Post by Kikori on Dec 26, 2019 1:37:55 GMT -5
Kikori Suto
Other Names:–
Epithet:–The Mad Butcher, the Bloody God (natives in the backstory)
Height:– 5’10’’
Build:– Lean and made to look muscled
Age:–22
Gender:–Male
Race:–Cyborg (Heavy)
Occupation:–Pirate
Bounty/Rank:– 8,000,000
Total X-Poinz:– 300
Used X-Poinz:–125 (Chainsaw x2 (rank 2, so +125), 125 (Rank 2 Technique), 50 (Rank 1 Technique) = 300
Personality
--Kikori is a tortured soul, corrupted by hatred and bathed in blood. He is violent and savage, yet also compassionate and kind. He will happily help a fallen chick back into its nest, before turning to attack and slaughter the entire group. He delights in the pain he causes as much as he is horrified about the aftermath. The majority of the time Kikori can be found to be quiet, yet kind and nurturing. Yet beneath that, something ugly bubbles and grows. The spectre of what he went through cannot simply be shaken so easily, and eventually Kikori is forced to exorcise it from his body through the only way he knows how. His is a weak soul, and because of that the man is entirely unable to resist his urges by himself, no matter how much he hates it.
Appearance
--The majority of Kikori looks relatively normal, aside from a few... key points. Key points such as the fact that his legs have notably been removed, instead replaced with long, steely digitigrade legs that end in wicked looking, clawed feet. Each leg is made for speed, and each foot has four separate talons, each one large and coming out at a diagonal angle to his leg. Kikori wears a leather jacket that's open to reveal a bare shirt underneath and rolled up to just above his elbows. His head, however, is decidedly not normal. Where a normal face would be, there is instead simply what looks to be a red helmet with speakers where the cheeks would be, and reflective surfaces that resemble eyes. A jagged, zig zagging line runs across the mouth and the cheeks, which then can open up to reveal the decidedly organic maw of Kikori. When in combat, a seal opens up that runs down Kikori's forearms as his hands rotate out and are instead replaced with revving chainsaws that are usually kept within his arms when dormant.
Traits
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Conductive: As a Heavy Cyborg, Kikori is vulnerable to a specialised elemental attack. His particular weakness is electricity and magnetism based attacks, as electricity will overload his body and magnetism will ruin his saws.
Fuel Supply: Kikori's body requires fuel, as a Heavy Cyborg, in order to run and use his chainsaws. His particular fuel is diesel, which he can often be found guzzling.
Inhuman Toughness: Even without factoring in the fact that most of Kikori is artificial, the man can withstand excruciating amounts of pain and damage. Include the fact that his extremities are made of alloys instead of flesh, and you have a nigh unstoppable blender.
Inhuman Swiftness: Kikori is fast, and thanks to his augmented limbs is capable of moving at high speeds. Usually directly towards the enemy.
Fighting Styles
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Name:– Butcher Style
Focus:– Chainsaws, Sweeping Attacks
Class:– E
Description:– Butcher style is all about getting into the middle of the fray and dealing as much damage to as many people as possible. It utilises wide, sweeping strikes of its saws to strike out at others, whilst relying upon the user's innate swiftness and durability to not only keep up with their target but to deal with whatever may come their way.
Equipment:
Chainsaws, Butcher Style, Rank 2:
Kikori has two chainsaws inbuilt into his body, which are shelved in his arms until he has a need for them. They are Automatic, and linked to Kikori's own fuel level.
Techniques:
Name:– Zereissen
Fighting Style:– Butcher Style
Rank:– 1
Description:– Kikori lashes out with his saws towards an enemy, fully intent on cleaving them in two.
Name:– Blutzyklon
Fighting Style:– Butcher style
Rank:– 2
Description:– Kikori launches forward towards his enemy, body spinning at incredible speeds in a circular motion until he becomes a whirring blur of death.
Background
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{Its like 1.3k words}
No one's entirely sure of the origins of the rampant cyborg. He simply one day just... appeared. There are no records of a man or cyborg fitting his description, yet his seeming non existence didn't stop the cyborg from tearing his way through the houses of the rich and influential in one bloody night. In a single night, a large number of the various mansions upon the resort island of Castelle were burning to the ground and the figure was seen by survivors to be walking away, red from head to toe.
