Post by Shu Rui Jiang on Apr 27, 2018 14:47:58 GMT
★ Shu Rui Jiang ★
Played by: Xubo
Faceclaim: Tokyo Ghoul, Takizawa Seidou
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Weight and Height: 126lb/5’8”
Appearance: Shu once looked somewhat like a healthy average kid, but after his little...incident, the very incident that set off the activation of his dormant Gifts, his figure quickly deteriorated until it was almost no longer recognisable as that of a living human.
His face is sunken and almost skeletal in the right light, skin always seemingly stretched uncomfortably thin. His pupils are often dilated and bloodshot in alarm, lips scarred and chapped from constant nervous licking.
His hair, once a rich mahogany hue, is now a strange off-white shade of cream, brittle and prone to falling out in clumps, then regrowing rapidly. His skin is a pale anaemic white, suggesting a heavy lack of sunlight in his recent life. His limbs, torso and body in general are strangely hollow-looking...almost as if something had attempted to eat him from the inside out, but hadn’t succeeded and still left a good load of meat.
When stressed from any extreme emotion (fear, anger, pain, etc.), his flesh seems to writhe and bulge in unnatural places, as if something was alive under his skin.
His clothing generally consists of baggy, obscuring clothes covered by a large black hooded cloak, an article of clothing he constantly wears no matter what the weather is like. Most of the time, only his face and hands are showing. During and immediately before or after class time, he wears his uniform under his cloak.
Occupation:UNIVERSAL SOURCE OF MEGASAD Cadet
Personality: Jumpy, scatterbrained, neurotic and panicky are all words that perfectly embody Shu. His defining characteristic is his overwhelming paranoia and indecisiveness, always fidgeting and prone to jittery breaks from reality whenever a situation gets a little too complicated for his likes. He seems to calm down when insects of any sort are around, whether he notices them or not.
Many people wonder how exactly he manages to still get by with all this in his head, but the other face of the two-sided coin that is Shu’s extreme neuroticism is exactly what pushes him to break through his own jumbled and unclear thoughts to, every time, somehow pull himself through adversity; a strange, self-destructive resourcefulness and perfectionism that extends to many areas in his life.
Shu generally speaks in the third person, and has a tendency to refer to himself using ‘we’ as a pronoun when under stress. Not many people like to talk to or interact with him, and that’s exactly how Shu likes it. Anyway, it’s not like he needs people; he has a million voices in his head to keep him company.
And the voices are very, very real.
Background: Shu Rui Jiang wasn’t always the scared, pale shell of a human he is today. Born in China to a lower-middle class family of blue-collar labourers, Shu understood how hard life was from a very young age, but kept up a healthy optimistic outlook towards it. He and his three older sisters did well at school, and everything seemed to be going the right way by the time he was 15; two of his sisters had graduated to a prestigious university, and the third was going strong as well, with high hopes from everyone.
That all changed when the ‘screening’ happened.
On a day like any other, the Jiang residence was stormed by a group of armed men claiming to be ‘government agents’, investigating the emergence of supernaturally-capable children in the areas surrounding their village. Shu’s father requested that they prove their identities...and was gunned down mercilessly for it. Their mother, who had always been a brave woman, seized a kitchen knife and attempted to fight back while yelling for Shu’s sisters to grab him and run.
After the siblings had run a fair way from the house, far away enough that they couldn’t hear the gunshots and yells anymore. They huddled up in an abandoned building for the night, making plans to go to the police the next day, when the men had left.
That plan never came to fruition though, when they woke the next morning in the back of a musty-smelling truck, gagged and bound along with many, many other children like him and his sisters, headed for god knows where. Hours later, the truck shuddered to a stop, and a foul gas flooded the place. The world spun and went dark. He never saw his sisters again.
When he awoke for the second time that day, Shu found himself in a padded cell with a locked door, all his clothes replaced with a cold grey jumpsuit. Screaming, crying and begging got no response, not for the first hour anyway. As Shu gave up and curled up, waiting for something, anything to happen, two burly men in hazmat suits entered and took him away.
