Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 21:01:47 GMT -6
KEMAH, IRAZEHL
NIGHTSHADE
NIGHTSHADE
piss off
I could go off the deep end
I could kill all my best friends
I could kill all my best friends
AGE: He'd be 23 by now
GENDER: Male
TEAM: Titans
SIDE: Hero
OCCUPATION: Irazehl teaches martial arts by commission when he isn't super heroing
NATIONALITY: American. Probably.
HISTORY: Hoo boy heres just the spark-notes version- Irazehls origins are wrapped in mystery. His name sounds foreign and alien, the only clue to his heritage, though it could be concluded that he is at least mostly human. He knows that his mother died during childbirth and after a failed abortion. He never even knew her name. His father never wanted him, having plans of his own, and left him to grow up alone in a Gotham orphanage. His father didn't visit even once and he wasn't so fortunate to be adopted.
While in the orphanage, he developed a strong sense of vengeance and justice, displacing his anger and hatred for his father on the evil of the bullies and selfish/manipulative monsters that lived there. Defending the weaker and "un-adoptable" kids with his unnatural grace and control of plants and earth, he grew hated by some and loved by others all while keeping his abilities under wraps for fear of retribution by the wardens.
He made fast friends with a girl at the orphanage, Maemi, whom happened to be a mind reader and small time psychokinetic. They bonded over the fact that they were among the very few supers that passed through the orphanage and that they both wanted to be a force for good in the world, inspired by the old justice league and titans alike. At the age of 12 there was a very odd visitation, and after the following night Irazehl woke, inexplicably en route to a remote location, with a bag over his head.
At the conclusion of his journey he found himself in the mountains of a foreign land, studying and training under a sect of the shadow society. There he was taught that evil must be crushed without mercy and the world must be cleansed of the wrongdoers by genocide if necessary. He also learned to quickly master martial arts and stealth, using his abilities with his art, as well as deceptive and cruel tactics He graduated astoundingly early due to his obsessive training and at age 16 moved back to the states and began working with an offshoot of the titans all while continuing his study of the combat arts. There he found Maemi had been doing training, and was quite adept, going toe to toe in sparring as his equal. Romance, blah blah blah.
At the age of 18, he had softened over time and he was still fighting for the East titans as the dorkly and campy Green Ninja, when his naivety was punished harshly by reality. Maemi dead, after a day of captivity, torture, and rape courtesy of criminals that didn't hold the virtues of mercy and humanity the way the heros did. This destroyed Irazehls attempts at humanity and he realized the shadow society had been right all along. Monsters deserve no mercy. He stooped into vigilantism, bringing all the cruel retribution and fury he was capable of inducing. After all the men responsible for Maemis killing were hunted down and cruelly tortured to death, his remaining teammates were able to follow the breadcrumbs and find out where he had been sneaking off to. This created a huge political problem for Titans East and he was convinced to sign for Jump city's Titans West where he could be someone else's problem.
START OF RP: Still struggling with Maemis death, and feeling hollow for the lack of satisfaction for his revenge, he continued to hunt criminals and monsters alike under the teen titans, now at the age of 19. Slowly the grief and anger started to fade and be replaced by new rivals and new friends alike. He even started to be pleasant and helpful and quick to crack a joke and act his old dorkly self. He still trained obsessively for fear of failing his teammates again, but his steeps into despair, anger and vigilantism grew less and less frequent.
His new rival, Blacklist, challenged him on not only a psychical level but mental as well, matching him in power so closely it reminds him of Maemi. All of his highly developed martial arts, tactics, and highly mastered plant control were matched by mirrored traits in her.
Then, one fateful night, one of his marks brought a necrotic assualt to the Titans doorstep. Canas, a demon manifest in the flesh was attacking them with an animated monstrosity of death. In the end, they were only barely able to hold off the assault long enough that the underworld intervened upon the actions of one of their own. The demonic deities took Canas with them, but not before he had tried to take refuge, possessing only part of Irazehl. They indifferently ripped out part of Irazehls soul in the process of removing the demon, and thus from that day on, the mothers side of his soul was ripped from him.
During the occurrence, Irazehl saw what could only be described as the truth, a painfully enlightening experience. Existence was meaningless, there is no destiny, no meaning to it all. He could easily have been snuffed out and the universe would not even blink. All people and animals and plants were all connected, all part of a process, the mechanistic churning of an indifferent universe.
The teachings of the void came at a steep price; his plant and elemental control were now gone, left with the other half of his soul. The gift? His other side amplified; liberated from fear, faster and stronger than ever. He was now NIGHTSHADE.
FAMILY: Irazehl knew little of his dead mother, and even less about the shadowy figure that was his father. He knows that he inherited his super human biological limits from his father and his late elemental control from his mother.
