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Post by aizen on Jun 29, 2007 13:06:53 GMT -5
[/i]|:.[/b][/size][/color] [li] Picture Reference: [/li][li] Class:Ryoka [/li][li] Age:17 [/li][li] Gender: Male [/li][li] Hair Color:Blue [/li][li] Eye Color:Blue [/li][li] Height: 6'4” [/li][li] Weight:145 lbs [/li][li] Clothing Style: There are two main appearances that Masataka usually sticks to. The first, which is usually in his gigai form, involves a normal school uniform. The school uniform is completely black, with long sleeves, and a pair of black slacks. The school also issued him a black suitcase for use, and is almost always seen carrying the case, since, after all, it was a requirement. His shirt is completely buttoned up, and the collar tightly pressed around his neck, which in fashion, made him seem to be the type who would reside by him. Though, when he becomes serious in a fight, he'll loosen or remove the coat. Under the coat, he'll usually wear some kind of T-shirt, with one of the many emblems he enjoys. His second appearance, which is only in spirit form, has some resemblance of his school uniform. However, it is much more “useful” in combat. His body is completely covered in scaled armor, though it looks uncomfortable, it is still very flexible and comfortable. It still reflects his physique, being thin and lean. He also usually has a ragged scarf wrapped around his neck, despite the temperature. It covers part of his face, leaving the upper part of his nose and eyes visible. The scarf itself looks as if it had been through tough times, but the armor always looks fresh and repaired, when first changing into this form. The damage and level of his spiritual pressure has no affect on the appearance at all. [/li][li] Physical Traits : Masataka looks and is a frail person. Because of such frailty he uses evasive maneuvers to keep himself out of harm's way. Though, that itself takes a toll, and stamina is easily drained. Therefore, he has a small frame, but still muscular and highly agile. And as such, his daily routine includes mostly exercises dealing with cardiovascular improvements, and overall strength enhancers. Unlike a few people, he enjoys these exercises, and his training. [/li][li] Personality:Masataka's personality is normal, almost too normal. Some people would describe him as being too nice, too caring, or just too shy. He rarely afflicts the surrounding environment with any kind of harm, or any threat, but if one is invoked, he will be there to defend the victim, unless, of course, the victim themselves deserves of such punishment. As such, he must have some sense of justice. In fact, his justice is more based the principles of The Constitution, created by the founding fathers of the United States. He believes this document upheld the perfect rights of any citizen, and like it, formed his own “belief” or religion if you will. It may sound complicated, to relate operations of a current day situation to a grand document all the way from across seas from Japan, but this brings his intellect. This, by no means, is simple. It is, at times, hard to tell if he is just a complete idiot, or if his actions were actually those made perfectly and with a great reason. Like any other teenage boy, he enjoys life, or for the spirits, life after death. One of the more grand philosophies that he follows is to “live life like there is no tomorrow”. Though, it is too rash to consistently follow, he will, at best, follow through with it. It keeps him from plunging down to being unsociable, and away from everyone with his books and papers. On the contrary, he still acts this way on occasion. Not that he didn't want the attention from his peers, but because of the lack of attention. Sometimes he just feels safer, and more secure doing research, or finishing his work, maybe just to get it out of the way for later. Killing and saving people is usually the turning point of every character. But for Masataka, either one is good. Because of that, he is called normal, because of that; he radiates both fear and a sense of safety. Like before, this is heavily dependent on his own sense of Justice, though it can have influence from his mood. However, it is highly unlikely that his mood would affect anything, for he is quite tolerant of many things. As such, he may be called abnormal for not “standing up for one, but for others”. He never really cared for that anyway, and with his iron-will determination, he continues through life with high hopes for the afterlife. [/li][li] Fighting Style: Masataka is more of a taijutsu specialist. He prefers the Takayanagi clan name's fighting style to anything else. To him, the precious clan is everything that he has, and everything that will be his, and a major part of his life. The school that he attends is not a normal school; in fact, it's a school on the basis of reviving martial arts. Which, in order to be a participant and survive, he needed to support his fighting style. Not just that but the Takayangi-Ryu is well famed for it's power and control, and it's uniqueness throughout all divisions of Martial fighting. As such, the Takayanagi-ryu was divided into two parts; The Ki branch, and the Physical branch. The Ki branch included a main emphasis on using one's ki to develop and emit powerful, quick, or supportive attacks and defenses. This part of the clan generally tends to use ranged attacks, by emitting their Ki in a dangerous fashion. Naturally, these clan members train their bodies for stamina and physique, like Masataka, and not body building. There are, however, members who have incorporated physical moves with Ki attacks, making more devastating moves, but these members where usually failures because of the lack of strength to last against any counter attack, or by their inconsiderate aim. The Physical Branch is an appropriate name for this branch. As it is labeled, they focus on building their bodies to obtain the “perfect body”. These members are not just “muscle brains” for they include several complex abilities that are hard to obtain. These abilities are usually granted by birth, through genetic probability, which the clan seems to find happens every other generation or two. Though, it isn't set in stone and it could be broken easily. Complex