Home The Mad Dog ⬖ Name | Hannya Shimano ⬖ Gender | Male ⬖ Age | May 14, X750 (45) ⬖ Sexuality | Heteroflexible ⬖ Ethnicity, Father | Joyan ⬖ Ethnicity, Mother | Joyan ⬖ Race | Daemon (Vice) ⬖ Rank | D-Rank ⬖ Class | Berserker ⬖ Guild | Akudama Syndicate ⬖ Tattoo | Right shoulder, front side Mixed in with the other tattoos lined across his body ⬖ Face | Goro Majima - Yakuza Appearance ⬖ Height | [ 1.8 m / 186 cm / 6ft 1in ] Of average height for a man of his stature. This dashing mad lad stands confidently at a total of six feet, one inch tall from head to toe. ⬖ Weight | [ 80 kg / 176 lbs ] Lean in muscular definition and well toned for a person of their bulk. They are no stranger to being physically fit in all regards despite a few indications of bodily abuse. Weighing in at a total of eighty kilograms, give or take a few points. ⬖ Hair | Color of the hair is black with some small strands of silver laced in. The style of choice is usually a short length side part that leans dominantly to the left. With the right side being less voluminous. This is accompanied by the rest of the head being shaved into a fade. As for facial hair, it's usually kept neat and orderly. ⬖ Eyes | Color of the eyes are a rich shade of brown. However, it's clear that time has not been kind. As the overall shape of each are sunken, dark, and rife with signs of sleepless nights. A handcrafted black leather eyepatch decorated with an emblem of a silver snake covers the left eye completely as it no longer remains. ⬖ Physique | A specimen of size and stature for those more inclined to the dark hardships of life. His body is nothing short of athletic in design and function. Leaning more on the side of a runner's body rather than that of a weight lifter. He sports a well defined musculature that is clearly maintained on a regular basis. However, scarred and bang up in places upon closer inspection. Clear indications of wear, tear, and abuse from events unspoken becoming noticeable the more one looks. Though not in abundance as the man himself is still considered a rather attractive type despite his publicly assumed age. It seems that the years that have passed, despite being rough, have been graceful in the ways of youthfulness at the very least. Such a well tended physicality is hardly wasted as he dawns only quality garments of stylish design. Taking a particularly keen preference to form fitting leathers and full on dress suits. A personalized half-mask carved into the likeness of the same patron spirit for which they are named being the main accompaniment to the upper class attire. ⬖ Extra Features | Respected as a rite of passage within the Shimano Clan. His body has transcended to that of a badge of honor and a signet of shame in equal measure. His flesh having become a canvas for an intricately woven work of symbolism that claims the entirety of the backside from shoulder blade to upper thigh. A portion also bleeding around the shoulders and biceps. Such a wide scale piece depicts deep representation of the man's legacy thus far. The imagery of an old Joyan folklore known as the Hannya serving as the centerpiece surrounded by a sinister but elegant arrangement consisting of black clouds, scattered wildflowers, and a pair of twin snakes. Each addition a manifestation that speaks a destiny of both good and bad. A homage to the path they have walked and what still remains laid before them to tread. Personality A frighteningly charismatic type to the point of often times becoming the life of any party. Very much a commanding presence to be reckoned with. Able to demand the attention onto themselves by the very nature of their unpredictable energy. They have gained the respect of many a friend and foe alike. Praise gained often in due to the ferocity of their strong willed spirit. As well as their notable skills both in and out combat. As a man of both business and pleasures Hannya is surprisingly pragmatic. The likes of which has often times found him being favored by superiors, sometimes to his own detriment. Despite at one point being the heir to his own clan he dislikes scenarios that get too serious in context and often seeks a means to lighten the mood. Even going so far as to put on extravagant displays of comedic mockery. Despite this innate nature to please and amuse, they are extremely cynical about most things. The roots of which stem from the blantant mistreatment exhibited against him throughout the course of his life. Behind the stylish flair and outgoing bravado. He has shown to harbor a soft spot for family and those of equal fondness. Though despite this weakness he still believes in the notion of tough love with those who are considered to be within his inner circle. There are even some who consider him to be sentimental and deep down a softie in some cases. Having caught rare glimpses of the man shedding a sad sigh or two during certain key moments in his life. Given the symbolism of his various tattoos. It comes as no surprise that Hannya holds his past close to his chest. Never forgetting a promise made or