After watching a couple of episodes of Casshern Sins I decided that I wasn't going to stick to the original three arcs of Godhood (Becoming the Son, Becoming the Father and Becoming the Holy Ghost) and wanted to add a fourth arc, Becoming the Nothing. Just thought it would be a killer conclusion to the story, being a massive all-for-nothing ending that just freaks people out. Probably a one-book arc, named after a Bible book, probably. Exodus or something.
The one in the apocalyptic genre.
Saturday, 14 April 2012
Why God annoys me
I love reading about what people have to say on hardships and how they overcome them, and I feel sympathy for someone who's friend or relative has been hurt, but is now fine. I like to see how people deal with things. I like to see how people live their lives, how they view the world and other people.
I love creativity; poems that have a deep meaning, but it isn't obvious. A story about something deep and thoughtful that has been constructed over a long time, with various speculations hidden within it somewhere.
However. Most of what I've seen starts off nice and unambiguous. Then the God stuff starts and I throw a hissy fit. Yes, you believe in God, okay that's cool. I know loads of Christians -most of them I never knew they were until I asked.
But when someone starts saying; "Oh my daughter was in a car crash, now she is fit and healthy, God is good! He is always compassionate and forgiving!"
My auntie died from cancer. God is good, isn't he? In fact, my Nan died of cancer. Praise the Lord! I almost died as a baby due to a hole in my heart. Praise the Lord for wanting me to die before my life even began, oh gracious and compassionate lover of man! He loves life and hates murder!
As you may have guessed, I do not have a nice relationship with God. I don't believe in him. I don't believe in Satan. I don't believe in gods -quite ironic since I write about gods. I did. When I did, my life was awful and full of nightmarish things I'd rather not go into. I was dependent and had a personality like a blank canvas. Then, suddenly, when I realized there was no one out there with divine powers who loved me, I decided that I didn't believe, and became atheist. My life suddenly got a lot better. I drove the evil out of my home, perused my love of writing, games, books and opened my eyes a little more, without fear of God saying; "It is a sin to read any book but the Bible, play violent video games or ponder over false idols. I want your attention 100% because I'm a narcissist!".
The world is too complex for something to have created it.
So what about cause and effect, if God can have no maker than the Universe can have no maker. Something doesn't have to be thought about to exist. His Dark Materials was written without a plot, without characters, without direction. I could walk down a street and randomly pick up a bin and throw the contents onto the ground and say it's artwork. It just happened because I suddenly decided it was a good idea. I didn't think, I didn't design.
I'm not trying to break anybody's faith, I just get sick and tired of people say 'God is good' because he saved your friend or mother or brother or whatever. I don't care if it's all 'a test'. If God loved us so much, why aren't we born and raised in Heaven so that no one can deny his existence and the Compassionate God who hates people going to Hell (but still puts people there) wants to test us, he doesn't have to, it doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it. If we lived among God then we would have no reason to deny his existence, and all this Hell business and evil and suffering wouldn't matter.
Kind of like how good can exist without evil. It doesn't require evil for you to decided to give someone some money or invite them over for tea or give them a lift somewhere, it's just a bit of manners and open eyes.
God annoys me because he has favourites. Because people think he is always good when, obviously, he is not. The afterlife business is just a con really. If God cannot stand the creatures he made in his images, he must be really depressed. The idea of an afterlife takes meaning away from the suffering in our lives because it is just a test; it doesn't mean anything, it shouldn't change us because it won't have any long standing effect.
Who would want to live forever anyway? It would get so boring.
If you still think I'm trying to break your faith, then you're trying to break my un-faith, I'm doing the same as you do, only with the idea that God doesn't exist so... fits are hypocrisy. I hate hypocrites.
I love creativity; poems that have a deep meaning, but it isn't obvious. A story about something deep and thoughtful that has been constructed over a long time, with various speculations hidden within it somewhere.
However. Most of what I've seen starts off nice and unambiguous. Then the God stuff starts and I throw a hissy fit. Yes, you believe in God, okay that's cool. I know loads of Christians -most of them I never knew they were until I asked.
But when someone starts saying; "Oh my daughter was in a car crash, now she is fit and healthy, God is good! He is always compassionate and forgiving!"
My auntie died from cancer. God is good, isn't he? In fact, my Nan died of cancer. Praise the Lord! I almost died as a baby due to a hole in my heart. Praise the Lord for wanting me to die before my life even began, oh gracious and compassionate lover of man! He loves life and hates murder!
