Tsumi

TSUMI

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(Haemomancy) Due to Tsumi's unique biology, he is capable of increasing the rate at which blood coagulates and stop himself from bleeding out if need be. Coupled with his abnormal amount of white blood cells, this allows him to actually heal himself of physical wounds rapidly at the cost of his focus in battle.
DAMAGE: 0 COST: 6 mp
EFFECTS: Self heal for 4 hp. Cleanses bleed status.


(Ability Type) Short description.
DAMAGE: 0 COST: 0
EFFECTS: None.


(Ability Type) Short description.
DAMAGE: 0 COST: 0
EFFECTS: None.

hotheaded, disorganized, free spirited, hyperactive, happy go-lucky, sadistic, belittling, distrustful, compulsive liar, sexist





The Tarturus, the vast well of mortal souls deep beneath the Pantheon, writhed and lashed about ferociously as a blood curdling scream rose from its depths. If it were to be compared to a living beast, one could say that something seemed to have upset its stomach. A vicious soul from the planet Earth had indeed made its way here, but every fiber of its existence disagreed with where it had been placed. For most people it would have been an impossible task to escape this fate; the fate which a vast majority of the living would eventually succumb to in time.

Tsumi wasn't most people. In fact, whether you could regard Tsumi as a person at all would be a matter of opinion and personal experience with the creature.

The ectoplasmic form gnawed and gnashed at the other souls that swirled around it, gorging itself in a last ditch effort to regain its grip on the material plane. Finding its exploits successful, the wailing eventually changed along with the soul's appearance. Cackling. A maddening laugh rang out as a black claw dug itself from the pit of the damned and clawed at the well's edge. Strawberry blonde hair and a mouth full of sharpened teeth erupted from the ethereal, gasping at the stale air around it, reclaimed lungs feasting greedily upon what they had been missing.

"DEATH? WHAT IS DEATH TO SIN ITSELF?!" Tsumi's words echoed in harmony with the countless wails of torment from the new additions being made to the Tartarus at a constant. He responded to himself with another booming laugh and the man darted forward aimlessly, head spinning. He stretched his limbs and looked at his new surroundings through newborn eyes. Curiosity killed the cat, but it hadn't led to his own demise. No, something far more sinister than mere acquisitiveness was used to bring down what many had called a demon.

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Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die.

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Born from copulation forced upon a human woman by a great ogre which made its home in the Akaishi Mountains of Japan, Tsumi was named out of her spite and abandoned in the forests. The black claws and fanged maw he had inherited from his father, as well as an almost supernatural intellect, aided him in surviving his abnormal infancy. The boy lived off of whatever unlucky animals crossed his path as he journeyed the small country, even able to wrestle down full grown pandas with his heteromorphic strength. While he did come across several humans in his travels, the unclothed beast-man made sure to never make himself apparent to them. The memories of his mother's ungodly hatred for him from birth saw to it that he wouldn't trust that half of his heritage.

That is, until he came across an adventurous young lady named Sumiko. Born from a wealthy family, the girl ventured the forests in her free time as she had no interest in the pampered lifestyle her parents wished her to lead. Her life changed when she fell into the vine covered cavern that Tsumi had been calling home. Their meeting was far from fairy tale standard for this type of situation, however. In fact, the half-human leaped upon her after recovering from the initial shock of having something fall in on him. Murderous intent subsided as he noted the intense fear in the girl's eyes, however. She didn't look at him like the only other human he had been forced to make acquaintance with had. Not a shred of hate fell from Sumiko's gaze onto Tsumi's bare form, only fear.

He allowed her to escape with her life that day, tossing her out of his small hovel and taking his leave to hunt something which would actually sate his hunger. The wild man didn't expect to see her again, and he didn't for a time. A week to be exact. On Sumiko's return, Tsumi was definitely confused, but his heart sank as he took note of her reasoning for coming. She laid a large paper bag before him and sat back in wait for him to finish inspecting the warm clothing and blanket within.

Twenty years from that day he swore he would never show another bit of kindness to the world that had taken Sumiko from him. She was killed by a stray bullet during a simple store robbery. The perpetrator was never found by police, but he didn't need to be. Justice had been served as far as Tsumi was concerned; the entrails he fed upon that night weren't nearly enough however. The woman who brought him out of the wild, clothed him, bathed him, and even loved him... Nothing could replace her, and nothing could strip him of this newfound hatred for humanity. Tsumi now understood why his mother had looked at him the way she did before abandoning him.

He understood how powerful an unchangeable hatred for having something pure stolen from you could be.

Years passed, and with each year the crimes against humanity that this demon committed increased in number. He sewed seeds of hatred across the land, abducted innocents, raided homes, destroyed property, demolished entire buildings, and even with all of this because of his father's genes he could never be caught. No one had even a fragment of a clue as to who committed these atrocities, and none could connect them to one another.

None except for the one greatest threat to Tsumi's life he had never expected to meet.

The day he stood within his father's shadow was the same one he saw to it that he would eventually fall beneath that same shadow. After nearly 120 years of spreading chaos, his tainted blood that granted him the expanded lifespan to make this possible had finally reached ripeness from the evil spreading through his veins. He was made a meal just as the foxes, deer, and all manner of animals he had fed on were, the ogre striking him down without so much as a blink.

[b]TOUKEN RANBU, iwatooshi[/b] as [i]tsumi[/i]