Marine :: Kyosei "Carlak" Tarsen
May 16, 2014 16:56:52 GMT -6
Post by Carlak on May 16, 2014 16:56:52 GMT -6
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[attr="class","main"] [attr="class","avatar"]  [attr="class","name"]Kyosei "Carlak" Tarsen [attr="class","info"]72 || Male || Cyborg (  ) || Marine |
[attr="class","iden"] [attr="class","title"]Identification Full Name: Kyosei "Carlak" Tarsen Aliases: Black ace / Red end / Freak / Carlak Date of Birth: 21/02 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Sexuality: His only love is watching the final drop of life leave his victims Crew: --- Alignment: Chaotic evil Personal Jolly Roger: [attr="class","appear"] [attr="class","title"]Appearance Height: 6'1 Weight: 454 lbs Hair Color: White, a single strip of artificial hair that arcs over his "mask", providing him a more human appeal, if possible. Eye Color: Red Attire: Best to see, rather than describe. But, I'll try my best. Being nearly entirely mechanical in form, the only part of Carlak that shows the "human" within is his mask. An angular, pointed mask made of a solid form of a tar like substance, with real teeth and gums adorning the left side only in a large grin of malice and madness. A single red eye also adorns this side. Combined it makes a pretty creepy last face to see. The rest of his body are combinations of pure mechanics, and the black tar of his mask. The mechanics are typically more cylindrical and smooth, and while those parts of him covered in tar are even smoother in appearance, they have more angular patterning, like the set designs of a Tim Burton movie. His forearms and forelegs are more bulky than the rest of his body, like particularly heavy gauntlets and boots, making him appear to be a rather heavy hitter, and not exactly light on his feet. Of course, looks can be deceiving. Abnormalities: The huge fact he's actually a puddle of black ooze taking over a mechanical body count as an abnormality? |
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| [attr="class","bg"] [attr="class","title"]Background This tale is an old one, and is forgotten to most, even the protagonist, but goes as such. Kyosei was a young boy like any other in the North blue. He would play with other children, he would attend school, and he would help his mother with the dishes. Some people may even say he was quite a good little boy, but those people never saw the slightest glimpse of what lay inside his distorted mind. A land of chaos and destruction, fueled by a love for blood. One might ask how his mind took this turn, into the darker depths of what humanity has dared to tread, but you would not find an answer. He was a psychopath, as simple as that. Born and living as one. He felt no empathy with others, and likely experienced few emotions of his own. What little emotions he did know came from his experiences with death. His grandmother dying in her bed, his pet cat found "asleep" in the backyard...these were the only times he felt... He wanted to feel more... On his 16th birthday he would vanish from the island, leaving behind a broken, or rather, a bloody home. His parents gagged so they would not scream in the night, tied to their own bed, and, days later, to be found, their lovely little entrails hung by nails around the room, like fancy little decorations to celebrate his birthday. To him, it was a marvelous day, for he had found his calling, the only occupation within which he could truly feel joy. Killing. As the years passed he would take up no alignment. He was no pirate, for he had not hung the flag, no bounty hunter, for he never cashed a kill, no marine, for he broke most laws, and of course, he was far gone from being a simple civilian. He always wished for each kill to be more daring, adopting weapons, new techniques, whatever it took to find a greater thrill, and soon, his eyes would turn to devil fruit. Powerful abilities awaited whoever ate one afterall, and that kind of skill would be..."useful" in his hands. Eventually, he located one, and ate it without a second thought. The power would flow through his veins. He would feel as though he could never die, he felt his body take on a liquid like form...he hoped for a logia, but as the seconds passed, he realized more and more this wasn't what he had hoped for. What was once a man, now lay as a puddle of black tar. Unable to truly move, speak, breathe, he wasn't even a shell of his former self, just a puddle... Through a stroke of luck, if you can truly see it as such, someone would step in him, and he would feel every atom in his body cling to this person, crawling up their body and feeling life in himself once more. This was the power, and the cost of the symbiote fruit. He was required to live off another, even if he could enhance them fare beyond their normal limits, it required letting them live...something he could not stand. His killing would continue nonetheless, and he was far less discrete. Afterall, where he to be found he could simply find a new body. Still, it was no true life to him, no matter how much joy he could find in it, he would still be living off another. In time word would cross his ear of brilliant minds of the sea who could do anything, even, in rare cases, replicate a devil fruit. If this was possible, perhaps they could find him a cure... With his ability to jump from body to body, he would one day find himself the bodyguard to a certain "Vegapunk" of the marines...a particular Doctor Beatnik to be precise. Through threats, or pleading, it was never sure, he had made her a deal. She would try and make him his cure, on the condition that, should she also provide him with a body that did not require him to live off another, he would aid her in her other fields of research. Now, aligned with the marines as long as his patience with Doctor Beatnik stands, he kills more precisely, and less freely, longing for the day he can be himself once more. |
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[attr="class","ooc"] [attr="class","title"]OOC Name: Yumi Face Claim: [b]Zeurel (DeviantArt)[/b], [i]Black ace[/i] as [u]Kyosei "Carlak" Tarsen[/u] |