As you may have guessed, I do not have a nice relationship with God. I don't believe in him. I don't believe in Satan. I don't believe in gods -quite ironic since I write about gods. I did. When I did, my life was awful and full of nightmarish things I'd rather not go into. I was dependent and had a personality like a blank canvas. Then, suddenly, when I realized there was no one out there with divine powers who loved me, I decided that I didn't believe, and became atheist. My life suddenly got a lot better. I drove the evil out of my home, perused my love of writing, games, books and opened my eyes a little more, without fear of God saying; "It is a sin to read any book but the Bible, play violent video games or ponder over false idols. I want your attention 100% because I'm a narcissist!".
The world is too complex for something to have created it.
So what about cause and effect, if God can have no maker than the Universe can have no maker. Something doesn't have to be thought about to exist. His Dark Materials was written without a plot, without characters, without direction. I could walk down a street and randomly pick up a bin and throw the contents onto the ground and say it's artwork. It just happened because I suddenly decided it was a good idea. I didn't think, I didn't design.
I'm not trying to break anybody's faith, I just get sick and tired of people say 'God is good' because he saved your friend or mother or brother or whatever. I don't care if it's all 'a test'. If God loved us so much, why aren't we born and raised in Heaven so that no one can deny his existence and the Compassionate God who hates people going to Hell (but still puts people there) wants to test us, he doesn't have to, it doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it. If we lived among God then we would have no reason to deny his existence, and all this Hell business and evil and suffering wouldn't matter.
Kind of like how good can exist without evil. It doesn't require evil for you to decided to give someone some money or invite them over for tea or give them a lift somewhere, it's just a bit of manners and open eyes.
God annoys me because he has favourites. Because people think he is always good when, obviously, he is not. The afterlife business is just a con really. If God cannot stand the creatures he made in his images, he must be really depressed. The idea of an afterlife takes meaning away from the suffering in our lives because it is just a test; it doesn't mean anything, it shouldn't change us because it won't have any long standing effect.
Who would want to live forever anyway? It would get so boring.
If you still think I'm trying to break your faith, then you're trying to break my un-faith, I'm doing the same as you do, only with the idea that God doesn't exist so... fits are hypocrisy. I hate hypocrites.
Monday, 9 April 2012
Masamune's first appearance
Finally decided to post up a bit of writing! Obviously not my best, it probably has some errors here and there, but that's being human, for you. Like I noted at the end of 'Teh Main Dudes' character post, Masamune isn't exactly the real samurai lord from Japanese history. He's heavily inspired by Sengoku Basara's version of Masamune, mainly because it fits in better with the world of Godhood.
Enjoy!
It was a vast golden sea stretching off into the distance, just how Vincent had imagined it. He had expected to see the curvature of the world but soon remembered that, no matter how much he missed it, he wasn’t on Earth anymore. The ground was flat, completely and utterly. From where he stood he could see the ring of the mountains surrounding the plains like stone fire, the setting sun colouring them ablaze.
In Spring the grass would have been tall and green, alive with the vibrant colours of wildflowers and the trickling of melted snow streams running fast down from the mountains. Autumn had painted the fields golden, in the gentle breeze it looked like an expanse of amber fire. In the distance, Vincent saw a cluster of tents, a number of flags raised on polls, but he couldn’t make out the details.
Rapide brayed, shaking her mane with impatience. Vincent patted her strong neck and looked back over his shoulder at the Dragon King Ryujin. “Do you think we can make it to the camp before dusk?”
The typically silent man -still resentful for being forced to leave the palace- peered up at him from under his dragon skull helmet. He gripped the horns of his steed. The perfect white ivory swept back like handles instead of a rein and harness.
“Maybe. Inignis could, I’ve no doubt. Not sure about Rapide though. Not very true to her name, is she?”
Vincent turned away from him and sighed. “I guess it wouldn’t matter. It’s a still day.”
Ryujin came up next to him, his horned horse lanky in comparison to Vincent’s regular knabstrupper Mare. “If you want to try, be my guest. Not sure why you’re making a fuss about it.”
“It’s what they do, isn’t it?” Vincent said calmly. “Kings. They make a fuss.” With no more to say, Vincent spurred his horse and made his way into the rich plains at a steady canter. The descent was gentle and soon they hit the plains and began to pick up their pace. Vincent urged his horse into a graceful gallop, and he was soon followed by Ryujin.
They rode in silence.
Vincent was apprehensive about arriving at the camp, he could already see the fires being lit ready for the dark to settle in. He tried to look about him, to see if he could spot another group of horses riding towards the camp, but he could see none. Since the escape from the Dragon’s Palace he had been worrying, getting little sleep over the anxiety.
Ryujin closed the gap between them and they rode side by side. “You worry about Claire and Benzaiten?”
Vincent turned his head to Ryujin, his eyes were dark. “Yes. I only hope she made it out of the Palace in time.”
