Tasu is a shy kid, she has a quirk called Enhance, it allows her to give a massive boost in strength, but she can't use it for too long. she has short blue hair, bright green eyes and a scar running under her left eye, her left arm only is covered in scars.
(i'm sill new to the description, sorry)
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Tasu Kagunoe
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Genesis
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Bugy
Description
So begins...
Tasu Kagunoe's Story
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Haz stumbled forward onto the grass, looking rather surprised at the immediate change in his surroundings. Mere moments ago he had been running through the backstreets of the city, so to be thrust into a vast looking field in the middle of nowhere certainly left him feeling atleast a little concerned. As he looked down to his hands he also noticed that the glowing canister he had been tasked with smuggling had lost its distinct shine, perhaps he'd been caught in the accidental activation of some kind of spell again? Normally that would cause problems with pay, but as things were it was probably more important he figured out where he even was. With a sigh he tucked away the package and took a good look around the plains, using his hearing and the zoom in his helmet. "Anyone, Hellooooo?!?"
Mitch opened his eyes from the nap upon noticing a darker presence appear. It wasnt the kind of dark that was evil neither, more of a tainted soul. This person wasnt that far off either, maybe a couple of leaps away.
Mitch got up, short in stature, and dusted off his hoodie and pants. He adjust his skull on his head for physical activity. It would stay fastened because its soul bound to him, but he like it tilted for style.
Mitch looked left, where he sensed the new presence. He took a step forward. Then another. Then another. With each step, it would seem like he was covering yards. It was almost as if he were warping space. Eventually he took one leap, effortlessly tapping off the ground and joining the avians in the sky.
"Oooh!" He would exclaim, almost clipping a raven.
He begin to fall rapidly, aiming to hard land in front of this new interesting looking person.
Mitch got up, short in stature, and dusted off his hoodie and pants. He adjust his skull on his head for physical activity. It would stay fastened because its soul bound to him, but he like it tilted for style.
Mitch looked left, where he sensed the new presence. He took a step forward. Then another. Then another. With each step, it would seem like he was covering yards. It was almost as if he were warping space. Eventually he took one leap, effortlessly tapping off the ground and joining the avians in the sky.
"Oooh!" He would exclaim, almost clipping a raven.
He begin to fall rapidly, aiming to hard land in front of this new interesting looking person.
Mitch heard a voice greeting his 'new interest' whilst on his way down. He could feel the presence of a deity in the new figure and he did not like it.
He had reached terminal velocity before landing, so when he finally reached land, the hard ground would buckle underneath him and form a 10 foot crater. Blowing up dust everywhere. He would walk out of the crater, nonchalant and with a giant smile on his face. Baring teeth that would be creepily white, and his blue eyes would glow in excitement. His casual wear was a white shirt, a blue and black jacket with a hood attached. He had some stylish shorts that stopped above the knees and a pair of boots that matched the color of his wear.
The crater he made would defy his stature. He was short and looked just like any other 12 year old would, except for the odd perfections here and there. He looked left and right, eventually laying eyes on the being whom he thought to be a deity. Or at least, it seemed to have the presence of one.
Mitch scowled at it.
"You better not ruin whatever fun will be had from me befriending the pup here." He said in a clearly annoyed voice.
He had reached terminal velocity before landing, so when he finally reached land, the hard ground would buckle underneath him and form a 10 foot crater. Blowing up dust everywhere. He would walk out of the crater, nonchalant and with a giant smile on his face. Baring teeth that would be creepily white, and his blue eyes would glow in excitement. His casual wear was a white shirt, a blue and black jacket with a hood attached. He had some stylish shorts that stopped above the knees and a pair of boots that matched the color of his wear.
The crater he made would defy his stature. He was short and looked just like any other 12 year old would, except for the odd perfections here and there. He looked left and right, eventually laying eyes on the being whom he thought to be a deity. Or at least, it seemed to have the presence of one.
Mitch scowled at it.
"You better not ruin whatever fun will be had from me befriending the pup here." He said in a clearly annoyed voice.
Mitch made a face that was something between amusement and shock. After a beat, he pulled a hand from his pocket to make a showful facepalm. He laughed, judging the statement to be very funny.
"What? Me? Violent? If only you knew how my brothers are. THOSE are the violent ones. I just want to have fun. The pup over here is lost. I wanna help him on his way. In exchange, I want to go with him. A simple bargain in the name of excitement!" He said with a smile, before swaying left and right. Balancing from one foot to the other.
He didnt want to be in a situation where he had to argue with a deity. It was always tiresome and restrictive.
