Post by Hiro Matsudaira on Feb 8, 2009 14:59:25 GMT -5
Character Info
Name: Hiro Matsudaira; "Lord", "Matsu-Matsu"
Gender: Male
Age: 457
Eye Color: Violet
Bloodlust: Gold
Hair Color: Black
Bloodlust: N/A
Race: Vampire Hybrid
Coven: Romanian
Rank: Noble
Blood Flavor: Love, Loathing, Lust
Character Description:
The man appears to be the size of an adolescent, between the ages of twelve and fourteen; as though his growth were stunted by the sudden recognition of his race. In reality, Matsudaira has been in existence for well near a long six centuries. His voice sounds like "... that of a mature woman's", which will no doubt stoke the flames of the illusion that he is nothing but a child. His smile is warm and inviting, and his hair is black and silky, shining with a glare that is so pristine that one would have to struggle not to envy it. The colour of the soft skin that is wrapped around his solid body is that of a fine, pale cream, and is noticably healthy and maintained; there is never a moment that one would find him without a manicured set of nails and moisturized skin, as well as a thin layer of gloss upon his smooth, moist lips. His eyes swirl with a beautiful shade of violet, ever bright and responsive to the happy qualities of life.
When in the boundaries of his estate he wears a long colourful robe, or otherwise known as kimono; reminiscent of the kind worn by those of the Japanese nobility during the Sixteenth Century. When in the view of the public he wears a modernized black pea coat and likewise a black cotton scarf when cold. Underneath that, he wears a white and black Ringed T T-Shirt, and a pair of deep blue jeans with a black leather belt and a simple steel buckle; a casual set of attire. When out of the estate and roaming the city he is rarely ever seen without a cane in his hand. Nestled within the left breast pocket of his coat (or whatever pocket is accessible) is a cracked, solid gold pocket watch; an item of much sentimental value.
Blood lust Description:
There is not very much to take note of in terms of cosmetics when he is in the state of "Blood Lust", save for a set of "claw-like" nails that seem to grow within seconds and the dramatic image of two burning, golden pools of light in a disturbing sense of desperation within the painfully bloodshot eyes of his. Rather than the curiously vibrant smile that is almost always found upon his soft, gloss-swept lips, there is instead a grim or thin line of what can only be expressed as an eerie expression of distaste or perhaps even discomfort; which serves to hide the razor-sharp and unnaturally long "wolf teeth" within his mouth.
Clearly, when sunken into the depths of his lust, he has nowhere near the level of cheer when otherwise in a "normal" state of mind; a definite indication of this fact being the 'passive-aggressive' persona he takes on; however, his discomfort is not always so subtle. This ultimately means that his personality can take on the qualities of sarcasm, to outright infuriation depending on the context of the situation. It is a complex process, but not particularly something that one other than himself would thoroughly notice, unless they were intimately familiar with him.
Personality:
Hiro is generally the type to be an upbeat, and for the most part, happy individual. There is almost never a moment in which you will not see him smiling, and one can easily expect to be greeted with a warm welcome when speaking to him, only to be met with as equally warm words when the time comes to part. As a member of a noble family, however, there are times when he can be somewhat "particular" in terms of judgement: "the food is somewhat cold", "this gold pales in comparison to the other", "the colour of this gloss is somewhat lacking in vibrance", are only some of the never-ending comments that one may encounter when in his presence.
While he may be fastidious, he is not necessarily "upset" over these details: it is simply a habit (whether it is a bad habit or not is a matter of opinion; I would opt for bad) of his to point out the details in that, or otherwise those, which catch his attention; and so it is rarely ever the case of a typical pampered person with him. On a general basis he is calm, passionate and joyous, and is very much open to converse with anybody sporting a "decent-enough" appearance; and that would mean excluding anyone who could potentially spell an immense level of trouble. For example, you could easily find him mingling with crowds of calm, collected men and women, rather than overtly-boisterous groups of teenagers.
