Name: Takeo Shodo
Age: Ageless
Gender: Male
Species:Changeling, Kitsune
He was once a human, but something changed him...alot.
Position: Alignment: True Chaos
King of the Autumn Court:
Not that it matters here, but he is the leader of several other Changelings that mostly eat on fear.
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: Glamour:
Takeo cannot use magic at all, but use something....similiar to it. He can harvest strong emotions of others to fuel his own powers. He can make contracts with certain aspects of reality, bending it to his whim.
Glamour points: 15 Maximum. Feeding on a strong emotion brings Two Points Back.
Most use of Contracts costs 1 Glamour.
Contracts of Smoke:
Kitsune are Shapeshifter. And Smoke helps him to hide his true shape and self under myriad illusions. He can make himself into a brutish Ogre, or a cute little kitten with two tails. Or maybe a hidious horned demon. However, this is but an illusion and will never affect his powers or body.
Contracts of Eternal Autumn:
As King of Autumn he made contracts with Autumn itself. He can create strong gusts of wind and chilling winds.
But his strongest power is, to change into whirling autumn leaves and drift on the wind, far, far away. It's very hard to hurt him that way.....except by fire. Dry leaves don't like fire.
Contracts of Hearth:
Good and Bad Luck. Both can be given away or taken with this contract. Making someone trip over if they are dashing towards him with a drawn sword, or maybe give someone the lucky shot he needs to win a teddy bear at a fair for his crush.
However, this contract is dangerous, abuse of it will backlash HEAVILY on Takeo. Even using it more then once a thread and fate will come and kick his ass.
Oath-Weaver:
Maybe his strongest and also oddest power.
He can make sure that oaths made by him, or with others are written on fate itself. The punishments of a broken oath are brought by destiny....but the boons as well.
"I pledge to stand vigilant for a Year and a Day, I shall never grow tired as long I stand by this gate. If I fail, my family will leave me."
And done. You will never need to sleep for a year and a day, as long you stand by this gate, guarding it. Failing this objective, your family will leave you for various reasons. (your wife doesn't love you anymore. Your children are devoured by wolfs....or you cannot find your way back to them)
These oaths must always be balanced though and not give insane boons for a trivial task, or do horrible punishments for barely any advantages.
Craftsman of Impossbile Things:
Moogle may be the greatest Smiths that exist in the worlds. But if you need something truely strange but effective, you go to Takeo.
With the stolen reflection of the moon, your worst nightmare and thousand broken promises, he can make a shield that will always hide the wearer behind lies and illusions.
Who knows, maybe he can even make Hearts? With the right ingredients who would love to try it out....
To craft those things, he MUST be in Wonderland though. No way around it. Also, he needs the items in physical form. So just saying him a promise doesn't do him any good.
Weapon/Items:Masamuye:
The sword that defines his craftmanship. The handle never looks the same, it can be a leaf, then a piece of wood. Then it may be the cut of head of a cat. Or it could a shadow resting against his hip. But once the drawn, the sword is widely visible: A large hallucination in the shape of a scimitar that shows screaming faces and endless thorny bushes that go on into forever. The sword itself does not physical damage, but each hit cuts off the ties that keep someone awake. One hit, and you start to see things that shouldn't be there. A second one and the world itself reshapes on a whim. A third one and they can barely make out what is a dream or what is reality. A fourth one and they are lost to madness....but are very much fit to fight.
Muramasa:
Takeo says he got this sword from the legendary swordsmith himself, which is probably an outright lie. It carries however the same curse. Once drawn, it must taste blood or it will take the toll from the mad Kitsune himself. It can repair itself when it's sheathed and....is somewhat sharper then a typical katana. Nothing outstanding.
Picture:Oh boy, I got a few pictures of him, so instead I just give you the links to them instead of embedding them here.
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But I digress.
It has been purple days since I have escaped the grasp of my NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO (this goes on for at least fifty pages, with the last two pages written in blood rather then ink)
Escaped. I know I escaped. I escaped and tried to go back but I couldn't. This....mask. My mask. My face. My world doesn't like my face! IT DOESN'T LIKE MY FACE! But I will find a way. I will trade and I will build. I will find the toll that my world wants to let me back in. A tax that proofs I am human.
(the text is suddenly unreadable, it's broken japanese that doesn't even make sense if someone can read the letters.)
...I should come to the point to explain, who I am!
