Ryosuke Hikaru | Earth Magi

Ryosuke Hikaru,

This is gospel for the fallen ones

This individual possesses a persona that is almost unorthodox in the makings and mannerisms of what one can expect. Ryosuke possesses an innate prospect of a code of chivalry, a chivalry that has led his life on to becoming quite the prospective medic. His nature of upholding the most elegant of rules on life were most necessary for him to follow in his line of work. Protect the innocent at any cost, and due to the need of any cost his reasoning may well be locked in every manner of being. This nature projects itself though, his ideal destiny of helping others aided and lead to succumbing to the needs of protection.

He is that last one for his incessant need for wanting to heal right in the middle of a battle. He is well trained in verses of self-protection but also the preservation of those around him. Now knowing his code of conduct and following suit the nature of his outer shell, all which is left is the way he treats others. That is the matter of high discussion as it depends greatly upon individual; however, needless to say he treats them equally and with good reverence. Loyalty to his friends is met with loyalty to the individuals, whereas betrayers are then obliged to be betrayed by his slip of medical hand.

The arts and natures of the other individuals however comes up shy in some regards, the most notable being where groups are against another group. Ryosuke bares and holds no grudges on those of other alliances unless they turn on him or a group he is a part of as that sparks the ignition of discord. In times of passion, Ryosuke is a hopeless loss and yet a romantic at that. His idea of romance is candle light, full moons, soft playing music, and all what a generalized public would call a feminized viewpoint. However to him, he enjoys that stuff because of his feline-esquire nature.

He can be a bastard at times, cruel and unusual in word and voice to someone he feels love to, but that is like anyone who had gone to high school, hate and love are two sides of the same coin. His natural familiarity of love is to that of females, females who need no checklist to fill to be perfect in his eyes as none can ever be truly perfect as he has come to believe. Moving on, Ryosuke hosts a specific difference from others in terms of friendship, anyone and everyone can be a friend however it is not that easy to become one. Hell, becoming a lover is easier than a friend.

He is one with very few friends, for the notice he only possesses two friends to the date. Friends are those that must survive battle of some kind with one's own. He became a healer for that reason and it was to heal others and make them friends on or in the future to the occurrence he was required to heal them upon. Such a stature, friends are those who are also survivors and for that reason they are the only true friends he will make in this day and age. When it comes to his code, there is a line of thought one must undergo with such ideology. With him, there is only so much he can do; after all, he is only human.

The seven virtues known are chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. The verse side being the sins of lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride. For the utmost he has humility, diligence, chastity, and kindness mastered. The others being a constant battle on the inside for his own soul. Everyone is not without sin, and to house a virtue only leads to being hosted by sin that much further. In his case: gluttony, greed, and wrath. These are not in the common folk senses, the greed not so much for money and power but greed for knowledge.

The gluttony as he is a glutton for punishment rather than just food, and wrath houses his mind for only a few cases, cases that test his patience to higher extremes than he can hold out. Once achieving the position he has now, one can say he has mellowed out on everyone being worthy of being a friend to him. Maybe it is for these things he chose the route and path that he has but there are many unknowns that make up who he is. Whatever the case he is something opposite of how he sometimes should be, though still a bastard he may be at times.

Ryosuke possesses a different amount of colors about his body in some ways that are most unorthodox and unnatural while in others they are quite natural. His hair is blonde and glossy, possessing a fine feel to it in ways most abnormal to the very awareness of the wear on his body. Skin possessing a chalky color to it in his paled form of tone as opposed to others of his family lineage as their skin is dark and ebony in detail like bark on a tree. The colors from this are also eminent in his blue eyes of very gripping proportions, proposing the natural idea that he cares little for most of what is around him.

This is untrue of course but these are the colors to what exactly he appears as given his hair atop his head in a messy atmosphere. His face his gentle, actually his entire appearance is structured around being gentle given his height can be at most times very daunting. The body structure being quite lithe in its ways that aren't abnormal while muscles are still under all the skin. The scraggly hair for a scruffy beard also is something of a shaggy appearance but it is still there and only makes him appear that much more wholesome. The face possesses an appearance of some bizarre item on display.

There is the oddity of which Ryosuke possesses a rather pleasant welcoming appearance. His eyes small, narrow, and at the same instance they are quite formative with a bit of curiosity to the face. The body possesses a few marks, each one hosting a different continuum to them that provides an oddity in and of itself to the same regard. The first is the scar that runs from the corner of his right shoulder downwards in a vertical line from there to his hip, a scar that hosts a very pink hue to it. This scar was one he received from his first battle side medical emergency in the life's conquest against the destruction of nature.

The next being an electrical scar tissue found directly three inches left of his lower back's center, also known as the sweet spot, as this is where Ryosuke took a nasty slash with an electrical blade many years ago. The number of scars will surely increase as his days as a medic are not ended yet. Though the scarring ages have not nearly ended he has found that they hold special memories to him, each scar possessing a story like the age lines of a cut down tree. His scars are shadded a vine colored gree, his truest signifier of his earth magi heritage. To anyone who asks about these markings he will tell them the truth, it just is his way of doing things.


