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Shinyo Kyufura
Name: Shinyo "Mao" Kyufura
Age: 16
Grade: 10
Appearance: Shinyo stands at a slightly imposing height of 5'10 with a medium frame packed tightly with almost 200lbs of muscle. His skin is a shade of black to match a moonless night with tarnished silver eyes the only thing to mark him in the dark. Small bones protrude from all over his body in a whirl of art. The most noteable formations would be: a trio of small thornlike horns above each eye, a row of small horns going across his forehead and another row going from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head, rows of small spikes sprouting from between each knuckle and extending to the wrist, a row of slightly larger spikes circling his neck like a collar. A mane of wild red hair brightens Shinyo's rather sinister features, leaning more towards a bright yellow than a dark orange. He keeps his hair very short on the sides and in the back, maybe a quarter of an inch but has a good 6 inches sprouting from the top hanging as it will. He often wears khaki shorts to show off his toned calves and a pair of "Vans" Tennis shoes. His socks are usually mismatched, whether it be because of color, length or design, he cares little, only as long as it fits on his foot. His shirts all have their left shoulders and sleeves cut out along with the upper left portion of his back to allow his wing to squeeze through. Shinyo's wing is a curious affair of black and white feathers that's as tall as he is when it's pulled in but has an impressive span almost twice as long as Shinyo is tall, the edge of the wing shines beautifully in the light.
Personality: Optimistic sums up Shinyo's personality in a single word. He is calm and relaxed and always looking on the brighter side of whatever situation he's in. He's friendly, all monsterous appearence aside and actually quite the sap for romance. Patient hardly begins to describe the young man after living in a constant state of prejudice and it'd take a reverse lobotomy or a freak bout of bipolar personality to get him mad. Brimming with confidence, unafraid of peoples opinions of him and friendly make Shinyo a protector, a guardian angel if you will who'll step in for just about anyone if it seems they're being treated unfairly. He has his quirks though, like almost always having mismatching socks, eating ice cream for breakfest and almost always sleeping outside. They say that every genius has a streak of insanity that makes them a genius. His most noteable quirck being that while he has never broken a rule he has no qualms about bending them or interpreting them in his own way, everyone else be damned.
Special Power:
Permanent body change - Discovered consciously near the age of 6, Shinyo can change the way his body works or looks over a long period of time by constantly focusing on the change he wants to create within himself. The ammount of time required for a change depends on the scope of the change and while the power is mostly passive, operating on a kind of subconscious want or need, it works best when Shinyo is able to set aside a few hours each day to devote himself completely to his power. He's been getting better at it as he's grown up allowing things like hair color to be changed in a little over a weeks time and he heals faster because of it. Things like growing new bones still take weeks, even months just for little ones and his grandest creation, his left wing took him almost nine years to complete and he hasn't yet undertaken the creation of his right one.
Rapid Creation - For emergencies only, Shinyo can supercharge his ability allowing for almost instant changes to his body. The changes however last only as long as his strength does and as the change fades it often takes with it a bit that was already there to begin with creating wounds varying greatly depending on what kind of change he supercharged. He once created a right wing to match his left, he reveled in its' presence but it lasted only a few hours before it began to fall away taking with it much of the skin on his back and some of what was underneath, causing such a wound that he nearly died.
History: Shinyo is a miracle child. Born to a loving mother of japanese origins and an unknown father almost a month earlier than expected, he was under developed and spent almost his entire first year at the hospital drifting on the edge of life and death: a lung missing, a small heart, a missing hand.
Unable to afford medical bills, Shinyo's mother was advised to take him home and enjoy whatever time he had left. The small babes first night at home was spent in the tears of his praying mother. "Please." She had pleaded to the heavens. "Don't take my boy from me." Something or someone was listening to her desperate cries for help because as the first few days passed, than a week, two weeks, a month, three months the young woman realized he would live.
Almost a year passed before Shinyo's mother dared to take him to the doctors for a checkup, afraid that her hope might be snatched from her. "Your son's heart has strengthed!" A stunned doctor declared. "And he has healthy lungs! Not lung... lungs!" He shouted again. Shinyo was again covered in the tears of his mother. "You are my miracle child." She had whispered softly.
A short time later, a cut opened at the end of Shinyo's right wrist where he had no hand which his mother cleaned and put a small band-aid on. It opened again but this time a small speck of white seemed to be sticking out. The wound opened and was than cleaned and bandaged several times but to the growing amazement of Shinyo's mother and the medical community, a hand was starting to take more definite shape until at the age of four Shinyo had a right hand to match his left.
Not everyone saw Shinyo's situation as a miracle, some saw him as demon possessed. Extremists and religious radicals hounded the young child and his mother forcing them to move several times but it seemed like they would never fully escape the persecution. At six, after several city changes, Shinyo began to display other changes, from the color of his hair to the color of his skin and he was bullied because of this. He was labled with several unpleasant names and came close to breaking several times but the unflinching devotion and support of his mother and a few close friends who were able to see past his differences pulled him through and strengthened him so that he embraced his uniqueness.
