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a character in “Tundra || Remaster”, originally authored by Scra, as played by RolePlayGateway




❝Pain makes people change... Pain makes us...Made me... Stronger. Because in the end... I realized... No one... Will come... to save me.❞

∞ Full name ∞
Ira has erased all existence of his birth name, and has no plan of revealing it, since he is the only person who knows. To make up for his lost name Ira gave him the name Hiashi, which translates into 'spreading fire'.

∞ Nickname ∞
Centipede; Hiashi has come to be called this do to the large marking on his back that seems to grow longer every year.

∞ Ethnicity ∞
Ira told Hiashi that he was found in the streets of New Tokyo, therefore he must likely is from there.

∞ Age ∞
Hiashi's medical records have shown he is the estimated age of 23.

∞ Gender ∞

∞ Sexuality ∞
Asexual | Pansexual

∞ Role ∞

∞ Ability ∞
Biological Manipulation; Hiashi can control life on a cellular level, including genetic alterations, physical distortion, and/or augmentations of biological functions. He can cause cells to augment to induce advanced or declined biological healing, induce diseases like cancer, induce appearance alteration, manipulate pheromones, and even increase physiological maturity.

∞ Face Claim ∞
Ken Kaneki | Tokyo Ghoul

*∞ Height & Weight ∞
Due to the extreme torment he withstood as a child and so on, he is 5'10 feet tall, but only weighs around 127.6lbs.

∞ Hair color ∞
Hiashi use to possess beautiful jet black hair reminding many of the night sky, but as a result to the invasive torture he had to go through, Hiashi now has pure white hair.

∞ Eye color ∞
Whenever Hiashi is in his 'tranquil' state both of his eyes are a bright hazel color. When using his abilities the pupil of his left eye begins to grow red, and the rest of his eye becomes pitch black.

∞ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ∞
Besides multiple other gruesome scars Hiashi possess, the most frequently reopened is the scar from where his "tails" appear, whenever he uses his abilities. Due to the fact he heals them so many times, since he has to close the wound whenever he retracts his tails, a soft layer of pink skin has formed over the scar, contrasting with his usual pale skin. Right above this unusual scarring his Hiashi's mark, it is in the form of a large centipede, more specifically a Chinese red-headed centipede. It starts above the patch of skin and coils upwards to the middle of his shoulder-blades.

∞ Physical Description ∞
Hiashi is a young man who stands to be five feet and ten inches. He's quite lean, being skinny, having no fat, but a bit of muscle. Most of the time, he looks tired, black bags underneath his eyes, a sleepy aura about him, etc. He seems to wear most of his clothes black, and would rather his arms be covered by sleeves of some sort. His nails, both hands and feet, are black, due to the large amount of physical torment, heavy mental stress, anxiety and continuous regeneration over the years. Along with his hair that had eventually faded from black to a ghostly white color, and while his eyes are hazel colored, his left eye will turn red, blackness surrounding it, when he uses his ability. Even though he is young, Hiashi is told, and often hears, how dangerous and broken he looks, which is true. The many years of torture has not been kind to Hiashi and have altered not only is appearance but expressions. This leaves him with a ghost-like impression to most people.

∞ Habits/Quirks ∞
✦ Smoking; Hiashi has a terrible habit of smoking. He picked it up from a young age, do to a ton of stress. It has gotten so bad he smokes about a box a day.
✦ Growling; When angered or annoyed Hiashi lets out a low growl, which reminds others of a wild animal.
✦ Headaches/Migraines; Hiashi is prone to massive Headaches, and constant Migraines since he was little. He hasn't figured out the reason for them, but Ira has given Hiashi pills to take whenever either surfaces, and orders Hiashi to never let one pass.

∞ Likes ∞
β™₯ His Powers; Though he hates being a Light bearer, Hiashi can't deny the fact that his powers bring him a sort of comfort.
β™₯ Food; Hiashi can't live without food. He can eat ten times his own weight and still never be full. His favorite foods are meat and apples.
β™₯ Strong Opponents; Hiashi can't help but feel something stir inside him whenever he is faced with someone as strong as him. He becomes uncontrollably happy and can't contain his desire to attack.

