Post by Ryujin on Mar 24, 2021 5:28:55 GMT -5
Antantaru Akiyama “Ryujin”
THE Marksman POKEMON
| AGE | GENDER | ALLEGIANCE | OCCUPATION |
| Forty-four | Male | Resistance | Marksman |
APPEARANCE
At 5'2 and 120 lbs, Ryujin is very much an odd one out in the family. Where most of them stand tall, Ryujin is very small, very flexible and very fast. Even if his older age starts threatening to slow him down, he's spent a long time taking care of his body physically, keeping him in well enough shape. He has black hair, with grey flecks throughout it, mostly along his temples and down his jaw line. His eyes are a deep, dark brown, nearly black themselves.
For piercings, he has nose bridge piercings, ear piercings and will sometimes wear cuffs if he's feeling like it. Tattoo wise, he has a Silver Feather tattoo on his outer left thigh. Down his left arm, across his chest and on parts of his back left shoulder, he has a stormy tattoo, depicting a Dragonair wrapping down his arm. This functions as a cover up tattoo, to help hide the heinous amount of scarring that runs from his shoulder, all the way down to his hand. Some scarcely seen but other noticeable scars are the lash marks along the backs of his thighs. There are a few other scars, gained from the wear and tear of life, and he rolls with them.
Clothing wise, it greatly varies. He has compression sleeves and shirts, as well as a very light type and flexible chest-plate like armor that can fit under hoodies and shirts. The set is typically completed by shin guards, just as flexible as the chest piece. But when he wants to go casual, he's more than ok with settling for a hoodie, jeans and boots. Though... in anrui weather, the hoodie can get a bit overbearing compared to Mt.Silver, so t-shirts have to be ok at times.
If you’re going to get him to go somewhere where dressing up is needed, good luck getting him to dye the grey hairs black, but you can squeeze him into a black, blue and white suit, with a shoulder guard on the right side and black gloves.
For piercings, he has nose bridge piercings, ear piercings and will sometimes wear cuffs if he's feeling like it. Tattoo wise, he has a Silver Feather tattoo on his outer left thigh. Down his left arm, across his chest and on parts of his back left shoulder, he has a stormy tattoo, depicting a Dragonair wrapping down his arm. This functions as a cover up tattoo, to help hide the heinous amount of scarring that runs from his shoulder, all the way down to his hand. Some scarcely seen but other noticeable scars are the lash marks along the backs of his thighs. There are a few other scars, gained from the wear and tear of life, and he rolls with them.
Clothing wise, it greatly varies. He has compression sleeves and shirts, as well as a very light type and flexible chest-plate like armor that can fit under hoodies and shirts. The set is typically completed by shin guards, just as flexible as the chest piece. But when he wants to go casual, he's more than ok with settling for a hoodie, jeans and boots. Though... in anrui weather, the hoodie can get a bit overbearing compared to Mt.Silver, so t-shirts have to be ok at times.
If you’re going to get him to go somewhere where dressing up is needed, good luck getting him to dye the grey hairs black, but you can squeeze him into a black, blue and white suit, with a shoulder guard on the right side and black gloves.
