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Kotoka Youma; The Half-Phantom
Topic Started: Jun 23 2011, 01:58 PM (1,233 Views)
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THE HALF-PHANTOM

Character Name: Kotoka Youma
Gender: A girl... duh. I may be flat but I still have them! Guh...! I called myself flat...
Age: Chronologically, more than 700 years old. In appearance she's around... 15 years old.
Height: 153cm
Weight: 40kg ...maybe... half-phantom have weights?
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She's so cute

Occupation: Freeloader and Student
Grade Level: 1st Year

Powers/ Abilities

Anchored Between Life And Death ~ The Half-Phantom
Hundreds of years ago, there was a magician who played with life and death. One of his experiments involved drawing hundreds of souls of the dead, reviving all of them into a single amalgamation of a very powerful spiritual entity fueled by mere spiritual power.

It failed. To him anyway. Unbeknownst to him though, a new life has been reborn. One of the very many souls he had called upon, reincarnated as a half-human, half-ghost.

...A bit unorthodox if you think about it. But she's not exactly fully reincarnated. While the merging of the hundreds of souls were successful... to put it simply, Kotoka Youma is stuck in a limbo between life and death. She's not exactly dead, the body she had obtained during reincarnation anchored half of her soul to the world preventing her from passing away peacefully. Yet at the same time, she's not exactly alive either, with half her soul already in afterlife. Her soul may be separated, but they are still the single soul of Kotoka Youma, branched out between two different plane of existence.

The duality nature of her existence granted her a somewhat strange ability. The very concept of a soul is that a soul is an incredibly sturdy and hardy entity, being able to stay in one piece even after the main body housing the soul had been destroyed. Youma, being a half-human and half-ghost, obtained a body with properties from both world. Her body is very much physical and tangible, just like any living human body, but it's... incredibly hardy. Her body does not deteriorate naturally, she is incapable of being killed by any conventional means, any wounds or injuries she has will be completely healed at an accelerated rate, even loss of limbs given enough time.

But we need to remember, her body is practically fueled by raw spiritual energy. What this means, any weapon or attack that can directly harm souls and spirits would be extremely effective against her, as it deals damage directly to her very means of existence. Wounds and injuries inflicted on her from such weapon or attack would not heal at the same accelerated rate, in fact it would heal much slower than even a normal human healing rate.

Something to mention, a certain incident a while back with a shinigami have caused her a traumatic flashback causing her to literally wrench a part of the other half of her soul out from afterlife, fueled by her desire to live. Thanks to this, she has regained a fairly large amount of her spiritual power pool that had went unused for over seven hundred years, but at the same time it made her... less immortal and more human than ever. She still won't die, but you can now at least take her down and she'll stay that way longer. If you can touch her in the first place.

Seven Hundred Years of Experience ~ Knowledge is Power
Granted, all of her powers from seven hundred years ago may have been almost completely leeched out from her during her time being sealed away, but she still retains all of her actual learned skills and knowledge. Her fighting skill with swords especially is very dangerous, and that's not even counting whatever useful or mundane skills she might have picked up during her seven hundred years of living. ...Which, come to think of it, isn't much, since she's been doing nothing but fight for who knows how long...

My Friends for Seven Hundred Years ~ Hakurouken and Roukanken
Crafted from her own soul, her two signature weapons she had accompanying her through all of her hardship since the first time she could remember holding them in her hands. Hakurouken, the White-Tower Sword, is a katana that is said to be able to dispel confusion and illusion by literally cutting through it. Roukanken, the Watchtower Sword, is a nodachi said to have been forged by the Youkais, and cannot be wielded by normal humans, mainly because of it's massive spiritual density.

Being weapons that are quite literally materialized from the soul of the user themselves, the swords main characteristic is their ability to directly harm and destroy souls, cutting through them as good as any flesh, blood and bone. Their strength, sharpness and durability are highly dependent on the spiritual, mental and willpower of the user. The swords have a tendency to break under extreme pressure and stress, and naturally, reforming new ones would end up with a much weaker version thanks to the depleted spiritual energy in a prolonged fight. Aside from that though, the user can very easily dispel and resummon them as much as they want.


Equipment You Have:
Hakurouken and Roukanken: Hakurouken, the White-Tower Sword, is a katana that is said to be able to dispel confusion and illusion by literally cutting through it. Roukanken, the Watchtower Sword, is a nodachi said to have been forged by the Youkais, and cannot be wielded by normal humans, mainly because of it's massive spiritual density.
M-Phone: By raising this megaphone and shouting aloud "Ouendan" the user recieves aid from the Hyakuji Cheer Squad for their spirit and will begin helping them to change around and possibly overcome a desperate sitaution. This item may be used at any time and for any situation.