From that point on, Shu didn’t remember much. A long, white corridor stretching in front of him, doors opening with hisses of air, the clacking shut of the restraints on his hands, feet and body...the probing, prodding, stabbing, slicing, the needles, knives, clamps, the blood, flesh, everything everywhere…
The one part of the whole nightmarish process he could remember clear as day was the implanting. As he writhed in pain, limbs and torso slick with blood from open wounds old and new, the thing was presented before his eyes.
“With this little worm, boy, your transformation will be complete. Don’t you struggle now...”
Of course, how the hell was he not going to struggle? He bit, spat, shook and screamed, but nothing could stop the wriggling little thing from crawling closer and closer...until it began burrowing into him, eating, eating him alive from the outside in, then from the inside out…
Shu fainted, understandably.
Waking up screaming in his cell, Shu immediately noted that all his wounds had healed. Had all that been a dream?
“No. I am very much real, Shu.”
Snapping his head to the left then the right, Shu looked for the owner of that horrible, rasping voice. There was nobody there. But there was a voice. A voice in his head.
“What the hell? What the hell?! WHAT ARE Y-”
Before he could finish questioning the voice, his head, chest and stomach all stung with an unworldly pain, as if someone had wrapped razor wires around his entire innards and was drawing it tight.
“Quiet. I am the worm. I am the thing they put inside you. I am one of many, but I am also one of a kind. You are my...”
There was a pause, then an odd feeling of phantom tendrils curling around his brain, sucking at the very memories he held.
“You are my host. They think I have died. I have not. They are here. I have grown, and we will escape together. Three outside the door.”
Before Shu could ask the voice what was going on, the door of the cell burst open and the yellow plastic of a hazmat suit came into sight. Suddenly, his right shoulder burst into a flurry of red and black, his left sclera turning the same color. An arthropodic leg, tipped with a razor-sharp claw, burst from Shu’s back, and he didn’t feel anything. Before he could do much besides screaming, the thing had run one of the hazmat men through, painting the room red.
Once again, Shu’s memories are fuzzy here. Staggering into the hallway. More impaling. Screaming and gagging, most of it not his own. Blood and viscera. His vision growing fuzzy with tears and confusion. Then, daylight. Running away, as far as his feet would take him. Far, far away, never looking back, never thinking back.
Far, far away happened to be onto a large freight ship. And that large freight ship happened to be heading for a very specific island. And on that island was a school, specifically for strange children like Shu. It only took a bit of lying, forgetting, tears and bribery, along with a bit of the parasite’s guidance, and he was taken in by that school as an orphaned boarding student.
Just as he was getting used to this strange new life, the world turned on its head again.
...
“A-Astraeus? Shu doesn’t wanna go to Astraeus. Shu likes it here.”
“Listen, kid...you don’t have anything left here. Parents? No records. Place of residence? None under your name. School? Astraeus is better.”
“Shu...um...”
“He’s right, Shu. You should sign. There’s nothing for you here.”
“Made up your mind yet, kid?”
“Ummm...Shu reconsidered. Give Shu pen. Shu sign now.”
“Nice. We’ll send you a taxi to the airport tomorrow morning, ten. Can you get up that early?”
“Shu can get up. Shu has...a friend to help.”
“Alright. We’ll see you at Astraeus.”
...
Who were the people who did this to him? What was the true nature of this parasite? Will Shu ever live a normal life? Only time will tell. Time, luck, and fate.
Skills and Weaknesses:
+
Utter perfectionist, puts as much effort as possible into everything he does.
Cautious and anticipates most, if not all, threats to himself in most situations.
Always finishes what he starts, no matter what.
Has a powerful Qi parasite nesting within him.
-
Extremely neurotic, gets nervous breakdowns constantly.
Always extremely hungry; constantly, constantly hungry.
Is a massive pessimist, will always assume worst outcome when things go bad.
Said Qi parasite isn’t very nice.