Family:
Father: Oda Matsudaira [NPC] ; Mother: Hime Matsudaira [NPC]
History:
Born by the passionate unison of Oda and Hime Matsudaira in the Owari Province: Oda, being the illegitimate son of a respected daimyo in Sixteenth-Century Japan and his beautiful concubine; and Hime, the legitimate daughter of a wealthy samurai lord and his warm-hearted spouse. It was by mere chance that their marriage should be arranged, as their fathers had met whilst traveling abroad in an event that is best left unspoken of for now. They held the ceremony in the relatively large home of Oda's family, under the tranquil blanket of night. Hiro was born on a vivid spring night within the following year, during a planned ceremony or party known as "Yozakura"; which is essentially the night-time version of the Japanese tradition "Hanami", or, flower viewing. The birth was a difficult process, but there were no fatal casualties. When all was said and done, the family returned to their native province: Mikawa.
From an early age, little Matsu-Matsu (the pet name given him by his mother and thus used by her retainers, which literally translates to "Pine-Pine") exhibited an exceptional degree of talent in both the literary and artistic fields. By the age of four he was already beginning to develop a flawless technique in his use of the brush, both in terms of paint, and calligraphy. He never spent much time outside of the estate, as his parents had forbidden it after an incident when the child had unwittingly broken the arm of his playmate during a mock game of sumo; a sport that was rising in popularity with the influence of Oda Nobunaga at the time. Naturally, he was not left with many other activities aside from art, literature, and the practice of many cultural tea ceremonies. But the most curious aspect about the unfortunate exchange between the two friends, is that Matsu-Matsu was not exerting any excessive amounts of force during the game.
One night, at the young age of twelve and while his father was on a campaign in service to the clan, and his mother lay sound asleep in her bed above, Hiro snuck from the castle. Years of being kept and sheltered inside the estate had driven him to break free of his shackles. No, he did not feel any amount of resentment toward his parents, but within his soul he knew or believed that he would not be able to stand another day nor night locked up in the same place any longer. He wanted to play with the other children, wanted to paint and run around the village with them, shouting, jumping, and just be a child. And so he ran from his room, not a sound beneath his feet as he seemed to glide from the building; not even a breath being released into the night air, for fear that even one of the many guards surrounding the castle would detect him.
He ran, ducked, hid and slid his way through the estate and before long he had made it to the wall. Finally, he was at the last leg toward his freedom. Without so much as a second thought, and much to his amazement, he leapt into the air and his body seemed to launch over the great height of the stone. With barely a 'thud' he landed on the soft, grass-covered earth with his bare feet. It was a success. When he finally arrived in the village he met a group of children around his age: children descended from fishermen, merchants, and farmers; two or three were the spawn of the local samurai, and they played throughout the night without a care in the world, before each of them would sneak back into their homes before daybreak. This pattern was repeated: sneak out, play, return, and with each new adventure they would do something more drastic and thrilling than the last, whether it was tying the poles of the fishermen together by the line or setting their parents' finest linens on fire. He would only participate in these games for a short while.
They were outside the village late in the night, their parents away from the village or asleep in their rooms. Michiru, one of the girls in the group, was on a dare to climb the tallest tree within the dangerous depths of the surrounding forest. Amidst cries of "Do it, Michiru!" or "Michiru, you can climb it!" she set her hands on the bark and began her ascent with a smirk. At the very moment that her feet lifted from the ground, a long wail resounded somewhere behind them; a type of howl. When Hiro asked if anybody else had noticed it, he was met with nothing but shrugs of shoulders or curt notions of silence. But he knew that something was out there. Foliage rustled and twigs broke under some sort of pressure, yet still, the children were oblivious to what was happening around them. It was not until they witnessed, under the intense glare of the moon, the shadow of a Wolf-man gliding through the trees at an incredible speed and into Michiru's direction. The shade sped past her, and she was gone; he couldn't tell who had screamed first, but they all seemed to follow in suit. It was a cacophony of shouting and sharp cries for help, which echoed in his mind with such an intense pain that it was unlike any he had ever before experienced.