Ryujin chuckled and smiled. “We will see soon enough.” He made pessimism seem like optimism. The way he said it was as if encouraging, but the words were not so.
Vincent shuddered as the sun dropped behind the mountains, and the sky turned the same colour as the grass.
As they approached the camp, they slowed into a gentle canter again, following the trail of a thin river that carved through the plains. Low trees hugged the slopping banks, blossom was beginning to bloom on their pale braches and swans -both black and white- bobbed along the smooth surface of the river. A warm yellowish/orange light illuminated the trees, elegant Japanese lamps on ropes, zigzagging from one side of the river to another. The flags Vincent has seen from a distance were close now, and he slowed again into a leisurely trot to observe them.
They were a dark blue, although slightly pale, with a yellow circle at the centre of them. They hung limp in the calm breeze, but Vincent could piece it together in his mind.
“Ryujin,” he asked. “Who is this general exactly?”
The Dragon King grunted and shifted in his saddle. “That would be telling. I don’t even think you’d know who I was talking about if I said his name.”
Vincent pouted childishly, but corrected himself as he saw a small assembly of horses and riders up ahead with multiple foot soldiers, waiting by the outskirts of the camp. Suddenly it was like he had swallowed an apple whole. He tried to make out the details on the head man, then trying to spot yellow hair.
They entered the camp.
Vincent was drawn up by the leader’s massive stallion, a black morgan, even bigger than Ryujin’s anguis equus, which was already twenty one hands high. It’s legs were long and stocky with muscle, as was it’s chest and neck. It had a dark bridle, but no reins, and instead two metal handles which functioned like the horns on Ryujin’s steed.
Vincent was caught by the general’s eyes. He would have done a double take but he was fixated. Not eyes, an eye. A bright, brilliant blue left eye, the other covered by a leather and iron eye patch, shadowed by the shade of a grand iron helmet, slightly blue in colouration. A large, elegant yellow crescent was mounted on the front, one side longer than the other. The general wore a bellowing greatcoat, choppy and torn at the bottom, with a massive folded collar rimmed in yellow, meeting at his stomach, held tight by a sturdy metal belt with a yellow lightening bolt insignia. Atop his broad shoulders were strong thick leather guards, stretching across the top of his back and neck. Beneath his coat he wore black iron armour and a Kevlar undershirt that came up his neck. He seemed to wear dark jeans, plated with more iron and big boots, possibly steel toe capped. Black iron gauntlets covered his forearms, with a similar lighting bolt down the front to his belt. The end of the bolt seemed to carry on onto black gloves, splitting into five narrow lines that went down to his fingers. Six sword were at his sides; three on the left, three on the right. They were long, curved katanas in leather sheathes, a web of blue fabric between them like dragon wings. The aura that came from him was fierce and assertive.
Vincent was certain he was a god.
A god of war.
“My lord Date,” Ryujin bowed his head in respect.
Vincent did so too, gawkily and unprepared. Rapide responded by braying loudly and swaying.
The general smirked and sat on his magnificent beast, his posture was beautifully held, his arms folded across his chest. “Control your horse, master Song.” He said, his voice not too deep and with a slight gravel to its tone. “I don’t want my tent getting dirty because of you.”
Vincent flinched, but managed to muster enough courage to look up. “My lord, I am sorry for my disrespect. Please, accept my apologies.”
Date smirked and spurred his horse. It responded with grace, turning to enter the camp once again in a walk. “Don’t give me flattery, master Song. You’re not here to kiss my arse, you’re here to start a war which I expect you to debate with me with some ounce of passion.”
The troops parted to let Vincent and Ryujin through, their heads down in respect.
The camp was busy, a hive. Soldiers sat around fires with swords and spears, some with rifles and larger firearms. All of them wore a simple black and blue armour. There were few females among them, Vincent had noted. Azure Barracks was more popular with women than armies of ancient samurais.
They were lead to the centre of the camp, where they hitched their horses and were guided inside a large tent. Inside, it was spacious and luxurious, even by such standards. There were beautifully decorated cushions in a circle at the centre, a blue Japanese dragon painted on the back wall that pulsed and swayed in the slight breezed the caressed the fabric of the tent. Two lamps hung from the ceiling on rope, positioned so that they would not set alight the roof . The orange glow gave the space an intimate feel, more than homely or cosy. A small cherry blossom tree bloomed steadily in the corner.
Date gestured for them to sit down after they had removed their shoes.
Vincent and Ryujin bowed respectively before accepting the gesture. They were addressed by two sleek, oriental women, who served them a mug of warm sake.
