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| Name: | Hisoki ("secret") |
| Bond: | ? |
| Candidate At: | The Twisted Fate, Biotheurge 00 |
| From: | The Celestial Realm, drawn by Jess D |
| Species: | Celestial Guardian |
| Age: | Adult |
| Sex: | Male |
| Size: | 5'1" at the shoulder |
| Element: | Dark |
| Color: | Flat Midnight |
| Mane: | Black |
| Eyes: | Red |
| Family: | High One, creator; Nibori and Yasahiro, "brothers"; Izumi, Moriko, and Natsume, "sisters" |
| Residence: | A modest manor in the Nexus, planet currently unknown |
| Personality: | From the start, Hisoki was strange. He was
the only one of his celestial siblings with an aura of darkness, and he
was born black instead of white. That oddness didn't go away as he grew
older, and neither did his affinity with darkness: both merely
strengthened and solidified. He has no desire for friends or for
company, or even contact with other beings, beyond the dubious company
of his Collection and the brief and usually unobserved contact required
to add to that Collection. To Hisoki, the only thing that matters is
that one thing: his Collection. People he sees merely as things he might
take from, and occasionally something to draw amusement and
entertainment from, but only in the way one might gain amusement and
entertainment from a pet, or something less than a pet, for Hisoki forms
no emotional attachments, or attachments at all, with anyone he has seen
or had contact with. Mortals are merely playthings, vessels for
enriching his Collection and his store of memories, things to bring to
ruin and see how they will react to the loss of the one thing they hold
dear above all others.
There is something vaguely childlike about Hisoki, as well. The delight he takes in taking something new for his Collection is like a child's with a new toy and his sentience, though more complete than that of any mortal, is also set at ever so slightly a remove from his own thoughts. He rarely thinks of himself in the first person, and he never thinks of himself by his own name, though he does know it. Introspection and long-term planning are both actually difficult for him, and not things he engages in often. His obsession with his Collection, with bringing the ruin of others, is in large part beyond any control of his own. The very thought of losing his Collection, or even not adding to it, is enough to induce panic, and though he does make conscious choices to take and watch and destroy the lives of others, there is a compulsion to it which can take over after he's made the choice and which can compel him to take and watch and destroy even when he otherwise might not. It's unknown, and perhaps unknowable, whether this is simply a strong idiosyncrasy, a form of insanity on his part, or an instinctive bowing to some power higher even than himself, for Hisoki has never once questioned it. Hisoki is completely amoral, having no thoughts of right or wrong, or good or bad. Things simply are, and he rarely considers what anyone else would think of him, much less care what anyone else would think of him. In this sense, he is an innocent, living apart from any kind of socialization or moral code. When he does show himself to others, he has a kind of polite gentlemanliness to him and a distinct lack of putting himself forward in any way. As a rule, he will defer to anyone around him of equal or higher "rank" unless it has anything to do with his Collection: there, he is implacable, and will defer to no one, no matter how powerful they might be. |
| History, by Jess D: |
When the original celestials were given to
their caretaker, the High One kept a couple of eggs back, leaving only
the five. The eggs she kept felt a bit odd to her, and she wanted to be
sure of their inhabitants before letting them roam the world. Hisoki was
the last of these eggs, and the only one she did not allow to leave
after a time. When he hatched, contrary to his "siblings", he
was pure black and had a distinctly malevolent aura.
Over time, he did nothing to relieve her fears, and in fact strengthened them when she discovered that he had taken to collecting random items. At least, she thought they were random, until she sat and looked at them, and realized what they had in common. All were small trinkets, at least to a dragon, but they all held a piece of their former owners. Every item in his collection had once been the most treasured possession of a lower being, something that being had poured their heart and soul into. She once took a quick trip to the region he had acquired his most recent trinkets, and was horrified to find families of broken people, their lives destroyed by the loss of their heirlooms. Terrified at the thought of what she had allowed free, and the look of delight on his face every time he brought home a new piece, she rushed back, resolving to lock him away from the lower beings forever. But when she got there, he and his collection were already gone.... |
| Abilities: | Teleportation: unlimited range. Verbal speech: any language, though he really doesn't talk much. Telepathy: weak and with a range limited to a quarter-mile or line-of-sight, but he is quite subtle in its use within that range. Invisibility: the influencing of the perceptions of others to believe he is not there, or is something else. Mild shape-shifting: the ability to dull the silver of his belly scales and darken the blue of the rest of his scales to better hide in the dark without actually using his invisibility, and to make himself more compact to fit into rooms otherwise too small for him. Heart Sense: the ability to detect that which a person values most. Moderate Dark element control: weak shadowmancy, simple elimination and bending of light, some minor influence on darker emotions. Immortality: as the "child" of a goddess he will not age, and is difficult-- though not impossible-- to kill. |
| Theme: | Nine Inch Nails, The Collector |
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Quote borrowed from The Collector by Nine Inch Nails |