One by one they were picked up by these shadows of "Wolf-men", their hopeless screams quickly fading into the depths of the night. Hiro stood where it all began, frozen in a state of paralysis that he could not shake from his limbs. Out of the living shadows of the forest and into the pale light of the clearing walked an unimaginabley large, nine-foot tall silver wolf, directly into his presence. It towered over him, with its piercing, violet eyes staring directly into his own. The creature was massive, radiated danger unlike anything he could have possibly dreamt of, and yet the familiar sense of majestic authority and the serenity locked behind its warm pools of violet, were undeniable. The beast tapped his forehead with the tip of its wet nose, its nostrils flaring as it inhaled the child's scent, and but a single word left the boy's mouth: "Dad?" he asked, nary a feeling of trepidation within his heart. The immense jaws of the creature parted from each other, and in one split moment a massive pink tongue lashed for the boy's cheek. A wide smile spread across the young noble's lips. "Hiro," the voice of his mother called his name from behind, and so he found that he could turn to face her. She was standing in the midst of the shadows, her figure rippling as her body was being swarmed by the silhouettes of the "Wolf-men". "... It is time." Her gentle tongue portrayed these words in their native language, and with this one sentence her mystifying eyes flashed with such a vivid shade of red, that the image would be the inspiration for many of the child's future artworks.
They returned to the estate. As it turned out, his father was the spawn of what is now known as "Lycan"; the servants of the estate were mortals "Turned" to become a part of this race, resulting in the "Wolf-men" of the forest. In actuality, the children of the mischievous group had been delivered - for lack of a better word - back to their homes, respectively. Oda Matsudaira was the product of a long, forbidden love between his father and a certain "concubine" that shared his nature. Their relationship is part of a relatively long story, but lasted from a time long before the lord met his wife, up until their deaths during the battles of Kawanakajima, under the service of an old friend named Uesugi Kenshin three years prior. Hime, on the other hand, was the pureblooded product of a passionate relationship between an unusually modest samurai and a kind young woman. They were "Vampires". This, his parents explained to him, was the reason for his steadily awakening abilities: he was a combination of the two extraordinary species - a halfbreed - a "Hybrid".
The years passed, and war along with it. With tension beginning to rise in Japan once again, the Matsudaira family abandoned a good share of their servants and land, before eventually drifting from Mikawa to Owari, and from Owari they drifted into China and eventually into the west side of Europe. Overall, they visited more locations than they could count, ranging from Korea to China, China to Thailand, and Thailand to India. From India it was an erratic evolution into Europe, until they settled in Romania for a time. France followed in suit, and Britain shortly after that. The clan was constantly changing locations. It was a complex system with which they could not easily be tracked throughout history; a necessary precaution, considering the ever increasing awareness of the human race. It was a process that was financed by the wealth gained and subsequently saved through careful management of the nobility's treasury, and eventually, by extending the hand of the clan into modern-day economics. Throughout this long and arduous "process", Hiro would come to better understand his abilities; he had centuries to develop a greater taste in art and culture, which was also plenty of time for him to establish the harsh realization that the world is more appropriately described as "cruel", rather than anything else. Nevertheless, the clan has just recently allied itself with the Romanian Coven and currently resides in the nearest location of the sect, the city of Black Crescent.
Special Weapons
Weapon Name: Shikomizue
Weapon Appearance:
A concealed sword within a cane. The blade is made of a tempered silver metal, and is thus considered devastating to the Lycan race. The cane itself is relatively compact in size, and has been tempered and reinforced with hardened steel in order to prevent any unnecessary damage to its cosmetics during heated cases of "confrontation".
Weapon's Attribute:
None
Special Attacks:
None
Effect on Lycans:
The silver blade literally burns as it cuts through the flesh of the fur-covered creatures; an unfortunate downside to living as a Lycan being an intense allergy to silver metals. While the silver may generally affect Vampires to a minimal degree, this is not the case for the Lycans, as it will cause a fatal reaction if pierced into the body for a long enough period of time, or by piercing the most critical of the organs of the victim; the heart, for example. Naturally, being a Hybrid, Hiro must be constantly aware while holding the blade unsheathed, for the silver could potentially harm him as well. Fortunately on his part, he has had many years to critique and fine-tune his form; and so he has come to be an experienced wielder of the "Shikomizue".
