Een

Where nothingness stretches for eternity,

Where all is but a sole effigy.

Eons of effort wasted on nothing, yet no solution has been contrived.

The ineffable cycle, an unending trek with undoubtful outcomes

There is but no One who can percieve the lucidity of it all, as there is no escape

No escape for the muck, no escape for the God. No escape for everything

For all have closed their eyes in fear of it, from above and below

Power does not gaurantee peace. Wisdom does not gaurantee power

For only One can bestow that which all thirst for

Only when One goes beyond the translucent veil of chaos

only when One opposes everything then, now, and later

only when One fathoms the even tenor of all shall, shall he be bestowed

with the monolithic key to the ubiquitous.


Sprout from the defiled earth, oh forlorn black lotus.

A great many millennia ago. Before the first cites were ever made, before writing was ever invented, before greed and fear were discovered. Before religion, secrecy, and material desire ever began, the dawn of man came upon earth, bringing fourth the primitive forms of what would one day be the modern man. Back then, hominid creatures were not that far off from being simians. They were hairy, stark naked, and savage, but back then, they had such an understanding of nature that the average member of modern society could never even imagine. Life was short for them, and the goal was pristine and commonplace for all of the simians from the starting generations.

There was no God in their eyes. No God but everything around them. Nature, the world around them, was the idol of “worship” for these hominids. They thought that everything was important, and that nothing was to be left behind. Death, hunting, harvesting, rot, love, reproduction. To them, everything was both a liability and an asset. Each was dual sided, the dichotomy maintaining balance in all things. The simians took heed to every consequence of their actions, and learned how to thrive on the land. They took the rain along with the sunshine. They gave an effort to obtain what they needed, and used it to the fullest. They did not ask for anything they would not need, and did not ask for much of what they needed. Harmony was amongst these newcomers to intelligent life, living a simple life of hunting and gathering where each and every one contributed to the whole. No man was looked above or below. Each one was just as valuable as the last, and was not to be considered any more, or any less of what he or she was. No one dare look at another for the answer, as they knew that they only need look at the earth to find the answers to all of their problems. In the beginning, everything was so insignificant for humanity, yet, so peaceful at the same time. This austere outlook on life resulted in a stagnant population that did not invent anything, and did not proliferate or ravage the earth of its limited resources. Back then the primitive humans had to be vigorous, and persisted on their efforts in order to survive. Life was hard, but far from impossible. The pain and struggling was what made the primitive creatures enjoy their harvest, as well as the fact that they were alive.

At the time, the symbol of prosperity and harmony was the Black Lotus. The primitive humans perceived the black lotus as a foretoken that their efforts and abiding to the infinite cycles of nature. Compared to the rest of the flowers, the black lotus was the scarcest of all, yet just plentiful enough to be found in just about every location the nomadic hominids would settle. They revered the lotus as a natural guide to good harvests and elated times. The lotus was never tampered with, in fear that it would disintegrate from even the lightest touch from such a primal hand, excluding simple ceremonial rituals that hopefully would guarantee a successful hunt and a bountiful harvest, and even then the ritual occurred without the flower being removed or cut. To them, the lotus resembled the love of the earth, a love that they took very dearly, and dare not forsake.

Then came along society…

In a matter of time, some of the primitive men thought that they could use other men, rather than nature. These primitive humans would scare the rest into obeying their every whim. For the first time ever, man no longer turned to nature for the answer, but towards other men. These wise men would introduce the ideas of getting more than what was needed, getting it free, and getting it fast. There was oh so much that awaited them…they just had to do as they are told to in order to receive all of these precious rewards. Expedience, greed, and fear was utilized by other men for the first time. And it worked. Although most paid no attention to the wise ones with their better understanding of the world, they would eventually kneel before them, in fear of not receiving any of the things aforementioned by the few. It was then where distinctions could be easily made between other humans, and society was born. At this time, the black lotus would quickly dwindle in number, before vanishing completely from the Earth a century after the creation of society. Nobody cared about the lotus any longer by then, as their energy was focused on appeasing their masters, and satiating their greed.

There were a select group of primitive humans that refused to assimilate into society, regardless of all the threats and fear mongering thrown at them. They dare not seek other men for the answer, and are complacent with what they already have. They did not know greed, nor did they know fear. What was once the majority was now the minority. These few men would be ostracized from the rest of humanity, especially when the first civilizations were constructed. The few that did reject hierarchal society would continue to live nomadic lifestyles, hunting and gathering like they always did.