Date sat opposite them, another dark haired woman slipped his belt and coat off, folding them and placing them to one side, undoing the fastenings of his armour. Everything she did was sensual, her movements finely constructed. Her blue kimono decorated with white dragons, her silky dark hair pinned up by silver hairpins adorned with lapis lazuli and sapphire.
Only for a moment was Date’s skin bare, before she slid a gown over him, running her hands over his shoulder and loosening his hair from the confines of his helmet. The woman sat next to him, silent.
For just a few seconds Vincent wonder how easy it would be to kill the man, right now, stripped of his armour and weapons. The gun at his hip was tempting, but he resisted Amaterasu’s part of him.
The one-eyed samurai closed his left eye briefly, before sighing and sipping his own sake. “Another group arrived around midday, if you are wondering,” he said placidly. “One was the goddess Benzaiten, I believe. She has changed so much. It’s almost painful. But her choice none the less.”
A yellow haired woman poked her head out from a fabric doorway, her eyes bright as she saw Vincent.
“Claire!” Vincent fought the urge to get up.
Claire beamed and entered. She was dressed similarly to the concubine at Date’s side, only amber and yellow diamonds were the jewels of her hairpins. She sat beside her husband, kissing his cheek and clasping his hand in hers. “I thought you didn’t make it. I was terrified.”
Vincent smirked and moved his free hand over hers. “I was, too.”
“Alright, lovely, a touching reunion. Now, what are you here for? Beside trying to start a war, obviously.”
Vincent shot a glance to Date. “We have a proposal, your lordship.”
There was a pause before Date’s deep laughter rumbled through the tent. “Please don’t call me that. You are not from my country neither are you my soldiers. Call me Masamune or Date. ”
Vincent nodded. “Since you know why we are here, I guess we can start procedures straight away?” He reached into his satchel for the documents.
Date raised his hand and Vincent stopped.
Vincent and Claire looked at each other, then back to their host. Vincent wanted to pull Claire into his lap and to kiss her, but in their present company, it would not have been appropriate. The silence that deafened them only added to those needs to reunite properly, to talk and to embrace.
“Just because I know why you are here doesn’t mean I want anything to do with this… uprising of yours.” He placed his cup on the floor in front of him, shutting his eye and letting out a heavy sigh. “I was hoping you’d understand that.”
With a swift movement Vincent drew the forms out and laid them straight, pushing them towards Date. “It’s no simple uprising. I am Amaterasu’s son by Shini Song. Surely you should know what that means?”
“I do not care who’s child you are, master Song. I am not getting involved. Not unless you compensate me for the lives you’ll surely lose.” Date sat up straight and ignored the papers. His concubine in blue squeezed his arm and whispered to him. “And I doubt you could give me anything right now.”
There was emphasis in those lines, Vincent noted. He ran the tone through his head. The urge to turn to Claire was unbearable, but he held it back for the few seconds it was there. “If you have no intention of joining us then why have you allowed us into your camp?”
“Because,” Date started hastily. “You have travelled all the way from the Dragon’s Palace to the Eastern Plains. That’s roughly five hundred and twenty six miles. Your horses are worn, you are spent. It would be inhuman of me to simply wave you away.” He took another sip of his cup. “You will recuperate here, I am not all beast. Perhaps you may try to convince me to join you, but I doubt it will be worth the effort.” He snapped his fingers and the concubine stood, picking up a shamisen. The woman began to play softly, and the mood lifted.
“We may not be able to give you anything right off of the bat, Masamune.” -personal- “Only you know what you want.” Vincent relaxed his hands, taking a deep breath.
Ryujin grunted in agreement. “He speaks for us. We can give you anything, now or later. Somehow, it doesn’t matter what it is.”
Claire remained silent.
Date raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. “I have the fastest horse in Elysium, an army at my command and an estate the size of China. What more could you give me?”
Vincent shrugged. “A permanent place in court?”
“What makes you think I have any interest in the Supreme Court,” Date interrupted briskly.
Another silence fell, and Date shut his eye briefly. When he opened it again, he was calm. He glanced from Vincent to Ryujin.
Claire breathed inwards sharply as he held her gaze. She relaxed when he moved from her.
“Whatever I want?” He pondered the shape of the statement. He let a low chuckle rumble through his strong form. “It’s such a strange proposition, master Song. But only Lady Amaterasu can give me what I desire. She promised it to me once. But her commands I could not carry out.”
Vincent cocked his head to one side. “What did she promise you, Date?”
“My Lord, an unknown force approaches.” A soldier stood in the doorway, panting heavily, sweat dripped from his brow, even in the cold evening air.
Date moved quickly to his feet, prompting his company to do the same, and his concubine stopped playing her music. “Do they prepare for an attack?”
The soldier shook his head. “I do not think so.”