Gifts:
PRIMARY: WRATH OF THE SWARM LV.1
Shu’s powers are the result of a parasitic entity’s implantation into his body when he was 15. This entity’s introduction into his physiology wrecked his sanity and body and entwined his life inexorably with the parasite’s but wasn’t entirely without benefit. The parasite, feeding off his sanity and body, grants Shu in return an enormous hive of its offspring to command, so as to better defend himself (and itself by extension) with.
The hive consists (as of now) of three simple distinct types of insect:
Type 1 - Feeder Drone: These are relatively simple little creatures, spawned by the parasite as its disposable ‘infantry’, so to speak. These red and black patterned beetle-like creatures are born with one purpose thudding through their tiny brains, and that is to gorge endlessly on the flesh of the first living entity they come into contact with until they literally burst.
Type 2 - Stinger Midge: As the aerial ‘shock troops’ in the parasite’s legion of insects, the role of these little pests is to create openings in the enemy’s defence with a focused and decisive assault. Armed with skin-piercing stingers and near-endless numbers, Stinger Midges gather in thick clouds to assault any entity the parasite identifies as an enemy with excruciating and itchy stings, softening them up for further strikes.
Type 3 - Suture Bug: Created more as a creature of utility than combat, Suture Bugs are the parasite’s first crude attempts at something that isn’t actually a terrifying bio-weapon. These ant-like insects have large mandibles with an incredible bite strength, capable of clamping tight together even after the removal and death of the rest of its body. The parasite goads these insects into biting lacerations on Shu’s body, thus acting as crude sutures until he can find a better solution.
SECONDARY: PARASITIC TERROR LV.1
What lives under Shu’s skin is the root of all his powers; a parasitic life-form, implanted into him at the age of fifteen, ingrained deeply into his physiology. Having spent most of a year integrating itself into Shu’s bodily system, the parasite is capable of communicating with Shu telepathically as well as sometimes manipulating his thoughts and emotions, albeit clumsily.
The parasite is also able to act as a ‘lookout’, having access to Shu’s sensory inputs as much as he himself does; this enables it to process sensory information objectively as a separate entity and alert Shu to incoming threats. This doesn’t always mean that Shu can react in time, however.
Statistics:
(12 points)
Strength: B
Agility: B
Endurance: B
Perception: B
Played by: Xubo
Faceclaim: Tokyo Ghoul, Takizawa Seidou
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Weight and Height: 126lb/5’8”
Appearance: Shu once looked somewhat like a healthy average kid, but after his little...incident, the very incident that set off the activation of his dormant Gifts, his figure quickly deteriorated until it was almost no longer recognisable as that of a living human.
His face is sunken and almost skeletal in the right light, skin always seemingly stretched uncomfortably thin. His pupils are often dilated and bloodshot in alarm, lips scarred and chapped from constant nervous licking.
His hair, once a rich mahogany hue, is now a strange off-white shade of cream, brittle and prone to falling out in clumps, then regrowing rapidly. His skin is a pale anaemic white, suggesting a heavy lack of sunlight in his recent life. His limbs, torso and body in general are strangely hollow-looking...almost as if something had attempted to eat him from the inside out, but hadn’t succeeded and still left a good load of meat.
When stressed from any extreme emotion (fear, anger, pain, etc.), his flesh seems to writhe and bulge in unnatural places, as if something was alive under his skin.
His clothing generally consists of baggy, obscuring clothes covered by a large black hooded cloak, an article of clothing he constantly wears no matter what the weather is like. Most of the time, only his face and hands are showing. During and immediately before or after class time, he wears his uniform under his cloak.
Occupation:
Personality: Jumpy, scatterbrained, neurotic and panicky are all words that perfectly embody Shu. His defining characteristic is his overwhelming paranoia and indecisiveness, always fidgeting and prone to jittery breaks from reality whenever a situation gets a little too complicated for his likes. He seems to calm down when insects of any sort are around, whether he notices them or not.
Many people wonder how exactly he manages to still get by with all this in his head, but the other face of the two-sided coin that is Shu’s extreme neuroticism is exactly what pushes him to break through his own jumbled and unclear thoughts to, every time, somehow pull himself through adversity; a strange, self-destructive resourcefulness and perfectionism that extends to many areas in his life.