∞ Dislikes ∞
βœ– Weak Opponents; Hiashi dislikes people who are weak, even those who try their hardest. He doesn't know why, but he gets this unnerving feeling inside of him, and he can't help but secretly wish to rip them to shreds.
βœ– Ira; You actually thought Hiashi liked Ira? Well, he kinda does in a step-father, having no one but him, sort of way. But something inside of Hiashi won't allow him to fully trust the man.
βœ– His Pills/Check-ups; Unlike the other experiments, Ira makes it so that Hiashi gets private check-ups, and everyday he must take a pill which was created in the lab to subdue his Headaches.

∞ Talents ∞
βœ” Melee Combatant;
βœ” Keen Intellect;
βœ” Beast-like Enhancements;

∞ Fears ∞
✘ His Lost Memories;
✘ Ira {To Some Degree};
✘ The Dark;

∞ Flaws ∞
✘ Heavy Smoker; Hiashi has a bad habit of smoking.
✘ Lazy; Hiashi is someone who won't do something just because it is too far.
✘Blunt; Hiashi is blunt to a fault, and will always tell you how it is.

∞ Secrets ∞
βŒ› At times Hiashi can't help but wonder what if he allowed the headaches to pass...what would happen?

∞ Weapon ∞
Hiashi's weapon are four tentacle-like blades that emerge from his lower back around the waist. These sharp tentacles are actual hardened cells that have been altered by Hiashi's abilities. They excel in sheer brute strength and are generally used to overwhelm opponents. They are very light like feathers, and are able to carry up to hundred times more than Hiashi's body weight. However, they aren't indestructible and if wounded in the right place, can cause serious damage.

∞ Personality ∞
It's not surprise if you were to see Hiashi staring out the window, or just simply staring at nothing at all. Hiashi is socially withdrawn, seemingly emotionless, and rarely interacts with anyone, except for a select few, to whom he initially displays acknowledgment but with whom he has a generally distant relationship. Hiashi is expressionless but at the same he is able to imitate various reactions and emotions making others question rather it is that he is unable to express emotion, or that he just doesn't have any.

Hiashi is not as smart as some, but he enjoys thinking and gaining more knowledge through any way possible, mostly books, which is exactly why he's often seen reading an old book, or anything that has words on it, basically. If he's reading, it's best not to disturb him. Though it isn’t like he will talk to you anyway.

Hiashi avoids crowded habitats, generally feeling there is no need for social interactions, not like he gets out much. Passive and calm, he harbors a seemingly apathetic attitude towards everything. Though due to his verbal silence, he does pay close attention to others. Surprisingly, he is very wise, accordingly, being unbelievably good at reading others and seems to be able to easily find a solution for a problem if he gives it a thought.

There is at times one moment when Hiashi will show true emotion. And it is during combat. He becomes greatly excited by battles and favors going up against strong opponents. During these times, he can become very aggressive. Regardless of the number of opponents or if the situation seems dire, Hiashi is absolutely fearless and constantly grins and laughs as the fight goes on.

Due to the constant drug intake Hiashi is slowly losing his mind, and giving into insanity. He can feel it crawling up his spine, wrapping it's arms around his body and whispering words in his ears that no one else can hear. It makes him think thoughts that are violent, horrifying, and disgusting, especially whenever he is fighting. It is during these moments that Hiashi is fully capable of committing truly abhorrent and inhumane actions without feeling any shred of remorse or hesitation.

∞ Romantic Interest ∞
None, Hiashi doesn't posses the emotion called Love.

∞ History ∞
As many can assume, Hiashi wasn't always....a monster, but a smiling child. Still, only so much sanity could be kept after experiencing the hell he went through.

