or perhaps just the general smells of weeks without grooming gave them the impression that he might be the type to skip out on the bill. His stomach rumbled in protest, but there was nothing that could be done. He lit up temporarily as he saw a couple walking towards the door, and jumped out in front of them to try a sales pitch. He panted happily as he saw he had their attention.
"Mr.! Misses!" He said excitedly. "Do please help a poor guy feed his face?" he said, wringing his paws together in anticipation.
"Ew... I think its trying to talk to us." The female said. The man quickly pushed him aside with his foot as they walked in the restaurant. Midgra fumed, kicking over an ashtray that happened to be outside, sending a metallic clang echoing through the immediate surroundings. He went back to the corner of the door, sitting down on the tome that was his only possession at the time. He impatiently waited for someone to pity him or something worthwhile, or at least interesting to happen as he slowly starved.