"What? Me? Violent? If only you knew how my brothers are. THOSE are the violent ones. I just want to have fun. The pup over here is lost. I wanna help him on his way. In exchange, I want to go with him. A simple bargain in the name of excitement!" He said with a smile, before swaying left and right. Balancing from one foot to the other.
He didnt want to be in a situation where he had to argue with a deity. It was always tiresome and restrictive.
Mitch looked over at the curtsey of the deity, Ondona. He had heard the name and now knew why he felt disdain. No matter, he turned over to the new pup. Noticing the inquisitive aura and look of excitement glinting in his eyes. He knew the pup was hooked on adventure. Just like himself. Mitch walked up to introduce himself, he stopped a foot short.
"Mitch Agile of Hubris. Although I dont look it, I'm not that far off from what she represents." He said, pointing in Ondona's direction with his thumb over his back. He then reached out to shake the man's hand.
"Mitch Agile of Hubris. Although I dont look it, I'm not that far off from what she represents." He said, pointing in Ondona's direction with his thumb over his back. He then reached out to shake the man's hand.
Mitch took the hand of Haz, and upon hearing himself referred to as a psuedo god, he had a flashing memory of his mother calling him a garbage excuse for a Bathory, let alone her son.
"You were supposed to be a slayer of the ones above, but you only turned out to be a dissapointment."
The helmet would seem to whisper these words to Mitch and whomever was perceptive enough to hear it.
Mitch's skull helmet that was shaped like a goat, began to glow purple. The hollowed space where eyes should have been, began to glow a brilliant pink color. The aura coming off the helmet would be sweet, seductive and dangerous. Everyone, including upper beings, would be drawn to its aura. It literally leaked out in pulsing waves. Althiugh...it wouldn't feel harmful, no...it was not malicious. In fact, if one could pull thier gaze away from it's all consuming invite, they would notice Mitch's own body giving off an opposing sandy brown aura. It was combating the waves coming off the skull, feelings of welcome, giddiness and sacrifice were coming off of Mitch's body. Counterering the pulsing waves of the helmet, attempting to guard Haz and Ondona.
His eyes were now shifting from blue to bronze, swirling combatively around his now purple pupils. Everything seen, would be experienced over the course of a few seconds in reality. But It would feel like an eternity to Haz. Although the goddess would know that the space around Mitch was merely being warped by the combative auras.
"I'm merely a remnant. A fragment of intention that was displaced and discarded. So call me my name, Mitch. I am me. Not whomever you think I'm supposed to be." Mitch said to the helmet and himself. Forgetting Haz, but also addressing him still. For the words were applicable to both.
His voice would be slightly deeper and give off a sense of great power. After finishing the sentence. The helmet will sort of huff at Mitch, almost like its disappointed. Them settle down, stopping all the activity. For which Mitch will let go of the hand he was holding the entire time. Mitch dropped his aura and would smile weakly. An apology will form in his eyes alongside his very obvious mask of a smile. He would backflip from where he stood, landing softly ten feet away. A contrast to his entrance, he would look back and forth between the two. Not saying anything, he would bow and begin to simply stand.
"You were supposed to be a slayer of the ones above, but you only turned out to be a dissapointment."
The helmet would seem to whisper these words to Mitch and whomever was perceptive enough to hear it.
Mitch's skull helmet that was shaped like a goat, began to glow purple. The hollowed space where eyes should have been, began to glow a brilliant pink color. The aura coming off the helmet would be sweet, seductive and dangerous. Everyone, including upper beings, would be drawn to its aura. It literally leaked out in pulsing waves. Althiugh...it wouldn't feel harmful, no...it was not malicious. In fact, if one could pull thier gaze away from it's all consuming invite, they would notice Mitch's own body giving off an opposing sandy brown aura. It was combating the waves coming off the skull, feelings of welcome, giddiness and sacrifice were coming off of Mitch's body. Counterering the pulsing waves of the helmet, attempting to guard Haz and Ondona.
His eyes were now shifting from blue to bronze, swirling combatively around his now purple pupils. Everything seen, would be experienced over the course of a few seconds in reality. But It would feel like an eternity to Haz. Although the goddess would know that the space around Mitch was merely being warped by the combative auras.
"I'm merely a remnant. A fragment of intention that was displaced and discarded. So call me my name, Mitch. I am me. Not whomever you think I'm supposed to be." Mitch said to the helmet and himself. Forgetting Haz, but also addressing him still. For the words were applicable to both.