Hiashi had a past. It was at a young age that Hiashi and his little sister discovered they were the first two Light Bearers. His parents began to worry for him once they saw the mark on his back, it was a small centipede that grew longer with age. They sent him and his sister to get it checked out, hoping to find some answers. But what happened was that the two children were taken away to a research facility. There they underwent severe experiments painful enough to cause a grown man to lose his sanity. They masked their actions as, "For the good of Commonwealth" or "To Help You". But Hiashi was strong, he could handle the pain. But what they did after all this is what caused Hiashi to go past his breaking point. They took her away. They took his sister away, the only thing that connected him to reality.

Once separated from his sister, Hiashi was taken to a special area for testing. There they truly pushed the boy past his limits. Instead of using his powers on others, they used him. Because of his unique cells and special powers of Biological Manipulation they would often cut the boy open. Selecting areas of his body to take blood and bone samples. Using his insides they created multiple drugs, and reused them on Hiashi. Each drug they created had a different affect on him, non where better than the other. Due to the experiments and drug use Hiashi's hair had turned pure white and nails had been painted black.

It wasn't until the day Hiashi's memories were going to be taken that he truly changed. It was during the finalization of Hiashi's testing that Ira commanded for his memories to be erased. The process required Hiashi to take a small drug, but once Hiashi found out he went crazy. Though he would love to forget about the torment he went through, he didn't want to forget about his sister. But Hiashi was weak and easily subdued, forced to swallow the drugs, Hiashi's whole body felt like it was being torn apart. Losing his grip of reality Hiashi passed out. Upon awaking Hiashi had no memories, no emotions, he had truly become empty. Ira had finally broken the boy.

So begins...

Hiashi's Story

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As you sleep peacefully, I watch over you from the outside I’ll be the cocoon that protects you from all the world’s emotions.

The snow drifted gently from the sky, the frigid temperatures reaching a record breaking low as the gray clouds lazily drifted through the ashen air. Everything about this day had a dreary tone to it, as though the atmosphere was suffocating from the powdery flakes and was attempting to squeeze out a final, dying breath. New Tokyo had not seen many colors since Ira took office, the greenery that used to adorn the land had whittled away to yellows and browns, eventually being overtaken by grays and blacks. The harsh, yellow, artificial lights coming from the neat row of dark houses glowed with a ferocity of lion, cutting through shadows and casting themselves over the blankets of snow. Fake wreathes and colorful lights adorned living units as the holiday season began, attempting to uplift the devastating atmosphere with little success.

Standing among these decorations, under a lamppost that was lit far too early in the day was Yui. It was her first time outside and she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. She nervously ran her fingers over the spot where an ID chip had been embedded under her flesh. It was a fake, just so she could get in and out of places without raising suspicion but still the thought of having something so foreign inside of her was a bit daunting. The cold bit into her skin and she shivered, attempting to huddle further into the thick coat she was wearing. Yui was always cold because she was underweight, but this was not the type of chill she was used to. It was much worse and as she tread across the sidewalk that was thick with salt, her boots crunched with every step.

Yui had gotten about ten steps away when the front door to the house opened and someone came running out. "Where are you going?" They called after her, grabbing Yui and attempting to drag her back inside. "I wanted to see it," Yui replied quickly, resisting with every ounce of strength in her little body. "What are you talking about? You aren't supposed to leave the house." Yui had planted herself stubbornly on the sidewalk and the woman who had come to retrieve her sighed. "I wanted to see the world you're all working so hard to save." The woman's expression softened and she shook her head, taking Yui's hand gently and leading her back towards the gray building that looked just like all the others on the block. The only individuality were the type of decorations they put up and the FF's were minimal, only enough to not raise suspicion.