“Good. Hopefully we can settle this without blood.” He turned to re-arm himself.
“My Lord, they hold your first son- Hidemune.”
Date spun back, his face cold. “Then perhaps not. Tell the men that they should be prepared for anything.”
The soldier left and let Date get ready.
Vincent put his arm around Claire’s waist and led her out of the general’s tent, Ryujin following them with dog like loyalty. Claire’s horse -Pax- was led around the corner by Benzaiten, still dressed in her baggy mechanic clothes. The akhal-teke was sleek and in the orange lamp glow its metallic coat shone.
Claire turned to Vincent and squeezed his shoulders, before wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him. “I guess we’ll be heading out with Date too?”
He breathed down her neck and sighed. “It seems that way. I doubt he’d let us try and spread our word to his soldiers.” They moved apart and walked side by side to Claire’s horse. Vincent saw the glorious black morgan again, glossy and proud. It was reminiscent of its rider.
“Scatebra’s the fastest horse in Elysium, Date said so himself. It was a gift from Amaterasu when he fought the angel uprising,” Claire said very matter-of-fact. She kept her head down. Having such light hair drew attention in this army.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and seemed to glare at the stallion. “So, Masamune Date’s had affiliations with my mother? We’ll need to look into this.”
Claire nodded and took the rein of her horse. “Don’t upset Date, whatever you do. We need him and his army. More than the others.” She spurred her horse gently and trotted towards the congregation of horses, ready to meet the intruders.
Enjoy!
It was a vast golden sea stretching off into the distance, just how Vincent had imagined it. He had expected to see the curvature of the world but soon remembered that, no matter how much he missed it, he wasn’t on Earth anymore. The ground was flat, completely and utterly. From where he stood he could see the ring of the mountains surrounding the plains like stone fire, the setting sun colouring them ablaze.
In Spring the grass would have been tall and green, alive with the vibrant colours of wildflowers and the trickling of melted snow streams running fast down from the mountains. Autumn had painted the fields golden, in the gentle breeze it looked like an expanse of amber fire. In the distance, Vincent saw a cluster of tents, a number of flags raised on polls, but he couldn’t make out the details.
Rapide brayed, shaking her mane with impatience. Vincent patted her strong neck and looked back over his shoulder at the Dragon King Ryujin. “Do you think we can make it to the camp before dusk?”
The typically silent man -still resentful for being forced to leave the palace- peered up at him from under his dragon skull helmet. He gripped the horns of his steed. The perfect white ivory swept back like handles instead of a rein and harness.
“Maybe. Inignis could, I’ve no doubt. Not sure about Rapide though. Not very true to her name, is she?”
Vincent turned away from him and sighed. “I guess it wouldn’t matter. It’s a still day.”
Ryujin came up next to him, his horned horse lanky in comparison to Vincent’s regular knabstrupper Mare. “If you want to try, be my guest. Not sure why you’re making a fuss about it.”
“It’s what they do, isn’t it?” Vincent said calmly. “Kings. They make a fuss.” With no more to say, Vincent spurred his horse and made his way into the rich plains at a steady canter. The descent was gentle and soon they hit the plains and began to pick up their pace. Vincent urged his horse into a graceful gallop, and he was soon followed by Ryujin.
They rode in silence.
Vincent was apprehensive about arriving at the camp, he could already see the fires being lit ready for the dark to settle in. He tried to look about him, to see if he could spot another group of horses riding towards the camp, but he could see none. Since the escape from the Dragon’s Palace he had been worrying, getting little sleep over the anxiety.
Ryujin closed the gap between them and they rode side by side. “You worry about Claire and Benzaiten?”
Vincent turned his head to Ryujin, his eyes were dark. “Yes. I only hope she made it out of the Palace in time.”
Ryujin chuckled and smiled. “We will see soon enough.” He made pessimism seem like optimism. The way he said it was as if encouraging, but the words were not so.
Vincent shuddered as the sun dropped behind the mountains, and the sky turned the same colour as the grass.
As they approached the camp, they slowed into a gentle canter again, following the trail of a thin river that carved through the plains. Low trees hugged the slopping banks, blossom was beginning to bloom on their pale braches and swans -both black and white- bobbed along the smooth surface of the river. A warm yellowish/orange light illuminated the trees, elegant Japanese lamps on ropes, zigzagging from one side of the river to another. The flags Vincent has seen from a distance were close now, and he slowed again into a leisurely trot to observe them.
They were a dark blue, although slightly pale, with a yellow circle at the centre of them. They hung limp in the calm breeze, but Vincent could piece it together in his mind.
“Ryujin,” he asked. “Who is this general exactly?”