debt owed either by or onto him. Though it comes with a fair share of spotty memories as trauma can be a powerful mind breaker. Against the many trials and tribulation that have tested his mind, heart, and soul. Hannya's loyalty is unwavering and ever enduring to an absolute fault. Sometimes even to an almost compulsively obsessive degree. As he prides himself on being a man capable of protecting and guiding those he considers his equals. Hell, even towards those he views as worthwhile enemies, he will do everything in his power to uphold mutual respect and loyalty towards them. In doing so he feels he has earned the right to one day defeat them single-handly. Because of this keen need for outward devotion towards those who play a critical role in his journey, whether on the side of good or bad. He often reminds others that he has a high set of personal standards to uphold. Despite his theatrically unhinged persona verging on the edge of assumed insanity by some. He's made it well known by all that will listen that he vehemently detests dishonorable men of any walk. Seeing them as lesser by default. Relatably, he has shown to go out of his way to help uninvolved parties endangered by his affairs as a means to avoid getting them dragged into the crossfire. Even with this gesture, he is not above carrying out acts that are considered unsavory or unthinkable by weaker willed people. Not completely selfless either, he will still put his own needs and wants before that of anyone unknown to him. However, as has been proven in the past, he is more than willing to sacrifice his own life for the sake of those he cares about in the truest sense. Overall Hannya is a man who lives to enjoy the rush of life's thrills and chills. Generally putting excitement and the pursuit of pleasure above all else. All while dedicating his strengths and skills towards protecting those particular few he considers fortunate enough to have earned his fondness. As he'll tell you himself: "I aim to have more fun and live crazier than any of 'em." ⬖ Likes |
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Statistics ⬖ Strength | 14 ⬖ Speed | 13 ⬖ Constitution | 1 ⬖ Endurance | 1 ⬖ Intelligence | 1 Magic  ⬖ Magic Name | Greed Magic ⬖ Magic Element | Arcane ⬖ Magic Enhancement | None ⬖ Magic Description | Greed Magic is utilized for any physical attacks. The user has no actual spells for this magic except for a single-mode spell. The spell shifts the appearance of the user into a metallic being. While it has no sustain cost, upon deactivation it has a cooldown period. While in this mode, the user can nullify any physical damage, as long as they can pay an equal amount of mana to the damage that they receive. History Destined for servitude straight from they day of his birth. Hannya was born the first son of the Shimano Clan's latest generation. The family in question being one of Joya's highly esteemed dynasties. Well renowned for their blood soaked lineage that paid contributions to the continent's wartime histories. As well as played a vital role in the nation's diplomatic structures following such unstable points in time. In a sense the Shimano Clan is an all powerful organization that supplied Joya with not only fighters of varying skill on the frontline but also brilliant minds of varying expertise on the backline as well. Their efforts always affording them as many hands in play as possible when it came to meddling with the country's inner workings towards the future. Even more impressively is that such dealings are still taking place to this day behind closed doors. The youth of a noble is no easy feat by any stretch of the imagination. Despite the grimace and grim connotation often used by those who know no better of the experience first hand. Hannya's childhood was anything but average or even pleasant in a matter of speaking. From the day he could walk and talk the boy was steered upon the path of what it meant to represent the name and the fame associated with their clan. Pushed every which direction without so much as a decision made of their own volition. Everything from the way he dressed, to the way he conducted himself socially, and even how he ate food some days was structured to a tee. Every motion calculated, every mistake met stern judgement. The likes of which usually came alongside punishment of varying degrees of severity. Some more unmentionable than others. Going into his teenage years Hannya's was starting to settle into his role whether by choice or demand. A laundry list of extreme expectations being placed upon his shoulder more and more as the years ticked by towards his ascent to adulthood. Until then his predetermined preparations would continue. The hardships that came with pressed into his very flesh and soul by this point, persisting along the way. The damage of a life filled with limited freedoms starting to take it's toll in small but unfortunately unnoticed measures. As he was pushed to him limits on many occasion to succeed in everything he did or otherwise risk disownment trying to achieve