PERSONALITY
| POSITIVE - Clear Minded - Independent - Cooperative - Brave - Honest NEGATIVE - Silent - Blunt - Loner - Wary of deep relationships - Emotionally Distant | Clear minded but Wary of deep relationships, Ryujin was trained and taught to always keep a clear mind, and the meditative state that archery seems to put him into definitely helped teach him how to keep his mind clear, but he'll always, always be wary of forming any kind of relationship. He's very cautious of who he allows to get close, making sure he knows them well enough before even considering the word 'friend'. Independent but also cooperative, a part of having a clear mind is part of knowing when you need to work together with someone. He's always willing to work together with someone long enough to accomplish something, and while he's wary of deep relationships, that doesn't mean he's a rude asshole who won't pass you the salt at the table. He can function perfectly well on his own, and knows how to play well with others, even if he doesn't speak all too often. Honest but maybe a bit too blunt, Ryujin never had the glory of friendship as he grew up, only his abusive parents to be around. Ryujin has always been the person that'll be straightforward and honest with you, in those rare times he did actually interact with people, but he... Well, subtlety wasn't his strong suit. He, far too often in these circumstances, would say it as it was maybe a bit too clearly. The Emotionally distant Loner that he is, it's surprising he's cooperative at all with how he is. While he prefers to be alone, that doesn't mean he's incapable of understanding what teamwork is. (Despite how his job was, quite literally, be alone and never be spotted) A part of him being a loner though, is partly due to his upbringing, job and how he chose to live, he became emotionally distant. It didn't take much for Ryujin, at a younger age, to start shoving his emotions down to keep them away from him and others. Brave and silent, Ryujin isn't scared of much of anything, and when he may feel the needles down the back of his neck of something sitting on his chest, he'll keep going, one to see the job get done. But he doesn't speak, and some people that he works with may find it frustrating. Even when scared, Ryujin is almost completely silent, and if he doesn't choose to speak what words he needs to, he'll actually just use JSL. The silence is partially due to how he’s always been, having spoken his first word when he was four and discovering his speech impairment, as well as living most of his life in silence, alone. It should be noted that Ryujin does indeed have ticks, and was never taught to hide them because he was never taught to move among crowds. The whole purpose of him being called in for a job was to not be seen and to do the job swiftly. He’s not good at dealing with people, and does definitely have Scopophobia. |
BACKGROUND
”Counting down the days until I break.”
CW // Child Abuse / Trained assassin
Antantaru Akiyama, or "Gloomy" and "Autumn Mountain" for a name, was born in Blackthorn while a heavy fog sat over the mountains and into the small city for well over a week. Granted, why parents would choose to name their child gloomy was well beyond anybody, but Antantaru grew up like that. From his earliest memories, vibrant more than normal with no thanks to his photographic memory, his life was always grey and dreary. Dreaded home, dreaded school, dreaded waking up, he would dread anything and everything. What was the point of waking up if every time you woke up, you were berated in some form or manner, be it physical, emotional or else.
But no one ever told him that none of this wasn't normal. To him, he was living a perfectly normal childhood. Sleeping on the floor, his only meal for the day being school lunches and when school wasn't in, he got scraps, more than usual after a certain discovery though. When he was five, he got a hold of something he shouldn't have. He found his father's old bow in the basement, as well as some arrows. A dusty old thing, really, and very old, made for a child. Without thinking of repercussions, only with how natural it felt to be in his hand, and how natural it felt to knock and draw the arrow, he fired it into a target and smiled right as the arrow thwacked into the center.
And he kept doing it. For once, things weren't so dreary, and he felt like he'd found something he never knew he was missing. The way the arrow sailed through the air just felt so natural. Five year old Antantaru had no idea how to put it into words. The sting in his fingers from pulling the string back didn't mean a damn thing, and for once, his parents when they found him outside of his room had nothing to do or say at the sight of the arrows in the target.
They treated him... a little better, though not by much. He started actually getting a bit more food as he grew, at home, but they were still mean towards him. Despite that, he continued to excel with the bow, as he had learned it was called, and by the age of ten, his parents had taken it upon themselves to use this as a chance. Antantaru loved the bow and honestly had no idea how he had survived at all without one in his hand. Who cares if an infant couldn't fire a bow?
His parents had made it very clear that what he had wasn't a toy, but it had never felt like one. Screw them! This was a part of him. It was something that he had been missing to make him feel like something. Holding a bow took some of the dread away from his life.
And the weapon would find its way through his life, even when he was twelve and suffered a horrible injury in a motorcycle accident. His father had been a bit too careless, causing them to wipe out and the subsequent force of flying off the bike and sliding down the road had rendered his left arm entirely useless. Both him and his father were taken to the hospital, where his dad was treated for broken bones, and the doctors worked on doing their best to put Antantaru's arm back together.
But even through his recovery, as soon as he was cleared in that dreary physical therapy to be able to draw a bow again, he took it back up and well... it sucked, not being able to draw the same weight as he used to be able to, but it was the one thing that gave him happiness, and he found a way to channel that into his recovery.