techniques included a near -god like defense, which utilizes the intense strain of muscles just before impact from a physical attack. The sudden strain submerges the force of the blow and redistributes it among the muscles. This technique is known to stop large ravaging bulls from ever harming a human. Masataka belongs to a third category, one that hardly ever shows among the generations, but is sure to appear at one point in time every so often. He is in the category labeled "Gaokishi-Souke". This category includes the abilities of both branches. All members were required to be able to use both physical and Ki techniques before, however the recent head of the clan decided it was better to branch it off than to force each individual to become the "Gaokishi-Souke", which is also known as the “Ultimate fighter”. However, at this current age, his fighting style is nothing compared to the previous masters. His techniques are barely refined, and even though they still can pack a punch, they lack absolute control and aim. Because of that, he favors the sword over anything else, which is also incorporated into his spiritual form. Though, unlike a shinigami, his sword remains in one form, and does not contain a spirit within. [/li][li] Strengths:As stated above, his genetic capabilities are that of the top of the clan. He has the potential to be the next "Gaokishi-Souke" of his clan, though he is nowhere near that point. His agility is that of a ki branch member, but the amount of strength he can put behind his attacks is at the high end of a ki branch, and more like a physical branch member. Not only that, but his lack of intolerance creates an impossibility of creating any kind of mood that would throw his fighting style into a fit. It's highly unlikely for him to be caught off guard because of someone calling him a “gay not very nice worder” or some other insult directed at him. If it is directed at someone else, then it becomes something else. His kind, and shy personality also takes it's own spin of things, as well as his sense of justice. [/li][li] Weaknesses: As said before, his sense of justice and his kind and shy personality can change his mood, or the way he views things as improper or proper. His frail body can barely hold up to attacks that are mostly focused on extreme use of physical abilities, however he still has the “perfect defense” to rely on. His ability to tolerate the intolerance of others is also a weakness in his eyes at times. He cannot understand the emotions of some people, like those who cannot handle the intolerance, and/or those who try to explain such things. One last thing to comment, is that Masataka is nearly always under a great deal of stress, from life of attending a high school, Training his techniques, and the occasional Hollow. Not just that but being "Gaokishi Sousuke" of the clan makes him the figurehead. Anything that happens to him, basically reflects the entirety of the clan. That being said, he must be perfect in almost any way, tough, and never lose to an opponent. That leaves little room for enjoyment, and thus has picked up some "habits" that allow some pleasure in being such a person. [/li][li] Division Enrolling to:any open. .Ability Information|:.[/li][li] Abilities of Ryoka:His abilities are basically pooled from his techniques in his active life. These are mostly the techniques he has learned on his own, which he enjoys mimicking a technique or just creating his own, to learning from the elders of the clan. Though, the learning from elders is nearly complete after 15 years of his life spending on such things. The techniques are as follows: Teksuji: The technique in which the user compresses their muscles at the exact time of a blow would impact their muscles. The energy gained from the attack would then be quickly redistributed among his body through the vast chain of muscles in the human body. This technique is also known as the “Ultimate Defense” when it trained to perfection. However, Masataka greatly lacks the ability to block Ki( or reiatsu) attacks, because of their high speed and indeterminate time and form of attack. However, he still has a perfect timing in blocking physical attacks, even sharp objects still don't to scathe him. Ryuukei Kikou Tanshinkou Shinden Gaou Souryuu Enresshou: A technique that builds up ki for an explosive attack that releases Ki in a rapid succession. The ki that is released is of a dangerous nature, and can disturb anything that it passes through. And because the nature of ki residing within bodies, when the ki from this attack is forced through an opponents body, the ki passes through and disturbs, and disorients the internal, and anything external to the path of Ki. This can cause heart seizures, if struck by the heart, lung collapses, organ ruptures, and if the Ki is refined greatly, create a physical hole through the object. Masataka is capable of creating and forcing the Ki, but the aim and refinement of the ki is nowhere near complete and as powerful. He can make the ki pass through a human body, but the amount of damage inflicted is nothing too major, though it could still put one out of commission for a while. Magabarai: (Demon Exorcist Form) A technique that reforms his structure. It doesn’t “repair” or heal him in anyway way, but also forms his proud blade from thin air. The actual mechanics is more complex than that, by gathering both Ki from him, and from his surroundings to manipulate the particles around him. Theoretically, the blade could take any substance as it’s base, become a blade of nearly anything. This ability isn't limited to his blade either nor the amount, but it's his most preferred use of this ability. However, he favors one specific element, Carbon. Carbon is plentiful within any realm, any realm with any kind of living material. Not only that, but it has unique properties, especially when it is arranged in a crystal lattice. Though the blade uses the lighters, and less arranged forms of Carbon the surface, the core blade is pure diamond. Chinese characters are inscribed on the sides of it, which are part of the technique in constantly reforming the blade to stay in this shape, as well as reform the physical blade to something that become invisible to the normal naked eye, and visible and tangible by spirits. This technique wouldn’t be called Magabarai just because of forming the blade, but his hair and eyes change to a black color. This signifies his complete change into the form, as well as his increase in spiritual pressure. [/li][li] Custom Kidou: ((Should be blank when you start!!)) .Biographical Information|:.[/li][li] Parents: Dogen Takayanagi (Father), Mother unknown; both are assumed dead. [/li][li] Siblings:Mitsuomi Takayanagi [/li][li] Relatives:Natsume clan, Nagi Clan [/li][/ul]
