Aburu, Benishi

[Benishi]

==============General Information==============

-Name-
Aburu , Benishi
-Age-
17
-Gender-
Male
-Occupation-
High School Student, Senior
-Allegiance-
Kiyomaru, undercover member of Libra.

=================Appearance=================
Benishi is what one could call “small” for his age and class, topping off at 5’7” and weighing in at a relatively low 127 lb. His build is relatively skin tight, with very few regions of fat collected under his skin. Small clusters of toned muscles have formed along his arm and legs, which show that he is incredibly fit, but doesn’t heavily weight train or the like. Because he is shorter than most of his classmates, and many of the underclassmen, he tends to stand straighter than his slumped-over colleges.

Benishi’s silken hair is of a deep brown, a tone that nears black in even the slightest shade. It thoroughly covers his head, dropping nearly a foot down his back, which easily allows him to be mistaken for a girl with his slender figure. With its length, he has found it easiest to maintain when held back in several braids tied off most frequently with dark red hair bands. His coldly shaded ultramarine eyes seem to reflect opposites: shifting patterns of fire held underneath a slate of ice. His skin is like that of desert sands in the early morning, just slightly damp from condensation.

While in school, Benishi reluctantly wears the uniform, trying in vain to wholly express himself though it. Rather, it is what he is found in out of school that shows who he is. Frequently found wearing a crimson t shirt, it is covered with a black zip up vest, its zipper’s silver giving a shine to the relatively dark combination. As pants, a simple black pair of “medical” style jeans fits appropriately, each pocket filled with something or the other. His shoes are simple red-lined black sneakers, which are for the most part, covered by his pants.

Since he is in the same school as many members of Libra however, his wardrobe varies greatly during the times that he may come across them fighting a Shadow or the like.

=================Personality=================
Benishi has been called fairly anti-social by his classmates, but that is to be expected from someone of his allegiance. Amid those who he views as enemies, he has only one option: lay low. Though there may be those he is allied with in the class, he has a tendency to view himself as superior to the inferior shadows, the only ones worthy of his respect being the Jin’ei and Tanjin himself.

In his relations with people, as they are inevitable, he often replies very swiftly, with either a simple “Yes” or “No,” and if an explanation is required, he sums it up with as little words are required. The very antithesis to this appears when he is in battle, making rather rash, long-winded comments towards his foes. He feels little remorse to those that die before his hand, or for that matter, the hand of anyone. They died; they deserved it.

Anyone in his path is a wall to be knocked down, starting with the biggest ones and working down to the small fry, because, who for the matter cares about them? They serve better as the pavement on the road he walks. The only real exceptions to this rule are the individuals above: the Jin’ei and Tenjin; anybody else is fair game.
==================History==================

Benishi started as any typical life begins, being born to a typical mother and father in a typical hospital in the typical way. He had no malformations, no negative medical conditions, ad had no real need to be in the nursery for any amount of time at all. He came home to the typical house, filled with typical furniture for a typical new family.

His typical grandparents fussed over who he had inherited traits from. His typical older cousins picked him up, carried him about, and messed with his tubby little baby arms and legs. He had the He life was typical in every way…

…Until the passing of his mother. In less than an hour, Kumori’s typical infancy was turned upside down into an infancy of chaos. His memories were so little, her soft skin, warm smile, wonderful cooking… It was all gone. Within the first four years of his life, he experienced the same feelings those ten times his age are usually left to bear on their hearts.

Normality slowly restored in the family of father and son, becoming like any typical single father. However, despite being the typical single father, it still wasn’t horribly typical for such a thing to happen at this age. The balance slowly leveled out; the turbulence of the storm had passed for now. And now, the beginning of good years – hopeful years could start. Benishi found himself starting school.

In this school, he met his first friends, who all, for some reason or another, seemed to have been older than him, if only by a few months. He was the youngest, and that alone prompted the hugs and cuddles from a few of the girls in the class. Even the teachers seemed to have an eye on him, their smiles greeting him every time he went down the hallway to deliver a message to the office and the like. Everything was perfect.

Hopping off of the bus and running up the sidewalk from his last day of kindergarten, he turned, laughing as the kids he knew waved to him, and he waved back. It was officially SUMMER TIME! He walked in the door, expecting his dad to try to scare him as he usually did… But there was no yelling or scaring by him. Benishi didn’t take a horrible note of it; his dad had been having to work overtime a lot for his work.

His father didn’t seem to come home until very late at night, when Benishi was nearly asleep. He heard the steps of his shoes along the floor, going into the washroom. Wanting to surprise his dad, he had been waiting in the hallway, and upon seeing his dad’s feet, he leapt up to hug him but seemed to just slip of his dad front, like it was covered with soap. Looking at his arms and front, he saw some red liquid, like the stuff that came out when he scratched his knees roller-skating.