At six he soon discovered that over a period of time as long as he kept a constant thought about how he wanted his body to change it would respond and he wished for a wing that he might fly away and escape everything, that he might take his closest friends on faraway adventures. It was a slow change at first, a small cut appearing near his spine, between his shoulder blades. Than a small growth appeared that grew bigger. The progress was slow and sometimes came to a stop as Shinyo focused on other changes: black skin, red hair, patterns of bones, but nearly three months before his 16th birthday Shinyo extended his complete wing, and played a joyous hymn for his mother on a flute.
As of late Shinyo's resolve has weakened some, a recent move has taken him from his greatest friends and even the presence of his mother is not able to completely fill in the void. He recently heard of a school that might be a bit more accepting of him though and attends in high hopes for a brighter future.
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Family: Shiya Kyufura - Mother
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Dating:
EXAMPLE ROLE-PLAYING POST: The classroom was hushed, the only sound the breathing of 30 people and the low hum of an air conditioner. Shinyo smiled, he enjoyed first impressions and basked in the attention he was receiving.
"Class." Began the teacher, a middle aged woman that had kept the energy of youth about her. "This is your new classmate Shinyo Kyufura. Please make him feel at home." She did a small flourish and the class boomed out a welcome in stereo effect. She bid Shinyo to take a seat in the far right corner at the back of the class.
Shinyo noted that she cast a wary eye upon him as he started walking down an aisle towards his seat and he gave a small chuckle.
Really, if I was going to eat someone I'd of done it already He thought to himself, a lazy, lopsided smile appearing on his face as he took his seat.
The teacher called out a page number soon after and the shuffling and flipping of books and pages broke the silence. The teacher began her lesson plan in earnest, her routine hardly slowed by a new student but the topic going all around the room wasn't about any upcoming tests or assignments...they were about the new oddity Shinyo Kyufura.
"Does he dye his hair?" One girl whispered to another.
"Is that skin tone natural?" Whispered a large, thickset young man to his neighbor.
"What the hell is up with that wing? Does he think it's halloween or something?" A thin, young man whispered harshly behind him.
"Is he sick or something?" A suddenly very pale girl asked in a slight tremble.
Shinyo could only laugh, the deja vu all coming back to him. Soon though the novelty would wear off and whoever ran this place in typical high school fashion would make a house call to make sure the new kid knew his place.
Been getting bored as of late, hopefully their energetic and throw a punch my way Another small chuckle drew all attention to him again, like moths to a flame.
"Is there something funny about this Mr. Kyufura?" The teacher asked, annoyance clear in her tone.
"My apologies." Declared Shinyo, standing and giving an aplogatory bow. The teacher looked somewhat confused, afterall what teen was ever respectful. "It's alright, I'm sure being in a new school is a lot to take in, please take your seat."
"Yes mam." Shinyo moved back into his seat, the sun beating through the window to his left making him very sleepy. The rest of the class passed in a haze.
Through half lidded eyes Shinyo noted that books were being closed and snapped himself to full attention. "Class be sure to finish chapters 20 and 21 and be prepared for a test anyday now." She smiled and wrote a few key problems on the board. "Also remember to welcome our new student and to help him to his next class if he needs it." A bell rang suddenly and the 31 bodies within the classroom was down to 2 in a span of seconds.
"They move quickly." Shinyo remarked offhandedly surprised at the near magic of the sudden evacuation, his own feet carrying him to the door.
"Yes..."The teacher responded, still unsure of how to handle this strange new student. She was about to say something else but he was gone.
Outside in the crowded hallways, Shinyo was almost positive he was about to make his first new friend. The girl was shorter by almost foot, but she had pretty brown hair in a multitude of braids and overly expressive green eyes. Very cute.
"My names Kiya Awashira." She announced confidently, smiling.
"Shinyo Kyufura." Shinyo responded with a bright smile of his own. "A pleasure." He was about to ask for help getting to his next class when a loud, low voice alerted him that he had quite possibly also made his first enemy.
"What do you think your doing?" The tone was menacing, low and the loud hallway suddenly quieted.
"Talking." Shinyo responded, acting oblivious.
"Don't you start Takamura." Kiya said from behind, her left hand on her hip. "I'm not your girl anymore so quit trying to act like I am!"
A few steps brought the one called Takamura up to Shinyo and Kira. He was taller than Shinyo by a few inches and had the confident, arrogant stride one would expect from royalty. His build was thick but not in an overly obese manner, most of it was probably muscle, he was probably captain of nearly all the strength related sports teams.
Some shouting and grumbling occured between Kira and Takamura and Shinyo was disliking the atmosphere as it grew more and morer tense. "I regret ever going out with a brute like you!" Kira shouted.
"That's enough!" Takamura thundered, a meaty hand reaching out to grab the slightly stunned Kira. Shinyo intercepted Takamaru's hand with a vicelike grip around his wrist. Blinking in surprise Takamura wondered why he couldn't move forward and found that Shinyo had a hold of him.
This ignorant little whelp! I'll show him! Takamura snorted and drew back his other arm for a straight punch, one that would decimate the upstart in front of him.
Contact me at Silentblade07 @ yahoo.com (Meh good luck) or on AIM at fhadeddreamer7 ( I'm usually on a few hours each day) to discuss concerns or just to say Hi.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, hope to hear from someone soon.
Edited - Form2
Edited by: Toyimitsu at: 7/25/06 10:51 am
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