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Post by aizen on Jun 29, 2007 13:07:26 GMT -5
- History:
DISCLAIMER: This is in no way, related to any real history. The owner of this account mostly creates this. Chapter 1: Birth
[/font] Masataka Takayanagi was born in the Takayanagi clan, making him perfect for the line of Takayanagi. He was born proudly on the 10th of September, Year of the Dragon. The birth on such a year was abnormal for Takayanagi, which immediately meant that this child was not of the Ordinary. They were, in fact, true about predicting the fate and future of their clan. But as just a small child, he was treated like a god, though he acted no different than any other child of the time. Though, his father noticed his difference in Ki, that his embodiment was indeed superior in chakra. He knew, that if he were trained properly, he would become the next “Gaokishi-Souke” of the clan, and raise his popularity throughout the martial arts world. Although his wife advised against it, Dogen Takayanagi began his mastermind plan to create Masataka into the perfect “Gaokishi-Souke” the clan would have ever seen. However, this dealt with much more than just popularity, which in the end would bring an end to his life. Chapter 2: Takayanagi [/font] The Takayanagi clan is a well-respected clan that had existed from the beginning of Martial Arts. The clan was endowed with the responsibility to monitor and upheld all expectations of any Martial Arts. Whether it was a new form of fighting, or a new technique, the Takayanagi knew about it, and gave authorization. They weren’t feared as much to say as they were admired. The Takayanagi always had the utmost respect, the luxury, everything that a superior family would have. Though, each new division new that screwing with the clan would mean death for their whole division. The fighting style was a strict and highly developed routine, which started children when they were still very young. But the end result was highly trained “professionals” who could deal with nearly any martial Artist. For the longest time, they held the high power of the world, until the decline of importance in fighting. The new concepts of Peace over swept the country, leaving martial arts to be left for those who only wanted to pursue it. Absolute power through violence became useless, which eventually forced Martial Arts to die out. Chapter 3: A Threat of Failure [/font] Of course the Takayanagi were not happy with such a thing. This meant that everything would be taken from them, the luxury, the power, and the money. Everything was dependent on the resources from the other clans when they paid their respects. Of course, the clan panicked, everything they knew would soon fall to the ground, and each of them would have to take different courses of action. Many of them formed different clans, who held their origins in the Takayanagi, but forced themselves to forget their relations. This action alone was not uncommon to the Takayanagi, but at this certain time of desperation, it was critical that the clan held together. They needed something to give them hope once again, something that would turn the modern day and age in their favor. Something that would help them exit their “depression”, and return them to the formal way of life. This opportunity wasn’t too far in the future, but until then, they were one of the clans who was most pitied. Chapter 4: Rebirth [/font] The new established government was nothing like the previous reigns of emperors. Soldiers would die in honor of the name just being mentioned. The one who was viewed as a reincarnate of a God, but the new government deprived the feeling of deity in this absolute position, and gave more power to the people. At first, like any other, they obeyed the “higher ups” but they began to realize the power they had bestowed up on them. They started to take advantages of the generosity the government gave, and thus started to create chaos, which soon turned into blame of the new government. They needed something to suppress the rebellions, and something to give them the right to do what they did. The Takayanagi clan, after their long struggle, jumped to the government’s cry, and made their offer. If they were to return to their previous lifestyle, then they would cooperate with the government. The choices the government had, was to obey, or be executed by the public. Of course, they went with their lives. Chapter 5: Change [/font] That was just two generations before Masataka, but the events that happened that year were courageous, extraneous, and extremely dangerous. This part of the History of the clan was the most brutal and bloodiest ever. They hardly spared anyone with their destructive techniques, but in the end, they were able to restore the order, and restore the formal respect they desired again. The Takayanagi clan had regained it’s health, and the next year, set up it’s own private school. A school that was nothing like the other schools that had become a mandatory part of every child’s life. This school focused on Martial Arts, based on any age. From masters to infants, anyone who enjoyed, or wanted to participate could. Of course, the Takayanagi still wanted their reputation, and created a “fine” for joining the school. Though, it was nothing major, it still kept some of the truly developed fighters from ever meeting with the highly trained and respected clan. Though, before too many were denied right to enter the school, the government saw it’s chance to break away from the Takayanagi, and have their own force of fighting. Thus, the school Changed it’s name to “Todou Acadamy” and became a government-managed school. Chapter 6: A Line of Decent [/font] Ever since the government took over, the Takayanagi have