Torriku, Xerin - Yaboshi

Real Name: Xerin "Gabriel" Torriku Birthday: May 30th Sign: Gemini Origin: Okiko Villiage, Etheopia ~ in the world of Eden Age: 16 Family: Hayacynthe (mother), Damien (father), Xeran (twin sister), Gin (uncle), Aureas (uncle) Seiyuu: Yuuji Ueda Hair: Golden Eyes: Storm gray / molten with mood Height: 5"6 Weight: 175 - 180 (It's the muscles e.e; they add mass) Favorite Color: Jade Green Number: "Two" Symbol: Shinwa (myth) - Small of his back Power/Ability: Skilled mercenary, he wields the "blade" like no other ~ earning a rather colorful nickname. "Golden Daemon". A powerful empath, his continued contact with N-sama has given him the use of telepathy and teleknis. Weakness: Xeran ~ as he would do anything in the world to protect her. Oddly enough, he also posseses a soft spot for his companions; the Shin family in particular (which may have something to do with the fact that Hinoe happens to be his best friend). His telepathic ablilities cause him to pass out infrequently, and also have been known to give him severe migraines. Note that his keen senses have a flip-side to them; he can "feel" the pain he inflicts upon others. Quotes: [In response to Lara's question: "Why do you fight?"] "Why? Oh, you refer to the fact that every time I feel their pain as if it was mine own - you can't find a logical reason for my doing so, correct? Simple. If it will keep my sister's hands unbesmirched by the taint of blood . . . I will do anything. Because I am willing to serve N-sama without question - Xeran remains safe. I will never allow her to experience the torment of taking another creature's life." Description: A light among the darkness, golden and beautiful - yet sad? Locks of spun sunshine hang raggedly about the angular planes of his visage, adding an air of "playfulness" to his otherwise ruggish appearance. Two thin, yet ragged scars slash over his right cheek - painful memories of his past. His aura of untamed "predatory" intensity is only heightened by the thick cut, a recent addition, that arcs across the bridge of his nose. Oculars of dark blue hue glitter from within his tanned visage - the depths a swirling, confusing mix of emotions . . . much akin to a storm? Flecks of molten taint gray orbs - a hint of the dangerous power locked within . . . Past: Torriku- a close knit "group" that suffers the burden of tragedy. Curses, death, and other sorts of horrible fates have been visited upon the unfortunate family with such frequency . . . that it's become a pattern. The youngest of his clan, his story is no different. His mother was murdered when he was but a tender youth, and the cruel manner of her demise still haunts him to this day. It is a failing that he refuses to talk about, considering both her death and the near destruction of his village to be his fault. After all, he should have been able to protect them - regardless of the fact he was only six summers old. From there he spent ten brutal years under the tutaledge of Aureas Torriku, a man so sadistic and savage . . . that it is unspeakable. Due to uncertain cirmstances he has escaped -- but -- what does destiny hold in store for the young warrior? Far from his home . . . beset by madness . . . will he be able to figure out what his role is to be? Creator Comments: I can't help but *love* this character - as he honestly is a lot like me. Rough speech aside, he's rather gentle, and well -- cute ~_^ He's also come a heck of a long way since the first days of me posting in Ayashii Kiseki (I'd like to think for the "better"); where he now is a three dimensional character. Other facts or quirks He absolutely adores to draw. Oh~ even better still . . . despite his "womanizing" ways - he's a *coughs and whispers slyly* virgin. Xerin: WAAAH~! O_O Howdareyou!!!!!! ::Flails and whines:: Bitch~!!!! How could you tell everyone that?!!! ^_^ While I'm at it ... ::snigger:: he's got a fetish about . . . hands. ^^; don't ask me - I have a feeling that I don't WANT to know. Post part: "His movements were shadowed by an unknown "assailant" and causing his instincts to drive the youth onward all the more. Feh. If his mother could see him now, crawling about like a veritable wild animal rather than the heir (of a proud warrior tribe no less!) he was supposed to be. Attention flitting back and forth with all the wary anticipation of a small humming bird, his steps were no less concrete and luck alone prevented him from several vicious falls. Clutching Uruz to his breast, he stumbled over an exposed bit of a tree root -- a startled yelp parting from his throat as he started to tumble forward. Suddenly it seemed as if he had ceased to exist, the barely noticed "night sounds" fading away to nothing. The ebony "void" surrounded, confined, and swallowed him whole. The prickling sensation of a whimsical caress danced playfully down his sculpted muscles, pulling the youth backward into a ghostly 'embrace.' Here he was much akin to a golden seraph, captured by a dark enchantress -- and oh was the poor victim helpless! Gently, warmly ... possibly even ... teasingly, the strange force *snuggled* him, and placed a small kiss against the nape of his neck. Then let him go." (Excerpt from "Into the Void") Etc?: Heeeeeeeeeere~ visit his web peeji! Charismatic Rogue ^_^ Worship the "great one" . . . wah hah hah! Or better yet. ::Coughs and hops onto her soap box:: "Do you feel confused? Is your relationship in turmoil? What about that new and utterly cute boy -- does he return your affections? Well~ for all those hard to answer questions comes a solution! Contact Xerin Torriku ~.