From there, reports continued to strike up all over the east blue of a maniac that would attack at the slightest provocation and only left survivors he couldn't catch. The tale of the Mad Butcher spread, eventually coming to coalesce into the form of an 8 Million Beri bounty, dead or alive. Yet still nobody knew where he came from. Or rather, the general public didn't know. Those who did know held another name for the Butcher. Kikori.
Originally the man had been an explorer. Growing up on in Loguetown, Kikori lived a rather average life. He went to school and discovered that while most classes were boring beyond belief, he had a real knack for machinery and the like. Not the only one to notice this, the kid was picked to be part of a course dedicated towards grooming youths to join the World Government in various roles, with his obviously specialising with machines and all things related. Eventually he had to grow up, and post graduation he said goodbye to his family and joined the government properly.
Part of an exploratory fleet, he served on a ship as the shipwright and mechanic of the crew, tasked with maintaining the variety of machines that were used by the explorers. The fleet was spread all over the world and tasked by the World Government to find new islands, explore unknown regions, and most importantly claim land for them. Kikori was a member of a ship dedicated to the latter goal, and he and his crew had been tasked with a long since known, yet still generally unexplored, island. Kumate Island.
It was an island of savages. Primitive humans that ate the flesh of their own companions. Recent reports had indicated that their numbers had been decimated by the activity of a pirate crew, and the government saw it as the perfect opportunity to muscle in and
claim more land for themselves. The ones responsible for actually doing that were a small group of marine ships. Kikori and his crew were simply sent ahead to ensure that there wouldn't be any surprises upon the island, and to provide the marines with the basis of a map in order to plan a campaign against the cannibals.
Of course, things didn't exactly go well. In fact, one could say they went decidedly badly. It took only a few days for the explorers to realise that their intel had been wrong. The cannibals were still a significant presence upon the island, and they were well aware of the newcomers' presence. The first sightings started only a couple of hours after first landing, and the attacks came a few days later. The explorers had guns and even a few machines, but the savages had numbers, the home advantage and an almost fanatical attitude towards battle. It didn't take long for all of the explorers to be killed or captured, dragged back towards the native settlements.
Kikori himself was dragged off by seemingly the smallest group of natives, curiously the only target claimed by them, even as other seemingly rival groups squabbled over the remnants of the exploration party. What few moments of consciousness Kikori experienced were dedicated to asking why, a question that was quickly answered upon waking up in the small village of huts and seeing the remnants of all the machines the party had brought with them. It didn't take a genius to realise that the natives weren't as stupid as once had been thought, and that they could easily put together the relationship between Kikori and the machines. If he showed them how they worked, and put them back together, he would live. Or at least... live longest.
Of course, he was still a prisoner and they didn't want him running off. So, whilst unconscious, the cannibals decided to... ensure his servitude. A single, powerful swing and Kikori's legs were removed at the waist. His screams tore through the night sky, but went unanswered save for the tribe quickly bandaging him to the best of their ability in order to ensure his (rather painful) survival. From there he was put to work, repairing the machines with whatever he was given or could be scavenged. Every day he was forced to receive or even commit a new atrocity, and slowly it broke down the barriers on something he never even knew he had.
He wasn't sure how long he spent there, but it was long enough. Recognising that there was no way the World Government would bother with a rescue operation for a group such as his, Kikori knew he needed to save himself. And over time... he figured out how. The savages wanted machines? They would get them. It took time and patience, but he had plenty of the former and the seething, burning rage within him was enough to provide him with the latter. Piece by piece, in the dead of night or when he wasn't under strict watch, he stole pieces of the machines given to him by the tribe, alongside whatever else he could get them to grab. Squirrelling them away, he began to build.