His voice would be slightly deeper and give off a sense of great power. After finishing the sentence. The helmet will sort of huff at Mitch, almost like its disappointed. Them settle down, stopping all the activity. For which Mitch will let go of the hand he was holding the entire time. Mitch dropped his aura and would smile weakly. An apology will form in his eyes alongside his very obvious mask of a smile. He would backflip from where he stood, landing softly ten feet away. A contrast to his entrance, he would look back and forth between the two. Not saying anything, he would bow and begin to simply stand.
“
I'm not fond of this confusion. Let me try again. I'm something like a Nephilim. Except my father isn't human. He is...related to Geb. So just call me fallen or something else other than gods.
”
One could tell from his hesitation about his lineage how complex things were. They only need research whom Geb was and things would start to fall into place.
Mitch wasn't ready to tell the truth fully. Anyone attempting to research his entire past would find out that all identifications and tracing can only relate him to a planet of earth spirits that fed off energy to survive...which isn't exactly false...but it certainly isn't the truth neither. Mitch shook his his head in disappointment and sighed.
"Also, no. We don't all do that. We hide our aura's or suppress powers. Like this helmet is doing for me. To be frank, at my current state, that one there would fold me like a turtleburger, or a grillcake." He indicated towards Ondona with a head nod.
Mitch wasn't ready to tell the truth fully. Anyone attempting to research his entire past would find out that all identifications and tracing can only relate him to a planet of earth spirits that fed off energy to survive...which isn't exactly false...but it certainly isn't the truth neither. Mitch shook his his head in disappointment and sighed.
"Also, no. We don't all do that. We hide our aura's or suppress powers. Like this helmet is doing for me. To be frank, at my current state, that one there would fold me like a turtleburger, or a grillcake." He indicated towards Ondona with a head nod.
“
What good is one, without the other?
”
Mitch noticed a few more presences pop up randomly around the vast grassland of Genesis. This made him very excited. New pups...and one very OLD tiger. Hmm...Mitch could sense darkness in all of them except one. That one had an interesting quality.
So one whom was very old and seemed dangerous. One whom seemed lost and new, and another who was also new, but seemed not lost at all.
So very interesting.
Mitch looked at Haz, wondering if he was going to get on with his decision.
"If you dont want to go to the city, you can play with the other new arrivals. But I think miss goody no shoes here has a job to do, so it would be best to choose wisely."
So one whom was very old and seemed dangerous. One whom seemed lost and new, and another who was also new, but seemed not lost at all.
So very interesting.
Mitch looked at Haz, wondering if he was going to get on with his decision.
"If you dont want to go to the city, you can play with the other new arrivals. But I think miss goody no shoes here has a job to do, so it would be best to choose wisely."
Peter R. Sheffield moves his arms to part the tall wheat, and starts walking, trying to find sentience that he can question, or at least talk to.
Peter R. Sheffield draws a machete from an over-the shoulder sheathe and begins to cut his way through the grain, trying to get out.
Peter continues on his journey, cutting through the grain, stopping to check his compass if he's going the right direction every once in a while.
"Great! I'll be right back then!"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Peter R. Sheffield turns around, sorta startled, and sheathes his machete, but flips open the strap on his holster. "I'm L-1707, or Peter." He says.
Mitch was amused at the calm reaction of the new pup. He decides to try and play it straight forward for a little. He put his hands behind his head, and began to sway side to side playfully. You could see the blue eyes of his glow a little as he become excited and intrigued. The skull helmet on his head would look like it's supposed to fall, but it wont. Even after all of the precarious swaying.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
The Butcher of Wing City emerges from the tall grass, groaning and moaning in hectic confusion as he lumbers forward menacingly.
Mitch finished his sentence and felt another presence stirring around. This one was the darkest of all the ones whom arrived recently. Certainly someone that would end up being...problematic. Unless they are the type to overwrite their own nature for something less expected, and more interesting. But Mitch was usually not wrong about people's intent. Their aura always spoke loudest. This person was dangerous and Mitch could sense it from a distance.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
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This whole place seemed to be more livley than usual...From simply two people more and more people seemed to be coming to Genisis. The goddess gave a small smile, well they seemed to not be harming anyone...That was until she caught a n all too familiar smell. The smell of blood along with the presence of someone akin to a hunter...But one who hunted humans...How a being like that came here she would not know but as quickly as the presence arrived it vanished...At least from this area...
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
The soldier stares at the one who calls himself "Mitch," and begins to feel suspicious about this whole situation. How had the being come up behind him? He was the only one travelling this path. And while "Mitch" may seem nonthreatening, there was always a chance he was more dangerous than he seems. So L-1707 asks, not impolitely, "Who are you, where did you come from, and what do you need?"
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