Additional Details:
None
Name: Hiro Matsudaira; "Lord", "Matsu-Matsu"
Gender: Male
Age: 457
Eye Color: Violet
Bloodlust: Gold
Hair Color: Black
Bloodlust: N/A
Race: Vampire Hybrid
Coven: Romanian
Rank: Noble
Blood Flavor: Love, Loathing, Lust
Character Description:
The man appears to be the size of an adolescent, between the ages of twelve and fourteen; as though his growth were stunted by the sudden recognition of his race. In reality, Matsudaira has been in existence for well near a long six centuries. His voice sounds like "... that of a mature woman's", which will no doubt stoke the flames of the illusion that he is nothing but a child. His smile is warm and inviting, and his hair is black and silky, shining with a glare that is so pristine that one would have to struggle not to envy it. The colour of the soft skin that is wrapped around his solid body is that of a fine, pale cream, and is noticably healthy and maintained; there is never a moment that one would find him without a manicured set of nails and moisturized skin, as well as a thin layer of gloss upon his smooth, moist lips. His eyes swirl with a beautiful shade of violet, ever bright and responsive to the happy qualities of life.
When in the boundaries of his estate he wears a long colourful robe, or otherwise known as kimono; reminiscent of the kind worn by those of the Japanese nobility during the Sixteenth Century. When in the view of the public he wears a modernized black pea coat and likewise a black cotton scarf when cold. Underneath that, he wears a white and black Ringed T T-Shirt, and a pair of deep blue jeans with a black leather belt and a simple steel buckle; a casual set of attire. When out of the estate and roaming the city he is rarely ever seen without a cane in his hand. Nestled within the left breast pocket of his coat (or whatever pocket is accessible) is a cracked, solid gold pocket watch; an item of much sentimental value.
Blood lust Description:
There is not very much to take note of in terms of cosmetics when he is in the state of "Blood Lust", save for a set of "claw-like" nails that seem to grow within seconds and the dramatic image of two burning, golden pools of light in a disturbing sense of desperation within the painfully bloodshot eyes of his. Rather than the curiously vibrant smile that is almost always found upon his soft, gloss-swept lips, there is instead a grim or thin line of what can only be expressed as an eerie expression of distaste or perhaps even discomfort; which serves to hide the razor-sharp and unnaturally long "wolf teeth" within his mouth.
Clearly, when sunken into the depths of his lust, he has nowhere near the level of cheer when otherwise in a "normal" state of mind; a definite indication of this fact being the 'passive-aggressive' persona he takes on; however, his discomfort is not always so subtle. This ultimately means that his personality can take on the qualities of sarcasm, to outright infuriation depending on the context of the situation. It is a complex process, but not particularly something that one other than himself would thoroughly notice, unless they were intimately familiar with him.
Personality:
Hiro is generally the type to be an upbeat, and for the most part, happy individual. There is almost never a moment in which you will not see him smiling, and one can easily expect to be greeted with a warm welcome when speaking to him, only to be met with as equally warm words when the time comes to part. As a member of a noble family, however, there are times when he can be somewhat "particular" in terms of judgement: "the food is somewhat cold", "this gold pales in comparison to the other", "the colour of this gloss is somewhat lacking in vibrance", are only some of the never-ending comments that one may encounter when in his presence.
While he may be fastidious, he is not necessarily "upset" over these details: it is simply a habit (whether it is a bad habit or not is a matter of opinion; I would opt for bad) of his to point out the details in that, or otherwise those, which catch his attention; and so it is rarely ever the case of a typical pampered person with him. On a general basis he is calm, passionate and joyous, and is very much open to converse with anybody sporting a "decent-enough" appearance; and that would mean excluding anyone who could potentially spell an immense level of trouble. For example, you could easily find him mingling with crowds of calm, collected men and women, rather than overtly-boisterous groups of teenagers.