The Dragon King grunted and shifted in his saddle. “That would be telling. I don’t even think you’d know who I was talking about if I said his name.”
Vincent pouted childishly, but corrected himself as he saw a small assembly of horses and riders up ahead with multiple foot soldiers, waiting by the outskirts of the camp. Suddenly it was like he had swallowed an apple whole. He tried to make out the details on the head man, then trying to spot yellow hair.
They entered the camp.
Vincent was drawn up by the leader’s massive stallion, a black morgan, even bigger than Ryujin’s anguis equus, which was already twenty one hands high. It’s legs were long and stocky with muscle, as was it’s chest and neck. It had a dark bridle, but no reins, and instead two metal handles which functioned like the horns on Ryujin’s steed.
Vincent was caught by the general’s eyes. He would have done a double take but he was fixated. Not eyes, an eye. A bright, brilliant blue left eye, the other covered by a leather and iron eye patch, shadowed by the shade of a grand iron helmet, slightly blue in colouration. A large, elegant yellow crescent was mounted on the front, one side longer than the other. The general wore a bellowing greatcoat, choppy and torn at the bottom, with a massive folded collar rimmed in yellow, meeting at his stomach, held tight by a sturdy metal belt with a yellow lightening bolt insignia. Atop his broad shoulders were strong thick leather guards, stretching across the top of his back and neck. Beneath his coat he wore black iron armour and a Kevlar undershirt that came up his neck. He seemed to wear dark jeans, plated with more iron and big boots, possibly steel toe capped. Black iron gauntlets covered his forearms, with a similar lighting bolt down the front to his belt. The end of the bolt seemed to carry on onto black gloves, splitting into five narrow lines that went down to his fingers. Six sword were at his sides; three on the left, three on the right. They were long, curved katanas in leather sheathes, a web of blue fabric between them like dragon wings. The aura that came from him was fierce and assertive.
Vincent was certain he was a god.
A god of war.
“My lord Date,” Ryujin bowed his head in respect.
Vincent did so too, gawkily and unprepared. Rapide responded by braying loudly and swaying.
The general smirked and sat on his magnificent beast, his posture was beautifully held, his arms folded across his chest. “Control your horse, master Song.” He said, his voice not too deep and with a slight gravel to its tone. “I don’t want my tent getting dirty because of you.”
Vincent flinched, but managed to muster enough courage to look up. “My lord, I am sorry for my disrespect. Please, accept my apologies.”
Date smirked and spurred his horse. It responded with grace, turning to enter the camp once again in a walk. “Don’t give me flattery, master Song. You’re not here to kiss my arse, you’re here to start a war which I expect you to debate with me with some ounce of passion.”
The troops parted to let Vincent and Ryujin through, their heads down in respect.
The camp was busy, a hive. Soldiers sat around fires with swords and spears, some with rifles and larger firearms. All of them wore a simple black and blue armour. There were few females among them, Vincent had noted. Azure Barracks was more popular with women than armies of ancient samurais.
They were lead to the centre of the camp, where they hitched their horses and were guided inside a large tent. Inside, it was spacious and luxurious, even by such standards. There were beautifully decorated cushions in a circle at the centre, a blue Japanese dragon painted on the back wall that pulsed and swayed in the slight breezed the caressed the fabric of the tent. Two lamps hung from the ceiling on rope, positioned so that they would not set alight the roof . The orange glow gave the space an intimate feel, more than homely or cosy. A small cherry blossom tree bloomed steadily in the corner.
Date gestured for them to sit down after they had removed their shoes.
Vincent and Ryujin bowed respectively before accepting the gesture. They were addressed by two sleek, oriental women, who served them a mug of warm sake.
Date sat opposite them, another dark haired woman slipped his belt and coat off, folding them and placing them to one side, undoing the fastenings of his armour. Everything she did was sensual, her movements finely constructed. Her blue kimono decorated with white dragons, her silky dark hair pinned up by silver hairpins adorned with lapis lazuli and sapphire.
Only for a moment was Date’s skin bare, before she slid a gown over him, running her hands over his shoulder and loosening his hair from the confines of his helmet. The woman sat next to him, silent.
For just a few seconds Vincent wonder how easy it would be to kill the man, right now, stripped of his armour and weapons. The gun at his hip was tempting, but he resisted Amaterasu’s part of him.
The one-eyed samurai closed his left eye briefly, before sighing and sipping his own sake. “Another group arrived around midday, if you are wondering,” he said placidly. “One was the goddess Benzaiten, I believe. She has changed so much. It’s almost painful. But her choice none the less.”
A yellow haired woman poked her head out from a fabric doorway, her eyes bright as she saw Vincent.
“Claire!” Vincent fought the urge to get up.