The tribe revered and feared a figure that they viewed as a sort of demigod. A cruel, angry looking being that could seemingly kill with a single movement of its hands, had the ability to move with the beasts, and was the driving reason behind their abduction of him. They thought technology could push them further. Closer towards their god. Well, that was exactly what they were going to be getting. Slowly, painstakingly, Kikori assembled the tools of his revenge. It required some sacrifices, but at that point he was no stranger to pain. What was an arm, a face, to his vengeance? What were a few hours each night spent cranking upon a hand powered generator? Simply put: They were the Key. Metal would allow him to exact his vengeance, but it needed to be charged. He didn't produce much, but over time the man eventually deemed he had enough built up to begin.
It began at night, but lasted far, far longer for the natives. The revving could be heard throughout the forest, shortly followed by the screams of those who had wronged him. Those who ran later told stories of a god come to life, of a being that ran like a beast and could kill a warrior with a single swing of their hand. Soon, a good half of the island was considered a no man's land, quite literally for the cannibals. It was the domain of the Bloody God, and any who came near would meet a grisly fate.
Months passed, and during that time Kikori only grew stronger. His anger and rage festered within him, tempered only by the still living remnants of the man he had once been, a man who did his best to keep as much of a cap upon the slowly intensifying blood lust and rage within him. However, he couldn't control it. Merely keep it as contained as possible. He knew he couldn't fight all of the natives, but when it became too much it didn't stop him from trying. it was only the fear that they held of him that allowed the man to continue to live, and he knew eventually they would fight back and he would die.
Yet fortunately for him, that day never came. Instead it as banished with the advent of a small ship upon the horizon. Already prepared for what he had thought an impossibility, Kikori was able to grab the crew's attention and be allowed onto the merchant ship. They fed him, clothed him, asked the man his story and congratulated him upon surviving for so long. That compassion allowed Kikori to discover the effect such acts had upon him, lessening the battle fury within him. But it didn't eliminate it, and by the time the ship docked...
Only Kikori stepped off. He had proper food to eat, people to meet, clothes to get and upgrades to make. The island had forced him to rely upon crude and inefficient materials, but with the wealth on the merchant ship in his pocket, he could certainly afford some better functions. He was thinking Diesel, instead of electricity.
No one's entirely sure of the origins of the rampant cyborg. He simply one day just... appeared. There are no records of a man or cyborg fitting his description, yet his seeming non existence didn't stop the cyborg from tearing his way through the houses of the rich and influential in one bloody night. In a single night, a large number of the various mansions upon the resort island of Castelle were burning to the ground and the figure was seen by survivors to be walking away, red from head to toe.
From there, reports continued to strike up all over the east blue of a maniac that would attack at the slightest provocation and only left survivors he couldn't catch. The tale of the Mad Butcher spread, eventually coming to coalesce into the form of an 8 Million Beri bounty, dead or alive. Yet still nobody knew where he came from. Or rather, the general public didn't know. Those who did know held another name for the Butcher. Kikori.
Originally the man had been an explorer. Growing up on in Loguetown, Kikori lived a rather average life. He went to school and discovered that while most classes were boring beyond belief, he had a real knack for machinery and the like. Not the only one to notice this, the kid was picked to be part of a course dedicated towards grooming youths to join the World Government in various roles, with his obviously specialising with machines and all things related. Eventually he had to grow up, and post graduation he said goodbye to his family and joined the government properly.
Part of an exploratory fleet, he served on a ship as the shipwright and mechanic of the crew, tasked with maintaining the variety of machines that were used by the explorers. The fleet was spread all over the world and tasked by the World Government to find new islands, explore unknown regions, and most importantly claim land for them. Kikori was a member of a ship dedicated to the latter goal, and he and his crew had been tasked with a long since known, yet still generally unexplored, island. Kumate Island.
It was an island of savages. Primitive humans that ate the flesh of their own companions. Recent reports had indicated that their numbers had been decimated by the activity of a pirate crew, and the government saw it as the perfect opportunity to muscle in and
claim more land for themselves. The ones responsible for actually doing that were a small group of marine ships. Kikori and his crew were simply sent ahead to ensure that there wouldn't be any surprises upon the island, and to provide the marines with the basis of a map in order to plan a campaign against the cannibals.