Residency Request: Room 301 of Yuki Dormitory

Schedule:
Homeroom Teacher: Mare
  • Phys Ed
  • Science
  • Cooking


Personality Description:

You do not underestimate her small stature, because behind that cute little green and white exterior is a sharp, smart and wise seven hundred years old spirit (half-spirit). Mostly calm and collected, she is a person who always thinks before she acts, always looking ahead with an open mind. However, despite her mature brain she has the heart of a typical teenage girl. She likes cute things, sweet stuff, oftentimes getting excited over whatever girls would gets excited at. Can't help it, can she? If anyone tells her to act her age (more than seven hundred years old), she'd give, "Oh come on. I haven't had something like this for like... seven hundred years," as an excuse.

On that note, she is quite prideful of her seven hundred years worth of life experience, never neglecting to mention it every time she attempts to do something she KNOWS she'll be good at. However that doesn't stop her from acting like she's proficient at stuff she doesn't have a clue on how to start. She doesn't even know how to use a stove but she insists on making a 'grand' dinner to celebrate her new roommate. She couldn't memorize her way around the city, but that doesn't stop her from wandering around as she likes. She would confidently cross a busy road when the pedestrian light shows 'NO CROSSING', she gets distracted by a movie preview shown on a large plasma television in an electronic shop... she goes to class in her pajama... er...

Let's just say... her lack of knowledge of the modern world pretty much classifies her as a troublemaker. Sorta. She admits it, but she's not ashamed or embarrassed about it. Which... only leads to even more trouble.

Well, at least we know she's made out of confidence and determination.

She is brutally honest whenever she speaks (unless she chooses to lie or attempts to be subtle). Her words knows no bounds whenever she talks to someone, sometimes to the point of hurting the feelings of the others, and she usually doesn't even realize it when it happens. But even if she does, it's hard to find her apologize because she's almost always sure that she's right. And it's not just some groundless claim. She's seven hundred years old. She's ALWAYS right. However, rest assured that she's free from any ill-intent. Well. Most of the time. She's known to be extremely snarky to some people. For good reasons.

Personal History:

Once upon a time in the 14th century, there was a magician, in a derelict cathedral filled with deaths and destruction from moments ago. He was standing at the very center of the wreck, hands in the air, tracing complex movements in the air with his mouth soundlessly moving about as he recited some incomprehensible words or sentences. In front of him, a blood red magic circle filled with scriptures and glyphs was being traced without the means to do so. Here and there, the lines connected to each other, symbols and alien languages scrawled and glyphs drawn. The circle was completed, and it shone a dim blood red. At the very center of it was the broken hilt of a sword.

The necromancer halted his chanting. The circle stopped glowing and dimmed down. A grin cracked on the hooded face of the necromancer, before all of a sudden, the magic circle began to flash brilliantly in bright blood red. Dust and debris was kicked up as something akin to a mini-typhoon began to develop with the magic circle acting as the the to the typhoon. He could feel it, the massive surge of magical and spiritual energy flooding the entire confinement...! All he had to do... is this!


"το παρελθόν και το μέλλον είναι η σημερινή ...
Παραβίαση των συνόρων,
μεταξύ των φλόγες του κόλαση και οι άνεμοι της παράδεισο ...
Αυτές οι χέρια έχουν εμπλοκής σε χιλιάδες πύλες,
όμως θα επιτύχουμε ποτέ τίποτα ...
Για άλλη μια φορά το χέρια θα απελευθερωθεί ένα ακόμα,
σφαίρας των οινοπνευματωδών ποτών,
κόσμων των ψυχών,
θα χαιρετίσω τριών!"



...Nothing happened. The robed necromancer blinked slightly in confusion, slowly turning to anger and frustration. He marched over to the center of the circle, picking up the broken sword hilt, turning it around as he examined it, and said scathingly, "Tch... old man tricked me..." He tossed the hilt behind his back as he turned around making his way to wherever he pleases.