Claire beamed and entered. She was dressed similarly to the concubine at Date’s side, only amber and yellow diamonds were the jewels of her hairpins. She sat beside her husband, kissing his cheek and clasping his hand in hers. “I thought you didn’t make it. I was terrified.”
Vincent smirked and moved his free hand over hers. “I was, too.”
“Alright, lovely, a touching reunion. Now, what are you here for? Beside trying to start a war, obviously.”
Vincent shot a glance to Date. “We have a proposal, your lordship.”
There was a pause before Date’s deep laughter rumbled through the tent. “Please don’t call me that. You are not from my country neither are you my soldiers. Call me Masamune or Date. ”
Vincent nodded. “Since you know why we are here, I guess we can start procedures straight away?” He reached into his satchel for the documents.
Date raised his hand and Vincent stopped.
Vincent and Claire looked at each other, then back to their host. Vincent wanted to pull Claire into his lap and to kiss her, but in their present company, it would not have been appropriate. The silence that deafened them only added to those needs to reunite properly, to talk and to embrace.
“Just because I know why you are here doesn’t mean I want anything to do with this… uprising of yours.” He placed his cup on the floor in front of him, shutting his eye and letting out a heavy sigh. “I was hoping you’d understand that.”
With a swift movement Vincent drew the forms out and laid them straight, pushing them towards Date. “It’s no simple uprising. I am Amaterasu’s son by Shini Song. Surely you should know what that means?”
“I do not care who’s child you are, master Song. I am not getting involved. Not unless you compensate me for the lives you’ll surely lose.” Date sat up straight and ignored the papers. His concubine in blue squeezed his arm and whispered to him. “And I doubt you could give me anything right now.”
There was emphasis in those lines, Vincent noted. He ran the tone through his head. The urge to turn to Claire was unbearable, but he held it back for the few seconds it was there. “If you have no intention of joining us then why have you allowed us into your camp?”
“Because,” Date started hastily. “You have travelled all the way from the Dragon’s Palace to the Eastern Plains. That’s roughly five hundred and twenty six miles. Your horses are worn, you are spent. It would be inhuman of me to simply wave you away.” He took another sip of his cup. “You will recuperate here, I am not all beast. Perhaps you may try to convince me to join you, but I doubt it will be worth the effort.” He snapped his fingers and the concubine stood, picking up a shamisen. The woman began to play softly, and the mood lifted.
“We may not be able to give you anything right off of the bat, Masamune.” -personal- “Only you know what you want.” Vincent relaxed his hands, taking a deep breath.
Ryujin grunted in agreement. “He speaks for us. We can give you anything, now or later. Somehow, it doesn’t matter what it is.”
Claire remained silent.
Date raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. “I have the fastest horse in Elysium, an army at my command and an estate the size of China. What more could you give me?”
Vincent shrugged. “A permanent place in court?”
“What makes you think I have any interest in the Supreme Court,” Date interrupted briskly.
Another silence fell, and Date shut his eye briefly. When he opened it again, he was calm. He glanced from Vincent to Ryujin.
Claire breathed inwards sharply as he held her gaze. She relaxed when he moved from her.
“Whatever I want?” He pondered the shape of the statement. He let a low chuckle rumble through his strong form. “It’s such a strange proposition, master Song. But only Lady Amaterasu can give me what I desire. She promised it to me once. But her commands I could not carry out.”
Vincent cocked his head to one side. “What did she promise you, Date?”
“My Lord, an unknown force approaches.” A soldier stood in the doorway, panting heavily, sweat dripped from his brow, even in the cold evening air.
Date moved quickly to his feet, prompting his company to do the same, and his concubine stopped playing her music. “Do they prepare for an attack?”
The soldier shook his head. “I do not think so.”
“Good. Hopefully we can settle this without blood.” He turned to re-arm himself.
“My Lord, they hold your first son- Hidemune.”
Date spun back, his face cold. “Then perhaps not. Tell the men that they should be prepared for anything.”
The soldier left and let Date get ready.
Vincent put his arm around Claire’s waist and led her out of the general’s tent, Ryujin following them with dog like loyalty. Claire’s horse -Pax- was led around the corner by Benzaiten, still dressed in her baggy mechanic clothes. The akhal-teke was sleek and in the orange lamp glow its metallic coat shone.
Claire turned to Vincent and squeezed his shoulders, before wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him. “I guess we’ll be heading out with Date too?”
He breathed down her neck and sighed. “It seems that way. I doubt he’d let us try and spread our word to his soldiers.” They moved apart and walked side by side to Claire’s horse. Vincent saw the glorious black morgan again, glossy and proud. It was reminiscent of its rider.