Family:
Father: Oda Matsudaira [NPC] ; Mother: Hime Matsudaira [NPC]
History:
Born by the passionate unison of Oda and Hime Matsudaira in the Owari Province: Oda, being the illegitimate son of a respected daimyo in Sixteenth-Century Japan and his beautiful concubine; and Hime, the legitimate daughter of a wealthy samurai lord and his warm-hearted spouse. It was by mere chance that their marriage should be arranged, as their fathers had met whilst traveling abroad in an event that is best left unspoken of for now. They held the ceremony in the relatively large home of Oda's family, under the tranquil blanket of night. Hiro was born on a vivid spring night within the following year, during a planned ceremony or party known as "Yozakura"; which is essentially the night-time version of the Japanese tradition "Hanami", or, flower viewing. The birth was a difficult process, but there were no fatal casualties. When all was said and done, the family returned to their native province: Mikawa.
From an early age, little Matsu-Matsu (the pet name given him by his mother and thus used by her retainers, which literally translates to "Pine-Pine") exhibited an exceptional degree of talent in both the literary and artistic fields. By the age of four he was already beginning to develop a flawless technique in his use of the brush, both in terms of paint, and calligraphy. He never spent much time outside of the estate, as his parents had forbidden it after an incident when the child had unwittingly broken the arm of his playmate during a mock game of sumo; a sport that was rising in popularity with the influence of Oda Nobunaga at the time. Naturally, he was not left with many other activities aside from art, literature, and the practice of many cultural tea ceremonies. But the most curious aspect about the unfortunate exchange between the two friends, is that Matsu-Matsu was not exerting any excessive amounts of force during the game.
One night, at the young age of twelve and while his father was on a campaign in service to the clan, and his mother lay sound asleep in her bed above, Hiro snuck from the castle. Years of being kept and sheltered inside the estate had driven him to break free of his shackles. No, he did not feel any amount of resentment toward his parents, but within his soul he knew or believed that he would not be able to stand another day nor night locked up in the same place any longer. He wanted to play with the other children, wanted to paint and run around the village with them, shouting, jumping, and just be a child. And so he ran from his room, not a sound beneath his feet as he seemed to glide from the building; not even a breath being released into the night air, for fear that even one of the many guards surrounding the castle would detect him.
He ran, ducked, hid and slid his way through the estate and before long he had made it to the wall. Finally, he was at the last leg toward his freedom. Without so much as a second thought, and much to his amazement, he leapt into the air and his body seemed to launch over the great height of the stone. With barely a 'thud' he landed on the soft, grass-covered earth with his bare feet. It was a success. When he finally arrived in the village he met a group of children around his age: children descended from fishermen, merchants, and farmers; two or three were the spawn of the local samurai, and they played throughout the night without a care in the world, before each of them would sneak back into their homes before daybreak. This pattern was repeated: sneak out, play, return, and with each new adventure they would do something more drastic and thrilling than the last, whether it was tying the poles of the fishermen together by the line or setting their parents' finest linens on fire. He would only participate in these games for a short while.
They were outside the village late in the night, their parents away from the village or asleep in their rooms. Michiru, one of the girls in the group, was on a dare to climb the tallest tree within the dangerous depths of the surrounding forest. Amidst cries of "Do it, Michiru!" or "Michiru, you can climb it!" she set her hands on the bark and began her ascent with a smirk. At the very moment that her feet lifted from the ground, a long wail resounded somewhere behind them; a type of howl. When Hiro asked if anybody else had noticed it, he was met with nothing but shrugs of shoulders or curt notions of silence. But he knew that something was out there. Foliage rustled and twigs broke under some sort of pressure, yet still, the children were oblivious to what was happening around them. It was not until they witnessed, under the intense glare of the moon, the shadow of a Wolf-man gliding through the trees at an incredible speed and into Michiru's direction. The shade sped past her, and she was gone; he couldn't tell who had screamed first, but they all seemed to follow in suit. It was a cacophony of shouting and sharp cries for help, which echoed in his mind with such an intense pain that it was unlike any he had ever before experienced.