"Maybe if you ask Mitsuko-san she'll let you go shopping with Chi-kun." Yui nodded her head as the door closed, the lock automatically clicking shut behind them. She kicked off her shoes and winced as her skin began to crackle. The woman noticed the cracks forming on the surface of Yui's epidermis and ran to run the bath. Slowly Yui followed her up and when she was inside the bathroom pulled off her clothes and slipped into the porcelain tub, relief running through her body as Yui's body rehydrated. The girl closed her eyes and went under the water, her mind fluttering between thoughts. There wasn't much to think about, she had only been awake for a week and so her memory only went that far. Yui had no idea where she came from, how old she was, or what her real name was. She knew they had found a file when they rescued her, but it was only the types of drugs they had injected into her and a cryptic list of scribbled out names.

A few minutes later Yui emerged from the bathroom, she looked up at the black clock ticking away on the wall; her blue eyes widening in alarm; she was going to be late for the meeting! Quickly Yui rushed down the hall, sliding across the wooden floors on her socked feet, and slamming into the door. She bit back a cry and opened it up, glad to see that only Mitsuko was there so far. "Hi," Yui said quickly and took a seat at the table.



Some days Yato wondered when he would see the sun. Assignments were normally coming day in, day out, but lately they had trickled to a stop and he was trapped in the sub levels of the research building; resigned to wondering if he had done something wrong. Yato had been playing all of his cards right, he came when called and barked when they wanted; playing the faithful dog they were training him to be. It was awful really and Yato could hardly sleep without seeing the faces of those he was forced to kill.

The door to his room opened with a hiss! Footsteps echoed on the tiled floor, the sound of a cart being wheeled in followed. Yato stiffened, knowing all too well what time it was. "Get up," a gruff voice invaded his ears, tearing through his head and Yato obeyed, the thin blanket he had wrapped himself in falling from his body and revealing his light bearing mark. A Chinese dragon that was a brilliant white against Yato's oddly tan skin. Lately they had been trying everything they could to turn it black, to change Yato into a being of darkness, but the mark always reverted back to its original color.

He was pulled from the bed and dragged over to a chair by the wall, his wrists and ankles restrained with metal cuffs. Yato didn't bother to resist as he knew it was futile and if he tried he would be punished. They at least had the sense to wipe the injection site down with sanitizer before plunging needle after needle into his skin. Yato grit his teeth as the murky contents were emptied into his body and he instantly began to feel the affects. His chest tightened, blood trickled between Yato's lips and his body began to feel hot. His head swam and he wondered what they could possibly be injecting into him.

Just when Yato couldn't take it anymore another stabbing pain entered his arm and it began to clear. Once again Yato could breathe normally and think straight. "Get dressed, you're expected in Ira's office in twenty minutes." The cuffs were undone and Yato stood, going over to the drawers in the wall and pulling out a shirt and change of pants. Ten minutes later he was at the elevators, ascending to the place where his worst enemy stood waiting for him. The doors opened, revealing a large office, Hiashi from the sub levels, and Ira Shoku.

"Thank you for joining us Yato, take a seat." Yato did as told and sat down in the chair next to Hiashi. "It has come to my attention that these Freedom Fighters are a much bigger threat then my advisers originally thought." He cleared his throat and turned to look out the window in a dramatic manner. "From today onward, your job will be to hunt down and annihilate them." Yato remembered the raid the Freedom Fighters had pulled off last week. He had been out on a job but when he came back they were in full alert mode. "You begin tonight, both of you are dismissed."

"Yes sir," Yato stood and went back towards the elevators, excited for the hunt.

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Yato would not see the sun today after all as it had already set, trickles of color filtering to the blackness he was so used to. Yato touched the spot on his wrist where the ID chip had been reset to provide anything he needed for this mission. Hiashi was supposed to accompany him, but the two had agreed that it was better to do things on their own after leaving the gates of the research facility. Or at least Yato had said he was going one way and he hadn't checked to see if Hiashi followed. "Take down the Freedom Fighters? How the hell are we supposed to do that?" Granted Yato's ability could be dangerous, but they were also Light Bearers and however many against just him was going to be hard. He wouldn't fail though, not with Ira watching his every move.