as much. Which considering his position as the prodigal son next in line to inherit the clan. It was not a favorable option for either side. Even so, regardless of his best efforts, there was still much that Hannya would have to learn and improve on. Expectantly, sooner rather than later. During such a critically transformative time in his life. An event which would shape the makings of an unfavorable conflict for many years afterwards took the clan by storm. The event in question being the birth of Hannya's younger brother Jōryū. Another legacy bound child brought into the world only to fall in line like so many before him and no doubt many to come after. Happy though he was for the arrival of another to call his own flesh and blood. In his mind, on that fated day, Hannya shed a silent cry of defeat from within his own mind. After such a turmoiled youth of his own thus far. What twisted turn of fate was it to subject two innocent children brought into the world a lifetime of subjugation by the hand of their own sire. At the very least, Hannya took comfort in believing that by taking the mantle of heir ahead of his sibling that he might spare Jōryū even a fraction of the same treatment that had been done unto himself. Little did he realize in the moment the folly of such optimism. As no sooner had Jōryū come of age did the same treatment akin to that of Hannya's own experiences begin to engage in full force. The two sons trained equally alongside each other from that moment onward. Everything required of them to defy expectations being enforced down to the letter. The only difference in progression being the gap of years between them. Not that it would matter much as Jōryū proved to be a quick and efficient learner by their own nature. Rather talented in many facets as was discovered early on in their developmental stages. It would not take long for the younger of the two to stand out to a noticeable degree. The results of which were very quickly noted by not only the current head of Clan Shimano, their father, but also several high ranking members of the clan's various branches as well. It was this consistent inconsistency between the two bothers that would set in motion a hidden feud. That much like many other factors involved in the two boy's lives would be decided for them before they even knew it was taking place. As the two went on to learn, grow, and fend by each other's sides well into their young adult lives. They built a bond of unified determination, dedication, and devotion between the the two of them so intrinsic. Despite any and all odds being stacked against them, known or otherwise. The two brothers would continue to lift and support each other through the last stretch of their definitively stressful years. Striving to push each other upwards and forwards towards a future where they would achieve a great many pursuits once they claimed their rightful place as Clan Leader and Lieutenant respectively. Together they would work in unison to transform the clan's outdated foundational concepts. The likes of which would result in a structural reform that would see the clan's future in an ever evolving Joya become one of leading developments and innovation. As the country's current climate was rapidly changing in due to a mixture of internal and outsider influences. Such prime pickings that the brothers aimed to take every advantage of as their first big play in positions of power. Such adventurous ambitions did not go unnoticed however. For as the two became more outwardly focused on achieving their goal, many a carefully observant type made note. Among those that did was none other than their own father. Dissatisfied with the prospect of having two forces to be reckoned with under one roof. As it could very well disrupt of the well established status quo from within the hierarchy of the Shimano Clan. If Hannya was found to be easily swayed by emotional ties, or worse, unfit to lead by standard. Then their line could very well become the target of insubordination from those within who would seize the opportunity to takeover by any means. A fear driven by sadistic family values. Their father, feeling failed in his attempts to pit the two brothers against one another as a means to assure the family's succession uncontested. Would take measures into his own hands. Scheming an unforgiveable plot that would see the siblings torn from one another for good. On one eventful evening the two brothers were locked in arms. The heat of combat filling the clan's dojo to the brim as they duked it out with one another other in wreckless abandon. Blowing off steam in place of fulfilling duties thrust upon them day in and day out. Hannya an all out brawler throwing punch after punch with not an ounce of holding back found. Jōryū a bruiser that despite taking hits showed no signs of slowing down much less easing up. As their brutish grappling caught Hannya a few times over the course of the fight. Even so, they continued to pick away at each other to best of their abilities. Genuine smiles plastered across