participated in the school. They still were going to be the ultimate clan, one who is still in control of all martial arts. But in order to do that, they needed to know the Martial Arts of the current day. But the government started to feel less and less bound to the need of military power, and decided to limit the school to become only a High School. This was in effect for Masataka’s father, Dogen, who breezed through the school, but still lacked the high potential of being a “Gaokishi-Souke” the clan needed at the time. Since he went through the school as it is, and with the very unlikelihood of being limited any further, he knew the perfect way to surpass the school, all of it students, and the government itself. And with such a special candidate for this, there was no doubt he would become a savior of Martial Arts within the Takayanagi clan. Chapter 7: The Splitting Branches [/font] Takayanagi clan had branches, almost too many branches. Nearly every style of martial arts that existed once involved being apart of, which also meant it was managed by, the Takayanagi clan. There was only one period, the Era of Peace, which the the clan called it, where none of the other clans wanted to be apart of such a filty clan. The popularity the clan held, and the powerful techniques were on everyones mind, at least those who took their fighting styles seriously. And because of that there have been many techniques created by ones own mind to mimic a technique of the Takayanagi clan. Though these lacked power and complexity, the Takayanagi clan was not happy with such plagiarism. They wanted to get rid of those clans, those techniques that were taken, especially the ones that were kept secret and held the most power. Though, in order to accomplish this, they needed more members talented in fighting. But the century old routines that were complex and strict were too hard for most of them, especially in this modern age of peace. They needed to simplify it even more, and attack these separate clans together. This was the final split of the Takayangi clan, and was still supported and respected as one Takayanagi. It was also held secret from the public, and so far, has never escaped. The two branches, were, as listed above, The Physical and the Ki branches. ((Look above at fighting style to see their descriptions)) Chapter 8: Rising Sun [/font] Dogen, however, immediately started with Masataka, with the training from centuries ago, which had been enforced upon children like him. Masataka began his training when he was only four years old, spending everyday with routine exercises and training simple fighting techniques. The concept of using Ki as a weapon wasn’t introduced to him until his late elementary school years. Dogen was harsh in his coaching, for he wanted everything to be perfect, everything to match out exactly, and bring the clan back to its feet and crush anyone else, the way Takayanagi was supposed to be. Throughout his school days, he was look down upon; something that he felt was extremely unacceptable. He blocked out all of his emotions for achieving this goal, even the fact that he trained a child from the age of 4 to become a weapon for him. In this modern age, the actions of Dogen were highly looked against, but he didn’t care, this would be the return of the greatest clan ever. How could he rest when something like this is within the realm of possibilities? Chapter 9: Ultimatum [/font] And thus, Masataka became a skilled fighter, and when Ki was introduced, he began to see things. When his father began to demonstrate, he would always stand there for a few seconds, concentrating his ki. But he saw something else as well. A faint dragon coiled itself around him, and a few times Masataka reacted to it, and attacked the invisible being. His father lacked the ability to see such things, which made it even more bizarre for him. He finished elementary school and Middle school with high marks, and without a scathe on him. He was feared, but yet not feared, shy, but social, intellectual, but incomprehensive. He was just another normal kid going to school, until he figured out two things. The first being that he actually saw a ghost, this time of a real person, and not just the reflection of Ki. The second being his Father’s ultimate and true goal of re-establishing the clan name. He was angered, and from that moment, decided to swear upon the foreign contract, which he believed what the whole history should have reflected the whole time. Spiritual energy was almost just like Ki energy, it felt the same, and the particles even reflected the near same state and properties. Thus, he was easily able to implement the techniques he learned from Ki to the spiritual word of spirit particles. Chapter 10: The Finale [/font] Masataka began immediately, and no sooner did Dogen find out about this newfound knowledge in Masataka. He began to train extraneously, which at first, Dogen thought it was a good idea, though soon he would figure it to be the worst idea. Masataka eventually wrecked the expensive equipment that was set up exclusively for Mastaka, by his sudden outburst and concentration on this certain goal. Dogen had no idea what he had done. He had created the “Ultimate Gaokishi-Souke” with nearly unlimited knowledge of styles, and a quick mind to counter attacks. Dogen was afraid of his own son, sending some of the best guards he had against him, trying to subdue, or kill if need be. To Masataka, it was more of a disgrace, and killed the servants that followed such a man. That day, Masataka represented the evil of the world, blood stained from the countless guards that had tried to stop him. And now, he stood before his father’s desk, on the highest floor of the Takayanagi Towers, and forced him to leave. That moment on, the greatest fighter of that clan, Masataka Takayanagi, watched the Takayanagi clan. What about the spirits? No one else of his clan could really admit to seeing ghosts. But he knew what he saw, and like with the Martial Arts, he decided to only fight upon those who cause trouble. [/li][/ul]
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Post by aizen on Jun 29, 2007 13:07:59 GMT -5