But he couldn't be shooting a bow constantly. His life was still dreary, and when he got a coverup tattoo for the heinous scars covering his left arm when he was fifteen, it worsened things between him and his parents. And things continued to spiral. Dreary Antantaru was already living day by day the best he could, archery tournament after archery tournament to try to get by, his earth-shattering victories still not being enough to appease his parents. He'd never be good enough, not to his parents, not to his teachers, not to himself. No amount of practice could fix him...
When he was seventeen, he dropped out of school and ran away.
Easy to do when you had nothing but hand me down clothes and a bow. Though, his uncle Osiris knew of him running away, and after a bit of trying to talk to the dreary teen that he knew little about, he was able to take him in, if only for a little bit. It was difficult to talk to Antantaru, but Osiris allowed him to finish his cover-up tattoo as long as he let a good friend of his, Daniel, fill it in for him. He didn't keep his name either, as he was taken into the Syndicate, he picked up a cover up name, Ryujin. To symbolize the seas he'd never been able to see where Lugia dwell, but had always had the wish to see for himself.
Ryujin went on to live his life under that name, but still meeting very few people, and making no friends. His cousins, Zeus and Daisuke, were at least tolerable enough, so much so that they were the only ones, aside from Branton, his boss, that could keep contact with him when he fled into Mt. Silver when he was twenty. He'd go on to live a life of solitude there.
Things were still dreary, but he'd push it down, keeping himself busy day by day with painting, tending to the garden or hunting. He'd occasionally be given hits, and no thanks to his photographic memory once again, he'd be capable of remembering every detail to report back, even the stuff that wasn't needed but was apparently nice to have. Ok.
There was one particular set of eyes that sat with him though, after a hit was put out on a crime boss. Another thing he'd write down in detail to dedicate to memory. It wasn't often that he had feelings about people, like he'd meet them again or that they seemed different enough to be that noticeable to him- whatever it was, fuck it, he wrote it down.
He'd live on that mountain top as well for years to come, known as Cousin Lazarus to Zeus and Daisuke to help protect his cover name, Ryujin. He had become known to people through rumors as a ghost, a non-existent being and to some, as a Decidueye that apparently had a thirst for human blood, an archer that had never been seen. He did his job well, but he still felt dreary, even as he worked to keep himself busy and eventually, it began to chip at him.
Recently, at that wonderful age of forty-three, Ryujin began to have dreams. They'd start off with him feeling heavy, oh-so heavy. It was hard to walk, his bow weighed heavily in his hand and his feet would drag. Through a forest they would walk, trees covered in fungi, everything covered in fungi. A sign that Ryujin knew well as a symbol of loneliness. But at first, he refused to see that. He continued walking, and as the dreams continued night after night, his body got heavier and heavier.
Until he finally could no longer stand. Each dream after that, he'd lay on the ground, broken and unable to move, his bow broken next to him as fungus slowly grew towards him until it took him over. He was forty-four and decided that maybe, he should take the dream's warnings. Loneliness was growing and overtaking him, twenty-four years alone on Mt. Silver, tending plants, hunting food, painting and upkeeping his fitness had worn on him. As much as he liked being alone, he felt a weak, familiar pang in his chest that he felt so long ago as a small child. Loneliness.
With one more dream, the loner would open his eyes to be laying on a strange island, his cousin Zeus sitting next to him with Daisuke, both of them looking down at him before finally saying some obscure words to him. They were surrounded by the tropics, and while the fungus no longer reached toward him, he was still heavy and broken. Texting Zeus, he asked where he was at, and figured it was time to retire from his job in the syndicate in this mountain.
Maybe heading to that place Zeus was at and offering his services there- Well, maybe being closer to his cousin wouldn't hurt and maybe he’d actually find a true purpose than slowly going mad on the mountain top. The dreams were a sign, and he would follow them.
MISCELLANEOUS
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| Daxton | [b]Overwatch[/b] - Hanzo Shimada, [i]Ryujin[/i] |
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