their faces the entire time. However, the festivities would come to an abrupt end. As no sooner had Hannya went in for one last punch did a disguise clad figure come crashing through the Shoji that lead into the dojo. Taking the younger brother as hostage from behind. Attempting to knock Jōryū out completely before dragging him away into the darkness of night. Before anything could transpire as intended however, Hannya acted in his brother's defense. At first trying to convince the ambusher to release Jōryū in exchange for whatever they might desire in place of a ransom. Obviously unaware to the deeper deception of the scenario taking place at that very moment. As his brother struggled to remain concious against the suffocating grip around their neck. Both arms unable to be freed to save themselves. The tension of the situation continued to grow at an alarming pace. The thug's refusal to take any kind of negotiated payment in exchange for his brother's safety further edging Hannya to make a hasty decision that was felt necessary after enough denials. Just before the cloaked figure could make a break for it out the way they came. Hannya rushed in without a second thought as a means to cut them off from their escape. In doing so, panicking the hired heathen, who reacted in a frenzy of pure adrenaline. In an instant a blade was sent piercing through Jōryū's backside all the way to the front. Hitting the spine, the stomach, and everything in between as it dug deep. Crippling the younger brother and ultimately snuffing away their essence in a matter of minutes before Hannya's very eyes. The eldest left to witness in utter disbelief as his pillar of stability was all but stolen away. The now unintended assassin tossing the blade in Hannya's direction before turning to flee the scene while the eldest was still dazed by a horrific sense of shock. In that singular moment of agony all Hannya could do was drop to his knees as he rested Jōryū's lifeless form in crimson bathed arms. Head filling with a wild array of violent thoughts and feelings. Eyes swelling with tears of both sorrow and anger. As he gazed upon what remained of his brother. Harrowing howls of life and love lost echoing into the night sky above. As members of the clan's security forces arrived to the barbaric sight of two broken brothers bundled together in a macabre embrace. Despite being one of two victims on the night of the attack. To Hannya's confusion and confrontation he was apprehended for potential involvement in regards to the assault. Confined to his quarters on clan sanctioned house arrest. Awaiting a request by his father to stand trial for what exactly took place. Completely unaware that his fate was already assigned and sealed. As his father could afford no loose ends now that all eyes we're on them for the events that unfolded. Skepticisms and rumors were already making rounds among those who ranked highest in the clan's numerous branches. It was a disaster unintended that was in dire need of damage control by any means necessary. To which the leader of Clan Shimano already had an answer for. Unfavorable as it might be to enact. Dragged before a court consisting of several Captains of prominent Clan Shimano branches, a few select witnesses, as well as his own Father at the head. Hannya was immediately put on the spot without a means of defense in his favor. Accusations of suspected murder by his own hand being tossed about. Supported by unprecedented claims of attempting to overthrow his own family as a means to gain the seat of power sooner. Despite already being born into the role of heir as was his right. At one point, his own father even humored the baseless notions with additions of his own. Using the history of the two brother's past trials and future aspirations as grounds to provide evidence to the contrary. Hearing such heartless contempt drip from his father's lips was almost enough the break poor Hannya completely. In that moment all hope seemed to drain away. As every person in the room was clearly ready to condemn him for crime he did not commit. Having fought as hard as could be expected of any already defeated man. With every fiber of his being Hannya denied the allegations as they came in droves. Standing firm his position of innocence and suffering as he could feel the clock ticking on the time he had remaining to plead his case. However, the final decision would come swift and precise as one of the witnesses in the room was called forward. Claiming with absolution in their words that they had seen firsthand Hannya deal the deadly blow that would claim Jōryū's life. Unknown to Hannya, the witness in question was no coincidence but in fact the very same person who had invaded the dojo. Alas, the real culprit in plain sight but with no means in which to call them out for their treachery. Completely blindsided by this development Hannya was consigned to his unlawful fate. Publically tried, persecuted, and subsequently shamed in the presence of all in attendance. From that point he was no longer the Heir of Shimano