[Spirit Class 8 | Hazard D] Utsava

» Name: Utsava _______________________ » Alias: Earlobes Living Racket » Age: Unknown » Birthday: The Nearest Holiday » Gender: Male » Race: Danava » Association: A Good Time » Alignment: Unknown » Marital Status: Single » Nationality: Unknown » Sexuality: Allosexual » Height: 8'5" (9'10" w/Drums) » Weight: ??? lb. » Hair Color: Blonde » Eye Color: White » Origin: Festivals

A lover, not a fighter. Utsava does not possess much, if any, ill will by nature. Some would consider his actions that of hedonism, preferring to drink and fuck his way through whatever he can manage. Not what one might call a smooth talker, he is often blunt and crude, but never derogatory. A beacon of positivity, even should it be highly inappropriate. Empathetic to some degree, he is capable of turning himself down, albeit requiring what one could consider considerable "peer pressure". Funerals being the only known event where he could be seen soured.

This extreme sociability only exacerbates as it's encouraged. A loudmouth that only gets louder, lacking in the ways of restraint. His attention doesn't stick to much beyond the idea of partying, having great difficulty engaging with more complex concepts such as "duty" and "responsibility". Beyond short term gratification of the moment at hand, he has no particular want or need. Utsava does manage to maintain a sense of self preservation, showing that despite his flaws, he is not entirely braindead. How it manifests is generally through short bursts of cowardice, something he will readily admit to.


Utsava incarnated amidst clouds of smoke and words slurred in drunken stupor. A ritual with the fervor of drums, ground shaking beneath the tremors of dance. An apparent accident, he was not particularly vied for nor wanted by his summoners, but would quickly be welcomed as his abilities and demeanor became apparent. It would set his expectations for a life of joy, a bar he would come to find more than happy to swing from.

While not much of a story, his early existence was more than pleasant. Where and when are nonfactors - lost beneath the constant drunken gyrating. It would come to an end as he grew a further understanding, a late night of debauchery ending with the spilling of wine. In the puddle, he thought to see a new aspect of himself. In truth, something much older than himself, ancient. A mouth swirled from within, silent words making their way into him. A place.

A home.

Stepping from the people who brought him into the world, through a doorway that he had no idea how to make moments prior, he'd find himself amongst marble and sunlight. A strange sense of familiarity overtook him, and for the first time he felt tranquility. Peace and quiet, so far separated from the noise he was born from. The Holy Roman Empire, and he stood in the ruins of a civilization long past. If it was some kind of message, or attempt at understanding, it fell on deaf ears.

All that mattered to Utsava was his newfound ability. To see the world, to find more to celebrate. Another thing he didn't quite understand, but the desire, it would never disappear. With outstretched fingers, he felt the festivities in the world, a heartbeat through Nidhana. Following the pulse, he'd pull through another door, dissapearing from Rome minutes after he arrived. Curiosity could kill cats, but for Utsava, it would shape the course of his life.

Even until the present, travel would become his drive. Festivities across the globe would show his participation, from bull runs in Spain to the odd birthday in America, golden week in Japan and Oktoberfest in Germany, years would go by in a haze. Yet he remains without connection, no true place to call home, no seeds sown. And so his partner decries with inaction, the thought and mind of a message misconceived.

Who needs anything but a good time, anyways?


» Life of the Party: Utava's spiritual pressure is wildly inconsistent. Having peaks and valleys that switch at a moments notice, tied to significant dates and times of celebration and festivities. For example, on Christmas day, his spiritual pressure would be incredible, only to cut away to a childish level at midnight. A holiday or festival's relevance will also generally be dictated by those he is surrounded by, and how it is being celebrated. Continuing with the prior example, even the monstrous Christmas spiritual pressure could be significantly hampered if he were to be surrounded by multiple 'Scrooge' or 'Grinch' type personalities.

» Polyglot: Festivities and culture are inherently linked, born of a place and time, of people and what they speak. In turn, to Utsava, languages are much all the same. So long as he is conversing with someone, he can understand them, and they can understand him, although it does not bring any particular knowledge of linguistic arts. He is not so gifted as to be a literary mind, or recognize any deeper connotations involved with a language. The easiest comparison would be that of a native speaker, but possessing no actual school teachings involving any language at hand.


» Power: Originating from the many gatherings of celebration that pepper every civilization, Utsava's powers serve best in conjunction with others, Aspirations lead to one day be a one man festival.