PERSONALITY: ISTJ Irazehl is jaded and cynical which makes him hard to get along with. He is also realistic and analytic, although introverted by nature. He speaks a quiet confidence, rarely speaking in ways that hint at his otherworldly gifted wisdom, and legitimately not giving a shit what others think about him. This sort of liberation doesn't lead to the best people skills. Though he builds many walls, a few people have earned his trust and in turn have grown close to him. He uses sarcasm religiously and is quick to pick up on weaknesses in others, whether psychological or social. He is lazy and apathetic off the job, and the most trustworthy professional hardened fighter on the job.
DISLIKES: Stupid questions, Stupid people, Mainstream culture, ego and arrogance
DREAMS: Irazehl knows too much to have dreams anymore, but he once believed in good, and wanted a world of peace and harmony.
FEARS: Abandonment, loss of direction, indecision
HOPES: To Find meaning, to make peace with his past, to come to terms with the present.
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I could follow those stylish trends
God knows I could make amends
God knows I could make amends
BODY STRUCTURE: Lightly muscular on a thin frame, average height- 170 Ibs lean
STYLE: Grungy and minimalist, its rare to see him without torn jeans and a thrift store shirt. His clothes are usually clean however; he just never seems to buy new clothes.
COSTUME: Dark blue stealth suit. Tabi with footwraps designed for silent movement. Guy has pockets on inside to hide things, and bracers have spots for vials and hidden blades. Headress is hood with simple clothe covering lower face.
Tools of his trade:
NinJato, Sai, Nunchaku, Throwing knives, Shuriken,
Poisons, Tabi, Steel Gauntlets with hidden blades/retractable ashiko and shuko
Varying oddities he may have needed (ie a deck of playing cards)
NinJato, Sai, Nunchaku, Throwing knives, Shuriken,
Poisons, Tabi, Steel Gauntlets with hidden blades/retractable ashiko and shuko
Varying oddities he may have needed (ie a deck of playing cards)
ODDITIES: His unique personality and style makes him stand out a bit.
ABILITIES: To put it simply, Irazehl has what seems to be infinite dexterity granting insanely fast and nimble movements. He can dash short distances at near flash speeds. Irazehl has been known to move faster than eyes can keep up with, rendering him temporarily invisible; though he cannot sustain the speeds for long, and they come out as short bursts. He is also known for being a brilliant tactician and is a master of many martial arts and has extensive stealth training.
CONTROL: 10, Irazehl has had the power from an early age and is as comfortable in his speeds as you are in yours (presuming you are unnaturally graceful)
SIDE-AFFECTS: Irazehl can break himself at certain speeds, and though he is capable of great agility and breaking strength barriers it is hard on his body.
WEAKNESSES: Power- As stated before, there are biological speed limits that put strain on Irazehl's body.
Personality- Irazehl is vindictive and has a strong sense of justice that could be manipulated against him. Not to mention introverts don't have the best people skills.
Vices- Irazehl has a mild addiction to painkillers that he grows in his garden.
But I've got an angry heart
Filled with cancers and poppy tarts
Filled with cancers and poppy tarts
INTRODUCTION: It was late when Irazehl walked out of Gunthers Games- a local arcade. He gave an ironic and technically correct 'good morning' to the closing staff, an inside joke. His eyes wandered ever so upwards to gaze unto the few stars that managed to twinkle through the smog of the city. His eyes left the city when his alarm went off on his cell phone to signify what would have been the end of a night patrol shift at 4am, had he been on duty.
A mild mannered Irazehl now walked the streets, wearing torn jeans and a car wash t-shirt despite the hot summer night. As he tinkered with his phone, he couldn't help but notice the man following him. It seemed curious until two more stepped out of an allyway stopping him.
"Wassup lil girl? You know you in Snake territory, right? That means ya gotta pay the toll" The thug said blocking his path. He pulled out a butterfly knife opening it in a flash, the polished steel shining in the moonlight. "Hand over your wallet, kid. Course, I could always take the money out of your flesh"
Irazehl barely looked away from his phone as the thug was speaking, finishing his text to Nella before looking up at a growing impatient thug, followed suit by a nervous looking unfamiliar face. Being a superhero meant keeping tabs on the cities lowlifes but this guy was new. Not much could be said for the man behind Irazehl, but he could hear a gun being pulled, which wasn't promising.
"We should move to the alleyway- you'll be out of sight for the beat cop that rolls through here, and there's a dumpster to hide my body in." Irazehl said chuckling a bit at the irony of the situation. He the turned into the dark of the alleyway, paying careful attention to the thugs to make sure they didn't attack preemptively.
"what the- you..." The confused thug said, before he and the other two followed the all-too-calm Irazehl into the darkness.
Moments later Irazehl walked out of the alleyway with his new butterfly knife and an amused smirk on his face.
"I cant wait to tell the guys about this" he thought to himself.
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