[/i]|:.[/b][/size][/color] [li] Sample RP: A man walked in the building, his quick footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. There was only one person stood behind a desk, though she knew exactly whom he was, and why he was here. The second pair of glass doors wisped open in front of him, with a frightening speed, as if they sensed the bloodlust aura from this being. His posture was excellent, and his clothes were tightly fitted, like spandex, which revealed his muscular figure as well. But his eyes were hid from the shadows of his loose, flowing hair. The receptionist immediately pressed a button under the desk, and called the main executive of the building, and informed him before the strange man had passed the desk. Just behind the island desk was a short hallway, lined with fancily decorated elevators leading up to above 30 floors. He pressed a button gently, and took a few steps back, giving him view of all the elevators, on both sides of him. The Executive, Dogen Takayanagi, was in no position, nor did he want this visitor to meet with him. He barked commands through his phone, calling out the guards to position at critical points throughout the building. He knew what this stranger want, he knew who this stranger was. After all, it was this stranger that had given him a week worth notice to prepare himself for his “last moments”. He gathered everyone up he could within the last few days, since he expected to die here, this day, he spent the first few days enjoying himself. Memories flashed through his head, of times where he actually had fun with his son, in the yard, or out by the wooden stakes. He shook his head, regretting what had happen over the past 14 years of his life. Today was his son’s birthday. Masataka Takayanagi was the son of Dogen Takayanagi, a young bright teenager who had a passion for fighting. He never got in trouble for what he did, he was actually congratulated most of the time. He enjoyed studying as much as beating his opponents to a mere pulp, before the end of a lunch break, or on his way home. But yet, the general public never hated him, since he always picked the guys who had decided to pick on the “helpless” ones. He was like a savior to his class, and a role model for the others. But every man had his dark side, a side they repress more often than the other, a side that was just too large to suppress this time. The stranger was greeted at the bottom floor, before he could even raise a single level. There were at least 10 of them, all crowded around him, with varying weapons. A few of them were carrying pistols as well. The stranger didn’t move for a second, and stepped forward. One of the guards nervously ran forward, swinging the police baton he carried. Steam sprayed about, and the baton splintered on the spot, yet the stranger took no notice of the attack. He continued pressing forward, taking no notice of the gathered group. They all were furious about their comrade, and rushed ahead. But just as they were about to attack, each of them felt a sudden surge through their guts. The stranger was quick to deliver the blow, and soon enough the group was lying on the floor. He stepped over the bodies, and into one of the elevators, pressing the number 28. Dogen was both angered and afraid. He wasn’t sure what do to, and reports that one of the elevators is moving upwards made his stomach churn. The ones he sent to the bottom floor were a mixture of rookies and professionals, the rest of the mid range people where scattered about the tower. Though there remained one last hope. Outside his door there rested another group, this one being the hand selected group that he chose himself. They were the leaders of the pack, and where the best of the best. Them, along with his own fighting, should be enough to take down this person. It had to be. At least, that’s what he hoped for anxiously Another floor approached the stranger, and with each progressive floor the guards started to attack as soon as the door would open. The stranger started to become tired, but not enough for these ignorant guards to do anything about. But there was a surprise for him, on the floor before the last, the 27th floor, someone with a superb amount of skill approached him, along with guards as well. Though, the guards didn’t last long against him, which only left the stranger and this exceptional fighter. The guards above, as well as Dogen listened intently, trying to catch every last action with their ears along. Though, the truth is, this new fighter was, at one point in time, a teacher of this stranger. A fierce fight emerged between the two, and almost every word was clear to the people above. Though, they couldn’t figure who was who. The guards scrambled around nervously, for they heard the elevator re-engage in transporting its contents. The motor stopped, and the loud resounding “Ding” was heard through the doors. A second later, a massive rain of bullets shattered the elevator doors and into the box. When the doors were fully opened, they peered inside, to find two bodies on the floor. One of the stranger and one of the teachers. They dragged both out, and approached to kick the stranger. But before the attack was completed, the stranger’s hand was wrapped carefully around his ankle. With a swift, concurrent motion, the lying man suddenly burst onto his hands, and kicked two of the guards. Continuing with that, he threw the guard he held onto viciously at another, breaking through the wall and into the storage room behind it. The last guard was snatched by him and thrown through the double doors leading into the main office. Dogen was already standing, when the body came flying through. This man, was stained in blood, no doubtedly from the several guards he killed mercilessly. He knew exactly who it was, as the stranger stood there, pausing to recapture his breath from all the fights. It was no other than his Son, Masataka, here to get revenge for everything that he had done. But Dogen wasn’t just going to die obediently, if anything, it was the one thing he could do to be honorable in this world. His own aged body collected ki, but before he could make the final steps to attack, something had stabbed through his chest. A sword, no less, a strange sword. It was withdrawn from his body immediately and when he looked up, it was gone. He was amazed, at how much his son as grown.