but instead a prisoner with a sentence considerably worse than death awaiting him on the darkened horizon. A devastating memory not soon forgotten. Upon Hannya's sentencing both Captains and witnesses we're dismissed from the chamber. Leaving the Son and the Father to their lonesome. As the two exchanged narrowed glances of viciously opposed sentiments, Hannya could not find any words to say. As any attempt to make contact was choked out by the raging desire to scream, shout, and let everything he was feeling across the years out in a torrent of cascading aggressions. Which by this point would serve no purpose given the grim predicament he was now locked into. Taking the silence as an opportunity to meet his son face to face one last time. The father began to pace around Hannya in a steady fashion. A stone cold emotionless stare peering down at the boy as he finally spoke the truth of what had happened. Going into explicit detail as to how Jōryū was never meant to die. How the real culprit was hired to stage a kidnapping that would have instead seen Jōryū hidden away for an undisclosed amount of time to allow Hannya a smooth transition into his new role as Clan Leader. And of course, the nail in the coffin that really fueled the burning rage from within Hannya to the core. How Jōryū's death, though indirectly, was in fact Hannya's own fault to the extent that he shouldn't have tried to play hero. In his father's own famous last words: "Do stupid things, win stupid prizes". From that point onward Hannya will have never forgotten the hatred felt for not only the man he once called Father but the Shimano Clan as a whole. As everything he had ever troubled himself over melted away as he was hauled off in bonds to his imprisonment. All the expectations, the regrets, the delusions, and more faded into the abyss of resentment. As he spent the next several years being physically and emotionally tortured in all manner of sickening methods. While serving his undisclosed time in an underground facility owned and maintained by one of the Shimano Clan's subsidiary families. His existence erased from the records of society except for only those who needed to know. As is assumed within the clan's mutual understandings, once gone from sight, Hannya was more than likely dead to rights. And they would have probably been correct if not for a singular wave of Yin rising against the sea of Yang that engulfed Hannya's fate up to this point. While doing his best to endure the ceaseless torment commanded unto him by the false authority on high. Something changed within the broken down brother. More than a feeling, more than a thought, in fact something akin to a literal occurrence. As sometime around the ten-year mark in solitary confinement. Long after his will had crumbled and his fortitude faltered. His sense of self becoming deranged and demented from the treatment he received on a regular basis. He started to take notice of something strange brewing from within his very being. Though he thought he was going crazy at first as was to be expected of someone in his undesirable position. After awhile an unearthly presence was making itself fervently known to him. Manifesting into a source of ominous energy that continued to grow. After awhile almost resuscitating Hannya in weird ways that he couldn't quite make logic of. Even so, he would let it develop, see what became of the entity he was certain was inside him. All while keeping his mouth shut in the meantime. Clinging to the last shred of hope that had been sparked by whatever this thing was that was claiming sway over him. Hannya continued to hone in on what exactly was happening to his body. Taking note of any physical shifts in his form alongside taking care of any needs that came about as a result. It wasn't until one unfortunate day of regularly schedule brutality that the origin of the entity made itself known at long last. A spiritual creature of both divine and deviant intervention that had long been watching over the boy for many a year of his lifespan. Waiting for the right time and place to offer it's enhancement in exchange for a contract signed in sacrifice. To which Hannya had more than sufficiently paid the toll in significant respects. Revealed to be the very namesake of the man himself. The Yokai known as Hannya. Revered commonly as a wrathful demon in Joyan culture. However, to those who knew their folklore they were also a sign of ever changing luck and wisdom. Finally figured out at long last. The two were not so formally introduced proper in one of the most destructively dramatic fashions. An unimaginable show of mystical forces at play that were beyond mortal comprehension. The likes of which blasted away the very jailor that had beaten, battered, and busted Hannya for many months prior. The corpse that remained after left limp and lacerated beyond recognition against the floor below as the Yokai freed Hannya from his heavy chains. A motivating incentivization of sorts as the Yokai offered an exchange. Accept their powers as his own, transforming