Clothing: Ryosuke’s style of clothing can be quite distinctive in a crowd as it is highly different from what the man of this age wear, as he favors the old world’s clothing far more. It was more comfortable after all as his only defense against remarks of him needing to change his clothing to a more time appropriate wear. He wears black hakama pants that are quite fluid and unrestrictive to his motion. Atop of this he wears a black shihokushō that acts like a robe of sorts while a white sash ties it all together. Above this is the significant wear of a white haori that reaches down to his ankles in length with open front. The haori mostly covers his back and hosts long sleeves for his otherwise sleeveless shihokushō. Upon his feet he is barefoot, preferring to feel the grass between his toes and dirt against his soles.

Soul Object: His soul object is a bracelet that leads with a chain to a ring, quite sentimentally stated to being the chain of life’s cycle that confronted and observes things in threes, there are many symbols about it that do just that. First is the linking style of the chain, rather than the simple single bend of most jewelry nor the double bend of chainmail, this chain appears triple bent, bends on the bend as it were. There is also the fact that the object has three facets: the bracelet, the ring, and the chain connecting the two. Outside of this there is one last thing that coordinates the idealism of three and that is the three black opaque diamonds that center along the chain and fuel its embodiment as such. Indeed such an object is transpired by his history in the world and his passions yet also his trauma and past with it. It is called a “Soul Object” as it is believed to carry on his brother’s soul within.

Parents
Mother: Dai Hikaru-Yanagawa (deceased)
Father: Shihi Hikaru (deceased)

Siblings
Brother: Tenjin Hikaru (deceased)


To enter such a tale as this is a mind numbing experience, one that has taken hold of the individual known as Ryosuke by leaps and bounds to circumvent into what is now known as the pendulum of his life. He only possessed conscious thought after this point, relatively speaking he wanted all else to be dead after the visions and worlds he has foreseen, a place as this was truly something he could not wish for and it was something he never wanted to approach again after such tales were eminent to performing on him. However his history as brutal as it is, came about at a dastardly age. An age where man was just a sprouting thing in the digital age while the world was ran by many omni-giants of business, left without voice, left without a people to go back to. It was a world Ryosuke was quite intimate with.

However, to begin such a world let us go to the beginning of ‘Suke’s life, the very epitome of his beginning where he was birthed by his parents along with his twin, a family of which all but thriving among themselves. The peace was there, the childhood shackles that bind one another together all but thriving on such vivid days were all but gone by the laughter and cries of joy that the twins held, until such livelihood was shot down. The corruptible age being bargained and thriving in disposition to such ends that nothing else mattered at all. Indeed, ‘Suke was all but for the age of this and found such tidings to be even further down the line to which he could only surmise as a potentially dangerous zone of his living. He found the first of these evil tidings to dawn upon his mother, a reckless woman she was.

Reckless as she was, there was little more to her than a husk of her old being when the world was done with her. Pilfered by fires touch, torched like a sundry being and all at once the world was crashing down around the young Magi siblings and their father. Man had been born and been found wanting. The world was in turmoil as the living husk of a mother was all but for naught, nothing left of her cheerful smile, her loving arms, or that careful gaze. Indeed none of those existed but the entombed body that lay corroding away with the wind as it blew chunks of ashen flesh and bone away to the world outside. The first time man has experienced a volcanic ash cloud as some may have called it while for ‘Suke and his family he merely saw it as the end of the life of his mother.

Indeed such a tale as that was definitely unbidden in the ways of the world yet for ‘Suke he continued his dutiful life, one consisted of aiding his twin in all his life and needs yet the turmoil always comes in threes… always. Exponential the life that was taken when his father passed, the treachery of such a life of suffocating under one’s own magical touch was a dreadful one. The magic having been a life pulling magic causing such a swirl in vortex until the air was sucked clean from the lungs of his father. Air that once was in was colored purple, the inhalant poisons of a mushroom’s spore coloring and making it appear ever more treacherous of a suicide to almost be planted as a murder. However with ‘Suke and his twin being the witnesses to such a thing he could only surmise the grief his father felt.

Life was not easy after the parental deaths of these twins. For one, the twin to ‘Suke was unlike most at the time, indeed this very twin was a slow aging individual. Slow aging and among much was the fact that this individual was for certainty a truly living being. They served each other as if each were Djinn and yet in the end only one will ever serve fully than the other. It was the acceptable end of ‘Suke’s twin that led to the soul being transferred in completion to an object, what was this purely coincidental object that was the twin’s inhibitor? Quite simply put this object was a chained ring bracelet, something feminine yet at the same time unique enough to be masculine for ‘Suke as he found the chain to be perfectly linked to his sibling’s soul upon the passage of time.