”Your reign ends here. You’ve already done enough killing of innocents at school. I cannot take this any further, even if it is my own father.” He stood there for a second, and turned away, this time newly dressed guards entered the room, and saluted Masataka. He now held control of the protectorate of Martial Arts, the highest form of fighting known for ages. He now had the power and the fame that was desired through by many citizens, either martial artists or not. And his first order, was to reconstruct the place…His mind was focused on recovering the name that the previous reign had destroyed. Takayanagi was a name in which it's members could take a source of pride and achievement from. But the recent actions of Dogen had been nothing but getting the name the publicity he thought the clan desired. But he had acted on only one will, his own. The clan''s true feelings were left and embodied upon Takayanage, the next “Gaokishi-Sousuke.”.
As the new leader, and Gaokishi Sosuke of the clan, he would help rebuild the clan through the publicity of such actions from the clan. The Martial Arts genius would be rewarded a major medal from defeating his father. The clan knew it was tough for Masataka, even the whole clan, but they had to do it, for the sake of cleansing the name, as if it had never been stained by the bloodshed of the past. The Oracles were true, the downfall of his father would be certain to happen within the view of his eyes. Just the prophecy had given him nightmares, day after day. And yet now, his hands had created the very opposing force the prophecy had foretold. Of course, he couldn''t just kill his father, or just leave him in the world. Afterall, he too was a Takayanagi, though hated only for his actions in trying to improve the clan
Masataka could only think of one thing to do. Let him be released from the clan, though his name would not be stripped. He would become the first of the final branches of the Takayanagi, but because of it's value the branch was never spoken of, nor heard of. Only the high elders and council knew of such branch. The Branch of Exiled, and Disfunctional members (BED), exclusive to those who have put shame to the clan name. They generally were people who had combined their best interest with the highest achievement for the clan. Some form of virtue that disconnected the “true leader” from the other leaders, a virtue that satisfied the needs of an individual more than that of the clan. Without a doubt, there are exceptions to the rule, though the leader must have proven their worth for such consideration.
But thinking of where to place him, what to give, and how to treat him were things that constantly ran through Masataka''s mind. And just thinking of that gave him the flashback of his earlier years, Years that were filled with a joy and anger, filled with the mixed emotions of any young teenager. --=Flash Back=--[/u] It was a late afternoon; Masataka lay comfortably on the grass, waiting for nothing in particular. Each passing moment let the soft, warm breeze brush past his face, and through the partially combed hair of his. The grass responded too, giving him a gentle wave momentarily, and return back to the strenuous work of absorbing the sun's rays. The sun, which was almost reaching a complete escape, started it's final decent into the horizon, leaving it's last gifts of light. The night here was nothing like what he was used to, which was partially the reason why he remained here, The city life was nothing like the country, with the busy streets and the massive amount of lights that created an artificial daylight. He was in no mood to enjoy the pleasantness and luxury of the city, of modern technology, or of the scolding and training of his mentors. Now, he just wanted to gaze at the stars, in the cricket filled plains. It wasn't hard for him, because of his position within the world, to get here. In fact, the transportation he took was probably one of the only things that he ever enjoyed to it's full extent, even in terrible moods or times. His sports bike, the motorcycle that he enjoyed ever since purchasing it. Even though he, being only a recent middle school graduate, hardly even knew how to drive. Though, it wasn't like the police were going to stop him though. Despite his age he still looked much older, as if he was in his twenties. His body had already been developing to the day to day training he had been through, something that was remarkable for students in this day and age. He was already quite tall, and already lacked days of visible shaving. Most of the students his age wondered if he really was within their age group. Though, it was a proven fact, just the extreme workout caused his growth to be exponential. Most of them just thought of him being the next model, but his intentions were much more serious than that. To fulfill the dream of the Takayanagi clan, and restore the respect and honor to what it originally had. And to do that, he needed to gain every valuable piece of information. He was a smart student, another reason in which his parents could trust a young teenager with a motorcycle. Masataka sighed, warning the bugs that had decided to explore the new obstacle in their daily path. Most of them scattered, to figure something else to do until the giant had moved, or ignored the warning, who were soon swatted at. Now knowing the situation he had been in, the least thing he wanted to happen now was to see his beloved bike be trashed by some idiot. His fears were granted, as another biker decided to