His dad looked down and picked up Benishi, sitting him on the washing table, where he took a rag and washed off the liquid. “Are you ok?” He asked, in that warm and happy tone he always gave Benishi. He quickly nodded, his face brimming with the happiness and energy only a child’s face could possibly show. After washing is son up more, he gave him a few pats on his head and looked up, his arm suddenly tensing up as his hand froze on Benishi’s head. “Shit.”

Benishi had never heard his dad say this before, and the voice he had said it with was the one that he often used to scold Benishi. “What’s wrong daddy?” He looked up at his dad’s pale face, which was looking in the mirror. He then looked behind his dad, into the living room, where he saw a large black… thing. He knew that if his big, tough dad was afraid of something, it was bad.

“Run…” his dad said, picking Benishi up and setting him up on the windowsill. “Don’t stop.” He turned around, looking at the jumbled mess of black vines. “Don’t look back.” He then lunged towards the thing, having ripped the towel holder from the wall. “RUN!” Benishi just sat there, watching as his dad leapt at the thing. Why should he run? Why? His dad was strong. He could fight it.

His dad crashed through the wall of the room. He was hurt. What was going on? Benishi leapt out the window out of fright from the crash, but just sat there, watching as his dad slowly got up, but then was stabbed by several blades from the end of the creature’s vines. He collapsed. Benishi screamed. The beast looked up at the child. He was paralyzed.

He stood there, watching as a masked face came up and looked at him. What was this feeling? He wanted to run. He wanted to yell out. Yet he couldn’t. As the feeling intensified, Benishi seemed to break free from the feeling. He screamed. Loud. The mask seemed to back up a little as Benishi’s eyes began to glow with a bright white, and then before the two, a man consumed in fire appeared.

“I am Huracan. .”

In a heartbeat, the beast was in frozen shackles and cleaved into mincemeat. The light faded, and Benishi collapsed into the windowsill, falling beside his father. His glazed over eyes brightened for a minute, looking over at Benishi. “Thank You…” His lispy voice said. His hand reached into a pocked, pulling out a small black box he seemed to always carry around. “Take these…” He placed the box in Benishi’s hand and took a breath, his last breath.

Tears came to Benishi’s eyes, who threw the box aside. “Dad?” Nothing. “Dad?” He asked again, but again, with no answer. “DAD!” This time, he pushed his father, who limply shook in place. He then let out a scream, “DAD!!!” And then, collapsed on top of his dad’s bloody body, completely exhausted, tears coming to him as he passed out.

His eyes flitted open later that night, being carried away by a man dressed in a police officer’s uniform. He shook for a minute against the holding arms, and leapt out of them as his rescuer walked to a van. He ran back inside the house, to the room where his dad still lay in a pool of that red liquid from before. His eyes darted around as a couple of the officers began to run towards him. He found the black case his father had handed him, and reached out, taking hold of it as an officer grabbed his wrist. He quickly stowed it in his shorts pocket unnoticed as he was walked out of the house and into a new life…

The officers at the station were nice to him. They brought him warm food and gave him a big bed to sleep at. Benishi… couldn’t have been more upset. He wanted to go home. He wanted his dads burnt food. He wanted his own soft bed. He wanted his DAD. He just wanted people to come and talk to him…

…And someone did. The glass door of his “room” opened, revealing two faces he could barely remember. It was not until they spoke that he realized who they were – his aunt and uncle, he only couple in the family who seemed to be unable to bear a child of their own. He ran to them, his eyes in tears. He just wanted to go to someone he knew. And so began his life with his adoptive relatives – in a typical apartment home of a not so typical city.

Looking back on these years now, it fills Benishi with disgust. He was weak; he was a coward. He was a child. His teen years began just a few years afterwards, and it was in these years his interest on what had happened that night piqued his interest. There was something off. He didn’t remember the shadow ever leaving, or for that matter, he didn’t remember passing out. All he remembered was calling to his father, and then darkness.

The research lead to old newspaper articles from surrounding cities, all seeming to have a very strange story about them. One newspaper read about a demon called a shadow, and it having attacked the household for the same reasons other houses had been invaded. However, one article truly piqued his interest. It talked about him. It stated that he had mindlessly slaughtered his father, and that was one thing he knew hadn’t happened. But that was not all. The thing that Benishi had supposedly slaughtered his family with made no sense at all…

“Per…so…na…”

The discovery of this strange term lead to more research and more newspaper article findings, all seeming to point at these “Persona” as demons that people contain… Demons that are bloodthirsty killers. To Benishi, this just didn’t seem right. Why would two of the same thing exist? But how, or for that matter, why, was he described as one?