One by one they were picked up by these shadows of "Wolf-men", their hopeless screams quickly fading into the depths of the night. Hiro stood where it all began, frozen in a state of paralysis that he could not shake from his limbs. Out of the living shadows of the forest and into the pale light of the clearing walked an unimaginabley large, nine-foot tall silver wolf, directly into his presence. It towered over him, with its piercing, violet eyes staring directly into his own. The creature was massive, radiated danger unlike anything he could have possibly dreamt of, and yet the familiar sense of majestic authority and the serenity locked behind its warm pools of violet, were undeniable. The beast tapped his forehead with the tip of its wet nose, its nostrils flaring as it inhaled the child's scent, and but a single word left the boy's mouth: "Dad?" he asked, nary a feeling of trepidation within his heart. The immense jaws of the creature parted from each other, and in one split moment a massive pink tongue lashed for the boy's cheek. A wide smile spread across the young noble's lips. "Hiro," the voice of his mother called his name from behind, and so he found that he could turn to face her. She was standing in the midst of the shadows, her figure rippling as her body was being swarmed by the silhouettes of the "Wolf-men". "... It is time." Her gentle tongue portrayed these words in their native language, and with this one sentence her mystifying eyes flashed with such a vivid shade of red, that the image would be the inspiration for many of the child's future artworks.
They returned to the estate. As it turned out, his father was the spawn of what is now known as "Lycan"; the servants of the estate were mortals "Turned" to become a part of this race, resulting in the "Wolf-men" of the forest. In actuality, the children of the mischievous group had been delivered - for lack of a better word - back to their homes, respectively. Oda Matsudaira was the product of a long, forbidden love between his father and a certain "concubine" that shared his nature. Their relationship is part of a relatively long story, but lasted from a time long before the lord met his wife, up until their deaths during the battles of Kawanakajima, under the service of an old friend named Uesugi Kenshin three years prior. Hime, on the other hand, was the pureblooded product of a passionate relationship between an unusually modest samurai and a kind young woman. They were "Vampires". This, his parents explained to him, was the reason for his steadily awakening abilities: he was a combination of the two extraordinary species - a halfbreed - a "Hybrid".
The years passed, and war along with it. With tension beginning to rise in Japan once again, the Matsudaira family abandoned a good share of their servants and land, before eventually drifting from Mikawa to Owari, and from Owari they drifted into China and eventually into the west side of Europe. Overall, they visited more locations than they could count, ranging from Korea to China, China to Thailand, and Thailand to India. From India it was an erratic evolution into Europe, until they settled in Romania for a time. France followed in suit, and Britain shortly after that. The clan was constantly changing locations. It was a complex system with which they could not easily be tracked throughout history; a necessary precaution, considering the ever increasing awareness of the human race. It was a process that was financed by the wealth gained and subsequently saved through careful management of the nobility's treasury, and eventually, by extending the hand of the clan into modern-day economics. Throughout this long and arduous "process", Hiro would come to better understand his abilities; he had centuries to develop a greater taste in art and culture, which was also plenty of time for him to establish the harsh realization that the world is more appropriately described as "cruel", rather than anything else. Nevertheless, the clan has just recently allied itself with the Romanian Coven and currently resides in the nearest location of the sect, the city of Black Crescent.
Special Weapons
Weapon Name: Shikomizue
Weapon Appearance:
A concealed sword within a cane. The blade is made of a tempered silver metal, and is thus considered devastating to the Lycan race. The cane itself is relatively compact in size, and has been tempered and reinforced with hardened steel in order to prevent any unnecessary damage to its cosmetics during heated cases of "confrontation".
Weapon's Attribute:
None
Special Attacks:
None
Effect on Lycans:
The silver blade literally burns as it cuts through the flesh of the fur-covered creatures; an unfortunate downside to living as a Lycan being an intense allergy to silver metals. While the silver may generally affect Vampires to a minimal degree, this is not the case for the Lycans, as it will cause a fatal reaction if pierced into the body for a long enough period of time, or by piercing the most critical of the organs of the victim; the heart, for example. Naturally, being a Hybrid, Hiro must be constantly aware while holding the blade unsheathed, for the silver could potentially harm him as well. Fortunately on his part, he has had many years to critique and fine-tune his form; and so he has come to be an experienced wielder of the "Shikomizue".
Additional Details:
None
