Post by `` Manda-chan on May 3, 2008 14:28:34 GMT -5
Name: Kadaj Miyaki-Mora
Nickname: None
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height/Weight: 5'9'' 145lbs.
Appearance:
Nickname: None
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height/Weight: 5'9'' 145lbs.
Appearance:
Tall and lean, Kadaj was gifted with the looks of a demi-god. His softly sculpted and maintained figure is his temple, with long legs and a flat stomach. Gentle creases to show the start of abdominal muscles wanting to grow, though he won't let them. His effeminate features all too complimented by his lack of massively defined muscle. But just because he looked fragile did not mean he was weak or frail. He was far from that, his figure was just lithe and slender in its painted curves. Almost thin shoulders keep his oval head straight and upward. His long and slender jawline leading to rounded and pouted lips, pinked to the slightest degree. A ring dangled to the right side to add more pout.Picture:
Large ovaled eyes, hold deep chocolate rings around small bright black pupils. They're shaped with fine brown eye brows, plucked but still there in full glory. A long and barely curved nose was so carefully placed in the middle of his oval face, accented with high cheek bones and flawlessly pale skin. Pulled taut over the rest of his features, his skin was like porcelain. Soft and calling to be touched. Ears lined with numerous rings and gages, they were always highly coveted and decorated.
Kadaj kept his black hair longer, layered and feathered over his head and even into his face sometimes. He added extensions occasionally to make his 'do more interesting. They usually held a pitch color and stuck straight, chemically treated to be that way. For naturally it waved. But that was far too girlish and uncool to him. With that his clothes were fit to match his dark, almost goth hair. Ranging from deep purples and blues to blacks and heavy laces or chains, his clothes can vary. His style isn't something he really cares about, but he puts effort into buying new and unique clothes. Its like his canvas to display his pretty art work to others.
Clicky IchiPersonality:
Clicky Ni
Clicky San
Clicky Yon
Clicky Go
You cannot describe the wind as it blows by, or the fire as it flickers off in the night. Or at least to such a degree that it could be painted, or seen by the blind. So how is it possible to place a perfect picture of sanity over one who can only control his feelings for a split moment? Well, you can't. The creature that is Kadaj, so perfect in his insanity, is hard to paint him on another canvas. Another surface will damage him, kill his magic even. His burning fury and oh so sensitive romance makes him too unique, too fragile when placed under the gaze of judges.Likes/Dislikes:
But let us start with his fury, the fire that burns and lives within his young soul. It has no boundaries nor any restraints as it consumes him over the smallest of this, such as arguments and fist fights. It shoots up like a weed at random, spontaneously com busting to make a wild fire of dangerous hate and malice. Though none of it is calculated, he is all heart. No thoughts pass through as he jumps directly to his anger, his vengeance towards another. Even an object, Kadaj can only barely register who and why as he gets to the point of an emotional break down in hate. Though all is not lost as this youth does not stay within the boundaries and gloom or anger. He can feel much more.
Happiness is not only a rarity, but a treasure. Every moment that a smile graces his pretty lips is a blessing as this one does not like to be happy. It leaves him vulnerable and easily set off, back into la la anger land. Smiles only grace us when he has been made to smile. For if left on his own he would only scowl and glare. Being of such a young and tender age, the youth thrives in self remorse and hate. Happiness is what he needs, though he does not know it. He only feels such anger and hate as he runs from what brings a laugh. His laugh is such a break in the ice, it brings such a contagious commodity of love and smiles. Blushes could even grace cheeks if he but only smiles.
Anger is not to be mistaken with depression, for even though he loathes in angst, this one is not all too depressed. Though he can become so, not easily. But it can happen. When this youth is lost in the void of sadness and despair, nothing seems to pull him out. There is not way to escape, to him. Only the all consuming sadness, though no tears will fall. The boy is too strong to cry. He has not always been oh strong, for he cried as a child to be loved. And he coddled the pillow he owned and cried to the night for dreams of happy childs play. But after living in such despair and hate, he has since learned that it is all just child's play. Nothing more. Kadaj is no longer that child of the night.
So basically, the complex being that calls himself Kadaj Miyaki-Mora is not only an angsty teen. But one who wants to love and grow and change. He may be quick to fight and abuses his sharp tongue one too many times, but he is sweet under it all. And even though his hard has grown hard, it is not cold in side. He can feel the tendrils of love and it is so sensitive to his rough nerves. Too intangible, but dreamable as he goes on with his harsh unreality. He may just be normal yet.
Likes:Powers:
• Sparring
• Fighting
• Sword play
• Strange weapons
• Sex
• Painting
• Poetry
• Music [all but country and polka]
• Black
• Purple
• Wasabi
• Books
• Internet
Dislikes:
• Cheesy movies
• Broken mirrors
• Birds
• Pink
• Yellow
• Whiny people
• Being beat at something
• Death
• Racism
• Most blood
Temporal duplicationWeaknesses:
Ability to bring past and future versions of oneself back to the present. Kadaj can bring forward or back versions of himself in time. They're physical forms, but if hit or struck with something they phase back to their time. So they cannot take harm or damage. Their ability to harm another is limited as well, they cannot do more then punch or kick another from the present time. He is still mastering his summoned future and past Kadaj's, so they have tendencies to cut out or fade away if he looses concentration or if some other energy force far stronger than his comes into contact with them. Kadaj only uses these for his own entertainment, since they are so fragile and basically useless for now. But if he could learn to keep them solid long enough to do damage, using them as weapons is tangible.