the two together as one. In doing the Yokai could guarantee the one thing Hannya desired above all else now that most other things had been taken from him. True freedom that was his alone to do with as he pleased. All that was needed was for him reach out and seize it. Wildly hesitant to take the offer as first. As was understandable of someone who was already treading a thin line between life and death after everything that had been wrought against him. There was evident fear abundant from within him as his heart desperately fought against his mind in a battle of morality. But then again... What was even right or wrong anymore to a person who had seen good men become monsters and monsters into saviors. As the overwhelming sound of barking orders and rushing steps snapped him from his dissociative episode. Something clicked inside Hannya. His instinctual musings taking control as he reeled back his entire body. Getting ready to take a running lunge at the door to his cell. As he did he closed what remained of his one functioning eye. The other haven been removed from his skull during the course of his incarceration. Taking a deep breath in all at once he steadied his shaken form as best he could. His answer to the Yokai's proposal becoming one that would change the course of his fate from that moment onward. With a flash of light and a another blast created. Hannya's entire being was revitalized and then some. Small injuries all but disappearing while much deeper cuts would start to heal of their own accord. Long lost stamina was replaced with a fountain of supply as he felt himself invigorated by the sheer depth of the Yokai's own reserves flowing into him. His teeth grew pointed, his nails sharper. His last brown eye shifting to a sinister crimson color as it started to glow in the dim light of the cell. All the while his body coated itself in a strange metallic layer. Not harmful from what he could gleam but definitely curious. Before even waiting for the full transformation to finish Hannya rushed the door down with surprising ease. The metal alloy that hugged him from every angle all but nullifying the impact to the point he hardly noticed it at all. With this newfound strength there was only one thing left to do now that he was released from his cage. With an all too wicked grin lined across his lips he carried on in ruinous rampage. Ready to dish out some "equal opportunity justice" on his way out from the facility. Not long after his escape did reports from various branches of the Shimano Clan start spreading like wildfire. Some even making their way to well known news sources within the Joyan populace. Bringing the scandal of his imprisonment to the spotlight rather quick. Many in both the higher and lower classes taking an intense interest in the information that was being revealed. Their reactions, the more they learned and speculated, sparking a widespread assortment of responses. Quite a few of which rattled the Shimano Clan to it's very foundations. Many within the clan's numbers unsettled or even terrified of the potential repercussions now that Hannya was free of his own accord. Especially left to his own devices no less. According the stories, the facility which had held him captive was said to be nothing short of a massacre. As if some kind of catastrophic event or ravenous monster had ripped through the entire place. Guards, structures, and more absolutely demolished. The fortified building having become a graveyard of bodies and broken bits. With Hannya no where to be seen in miles. While some found themselves even more intrigued by such an unfathomable level of devastation caused by a single man. There were many others petrified by the mental imagery that came with the telling of such a tale. Such fearmongering earning Hannya the title: The Mad Dog of Shimano. A recognition that would stick with him for the rest of his days. Unenthused by the idea of his forsaken son making a rather dangerous return. The Leader of Clan Shimano acted accordingly. The entirety of Clan's branches and locations within being forced into a State of Emergency upon the discovery of Hannya's expeditious escape. Once everything was locked down and secured, it was decided that some outside help would be necessary to proceed with their next course of action. Unable to get personally involved with the next ohase in their cover-up plan as too much attention from every corner of Joya was already placed on Clan Shimano as it was. At the suggestion of several of the clan's Captains, the services of an organization known as the Akudama Syndicate were employed. Costly though it was to request the task given to them was direct: Find Hannya and silence him. Sent away with their directive and their funding. What happened next would remain a mystery for most both within and outside of Clan Shimano. As still to this day, it is uncertain, whether the Akudama were able to eliminate Hannya or otherwise. ⬖ Discord | KosmicKaijuu (Techtile) ⬖ Reference | @Erebus Gresham |
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