Urufu Tatsumaki

Ziamichi

Name: Urufu Tatsumaki

Gender:Male

Age: 16, looks it

The Host Race: Human

Personality: Urufu is an intelligent, playful being. He loves to have fun, but he knows when to be serious, and not take everything for granted. During battle, he usually uses a Slice-First, Think-about-the-consequences-later attitude, though that doesn't mean he doesn't know how. He is very resourceful, and loves Nature.
If he can't protect those he loves, he feels completely useless, and will train harder every chance he gets to find a way to protect them. Because of his Cannabilistic/Vampiric ways, however, he doesn't have many people whom are close to him, as he gives off a slightly Horrifying Aura. He is your classic White Knight. Hell-bent on protecting everything and all, he will let nothing stand in his way. Incredibly selfless, it is his major downfall. If one knows him, even through reputation, it would be incredibly easy to exploit this.

Not a lot of people make the requirements to becoming his friends, however. Urufu is slightly demented in the fact that he hates nearly everyone. He has been shown that people are selfish, ignorant, obnoxious, etc, and views them as food more then anything else. Due to his ability, the only thing he can consume for sustenance is blood. Don't let that fool you though, he hates being called a Vampire. It generates an anger within him that cannot be tamed.

Rejecting the Vatican life, he chose the path of the Wiccan. The nature witch, as some may call them. Just because he hates people, doesn't mean he hates everything. He has a vast love for nature and all of it's inhabitants. He is at peace the most when he is in the forest, or something woodsy, surrounded by his beasty brotherin. His Zodiac Sign is Dog, his Astrology sign is Aries, and his favorite color is white. He holds it in high regards, because it resembles both a purity, something unscathed by anything else. Also, it can show a white hot, inner rage, something he himself holds.

One other thing about Urufu... He is slowly going insane. Due to his ability, he has several minds within himself at once. Though they are not active consciously, they still affect him incredibly slowly, though very deeply on a neurotic level. Urufu hears a voice within his head, and has ever since he first achieved his abilities. This voice is a split within his own mind. It is similar to a split personality. It never takes control, or wishes to. It merely wants Urufu to drink as much blood as possible.
However, he was wrong. The voice is actually his Ziamichi, and he only thought that before he became aware of it.

Appearance:
Urufu usually wears a white cloak with two blood red crosses on either side of his body. He has blond hair, is roughly 5'7, and weighs 160 pounds. He has a long scar running up from his left elbow to his shoulder. His fingernails are longer then average, and resemble claws, as well do his toenails, which are clearly visible because he wears no shoes. The tips and outlines of both are stained with blood permanently. The bottom of his black cargo pants are frayed, as well as the cuffs of his sleeves. He wears a pure silver cross on a necklace, from his days with the Vatican. Old habits die hard. His muscles, though not very large, are incredibly dense, giving him a lean appearance. Those not used to seeing someone like that would instantly deem him weak, right before a powerful punch from the weak arms of the weak boy broke their face. His clearly Caucasian skin makes him stand out in Japan, though not by much. What truly makes him stand out is his Cloak, as stated earlier. His blond hair is slightly long, but stands in chaotic, lazy spikes that seem to fall where they please, slightly resembling Cloud Strife, minus the large forespike. He has violet eyes, a trait slightly odd. When he was born, they were a soft blue, but over time, as his eating habits changed, so did his eye color. After all, red and blue make purple. Also, a steel pentacle necklace is wrapped around his right arm, hidden underneath his cloak.


Background/History: Urufu was born in Rome, Italy. His powers were left dormant inside of him for 7 years. They were created when Urufu was baptized in a tub of holy water, tainted with Dark Energy. Raised as a catholic boy, he lived in the Vatican and was an apprentice of a very high powered member in a scholarly position. He hated it. He didn't believe in their god, and he didn't care enough to pretend. He was like that.
Escaping one night, he ran. He had no money, no food, and no skills to gain it. The Vatican didn't teach those things, especially to an unruly boy.