Though Kadaj enjoys the company of his past and future selves, he commonly will bring up his child hood image to compare with how he has changed or grown up. His future self is only brought up when he wishes to spar with someone, or if he is upset and needs some sort of guidance. The insanity in talking to yourself is only how you perceive it, but his lack of some nuts and bolts leaves him in an awkward state when real people approach him.
Cross-dimensional awareness
Ability to detect actions and events in other dimensions. This power comes to help him sense where in time he should snatch himself. It it not a strong sense, nor could he ever rely on it for any help. He has never tried to sense anyone other than himself in another dimension, but he could if he focused enough. Though focusing requires energy, which he uses up constantly with his violent outbursts.
Power sensing
Ability to sense or recognize superhuman powers. Over time Kadaj has become more aware of other powers, other people with powers, though it is always a guessing game to what they are. He has gotten good at sensing and judging the person to guess their powers. But being just a big naïve kid half the time, he is about forty percent wrong when he guesses. So his strategy is to search people with powers out, and wait for them to surface. His ego hates being wrong. But his curiosity wants to know about other people.
• One weakness that Kadaj carries with him everywhere is his rage. Since it is near impossible to control, the sudden violence he throws out can be manipulated and used against him. With ease, one could be the downfall of the youth with just one or two pokes and prods at his ego and emotions.Other Skills:
• Blood. Kadaj bleeds easily and it is hard to stop. Being a hemophiliac, Kadaj tries to avoid being in contact with sharp objects because getting his body to heal is just a pain.
• Bringing up his child hood mistakes. It is one of the few things that can hurt him deeply and make him become and introvert with no other want but to crawl in a corner and die.
• Basically any other human weakness, since he is only a human after all.
• He fears dying, giant spiders, lots of blood, being ugly or unwanted, never seeing his brother again.
• Sword play. Self explanatory, Kadaj is not the best but fairly efficient.History:
• Martial arts. jujitsu and judo mainly. Still learning.
• Sniper. Kadaj took classes in sniping out things, and though he doesn't always arm himself with a gun, he can use one well.
• Art. He paints, draws and sculpts in his free time.
• Guitar. He played in bands growing up, and in solitude.
Born on a cold night, Kadaj Miyaki started out his life being hated. His mother was a crack whore that didn't want him and he was always being switched from foster home to foster home. Kadaj never got a chance to be a normal kid, after he got old enough to talk and walk he spent his days locked in his room and listening to music. And when his mother finally took him back, his solid life that he had formed, the pattern that he grew up in to five years, was flipped up side down. His mother, Anna, still did drugs and was as crazy as they come. Late at night, Kadaj would be torn from his bed, blamed for stealing her drug money and beat until he stopped crying. Well, after a few rounds of that, he no longer cried. At six he was locked in a closet for days at a time, his mother would tell him it was to protect him from the demons around him.Other Characters: Iya, none yet.
He never believed that.
After a few years of insanity, Kadaj ran away. He couldn't stand being with the one he used to know as mother and wanted to be free. And since then he has encountered many interesting people. One of which, a girl who he has named as his first love. Morain, a twenty year old whore, was who he fell in love with at fifteen. He fought for jobs to raise enough money to buy her from her pimp, but when said dealer found out he was going to lose his prize whore, he sent out his guys to stop it all. Kadaj, even with his skill in fighting, couldn't hold off the four older and far stronger men and was beat to near death and dumped in a river. He floated down stream and soon woke up in the care of an old hermit woman. She told him all she could read off his bruises, cuts and broken bones, but Kadaj couldn't remember how he had gotten them. He remembered his crack whore mother and all her abusive boyfriends, but nothing like the horrors of being beat.
In search of the truth, the fifteen year old tracked down his mother. But it was too late, two days before she had died in her small apartment. She overdosed and by the time someone had found her there was no way to bring her back. Sitting alone in her bed, Kadaj held her last hit of heroin in his hands and thought of what life would be like if he had been able to save her. Would she have stopped these ways? Or stayed and died again later? Kadaj could only hope that she was happier now without these heavy weights to hold her down. Glancing to the side, he saw a picture of a little boy. With a note under it, he could barely read. All he could make out was “Wiz”. That name... it sounded so familiar deep down to Kadaj. He rummaged through his mothers belongings to find that this Wiz was his little brother. Was his brother dead? How old would he be? The picture looked new, the edges weren't frayed at all. And in the picture Wiz looked around five....
With that, he head back to the hermit lady and told her all he knew about his life. She smiled and told him he was no longer a part of that, he could move on and be so much more.And this is where he learned his powers. For the hermit, was not only a hermit, but a four hundred year old shaman. A little wary at first, it took a couple years before he could finally get to where his powers where manageable. He left on a hike one day, and to his dismay a group of 'bandits' came and killed his only friend. The shaman lady was dead, and Kadaj vowed to find out why she was killed. Though there was a note for him, one hidden oh so carefully that he found months later.
”Kadaj,
I know it may seem hard for you. But do not look too hard into my death. Look for Wiz. His real name is Aticus Mora, you mother married a man named Nicholas Mora and he is also your father.”
Kadaj could barely contain his rage. Was this Nicholas person his friends killer? Was he taking care of his little brother? The youth could not be sure, but it had been years now since he had been to the city. He didn't even know how to really socialize by now. But he had to find answers. He needed them.