A fine craftsman that builds of dreams and esoteric things. If memories or sadness. The laughter of a child or the dying breath of a hanged man. I can shift and form it, make it into magnificent items of great use. Me, Takeo will be the trader of rare goods. If you can catch me, hehehe! I am the fleeting presence of madness upon the world, the grinning face you cannot trust. I bend words and bind you to them. I do as I please and try to fill the hole....I HAVE NO HOLE. I AM. IN. ONE. PIECE. ONE. I miss my soul, I miss my soul, where is it, where is it.....(the next pages are simply sketches, though they grow more and more disturbing....until the last one that simply shows his mask. The empty eyes and neverending grin.)
Takeo is broken. He is fake. What was once whole is now the leftovers that stayed to long in the realm of madness. To survive, you have to adapt afterall.
First and foremost, Takeo has no sense of empathy. He simply cannot understand that other people have emotions like him. For him, they are things that walk and talk, but he is unable to relate to them anymore. All he does is to fullfill HIS goals, HIS passions, HIS amusement. But he has very much emotions, even if he can only show that permament grin on his face.
As all foxes, he is sly and cunning. Rarely will he get into a direct fight, it's more fun to strike out of thin air and disappear back into it. Or ruin his victims day. And rob them blind. Or lead them astray into their doom.
However, all of that can be broken by his own madness. Takeo's behavior can shift greatly, though goes back to his usuall self after a while....but this is only making him more dangerous. If you think you finally understand him, he will pull off something utterly out of character and leaves you baffled. Or maybe he is playing it. Who knows.
What drives the mad Kitsune mostly, is the lack of his soul. Many other Changeling still got pieces left of their soul, but not Takeo. He is one of the Soulless. Unlike Nobodies, he still has his heart and body left but not the soul. He feels utterly empty and fake, utterly alienated from the entire world. He feeds this hole with his passions, his drives....anything to keep him moving and grinning.
Original World: The Hedge
This is not a world on itself, but rather the border between reality and the world of dreams, or Arcadia, the home of the Gentry.
A mad world of dreams that is covered utterly in thorny branches that grow into incredible hights. Nothing ever stays the same, roads shift, places shift. Creatures shift.
Current World: Wonderland
History:What has happened before he became a Changeling doesn't matter anymore.
The Black Lord of Nightmares and Masks caught a human to steal his identity and memories of him. He did this countless times already and left those poor husks with nothing but a mask that gives them a new identity. Many just waste away, not feeling real enough with this tacked on new self.
Takeo stayed. Robbed of everything that made himself, he accepted the mask he got gladly. A Kitsune. So, he became a Kitsune.
In the strange and dark Anti-World of his master he toiled nonsense work and was always watched by the black, gooey thing that shifts constantly between personalities and forms. It probed him. It changed him. It tortured him with thoughts and memories planted into his mind.
Until one day, he escaped. The frightened Changeling ran through this nightmare realm that is part of Arcadia. He ran into the Hedge where the thorns catched parts of his soul. He ran to a bridge with a troll that wanted something shiny as toll. Takeo gave foxfire, which was in fact another part of his soul. He ran further and further, but already felt how his paws ran on black ink. Waves of blackness came closer so he hid in the white elephant tower. The spiders there snuck into his body and stole one more piece of his soul without that he ever noticed.
And then he arrived at the gate that leads back to his world....he thinks. He had the gnawing feeling of coming home finally. But no matter how much he ran, the gate never got any closer. Other escaped Changelings walked right through it and Takeo understood then:
His world doesn't accept him anymore.
So he laughed, he laughed loudly and walked back into the hedge, grinning while his mask was stained with black tears made of ink.
Time doesn't matter in the Hedge, so it's hard to tell what happened now, or what. Many things happened, but even Takeo is not sure in what order, or if it's even important to mention them. They may have never happened anyway.
One day, he simply slipped between the slippery boundaries between the Hedge and Wonderland. Both realms are as mad as a hatter, where dreams and reality blend together into a maddening mess.
Maybe he can find the last shards of his soul again, somewhere....
Role Playing Sample: Questions/Comments/Suggestions? Still working on the Roleplaying Sample and his appearance...even though I have alot of pictures of him x3
And yes, I comissioned them or got them drawn, Takeo is an old character of mine.
I am working on more then those parts, rereading alot and maybe want to hear what I did wrong.
For some reasons I am just really bad applies on anything, so I gonna take my time x3