It was around this time Urufu discovered that if he ate human food, or drank even water, he would become violently sick. He couldn't keep anything down. During his travels, he witnessed a terrible commotion. Two rivaling gangs got into a gun fight. As the survivors left, he noticed what littered the concrete. There was dead everywhere. Blood oozed from open wounds, ripped open like a can of tuna from gun spray. And it smelled delicious. He couldn't resist the urge. It was way too powerful. Drink it. Drink it all. A voice in his head snapped to existence, backhanding him. Deciding to heed it's orders, he dropped to his knees, wrapped his lips around a wound, and began to suck on the blood. It poured down his throat, a little warm still. Thank the Goddess. As he got his fill, he could feel changes in his body. Strength returning. Speed increasing. Wounds healing. Grinning, he wiped the excess blood from his lips with the back of his hand, and stood swiftly. Leaping into the air, he was surprised at his own reflexes, catching a ledge nearly 2 meters higher than his head and hauling himself onto the fire escape. Scaling the ladder, he quickly made it to the roof, where he desperately slept, happy that he kept down his food.

Along the way, around age 11, he met someone. This someone, Forbade Juusatsu, traveled with him for a long time. The two became incredibly close. It was hard not to. He decided to accompany Urufu when he saw that the boy had no one. Juusatsu was an Orphan, like Urufu. He knew what it was like to be alone. The two sympathized very well together. They truly became Father and Son. Even though they were close, they still had a lot to learn about each other. Urufu didn't even know Juusatsu's age (which was 34). Juusatsu taught Urufu many things. He introduced him to the world of magic, and revealed that he himself was an exiled death god. He also explained that there were many humans with strange abilities such as his, and he wasn't as unique as he thought. They traveled for 4 years, touring the country side. They made money by joining circuses, etc. Urufu made a decent living healing the sick with Reverse Retribution.

He then revealed he was sick. Sick and Dying. At First, Urufu thought this was a joke. Who ever heard of a death god getting a disease? Then Juusatsu revealed it. It was brutal.
The sickness took the form of a black underlining underneath the skin, like bruises but much darker, much larger, and much more painful. It didn't bother him much on good nights. On bad nights.. he could barely move. The sickness was eventually going to find its way to Juusatsu's heart and stop it, like a heavy chain. It took a few years, but finally, one night.. it struck.

Urufu didn't know what to do. He sat with Juustatsu for a long time, as he lay sick in his bed, coughing, wheezing. Then, the pitiful light in his eyes extinguished. Juustatsu was gone forever. Crying, Urufu laid on his chest and beat unmercifully, willing his heart to beat. It didn't.
As his tears dried, he continued to lie on Juusatsu's chest, staring at his neck. A voice inside of his head told him something, something that he will never forget. To rip open his throat with his teeth and drink. That was crazy. Why would he do that? Why would he feed on his Father?
The temptation became too strong for him to resist. He finally closed his eyes and did it.
Instantly, he grew in strength, he could feel it. He continued to drink, until he drained the man dry. It was then that he began to see things. Shinigami, Vizards, Arrancar, Hollow's, etc. He saw it all. Clearer then ever before. He saw them daily now, instead of merely the most powerful. He saw the weakest spirits. He saw. And the voice continued in his head, continued to tell him what to do. Go to japan.

Ripping the pentacle necklace from Juusatsu's cold chest as he lay on the bed, he kept it safe as he doused the building in gasoline. It was merely a cheap hotel, nothing interesting, really. Besides, everyone was gone to see a play. This was Italy. Tossing a match, he watched from a safe distance as his Father (and a hotel) lit up in flames. Clutching the necklace in his hand, he vowed to take on the Wicca religion, in honor of his dead father. After a bit of studying it, he found that it matched his own beliefs quite clearly. One year of studying later, Urufu could be found sitting atop a cliff, staring down into the ocean below. Japan was only a week of walking away! The wind blew through his hair and cloak, and a single tear slid down his cheek as he smiled into the ocean, the Pentacle necklace clutched tightly in his hands.
Juusatsu's final gift. A religion he could follow honestly.
After a few years on his travels, Urufu and Johnathan, someone whom he considers his brother, tried an experiment. By using his powers, he took John's Ziamichi spirit (metaphorically. He merely created a copy of it) which clashed with his own, though he was unaware of it. Being pulled into a coma, Urufu met his spirit. After speaking for a while, Urufu apologized for ignoring him for so long. The two generally get alone, though they still argue, of course. After awakening from his coma, Urufu told John the whole story. John no longer has the advantage over Urufu, now they are both Ziamichi.

Ziamichi Spirit: Urufu's spirit is named Vereor, and named well. Vereor is latin for Fear, and that is what people immediately do when they hear of him. Vereor hates EVERYTHING. You hear of people whom hate everything, but still have their loved ones? Vereor hates EVERYONE. Even Urufu. He merely has a grudging respect for the boy, and won't attempt to kill him. Yet. Some would say that's the same as liking, but it isn't. When the time comes, Vereor will take over Urufu, but not yet. He needs to grow strong.