Of course, things didn't exactly go well. In fact, one could say they went decidedly badly. It took only a few days for the explorers to realise that their intel had been wrong. The cannibals were still a significant presence upon the island, and they were well aware of the newcomers' presence. The first sightings started only a couple of hours after first landing, and the attacks came a few days later. The explorers had guns and even a few machines, but the savages had numbers, the home advantage and an almost fanatical attitude towards battle. It didn't take long for all of the explorers to be killed or captured, dragged back towards the native settlements.
Kikori himself was dragged off by seemingly the smallest group of natives, curiously the only target claimed by them, even as other seemingly rival groups squabbled over the remnants of the exploration party. What few moments of consciousness Kikori experienced were dedicated to asking why, a question that was quickly answered upon waking up in the small village of huts and seeing the remnants of all the machines the party had brought with them. It didn't take a genius to realise that the natives weren't as stupid as once had been thought, and that they could easily put together the relationship between Kikori and the machines. If he showed them how they worked, and put them back together, he would live. Or at least... live longest.
Of course, he was still a prisoner and they didn't want him running off. So, whilst unconscious, the cannibals decided to... ensure his servitude. A single, powerful swing and Kikori's legs were removed at the waist. His screams tore through the night sky, but went unanswered save for the tribe quickly bandaging him to the best of their ability in order to ensure his (rather painful) survival. From there he was put to work, repairing the machines with whatever he was given or could be scavenged. Every day he was forced to receive or even commit a new atrocity, and slowly it broke down the barriers on something he never even knew he had.
He wasn't sure how long he spent there, but it was long enough. Recognising that there was no way the World Government would bother with a rescue operation for a group such as his, Kikori knew he needed to save himself. And over time... he figured out how. The savages wanted machines? They would get them. It took time and patience, but he had plenty of the former and the seething, burning rage within him was enough to provide him with the latter. Piece by piece, in the dead of night or when he wasn't under strict watch, he stole pieces of the machines given to him by the tribe, alongside whatever else he could get them to grab. Squirrelling them away, he began to build.
The tribe revered and feared a figure that they viewed as a sort of demigod. A cruel, angry looking being that could seemingly kill with a single movement of its hands, had the ability to move with the beasts, and was the driving reason behind their abduction of him. They thought technology could push them further. Closer towards their god. Well, that was exactly what they were going to be getting. Slowly, painstakingly, Kikori assembled the tools of his revenge. It required some sacrifices, but at that point he was no stranger to pain. What was an arm, a face, to his vengeance? What were a few hours each night spent cranking upon a hand powered generator? Simply put: They were the Key. Metal would allow him to exact his vengeance, but it needed to be charged. He didn't produce much, but over time the man eventually deemed he had enough built up to begin.
It began at night, but lasted far, far longer for the natives. The revving could be heard throughout the forest, shortly followed by the screams of those who had wronged him. Those who ran later told stories of a god come to life, of a being that ran like a beast and could kill a warrior with a single swing of their hand. Soon, a good half of the island was considered a no man's land, quite literally for the cannibals. It was the domain of the Bloody God, and any who came near would meet a grisly fate.
Months passed, and during that time Kikori only grew stronger. His anger and rage festered within him, tempered only by the still living remnants of the man he had once been, a man who did his best to keep as much of a cap upon the slowly intensifying blood lust and rage within him. However, he couldn't control it. Merely keep it as contained as possible. He knew he couldn't fight all of the natives, but when it became too much it didn't stop him from trying. it was only the fear that they held of him that allowed the man to continue to live, and he knew eventually they would fight back and he would die.
Yet fortunately for him, that day never came. Instead it as banished with the advent of a small ship upon the horizon. Already prepared for what he had thought an impossibility, Kikori was able to grab the crew's attention and be allowed onto the merchant ship. They fed him, clothed him, asked the man his story and congratulated him upon surviving for so long. That compassion allowed Kikori to discover the effect such acts had upon him, lessening the battle fury within him. But it didn't eliminate it, and by the time the ship docked...
Only Kikori stepped off. He had proper food to eat, people to meet, clothes to get and upgrades to make. The island had forced him to rely upon crude and inefficient materials, but with the wealth on the merchant ship in his pocket, he could certainly afford some better functions. He was thinking Diesel, instead of electricity.