» Cup Runneth Over: Utsava's will and desire to party is infectious, overflowing as his spiritual pressure rises. While it can't force anyone to celebrate, darker moods and depression quickly fade in his presence, although it cannot change someone's core personality. A grouch will still be a grouch, although they might enjoy their own sourness a degree more. Even further, it does not affect a will to fight, as it stands currently. It functions almost like a virus, spreading from person to person rather than relying solely on himself.

» Fives Loaves and Two Fish: So long as Utsava possesses reiatsu, food and drink can be materialized at will. The more people surrounding him, the more he can manufacture, and the more delicious it becomes. The sustenance provided by the food is independent of what it would normally be, actively healing and restoring drained spiritual pressure as it is consumed. On the liveliest of holidays, it can even restore destroyed limbs. Being part of his own energy, these properties do not transfer to himself, merely acting as sustenance.

» Louder! Louder!: Music and mirth hand in hand, born to festivals as the earth is to dirt. Utsava can freely manipulate the volume of sounds to further enhance the experience of a festival, even going so far as to remove any long term damage it may cause. Properties that he can modify do vary somewhat depending on the festivity - no one wants to hear Christmas music during Halloween, for instance. He also has difficulty when it comes to individuals' voices, the will of speech being a steep hill to climb.

» And We do it All Again!: The end result of celebration is often disarray. In the wake of a festival, Utsava can gather the energy of willing participants to clean. Effectively, with a fully cooperative set of partygoers, he can make it appear as if nothing has happened at all. Any leftover debris or other misgivings from celebration are returned to Nidhana, making it incredibly difficult to recover once done.

» Where's the Next One?: The burgeoning extent of Utsava's spell craft, he can carve temporary doorways into the network of Nidhana that encapsulates Earth. By drawing his hand over an arch in space, a shimmering gateway is formed, allowing for the passage to anywhere the Nidhana is connected via his origin. Any celebration, any festival, no matter how far can be traveled to in but an instant. The door is a rare exception to the general nature of his abilities, not being enhanced or regulated by any number of participants. Rather, it functions as a one way ticket for one person, before closing.


» Name: Avatsu

» Appearance: A non-traditional partner, Avatsu appears to Utsava in the reflection of alcohol. A distorted take of his own appearance, the facial features swirl and morph independent of the liquid's own movement. Distinguishing them further is the reflections olive complexion, and the gold of his jewelry replaced by laurel wreaths. He speaks in a much deeper tone than Utsava, the end of his words slurring more often than not.

» Personality: Surprisingly serious, Avatsu is the faintest voice of reason to Utsava's endless binge that he calls life. If anything, he is much more complacent to do nothing, willing to lounge and bask in sunlight, rather than exert the precious resource of 'effort'. Nonetheless, they enjoy much of the same activities, and get along fairly alright; Avatsu becoming more prickly if he is bothered in rapid succession. Lazy and somewhat entitled, when push comes to shove he'd rather hide from Utsavu, stating: "Nah really tryna deal with dat. You gah id."


» Name: 12-Beat Shiva, Ever Sounding Drums

» Appearance: Four leather bound drums, each depicting three tomoe, and strung across a ring emerging from Utsava's back.

» Abilities: The drums born across Utsava's back beat in turn to his spiritual pressure, increasing in frequency and pitch as it does. An eternal sound, to stop beating would mean his death. Oddly enough, it does not interfere with hearing. Most, if not all, noises are still readily heard as if the drums were silent, although one could focus to listen to the drums above all else.

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» Name: Soma-Varuni, God's Eternal Liquor

» Appearance: A brown, doubly rotund bottle, wrapped in its midsection with a tether to be worn around the waist. It has no cap or fastener, instead pinching open or closed as willed.

» Abilities: To drink is to live - a liquor meant for celebration, it does not care for a drinker's constitution, capable of riling up anyone with so much as a drop. Not a drug or intoxicant, the liquor instead takes into account whoever drinks it desire. One cannot be made to drink it forcefully, as the liquid will refuse to be digested, passing through without concern. Similarly, it does not give hangovers, although a violent drunk will always be a violent drunk. An endless supply flows from the bottle, so long as it is being drank.


General Skills

• Durability: Adept
  
• General Speed: Adept
  
• Strength: Adept
  
• Martial Skill: Untrained

Danava Skills

• Origin Embodiment: Advanced
  
• Origin Focus: Untrained
  
• Atma Vatou: Beginner
  
• Eternal Partner: Adept

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Adept
  
• Mental Deduction: Beginner
  
• Focus: Untrained