Shu generally speaks in the third person, and has a tendency to refer to himself using ‘we’ as a pronoun when under stress. Not many people like to talk to or interact with him, and that’s exactly how Shu likes it. Anyway, it’s not like he needs people; he has a million voices in his head to keep him company.
And the voices are very, very real.
Background: Shu Rui Jiang wasn’t always the scared, pale shell of a human he is today. Born in China to a lower-middle class family of blue-collar labourers, Shu understood how hard life was from a very young age, but kept up a healthy optimistic outlook towards it. He and his three older sisters did well at school, and everything seemed to be going the right way by the time he was 15; two of his sisters had graduated to a prestigious university, and the third was going strong as well, with high hopes from everyone.
That all changed when the ‘screening’ happened.
On a day like any other, the Jiang residence was stormed by a group of armed men claiming to be ‘government agents’, investigating the emergence of supernaturally-capable children in the areas surrounding their village. Shu’s father requested that they prove their identities...and was gunned down mercilessly for it. Their mother, who had always been a brave woman, seized a kitchen knife and attempted to fight back while yelling for Shu’s sisters to grab him and run.
After the siblings had run a fair way from the house, far away enough that they couldn’t hear the gunshots and yells anymore. They huddled up in an abandoned building for the night, making plans to go to the police the next day, when the men had left.
That plan never came to fruition though, when they woke the next morning in the back of a musty-smelling truck, gagged and bound along with many, many other children like him and his sisters, headed for god knows where. Hours later, the truck shuddered to a stop, and a foul gas flooded the place. The world spun and went dark. He never saw his sisters again.
When he awoke for the second time that day, Shu found himself in a padded cell with a locked door, all his clothes replaced with a cold grey jumpsuit. Screaming, crying and begging got no response, not for the first hour anyway. As Shu gave up and curled up, waiting for something, anything to happen, two burly men in hazmat suits entered and took him away.
From that point on, Shu didn’t remember much. A long, white corridor stretching in front of him, doors opening with hisses of air, the clacking shut of the restraints on his hands, feet and body...the probing, prodding, stabbing, slicing, the needles, knives, clamps, the blood, flesh, everything everywhere…
The one part of the whole nightmarish process he could remember clear as day was the implanting. As he writhed in pain, limbs and torso slick with blood from open wounds old and new, the thing was presented before his eyes.
“With this little worm, boy, your transformation will be complete. Don’t you struggle now...”
Of course, how the hell was he not going to struggle? He bit, spat, shook and screamed, but nothing could stop the wriggling little thing from crawling closer and closer...until it began burrowing into him, eating, eating him alive from the outside in, then from the inside out…
Shu fainted, understandably.
Waking up screaming in his cell, Shu immediately noted that all his wounds had healed. Had all that been a dream?
“No. I am very much real, Shu.”
Snapping his head to the left then the right, Shu looked for the owner of that horrible, rasping voice. There was nobody there. But there was a voice. A voice in his head.
“What the hell? What the hell?! WHAT ARE Y-”
Before he could finish questioning the voice, his head, chest and stomach all stung with an unworldly pain, as if someone had wrapped razor wires around his entire innards and was drawing it tight.
“Quiet. I am the worm. I am the thing they put inside you. I am one of many, but I am also one of a kind. You are my...”
There was a pause, then an odd feeling of phantom tendrils curling around his brain, sucking at the very memories he held.
“You are my host. They think I have died. I have not. They are here. I have grown, and we will escape together. Three outside the door.”
Before Shu could ask the voice what was going on, the door of the cell burst open and the yellow plastic of a hazmat suit came into sight. Suddenly, his right shoulder burst into a flurry of red and black, his left sclera turning the same color. An arthropodic leg, tipped with a razor-sharp claw, burst from Shu’s back, and he didn’t feel anything. Before he could do much besides screaming, the thing had run one of the hazmat men through, painting the room red.