Such was the tale that led the life of ‘Suke, his eyes narrowing upon which his soul bound family was, the ornamental chain and ring being the connection of himself to another, the very partnership that reasonably binds him to that of his serving brother. Indeed life was not kind to ‘Suke as the three losses were that of his mother, his father, and his sibling all rounded together into life’s cycle. It is unknown as to how many years passed this time that he found himself in love with nature, to find such kindness therein and to offer himself to aid in their easily passing lives. The nature lived only for so long and he could at least understand a bit of what it went through for the short timespans. Indeed he soon started doing such for humans, granting wishes to some, hiding from others and bided his time with contracts that survived the underground many years.

That is how he conducted business, always through a contract and under the delusion that he would only serve for an agreed amount of time and it was at the end that he was to take his leave, there is only one master to date that challenged this upon such tidings. Indeed the master was a cruel being, having used ‘Suke’s powers for his own army’s strength during some rebellion of the old days. ‘Suke wasn’t kind about his powers, indeed when he used them he did them with ill reward as he never sought to leave anyone alive when he decided to fight. The order “fight for me,” was one he had often come to understand and though sometimes he was a body guard there were other times he was the only one on the frontlines and though he was not bound to kill, he found enjoyment in it.

His magic’s wholesome potential to scatter itself around the playing field before coming back together was the key to his success. Rather than a single source as most men believe it was the magic from grains of sand that surrounded and fought for him, bloodying the battlefield with bleeding bodies and rock everywhere. ‘Suke was highly known for his combat prowess in such times but after the combat ended, the contract ended as well so he had went to collect his earnings and leave with peace ahead of him. This master however had other plans ahead, plans that truly shook ‘Suke to his core and changed some more of who he already was becoming. Indeed such a master was truly repugnant and finding a tiding as this was only more so phenomenal and yet dangerous all at the same time. ‘Suke was beaten and pillaged of his sexuality by such a master.

He had awoken the next day to find himself alone, his soul object beside him yet still attached to a hand not his own. However the hand attached was just that, just the hand. There was no other body remaining and ‘Suke realized he either had a guardian angel or had killed the brute himself. Both way, the man was ended and ‘Suke continued on his living of days. Many years passing when he had went underground living and barely surviving as days passed by. Living life as a knight in some countries and a mercenary in others. It was a life not worth living to some while to others it was a highlight to their years. However for ‘Suke he was doing this just so he didn’t petrify himself by the stagnancy of slow age. He wanted something different, something challenging, and though it was staring him in the face all those years he finally committed it to himself.

Appearing at the school first hand… Ready for a new challenge before him. This first school was a school of chefs, or rather the first few hundred schools were schools for aspiring chefs as each had a new culture that lay before him. Having taken all he could to learn among the humans that preyed upon his kind he served his life as a chef. Aiding and learning all he could with the kitchen as his new home. Many sleepless nights lay before him as he cooked, never ignoring the weight he could pay for a failing dish while all at the same time possessing an aptitude of making the impossible possible. The transition of always having fresh ingredients was his prerogative. Always deeming himself the best with spices his fortune. And always possessing a charismatic joy when cooking his gift to those he fed.

That is to say he wanted to keep with the goal of cooking but like combat that too was a battle short lived yet still fun as always. He found himself transferring into a new area of living, a place he soon called home as he found it to be acceptable of him. Indeed he still did the occasional contract but mostly he just lived. How? Why? There is little rhyme or reason to the methods of madness that drive this poor magi, but all that is known is that he leads his life knowing that the way of the world is shaping, and he cooks on the side line watching as it moved onwards. He has come about to hide his Magi heritage from most but he does tend to show off being a chef of the greatest caliber nonetheless.

• Green Thumb I: At this stage you're more of a plant whisperer than anything else. You can inquire of plants to grow at double the rate, wish them to birth more fruit, ask them to lift a root up to trip a chasing hunter. But that is the extent at this level. You're asking a living thing for assistance, of the which they can refuse. Might I suggest politeness?
  
• Earth I: You are able to geokinetically animate 500 lbs (reference) of earth one time. And when I say earth, I mean anything the earth has birthed naturally. Rocks, sand, dirt, etc. The material must be of 100% natural to be animated. For instance, metals cannot be at this stage.
  
• Healing Touch I: A masseuse by trade and designation, one's touch is calming and particularly pain free. Knowing the feel of the body beneath one's finger tips allows for full knowledgeable gain of the stresses done upon the particular body being massaged. At this stage healing itself does not happen but can act as a pain tolerant, downing the pain for a brief time before true medical help arrives.
  
• Green Thumb II: Now able to synchronize yourself with plants instantly by touch you are not needing to ask verbal permission anymore. Your wished for actions are theirs now willingly. Actions performed by these trees (etc)can be more elaborate and powerful. They can even grow further through out the duration of the synchronization.
  

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[b]Bleach, Kisuke Urahara[/b] as [i]Ryosuke Hikaru[/i]