take the same path, but at a much higher velocity than intended or recommended. The biker, along with his bike flew into the treasured machinery. He should have been lucky by the close call of the bikes landing near him, or the pilot of the machinery landing head first into the grass next to him. But anger was the only emotion he felt now. Not only did this stranger disturb the peaceful night, but caused major damage to his bike. He picked the biker up by the collar, though, it was different. Different, in that the shirt was much tighter than he expected, and the soft cushion of his arm against something within the man's shirt. It took him mere mili-seconds to realize what the problem was, and tossed the person back, leaving him to examine the bike. It was enough to fix, nothing completely major, and with a few parts from the stranger's bike and he would be good. The breeze didn't give up yet, and probably had some effect on the course of this man's coordination, but now it gave him another disturbance, by rustling his hair in positions uncomfortable for him. He turned back to the stranger, finding that he had removed his helmet, and was attending to his own wounds. There was just one problem, and it was that he wasn't a male. Masataka had noticed that immediately, and was the source of his sudden discharge of temper. Though, she was something, to be wrecking his bike in such a way. But before he could sulk too much into the details of fixing and charging new parts, he heard something that changed his mind.[/color] I'm sorry.. I, didn't know you had this spot...“It''s nothing, I'm overreacting.. I.. really treasured that d**n bike..”[/color] The moonlight was strong enough by now, and out of the way of the dark sneaky clouds. She was, something. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor, if he wasn't already there. He sighed, taking a different position among the grass to observe the sky. Fixing his bike would come some other time, just for now, he didn't want to make this girl worry about anything. Though, he muttered to her almost inaudibly, Yeah, just forget about it. Why don't you just stay.. Having some company could be nice.He rested his head on his hands, staring at the sky, and not bothering to look at the girl. ”It's something, isn't it.. The world could change in a few hours, from the heat intensive day, to a warm and cool darkness.”
I enjoy it too. It's something I look forward to every day, but not everything works out fine
“Yeah, I know what you’re saying..” They stayed there for hours, conversing about their lives, the difficulties their families put them through, the things they enjoyed, the things they disliked. He soon became to know her well, well enough to see her the day after, and the day after, and the day after. Each night coming back out to the grassy plains, watch the night from the cool breeze the weather provided them. Even on stormy days, they enjoyed the company of one another at a cafe or coffee house. She was, as the rumors spread and announced them, the perfect one for Masataka.
Though, his life had barely begun, and the time that the prophecies would take place neared upon him and the family name. They held a council, giving Masataka all the information he needed to complete the task, but failed to give him the reason why. Being that Dogen Takayanage was labeled a traitor, he stood by, and let the opportunities pass by. But he soon learned what he had been doing. Dogen had been “manipulating” a certain individual, an individual with intense power, power that was only allowed control by Dogen, and only by him. In other words, this puppet was nothing more than a puppet. But to Masataka's eyes, the puppet was still human.
That conscious feeling he had, was his mistake. Days passed in this new Academy, fight after fight passed, with ease for the champion of his clan. That was until this puppet had transferred to the school. The first opponent he challenged was Masataka, the highest ranked fighter in the freshman section. At first he wanted to encourage the puppet to regain his senses, that listening to his father was something that he didn’t' need to do. But all advice was ignored, and nearly killed Mastaka. It was a miserable defeat for him, but Mastaka, unlike most others, was not completely bent on defeating him. He had given his best at returning the former individual within this person, but they had refused. The next time they would meet, he would have to fight with his best ability. Though, two things were overlooked in this quick summary. His rumored girlfriend interrupted his battle.
Not like a complete self-absorbed loser, he still wanted to become stronger. He decided to train more frequently, and study harder to get his homework out of the way. Fighting had been, and became the thing that he kept the most perseverance in. The same girl would come by daily, even train with him at times. Another significant person of his life, his “best” friend also started a recent training session with the group. What he hadn’t realized was the relationship between the two other members of this “training session”, but they were, in fact, siblings. Together they started a club at their school, along with two others they knew fairly well. This group, became the top ranking club in the school within a few weeks. The reputation of the club was extreme, especially since that just the five of them were able to defeat many different groups. Life progressed just perfect for them, he had everything, he needed, and even the luck to have more.