Vereor takes the form of pure blackness. He is humanoid. roughly seven feet tall, with thick, spindly arms and legs attached to a thin, snakelike torso. He has eight tentacles jutting from his back, able to extend indefiniately. The top two have mouthes at the end, able to take massive mouthfulls with one bite. This being, Vereor, is able to manipulate Darkness completely. Be it from peoples emotions to merely the lack of light, he can draw it from any source.

He has glowing red eyes, and sharp, long fangs jutting out of his canine-like mouth. His hand is merely sharp black claws jutting from an otherwise normal hand, albeit sleek and black.

Vereor is the apostle of evil. Anything dark, abysmal, or just generally bad is his favorite thing. He is a major fan of rape, drinking, smoking, heavy metal, and anything that society deems as evil. Especially arson. Also, he is completely cannibilistic, due to this, and eats just about every being he can get his hands on. Rumour has it he ate his own parents (or creator) but that has never been confirmed. Whenever asked, he merely picks his teeth with a sharp claw.

Ziamichi History: Vereor was a horrid creature. He fed off of darkness, no matter where it was, and could take it straight from people. His favorite passion was to posess people and make them do horrible things. Then, when the others around them become enraged, he feeds off of that energy like a buffet. He was the main reason for Hitler's deeds, Stalin's deeds, and started a few riots in his day.
Then, it all changed. An Iramesha trapped him inside of a jar. This jar was lost through the years, and eventually found it's way to the vatican, an accidental shipment instead of holy water. Then, a young boy named Urufu Tatsumaki in a vat of water tainted by Vereor. Absorbing Vereor into his body, Urufu took in this being unknowingly.
As the years passed by, Urufu was completely unaware of the spirit's existence. Then, during a fateful week, he and his brother got drunk. Completely wasted, even. Proving (or at least attempting to) that he could control John's Powers better then him, John lent him his blood. Taking all of his powers, he created a clone of John's ziamichi spirit. This spirit clashed with Veroer, whom absorbed it to regain enough energy to speak.
Vereor pulls Urufu into a coma, to speak with him. He lays down the law. They are going to now SHARE, and Urufu won't ignore him. Urufu promises, and even apologizes for not listening much. Vereor is taken back, because he didn't think Urufu would be so nice. Accepting the apology, Vereor allowed Urufu to return to consciousness. Now aware, the two form a bond.

Ziamichi powers: Veroer has given Urufu several innate abilities, the main one being manipulation of The Darkness. The Darkness is not simply shadows, but actually a physical manifestion of Evil and Malice that normally appears as a slimy, cold black solid. Vereor has perfect manipulation of this, and can allow Urufu to form it and manipulate it as easily as Vereor does. He typically forms it as tentacles from his back, through that is not needed. Also, two beings named Phobos and Deimos form as tentacles. They are completely sentient and intelligent on their own. They have a telepathy with Urufu/Vereor and can see for him, meaning he can see through their eyes if he wishes. All beings with The Darkness in them (Vereor's brand, not just regular darkness. This generally applies to all members of the Obscurum Clan) can also communicate telepathically with Phobos and Deimos, and in turn with Urufu and Vereor.

With this, he also gains the innate abilities of soul-shock. Soul Shock is the ability to transfer an entire body, soul included, into anothers body. This can effectively be used to make Ziamichi's or Chimeric beasts, depending on Vereor's mood.

Also

Retribution is the ability to rip apart DNA sequences through oral blood consumption. After ripping apart these sequences, one can manually insert them into their own DNA patterns for a permanent change in their genetic structure.

In the beginning stages, one would only be able to manipulate Physical aspects of their victim into their genetic coding. This can change not only things such as appearance, but also muscle mass, endurance levels, increases to strength, speed, sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch levels, as well as fix organs and such that are permanently damaged, simply by reducing the old one to pure atoms and rebuilding it, ejecting the damaged tissue through the pores of the skin in a form that resembles a black mist.

(The harder things, such as Recreating organs and the like, take A) A lot of power with it, and B) A lot of blood.)

The middle stages involve stripping the DNA of their powers. delving further into the Patterns, the user can sort out the coding that gives each individual their unique abilities. This has it's limits, though. One can only hold up to two new abilities in their own DNA sequences. After a user picks up a third, they must sacrifice one of them. The level of control they have over the Power or ability is the exact same as that of the one they took it from. Take Pyromancy for example. If one has complete control of fire, and a Retribution user takes that ability, they also have complete control. If they can barely create sparks, and are in the beginning stages, then they are at that level as well.

