Friday, March 11, 2005

   hi all another cool character. tell me what u think
Kindred

Yumi Shun is a man with a terrible curse. He roams the streets of Tokyo wondering why he is still alive and has excided all of his kin. “Why” he asks himself “does my skin rot in the light of day?”. It was this time ten years ago when his question was answered. He lumped in a back ally, he stank, he did not eat anything than the occasional rat. The a man of great wealth approached him, what was he doing so far from the other side of town so late he wondered. He approached Yumi, “Is this what is to become of one of my kin?” announced the man “Why I would be ashamed if I were you! Having that kind of power and not using it” he grunted. In a slow voice Yumi said “what on earth are you on about?” he looked up at the man before rolling back into the shadows. He recognized this man for the old times in the battles of Japan. “It’s you” he stammered “It’s really you. Your that sick warrior for the great battle. That one man who fell victim to my blade and survived. No matter how many times I stuck my blade in you, you did not fall. And then... All I knew was light and dark as I was torn away from my own body!” Yumi shivered at the recollection. “Yes those were the days. The young ones no days have no respect. I will give you a choice my young friend. I will help you master your gifts and re-master your fighting if you promise me one thing. That when I call upon you, you shall always be there. Well?” The mans face turned stern. Yumi rose to his feet and followed the man in silence. Yumi owes Weshiba so much. for now he roams the streets at night making pray out of the mischievous.

Yumi was at the temple of his ancestors, lighting the torches in honour of those past. ‘Fizz’ ‘Pop’ ‘Bang’. A firework shoot through the window of the seemingly abandon temple. Raising from the alter Yumi picked up the sword that lay upon it. Its handle was gold, a dragon entwined itself along the sheath and swallowed the handle. The dragons eyes turned black with the emotion of anger from disrespect the he now felt. The three boys outside where teasing one another to go into the temple. One of the got push forward, he took a swing from the bottle of whisky he held at his side before walking through the entrance. Closing the door behind him the boy got enticed by the gold family crest on the alter at the far end of the room. He ran over and out-starched his arm to take it when. “Yo dick-shit!” the man raised his head “respect you elders, an I’m over a 500 years old!” the boy was leapt upon by Yumi walking on the ceiling. The two other boys walked in from the noises they heard. They screamed in terror as a very youthful man was tearing the neck off their friend. Yumi cast aside the empty husk, noticing his visitors. In a rage on of the boy’s pulled a knife into view and charged at Yumi. The man split in two halves, one appeared angelic and one appeared satanic. They both fizzled out of view as the knife cut the air were they stood. The images fleeted back into view behind the man still in the doorway. The boy with the knife turned to the bolted around to the sound of his friends head rolling onto the floor. The headless body slumped, sending the knife wielding boy into a furry. The boy’s hand moved rapidly pushing Yumi back as he ricochet the attack from him with his katana. The battle move on to the courtyard in view of the full moon. The boy with the knife looked up “Now your in trouble” he screamed as a worm like tail burst from his back. He tore at his flesh reviling a manky fur, a snout stretched from his face. “You have got to be kidding me, a blasted were-rat! This is not my night” sighed Yumi, but he thought it does make things more...interesting. The rat boy licked his dagger, the vile saliva more deadly than any poison. Swiftly the rat boy rolled picked up a rock and launched it directly at Yumi, dodging it he stood straight to see his rival had launched himself at him. The dust and grit from the floor lifted and threw up at the rat, blinding him. “Two can play dirty!” yelled Yumi his blade raised in the air moving the cloud. Scowling the rat tried again and charged, the dagger scathed Yumi’s arm. He tried not to clutch it, for the rat boy would pick up on his weakness. Not wasting time the rat boy came back around for more, but this time he was ready. Yumi waited until the last moment then turned in on himself the rat boy followed the change in direction. Yumi now had absorbed the attack an span him hands in a circular motion. The dagger went flying as Yumi brought his body weight down on the arm. It splintered dislocating it completely. But that did not deter the rat boy as he bit into the eastern vampires arm. Whailing in pain Yumi dragon’s eyes on the blade lit red. A power surge brought a rush of speed to Yumi as he lost control. His demon had taken over it ripped the arm from the mouth pulling the rats front teeth with it, ripping them out he used lighting speed and struck the rat boy hard from all angles. He then ran up behind him putting his knee hard into his back, the rat boy coughed up blood as Yumi gripped either side of his head and snapped his neck. A naked human fell into Yumi’s arms as he feasted to build back his energy. He was back in control of himself again. He looked in his mind and spoke aloud. “I wondered when you would turn up again. I thought I told you to get lost?” A laugh sounded from the back of his mind as his inner demon answered. “How could you resist me, it runs in your blood. Or their blood, which ever way you look at it!” chuckled his demon. Yumi sheathed his sword before returning to the temple, enough blood had been spilled on his account tonight.

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