Unknowingly leaving an unconscious girl who was definitely not there moments before behind.

~~~~~

The girl, later named Kotoka Youma as she claimed her name was, was taken in by an elderly couple from the neighboring village. They were a pleasant couple, taking care of the only survivor the the cathedral massacre with as much love and care as they could give her. Years have passed, and nothing could really ruin such a good life, now could it?

As always, there just HAD to be something wrong.

Years have passed, and for some reason the two elderly couple couldn't help but notice something was wrong with the girl. Just how long had they taken care of her.... seven years? Now, exactly shy does she still look the same as she was seven years earlier? Their suspicion reached Youma's ears, and for fear of investigation, she left her caretaker.

Truth be told she was already aware of her condition as a half-phantom the moment the necromancer stepped out of the derelict cathedral. She was afraid of other people's thoughts if they ever found her out to be an immortal being summoned from the afterlife. These people aren't exactly very friendly with the supernaturals. And it really wasn't that long before her worst fear became a reality.

Once again she took refuge in another neighboring village, curling under the wings of a farmer. He took her in, and cared for her for a few years. Same deal, but now, different outcome.

It was nighttime, and Youma was sound asleep in her straw bed. Thunders growled overhead but she paid no attention to it whatsoever and continued to snore. A lightning flash, and before she knew it, a man was standing right next to her, looking down at her with cold expressionless eyes. His hand moved down, aiming for the girl's throat-- "...Mister?"

The farmer paused in his act, his hand hanging in midair at the girl's call. She was curious, what was he doing up so late in the night? That farmer didn't answer, eliciting even more question from the girl, apprehension rising within her. There was more pauses, before--SNAG!

The farmer's hand shot for the girl's collar, gripping it tightly and began to drag her forcefully across the dirt and gravel like she was nothing more than a sack of potato. She girl yelped, screamed and trashed around in shock and terror, her mind practically scrambled by the unexpected turn of event. She tried and tried, but all the time failed to release herself from his grasp. Then, came into sight something very unpleasant, something very terrifying for the half-phantom.

The entire village was out, each of them carrying rakes, shovels, torches, and other imaginable tools to be turned to a makeshift weapon. The girl was tossed unceremoniously in front of the mob, landing flat on her face. In pain, she lifted her head up ever so slightly to take a look at the mob. Then, a voice called out behind her...

"That's your demon,"

Wait... what?

"So it's true... she hasn't even aged since the last fifteen years..."

"That just proves it even more!"

"Kill the demon!!!"

Whoawhoawhoa wait, what's going on?! At first she was soundly sleeping in her straw bed but now she'd been labeled as a demon and the whole village wanted to kill her? This is just too much for the girl as she tried to escape the other way around, only to be stopped by the very farmer whom had taken care of her for the last fifteen years.

Trashing around didn't help. She was held ever so tightly by the farmer she wasn't even able to flail an arm around. Her eyes began to water both in pain and the terror at the idea of being ripped, burned, and shredded to pieces by the very villager she had come to know and love. Tears rolled down her cheek as she attempted to yell, but nothing more than a whimper came out. Too much, it was too much... the girl couldn't take it... Grief and mental agony, torturous, the sight of the villagers closing in ever so quickly with such murderous look in their eyes...

Just... how did things get so wrong?!







Rain began to fall. The remains of the bodies smelled horrible. She was gripping the hilt of her sword tightly to stop her hand from shaking. The blood on her sword was washed off by the rain. Her damp hair was plastered over her damp face. She was soaking wet. Not just from the rain. But also because of the tears that had been flowing endlessly from her eyes for the last hour.

The scream of anguish that night had been thought of by the neighboring villagers as the cry of an awakened demon.







News spread faster than forest fire in summer. Words after words have passed from person to person, papers to papers, houses to houses, villages to villages, time to time. At the end of the day there was no safe place for Kotoka Youma. Everywhere she goes she gets chased, stormed, hunted. There wasn't a single peaceful moment for her, not a second spared for her to catch her breath. Every step she took was a step towards escape rather than a step towards freedom. Countless times, her blades fell on those who had set eyes on her. Countless times, have heads rolled down the hills. Countless times, she had repressed the urge to cry every time her blade meets flesh and blood. Until one moment, things just aren't worth caring anymore.

And that day should be no different. Just another day of being called a demon, another day of killing, another day of crying. Big deal. Except, for that particular day, the outcome was drastically different.

It was an incredible feat that none had managed to succeed until that particular day. A powerful shaman of the long gone past have managed to capture her, subdue her, and seal her in a scroll with a powerful sealing technique. Once and for all the man had managed to completely stop the wrath of the demon whom had raged throughout the years without inhibition.

Or was it really the end?