Once again, Shu’s memories are fuzzy here. Staggering into the hallway. More impaling. Screaming and gagging, most of it not his own. Blood and viscera. His vision growing fuzzy with tears and confusion. Then, daylight. Running away, as far as his feet would take him. Far, far away, never looking back, never thinking back.
Far, far away happened to be onto a large freight ship. And that large freight ship happened to be heading for a very specific island. And on that island was a school, specifically for strange children like Shu. It only took a bit of lying, forgetting, tears and bribery, along with a bit of the parasite’s guidance, and he was taken in by that school as an orphaned boarding student.
Just as he was getting used to this strange new life, the world turned on its head again.
...
“A-Astraeus? Shu doesn’t wanna go to Astraeus. Shu likes it here.”
“Listen, kid...you don’t have anything left here. Parents? No records. Place of residence? None under your name. School? Astraeus is better.”
“Shu...um...”
“He’s right, Shu. You should sign. There’s nothing for you here.”
“Made up your mind yet, kid?”
“Ummm...Shu reconsidered. Give Shu pen. Shu sign now.”
“Nice. We’ll send you a taxi to the airport tomorrow morning, ten. Can you get up that early?”
“Shu can get up. Shu has...a friend to help.”
“Alright. We’ll see you at Astraeus.”
...
Who were the people who did this to him? What was the true nature of this parasite? Will Shu ever live a normal life? Only time will tell. Time, luck, and fate.
Skills and Weaknesses:
+
Utter perfectionist, puts as much effort as possible into everything he does.
Cautious and anticipates most, if not all, threats to himself in most situations.
Always finishes what he starts, no matter what.
Has a powerful Qi parasite nesting within him.
-
Extremely neurotic, gets nervous breakdowns constantly.
Always extremely hungry; constantly, constantly hungry.
Is a massive pessimist, will always assume worst outcome when things go bad.
Said Qi parasite isn’t very nice.
Gifts:
PRIMARY: WRATH OF THE SWARM LV.1
Shu’s powers are the result of a parasitic entity’s implantation into his body when he was 15. This entity’s introduction into his physiology wrecked his sanity and body and entwined his life inexorably with the parasite’s but wasn’t entirely without benefit. The parasite, feeding off his sanity and body, grants Shu in return an enormous hive of its offspring to command, so as to better defend himself (and itself by extension) with.
The hive consists (as of now) of three simple distinct types of insect:
Type 1 - Feeder Drone: These are relatively simple little creatures, spawned by the parasite as its disposable ‘infantry’, so to speak. These red and black patterned beetle-like creatures are born with one purpose thudding through their tiny brains, and that is to gorge endlessly on the flesh of the first living entity they come into contact with until they literally burst.
Type 2 - Stinger Midge: As the aerial ‘shock troops’ in the parasite’s legion of insects, the role of these little pests is to create openings in the enemy’s defence with a focused and decisive assault. Armed with skin-piercing stingers and near-endless numbers, Stinger Midges gather in thick clouds to assault any entity the parasite identifies as an enemy with excruciating and itchy stings, softening them up for further strikes.
Type 3 - Suture Bug: Created more as a creature of utility than combat, Suture Bugs are the parasite’s first crude attempts at something that isn’t actually a terrifying bio-weapon. These ant-like insects have large mandibles with an incredible bite strength, capable of clamping tight together even after the removal and death of the rest of its body. The parasite goads these insects into biting lacerations on Shu’s body, thus acting as crude sutures until he can find a better solution.
SECONDARY: PARASITIC TERROR LV.1
What lives under Shu’s skin is the root of all his powers; a parasitic life-form, implanted into him at the age of fifteen, ingrained deeply into his physiology. Having spent most of a year integrating itself into Shu’s bodily system, the parasite is capable of communicating with Shu telepathically as well as sometimes manipulating his thoughts and emotions, albeit clumsily.
The parasite is also able to act as a ‘lookout’, having access to Shu’s sensory inputs as much as he himself does; this enables it to process sensory information objectively as a separate entity and alert Shu to incoming threats. This doesn’t always mean that Shu can react in time, however.
Statistics:
(12 points)
Strength: B
Agility: B
Endurance: B
Perception: B