(The more powerful someone opposing a user of Retribution is, the harder [and consequently, the more blood is needed] it is to gain the abilities.)

The third stages of this power involves total recreation of somebody through Retribution.The user can delve so far into the DNA that they can find memories and behavioral quirks. They can completely recreate their own body (and if they wish it, their mindset) into that person, be it their powers and all. Of course, one can always revert back to their original form, and then back into their victim. The user can have up to 1(one) person besides their own form stored in their DNA like this.

The final stages of this power is Bodily creation. By midway changing their own DNA in their blood, and injecting it into someone else, be it through oral consumption, needles, etc, They can change that person into nearly whatever they wish. This is usually to boost an Ally and give them a special ability.

The highest level user of Retribution has the ability to give Retribution to someone else. This is the only way it can be spread. It is not really a bloodline or anything of the sort. It is an individual ability that most family members give upon their children. It is a very rare ability, though, even still.

Of course, Urufu can only use his ability for as long as HIS Reiatsu gives out. By taking powers, he doesn't take their reiatsu level.

Unique Traits: Urufu can see perfectly in the dark, as well as sense darkness within someone's heart. He can nearly automatically tell if someone is lying or having dark thoughts. Also, because of his natural instinct to head for darkness, he can tell where the darkest area in a 500 meter circle around him is. The sun now has a perverse effect on him, burning him very quickly. So much for people not calling him a vampire...

Ziamichi Skill Level: Control:
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Forms: Bad Dream - In this form, Urufu gains access to his stereo-typical form. He gains six tentacles jutting from his back, being one foot long each and ten feet long. The top two have snake-like or eel-like heads with glowing red eyes and a mouth full of vicious teeth. The left is Phobos, and the Right is Deimos. His hands and feet are covered in a thick, black substance that forms harsh claws that are quite large. He can shoot 25 feet long tentacles from the palm of each hand that is two inches thick. His eyes glow red completely and he gains a black aura that alerts him to any movement near him. The aura is 5 feet cubed around him and he is instantly aware of anything that touches it. He can fuse his bottom four tentacles to form majestic black wings in order to fly. He has no Soul-shock powers in this form. His manipulation of The Darkness is quite limited, and he only has the tentacles for manipulating.

Nightmare - In this form, Urufu gains Darkness covering his body completely, it forming a werewolf-like coating on his body. He grows to be eight feet tall with The Darkness' help. Unfortunately, he loses his six tentacles from his back. Fortunately, he can now grow those tentacles with an extended three feet from anywhere on his body. Phobos and Deimos now take the form of two small wolf-like chibi's that follow him around. Though they are chibi-esque, they are still quite demonic and won't hesitate to rip your face off with fangs roughly three inches long. He has no Soul-Shock ability yet.

Detailed appearance : Urufu's entire body becomes encased in a black metal-like substance (thought it is not metal, it shines like it) that gives him the appearance of a large, black werewolf roughly eight feet tall. Sharp claws tip each lupine finger and toe, and a muzzle full of sharp, strong teeth and a powerful jaw are set on his face. His red eyes glow through eyeholes, and pointed ears sit atop his head. A tail forms roughly three foot long that can be used to smash and bludgeon things.

Armageddon - This is a quite powerful form. Urufu remains in his werewolf-ian armor, however he gains a black sword (completely black from blade to to pommel) in a Claymore fashion. It is roughly three feet long and quite heavy, though it is weilded as if it weighed nothing by members of the Obscurum clan. This includes Urufu/Vereor. He also gains a large shield that is heavy (weighing nothing to the boys). Both of these weapons can appear and disappear in an instant, forming from pure Darkness. In this form, Urufu can manipulate The Darkness as particles, able to rip apart and reform his tentacles into basically anything he wants (as long as the volume is equal to or less then what his tentacles make up in total) and no propulsion. He can now use Soul-Shock in order to transfer spirits and bodies on two (or more) willing participant. Phobos and Deimos are now two full sized wolves by his side.

Apocolypse - In this form, The Darkness around Urufu disappears completely. It is now able to eject from his skin in any area he wants, as spikes or any shape he so desires. He can use to to defend himself, or change his shape, etc, as long as it matches the same volume as his previous forms (IE His tentacles and 'armor'). He has no propulsion based attacks still. He does still retain his sword and shield (able to be summoned at any time). He still retains Soul-Shock in this form. Phobos and Deimos appear as large (six feet tall and eight feet long) wolves with black wings, able to fly.