Yato huddled further into his jacket to escape the chill that was creeping up his spine. His boots crunched on salt covered concrete and the medical research building grew further away. He was supposed to take the subway into the city in order to remain as inconspicuous as possible but Yato realized he had no idea where the subway was or which train to take. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket with typed up instructions and scanned the list. Yato felt like a child walking around in a world for grownups, a pawn in a game of never ending chess that could be disposed of easily to protect the queen should a knight or rook come along.

"Excuse me, how do I get to Fourth Street?" Yato asked a man who was passing by with his dog. The man looked Yato up and down and shrugged, pointing north and continuing on his way. "Ah, thank you very much!" Yato called and began to jog in that direction, hoping that the train hadn't left yet. He managed to purchase a ticket and jump onto the giant transport just before the doors closed. The metal beast began lumbering through the underground tunnels, slowly at first, then picking up speed until they were shooting through the giant maze towards New Tokyo.

Butterflies fluttered in Yato's stomach as he took a seat in the empty car close to the exit. Would they still be there? Residing in their two floored living unit close to the lake and the skybridge that took you from the suburbs to the towering skyscrapers in the main part of the city? Would he still be waiting for Yato to return from the hospital? Would he even remember his older brother that had left oh so long ago to be "treated" for an incurable illness? Yato bit down hard on his lip. He had not thought about his family in a long time. He would be so close to their home and yet was not allowed to visit them. Occasionally Yato was allowed to send them a letter on his progress but it was filled with lies. His parents had no idea he was a light bearer, they believed he was a sickly kid stricken with a rare form of cancer and was living in the research hospital for treatment. That day on the basketball court in school where all of those people had seen him use his ability; well his parents had not been among them. Only his little brother had seen it and he was not given an explanation for the flashing lights and sudden power outage.

If they knew the truth would they even want him to return home? Light bearers were seen as dangerous, they were painted as outcasts that should not belong in society with normal humans. Yato's eyelids began to drift shut, tonight he would check into one of those cube hotels where you could get a room for five hundred yen; maybe he would even purchase a bowl of ramen or two from one of those street vendors that pushed their soup carts around, calling out in nearly every language imaginable to try and appeal to those who were bustling around to finish their holiday shopping before curfew. The train came to an abrupt stop, the loud speaker announcing their arrival in New Tokyo. Yato opened his eyes, the car had a sprinkling of business men and one woman totting a child on her hip. They all stood as the doors opened and slowly, one by one, exited the car and onto the concrete pavement of the underground tunnels. Yato took his time going up the staircase, preparing himself to see the city that was no longer his; the home he had been forced to abandon.

His breath caught in his throat; it was just as he remembered. Slowly Yato turned in a circle, taking in the Christmas decorations that adorned buildings which effortlessly scraped the sky. His head began to spin and he stopped, jumping onto the sidewalk to avoid getting hit by a car. Snow began to fall from the dusk, dusting everything in a thin layer of white. Yato's breath caught in his throat; how he had missed New Tokyo and its layered beauty.

"Hiiro?" Yato stopped in his tracks, that voice, that name. He turned, hoping to God that he was wrong, that it was another Hiiro that was being called out to. But no, there stood his mother, her face stricken with surprise. She dropped her shopping bags and purse, grabbing her son before he could move.



"No!" Yato pushed her away. If they knew he had encountered his mother they would hurt her. They would punish his family for his mistakes. "I'm sorry, I can't explain anything, but you can't tell anyone I was here." His mother looked hurt, but she nodded in understanding. "I don't know what's going on but Hiiro... Come home." Tears pricked her eyes and she reached out to touch his cheek. He caught her hand and pulled her into a quick hug. "I love you." He sighed, breathing in her scent, trying to memorize the cotton candy scented perfume she always wore for good luck. "But I can't." He pulled away and began walking, wiping away the frozen tears that were biting his eyes and stinging his cheeks before she could see them.