That is, until Dogen finally decided it was time. His goal, and plan was to release the puppet, let him rampage throughout the school, and have Masataka defeat him. This ingenius plan would let the Takayanagi name, as well as his popularity, rise through the roof. The Takayanagi clan’s martial arts would become feared once more, and news would broadcast the hero of the Todou School across the nation. The plan was perfect in his eyes, but there still existed several problems for Masataka. He knew that Dogen was planning something, something with the control of some “puppet” with immense powers. But it was too late, Dogen had commenced the plan, and left Masataka’s group to deal with it. What he didn’t know, was that his “best” friend was also “in service” of Dogen Takayanagi. He was there to make sure of the defeat of this puppet.
They had rushed to the school, already finding several of their classmates murdered horrendously. The rest of the group, other than Masataka and his friend entered the building, making quick time of the countless stairs to the fight. Though, Masataka had overheard his father on this part, of the whereabouts of the action. Thus he was able to prevent most of the murder from happening. In the end, the effect of killing this “monster” was not as effective as Dogen had hoped it to be. The only thing left for him to do, was grant the other “puppet” to follow through. Of course, he needed persuasion, and the persuasion he obtained was the his sister.
That plan was a mistake in choices as well. Masataka too had the connection to her, and with the sudden disappearance, he suspected his father for interrupting his life once more. But this time it was different. Not just because this was his friend, but because of the power he held. His power was unique, even to spirits, that he had often ran into. It gave him the power to see within the future and past, and unleash a massive amount of Ki that no person would usually be able to obtain. This power didn’t come freely, but there was a price. Darkness, evil, whatever you may call it, clouded his already deceived mind. He was nothing more than a killing machine, destroying whomever he came across. Masataka, responded despite the friendship they had, and after a long, struggling battle, came victorious. But even victorious he had left a mark, a mark that was to degrade his life by overusing his body. That day, Masataka never really seemed to be the same, from the dark actions he had to perform.
He lost everything from that; the girl found it ignorance, that instead of finding a way to save him, Masataka had to fight him. Dogen had fled, knowing that the next victim would be himself. Which left nothing for Masataka, nothing at all.
He leaned back in the executive chair, his eyes were closed, and his feet were propped upon the table. Despite his past, the Takayanagi council and dismissed it, as actions for restoring the clan. And despite the killing, and change of his behavior, they made him the next generation to lead the Takayanagi. It wasn’t just pure decision, but of fear of their own member as well. He could of easily torn each of them, because of his long years of training. They had persuaded a monster into darkness, and now regretted their decisions, for Masataka alone controlled Takayanagi.
His face was left emotionless, though he felt the recurring pain of his heart calming from the burst of energy. A 2-year-old injury that he had lived with, and it probably wouldn’t be much longer before his life would end. But what else was there to do? He had experienced the high of life, and the downfall of life. If anything, he had it worse than many people believed they did. But just giving up wasn’t something he could just do. But he might as well enjoy it.d**ned memories.. just.. b i t c h i n…Masataka regretted nearly everything he had done, with the thoughts of the life he had before. But it was all past now, and the benefits of the Takayanagi clan would start from this day on. Whether or not she wanted to forgive him was out of his control, but everyday, she would ignore his presence at the age old Todou Academy. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a box of cigarettes. It wasn’t something he did every day, but at a time like this, he needed a smoke badly. He propped one between his lips, and lit it quickly with a Takayanagi inscribed lighter. He sat there for a few more minutes, puffing on the visible inhalant, with each puff decreasing his life another minute.Life.. There had to be a better way through that.. just.. f u c  king great....The room was empty by now. The guards had cleaned up most of the mess created by the fight, and had taken Dogen away. The result was to put him in a remote cabin, near the place where he had usually went out to see the calm stars. A place that had started the greatest part of his life, which meant that he sent Dogen to a place that he still respected. There was nothing there to house him yet, though a cabin had already begun its structure in the open lands. In fact, he still drove his old bike out there, once in a while, just to see the landscape another time, hoping that by some strange mystery, he could find her there, laying in the grass, watching the clouds pass as they did years ago. Needless to say, he had kept the first bike he had ever bought, though kept a constant maintenance on it. It was probably more deadly than himself, just because of the value he placed upon it. But the way he treated it in public, wasn’t usually of a caring type. They just had to know what it meant to him, the value of being the only thing that still remained with him after the “incident”… He dropped his feet, and walked out the same way he came in. Down to the first floor once again, and walked out in his spandex like clothing, cleaned once more from the blood of his challengers. Outside the door, awaited his bike, and his life..[/li][/ul]
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