Ragnarok - This is Urufu's most powerful form. In this form, he becomes encased by The Darkness absolutely. He rises until he is fifty feet in the air. The Darkness explodes from him, forming a wolf that is fifty feet tall, with Urufu safe inside of it's head. Tuned to it completely, Urufu actually sees through the beasts eyes and feels pain from all contact against it. He can move naturally in this form inside the head as well as the wolf seperately with a lot of concentration. He is able to charge and fire balls of The Darkness from the wolf's mouth, which explode on contact with any solid. If Urufu so chooses, he can take people with him into the Wolf's head. There are several openings into the wolf head, so people can still battle Urufu while inside of it if they can't handle the wolf, as long as they can make it inside. While in the wolf's head, Urufu is in his Bad Dream form. He also has his sword, but no shield. Phobos and Deimos are back to their chibi form, though they are able to shift to full form if they so choose. Soul shock works perfectly in this form (especially while in the wolf's head).

Control: 6

Ziamichi Class: (Ranging from E to the weakest and A to the strongest; With S being a special class of demons. Don't do anything to this, the staff will decide how strong your demon will be from how good your application is and how good your role playing skills are.)

Drawbacks: I don't really have much else to add to this, besides the fact that Vereor is making him insane much faster. Also, besides drinking blood, the more he uses Vereor's powers, the more cannibilistic he becomes, and occasionally must consume flesh. Also, whenever he goes into his Demon form, Vereor takes full control unless a special deal is made. This deal can be anything from Kill the foe to Eat a donut later, I am craving them.

Roleplay Sample: A foolish Shinigami had requested a battle with Urufu Tatsumaki, as he tried to enjoy a relaxing day at the beach.A spar you say? He asked grinning. Sounds good. Bringing his claws to his lips, he was pleased to note that some of the blood from the hollow didn't wash away in the ocean. Several moments ago, Urufu had stolen the Shinigami's kill, and slayed a Flying Hollow with quite a bit power. Licking it off, he swallowed it. His purple eyes flashed black for a second, before he yawned. This may hurt.. He whispered to himself, as gigantic wings sprung from his back, ripping the skin and his cloak. Blood dripped from his back slightly, but he was fine. Wiping away one tear threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes, he grinned. Launching himself into the air, he flapped his enormous bat-like wings, and held aloft in the salty ocean. Looking down on the shinigami, he began to charge a cero from his hand..

The Shinigami had thrown up some sand in the first little bit in hopes to blind him. It worked.. slightly. As the sand blinded him, he smirked. He was the wolf of retribution, for The goddess' sakes. Urufu didn't need to see to defend. I can still hear the whistle of the wind as your blade approaches. He said, as he twirled with his left wing extended, smacking Rokiro (The Shini) and knocking his blade away from his wind. And I can still hear your blood pumping through your veins. He said, as he began to slash and hack at the boy with his claws, both from his hands and shoe-less feet.

He wore no shoes, and never trimmed his nails, until they became a hassle. They were sharp as daggers, and incredibly sharp and thick. See, Urufu needed blood to survive. Until he got it, he had barely any abilities. He needed a way to penetrate some skin and get to the delicious red nectar inside of someone. If he ate regular human food, he would throw it up. And that wasn't pretty.

As the sun shone down on the two, Urufu finally cleared out his eyes. Still slashing towards Rokiro, his vision was fuzzy, but soon cleared. The ocean was like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. It sparkled and shone with an intense blue that made Urufu smile, and nearly forget he was fighting. Nearly.

The sand was white hot and glowing, shining off of everybody's near-naked body as they shone with sweat and ocean spray, many of them soaked. Some people were working their tans, and many had children that were making sand castles and the such. Focusing back to the task at hand, Urufu increased the reiatsu in his arms. This helped force oxygen into his muscles, and made him go faster.

Pushing, he practically forced the wind to separate away from him to increase his speed. He didn't technically do that, but it seemed like it as sweat poured from his body in his attempt to harm his sparring partner. Sharpening his claws with reiatsu even still, he continued his barrage of nail, adding tooth occasionally, snapping at Rokiro's form to get some blood. He was moving so fast, he wasn't sure if he even hit the boy once.

Eat him.. eat him..eat him.. That voice was still in his head. Veroer's voice. Sometimes he could ignore it.. but usually he couldn't. And he usually listened. As the Shinigami was torn to pieces by his deadly claws, He listened...