In the later millennia, these people would grow to be the nomadic tribes of earth. As time went by, some abandoned their nomadic lifestyle, to live a simple life in society, which was growing ever larger in such short time, compared to the slow and lessening population of nomads. The concrete buildings and sophisticated technology that was developing was very tempting and lured in curious traitors easily. The situation only darkened further for the nomads when hollows and demons began to enroach the earth. Hollows were beginning to devour the wanderers en masse, putting an end to entire tribes while stripping down the surviving tribes to a puny group of stubborn tribesmen. Out of the hundreds of thousands of people who chose the nomadic lifestyle, only 33 remain on the entire planet in 2410.

Enter Een, the youngest one of the 33-man tribe that continues to thrive off the earth. Een has no last name, for this specific tribe does not grant last names, deeming that an act of the profane spawn of greed known as society. He and his tribe have ventured across the many lands of Africa, Asia, and Europe, enduring harsh conditions while trying their hardest to survive the constant attacks by hollows. If lucky, the marauders will be stopped by a patrolling shinigami. But those types of encounters were getting scarcer and scarcer. It was obvious that the soul society have neglected the nomads at last, worrying about the much more concentrated populations within modern society. The nomads were to fend for themselves, which they couldn’t. They were but mere prey to satiate the voracity of hollows and demons. Life was truly hard for Een, as the nomadic lifestyle was not what it used to be. Though he tries to blot out the thought, even he is certain that the nomad is to become extinct soon, whether by assimilating into society, or by being hollow chow. It was a dim and dark fate for Een and his brethren, yet he still holds steadfast onto tradition, denying any offer to be given shelter within a city. He knows that they could never be forced to assimilate, and has stated that he’d rather die than to conjoin with all the other people. Of course, he is only reiterating that which the elder tribesmen have said.

Statistics:
Age: 16
Size: 5'5
Weight: 140

Personality:
Een is not like the average 16 year old, having a vast knowledge about the earth and how to survive. His racous upbringings has enlightened him about where to go, what to eat, and how to live in regards of the nomadic lifestyle. His parents, as well as his tribe has taught him their ancient, nomadic traditions, which are absolutely alien in comparison to the habits and traditions of modern society. One from the bubble could easily get confused about the topics that Een talks about, for only he would know the contents of the earth as if it were the back of his hand. Although he knows english, it would be easy for one to believe that Een was bying hypocritical, or just plain stupid with all of the things that he can commune on. Expect him to say things that others would deem to be the worst possible remark or statement to make at that person. He is a survivalist, who makes best of whatever he has, and dares not demand for more. Greed, material desire, and moral beliefs are completely foreign to him, and could not fathom what the average member of society thinks. He becomes sheepish when brought into topics about the modern world, about trivial things in civilization, and anything that is mechanical. He has nary observed a city, let alone enter one.

Appearance:

Een is depicted here adorned in his only attire, which he himself made, that being a hand woven, white cotton robe that is worn along the edges thanks to years of wear and tear. His head is usually covered by a white, cotton turban that is slightly worn along the edges of the head drapery, and sports a set of ancient, tribal ornaments grafted onto the underside of the turban. The red, silk fabric of these ornaments represents indomination, and the golden rings that constrict the fabric symbolize importance in the future. his neck is covered by a long, thin cotton shoulder scarf that is also worn along the edges. Under the Turban, Een has a short, yet lush set of dark blonde hair, just long enough for lockes to peer out under the front of the turban, covering most of his eyes and nose. His pupils are colored a mesmerizing gold, and take up much of the space of his eyes, exposing only a little sclerela into the environment. He wears a pair of brown, self made thong sandals that have been worn for over 3 years, yet are not worn out. The backs of his hand may feel delicate and smooth, but the palms are in stark opposition, being rugged and coarse in texture. Scars and scrapes are apparent in the rough development of the palms, so much that they appear to be sandy, yet still lucid enough for the lines to be barely visible.

Powers:Een has absolutely no power whatsoever. He cannot even see or sense spirits to the lightest degree. He is just an average human being with no extraordinary traits at all. Een would not stand a chance against a brutish human in combat, let alone a weak Hollow.

RP Sample: must I really now?

Approved as 5-5. Have fun with this interesting concept, I think it really has potential!