It was now mid-semester at school, and Benishi had kept up his research on persona and found that they seemed to only be able to be summoned at certain times, and at that time, apparently only those that could use them and shadows could even move. With this knowledge in hand, Benishi began staying up until these times, trying to figure out what made it happen that day.

For the first few nights, he simply recollected on what had happened those nights, putting himself into a rather emotional wreck rather than accomplishing anything. However, at the end of the second week of trying this, he remembered something: the box his father had given him that night. He slowly pulled the black object from his pocket, having not opened it since the night it was given to him.

Removing the lid, he found a set of very strange cards within, each with its own name. Shuffling through for a while, he came across one that just seemed “different” to him: The Star. He just looked it in his hands, remembering what had happened that night, remembering the box being given to him from his father’s hands - his father dying…

…and then, his hands slipped. The card before him tore in two. The last thing his father had given him was gone. And then it happened. As like before, a figure erupted forth, a man covered with flames, waist down like a serpentine coil of clouds. There he simply hovered, Benishi looking on, to put it simply. However, as he did so, the flames from the man got larger, and larger, and continually larger. He was destroying the apartment!

Within a few simple minutes, the flames reached a peak, and let off a rather large explosion, shattering through the roof above and the bedrock below. Unbeknownst to Benishi, the entire event unfolded in front of one man’s eyes: Tenjin Musha. This meeting was one that couldn’t have helped Benishi more than anything else in the world. Tenjin could make him stronger, and show him how to control his persona…

…At a cost…

…That was nearly four years ago. Now Benishi is a senior in High School, having put the majority of his past behind him. The fire was dismissed as a malfunction of a gas heater, but his Aunt and Uncle passed away in the inferno. Sacrifices had to be made at times, and at that time, their lives, and the lives of several others had to be taken into account. He holds no grudge for that day, merely smiling back on it for whom he met, and what he learned…

…And today, he can say he wields a Persona.

==================Persona==================
Huracan

-Persona Appearance-
Link
-Arcana-
Star
=====Stats=====
- Slash-
N/A
- Strike-
N/A
- Pierce-
N/A
- Fire-
Absorb
- Ice-
Null
- Lightning-
N/A
- Wind-
Weak
- Light-
N/A
- Dark-
N/A
-Stats (In-Depth)-
Huracan is not the fastest. Nor is he the Strongest, Mentally or Physically. He, put simply, is only slightly above average in most things, if average is human capabilities. His true special talent comes in how one of his motions, defenses, or attacks seem to chain into one another. This allows him to carry the strength and speed associated with one attack seamlessly into another, boosting the next one by a minor amount until a strike is made. (Translation: If one of his attacks misses on one post, then the attack on the next post is 10% stronger than normal. It keeps on adding 10% until an attack connects.)
-Skills-

-Blazing Assault-
Utilizing the fire that constantly courses through his body, Huracan can then throw it off in streams or balls of fire carried by his punches. As a another form of attack, he can expel all the flames from his body, creating an area shockwave of fire.
-Absolute Zero-
Despite the technique’s name, it doesnot turn the area to absolute zero temperatures. That’d be crazy. Instead, Huracan can freeze the water in the surrounding air to what he deems fit, be it a spear or shield, to harmless snowflakes.
-Crimson Lightning-
With this technique, Huracan can conjure up strands of electricity from his form, rather than fire, and use them to much the same effect as the techniques in his Blazing Assault with whips and bursts of electricity from his palms and such.
-N/A-
-N/A-
-N/A-
-N/A-
-N/A-
-Skill Pool-
1.) -Reserved-
2.) -Reserved-
3.) -Reserved-
4.) -Reserved-
5.) -Reserved-
6.) -Reserved-
7.) -Reserved-
8.) -Reserved-

=================Equipment=================

-Primary Weapon-
Kris
-Secondary Weapon-
Athame
-Yen-
1000
-Items-
-Set of 22 Tarot Cards-
Although Benishi can summon his Persona on a whim, he carries around a “deck” of 22 tarrot cards, that one will quickly realize are all of the “Star” Tarot. These merely serve as a backup method of summoning, if he wants to be able to walk after the encounter he is getting into.
-Obsidian Ring-
The second thing he inherited from his father, Benishi wears a multi-faceted black obsidian ring on his left index finger. It aids him in calling forth strong memories by which to summon his Persona.
-Other-
Voiced by: Kappei Yamaguchi – L – Death Note @ 1:56
Normal Theme: Undecided
Battle Theme: Sandstorm - Darude

[Yuhei]

Massive Approval to the well made and thought out char as usual Kumori

[Benishi]

;) Thanks. Now, where to begin....