~~~~~

Seven hundred years have passed since the fateful day of the failed summoning attempt. Released from her confinement by someone who calls himself The Doctor, a keyblade teenager Meglumar and someone named Seth, she is now roaming free in this world, unhindered by mobs and hunters, exorcists and shamans. Living a peaceful teenage student life, a life she had been denied off for the last seven hundred years, there had never been a time when she had ever smiled so honestly, brightly and cheerfully. Even if she is scowling at the moment.

Mashed Potatoes?

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Okay, first of all we need to understand her true nature. No thanks to a failed summoning ritual she had been reincarnated after her death to this world, as a half-human, half-phantom. However she's not just any regular half-phantom. Not that half-phantoms are common anyway.

Her soul is stuck between Earth and the afterlife. The body she had obtained anchored her to the world, yet at the same time her soul is still in the afterlife. The nexus between the two planes of existence granted her pseudo-immortality. She couldn't die because she's already dead. But she's not exactly alive either. Safe to say she does not suffer the effect of aging, her bodily functions do not deteriorate, and the sort of stuff immortals can do. However, she can still be hurt and injured from anything inflicted to her body. Sure, her regenerative ability is second to none, capable of healing gaping wounds in matter of seconds, but really. Who the hell likes their head being blasted to bits?

When she was first reincarnated she used to have inhuman level abilities. Not gonna go into details but rest assured, she's got everything she needed to survive seven hundred years of total oppression all alone. Plus some 1337 sword fighting skill. However, apparently that wasn't enough to keep her from being captured and sealed after all those years.

All those years of being trapped in the scroll had somehow managed to leech out each and every single pint and drop of her powers, leaving her with her pseudo-immortality and her absurd regenerative ability. Which is now really starting to become a pain in the ass considering how much she had relied on her powers all this time. She is now reduced to nothing more than a powerless fifteen years old flat-chested girl. Oh, keep in mind that she still retains her seven hundred years worth of skills and experience, but now that she has nothing more inside her she couldn't even lift a sword. Let alone swing one. And to add, thanks to her nature as a spirit (half-spirit, rather) she has the ability to sniff out supernatural activities. Literally. Sniff sniff. In addition to that she can sniff out a person’s true nature. “Is he a liar?” “He’s feeling guilty,” “She doesn’t show it, but she’s actually very very happy,” She can mildly sniff out those stuff. So keep your thoughts clean, boys.

However there is one thing she had managed to obtain after she was released. A while after her release the one whom had decided to look after her, Seth Rouga, had decided to take magic summoning lesson from Selene. No thanks to that, he had formed a Master-Servant type contract with Youma, allowing him to summon her from anywhere, anytime he wanted, with or without her consent no matter happens. Naturally, she doesn't take this too kindly...

However, there is one bonus to the Contract. The nature of a Master-Servant type contract is that so long as the contract is active, the Servant will continuously share magical energy, or mana, with their Master. Considering Youma’s mana reserve has completely depleted during her time being sealed, this is nothing short of helpful. Of course, she half wished Seth here have more mana reserve inside him. The divided mana reserve of Seth allows her to summon two swords she endeared as Roukanken and Hakurouken. It also gave her a slight boost in strength that allows her to effectively wield and use swords. While she may not have the same level of power as she would have had seven hundred years ago, at least now she can lift and swing swords as efficiently as any average swordsmen. Maybe a bit more.

However keep in mind that while Seth is constantly providing her with mana, the rate of which her mana depletes when she actively uses her abilities is faster than he can siphon mana into her. So if she constantly uses her abilities so wantonly, there’s a chance that all her mana-reliant powers would just fail to work. Roukanken and Hakurouken disintegrates, she loses her physical boost, blablabla… until she recharges her mana supply.



Equipment You Have:

Hakurouken and Roukanken:Two katanas she can summon at will, whenever she wants, wherever she wants, however she wants, as long as she has the energy to do so. Roukanken is abnormally long for a katana. Hakurouken's a bit shorter. Technically the two are unbreakable, but if she runs out of mana the swords will shatter and disappear. She can, however, summon them again in prime condition another time when she's not running low on fuel. Keep in mind that her swords shattering is NOT an indicator that she just ran out of energy.
M-Phone: By raising this megaphone and shouting aloud "Ouendan" the user recieves aid from the Hyakuji Cheer Squad for their spirit and will begin helping them to change around and possibly overcome a desperate sitaution. This item may be used at any time and for any situation.
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