^ a pro in "tough" romantic situations. You won't regret it! Ask Xerin " Excerpt from his novel - Torriku: Look out! Danger! The mere rustle of leaves was all the warning he had before the first demon struck; it's yellowed eyes the very image of degeneration. The boy's muscles went taut with strain as he neatly cleaved the beast in half with the twelve-inch dirk, inwardly cursing the weight his sister added. By now she had settled into a faint, and therefore, he would let himself be killed before he willingly set her down. Blast it! There was no way he could fight properly like this! Before he could so much as turn he sensed the approach of another one, it's claws sweeping to his face as soon as he was able to stumble backward. Squeezing his lashes shut with resignation, he waited for the blow to come. It never did, and when he spent an eternity with nothing happening, he blinked at the Monster; and yelped when it shrieked. What in the blazes? But rather than kill him, the monster fell apart … as if it had been sliced down the middle? …Torriku … Damn it all, the rare "assist" happened seconds later - this time the Akureizoku lost it's head when attempting to end Xerin's life. Pausing, he searched frantically for a new threat, and finding none an aggravated sigh slipped past his mouth. His nape suddenly stiffened, the headache of recognition beginning anew as he glanced up, and found what he had been seeking. A sense of awe pervaded his psyche as the unknown savior landed agily upon the soft grass; blades of twin Kodachi's extended regally. His breath caught as he peered curiously at the riotous tangle of bangs covering the features of the new-comer, the baggy fit of clothing quite effectively screening any hint of gender. A hidden wind ruffled the ragged tresses, the moon's light staining the dark mass with hints of cerulean; and enhancing the earth-real pale cast to "it's" complexion. "Who're ya?" He demanded brusquely in his native tongue, the words tumbling rapidly as he inquired of the person's identity. "I said who - are - you ?" To which, he got no response … disheartened only for a moment; he traded the course language of Etheopia in lieu of another. The smooth rolling syllables of Y'ngis flowed eloquently his mouth, and he prayed this time he could make "it" understand (after all Y'ngis was the only dialect he could recall that was exceedingly wide spread; possibly because it was the language of the "monks"). Ah, success, he thought triumphantly, as it seemed to get through. Hesitantly, as if not totally sure with the particular speech, "it" murmured a choppy and heavily accented reply: "Does it matter 'who' I am?" Xerin gathered two important facts from that enigmatic question, one … "it" was definitely female; and two, she was not from around here (not to mention as arrogant as he was). Finding a smile for the first time since "Purgatory" had commenced, he nodded in easy agreement. Allowing the matter to drop, he bowed as gallantly as he could manage (considering his added baggage) and murmured in a soft, yet pleasing voice: "I owe you my thanks, I am in your debt." For his entire "burr" he was fluent in Y’ngis, so none of his thick slang interfered with the sentence. Obviously pleased by the humble gesture she suddenly giggled, idly brushing at the wispy threads concealing the upper half of her face from view. Swirling pools of jade, with the purity of a polished gem, sparkled with mischievous laughter - small tiers curling into a satisfied smirk. His good humor vanished when he felt the waves of emancipated 'diablerie' itching at the base of his spine, seeping into every pore. Blazes, he thought he would have more time than this! Already he could feel the approach of Aureas - the vice he exuded a poison to the remaining virtue of Xerin's heart. It was here that he developed his penchant for "intense" staring, his gaze a dappled blue-gold. Serious now, he cleared his throat, before asking in a tone that bordered on ‘grim’: "I would ask of you a favor." "You can ask but I'm not makin' any promises." She retorted dryly, her arms crossed impudently over her chest. How she had managed to quickly sheath her weaponry, and with such adroit motions...