“Scatebra’s the fastest horse in Elysium, Date said so himself. It was a gift from Amaterasu when he fought the angel uprising,” Claire said very matter-of-fact. She kept her head down. Having such light hair drew attention in this army.
Vincent narrowed his eyes and seemed to glare at the stallion. “So, Masamune Date’s had affiliations with my mother? We’ll need to look into this.”
Claire nodded and took the rein of her horse. “Don’t upset Date, whatever you do. We need him and his army. More than the others.” She spurred her horse gently and trotted towards the congregation of horses, ready to meet the intruders.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
How Skyrim Helps Me Read
1) Skyrim is notorious for its long loading screens. I've played the game enough to know every image and every chunk of information that is displayed during the loading screens, and so, I whip out a book and on good/bad days I can get two or three pages covered per loading screen. I fast travel on the game, which is another loading screen. They happen every time you enter a dungeon, go to a shop, visit a main city, go into a house etc. It leaves a lot of time of staring at a screen. I read while it loads, that's how I read Retribution Falls.
2) Sometimes I'll be trying to unlock a master locked door/chest and after forty odd lockpicks I'll usually give up and read while I let myself calm down. The ambient music usually has me absorbed in the book very quickly, and I forget all about the expensive weapons and attire that could be in the chest/storeroom. I usually read a goof thirty pages before hearing a certain patter that's like raindrop beats, and mistake it for the sunken ship level on Okami, then realize it's Skyrim, and start playing again.
3) Going around Skyrim with very little holding capacity left after deciding I'm going to carry around my Deadric Armour and a Deadric Bow/War Axe/Sword, I get very bored of having to decide what to drop, even though I'd like to sell all of it. The main cause of it is having dragon bones, which weigh a tonne on the character. So up comes the book and the same things happens as in reason two.
Actually, one of the only reasons I play Skyrim is to read. I read the smaller books though, the 300 page novels that seemed interesting enough for me to overlook their medium font size and lack of pages -I have a love for Epics, or books over 680 pages long. I tend to avoid smaller novels, unless written by Adam Roberts. Skyrim's long loading sequences and rage-inducing lockpicking system technically aided me in the reading of smaller books.
The smallest book I've read since I started taking a real interest was 275 pages long (Soul Eater by Michelle Paver), and the biggest was 877 pages (Perdido Street Station by the ever-brilliant China Mieville).
Books Books Books
This is what I do with my money
It's a well known fact among my friends that I don't stop reading. I read in class, I read during lunch, I read between the long loading screens of Skyrim. I just don't stop reading.
If I have money, I usually spend it on books. The only reason I go to town is to go to Waterstone's, say hi to some of the workers there, and leave with two books every week.
So, this week I did leave with two, but need to get started on the sequel to the ever amazing The Lies of Locke Lamora as well as the two books I bought on Saturday.
I bought Empire State because I've recently got into superheros after joining a Teen Titan roleplaying forum, which is going pretty slow, but it pushed me into fully enjoying the whole superhero scene. That and there's an Atomic Comic in town that I just recently found out about.
I bought Fenrir becase it's the sequel to Wolfsangel, the enthralling debut novel by M.D. Lachlan. I took the moment to realize I had not started a series by a book that was the first, (I bought Red Seas Under Red Skies before I bought The Lies of Locke Lamora). So, of course I'm going to follow this series to the end! That and it really doesn't stop making you think.
Today, I also finished Retribution Falls, buying it after realizing I had -in my typical fashion- bought the latest book in the series first, The Iron Jackle. They have been pretty decent books, all the characters are beautifully crafted and completely different, and it has some hilarious moments to it here and there, however the books are very small in themselves and very fast paced. While not my favourite books (Even after The Lies of Locke Lamora, Iron Council by China Mieville is still my all time favourite) they are very entertaining and I recommend them to anyone who loves action and swashbuckling pirates.
Lore of the Godkin
Gods are powerful, immortal beings sprung from the mind of man in their earliest days of thought and belief. They have existed alongside man as intelligent, creative beings, and see themselves as the servants of humankind. They do all they can to provide humans with an afterlife in which those who have performed evil deeds can redeem themselves through work or live again to fix what they broke or to live a better life in order to be accepted.
Gods are immortal, although can catch and die from diseases, although it takes longer. A god can become a sufferer of cancer, but it takes longer for it to kill them, and is usually easier to fight against. Many gods forfeit their immortality to live a life as a mortal, so when they die they gain the benefits.
Younger gods (the teenage and child equivalent) are called godlings, and become gods after the passing process usually around the same time as puberty.
All gods have an ability called an 'authority'. This is a specific specialty, such as an authority over wind speeds of over the functioning of mechanisms. Every god is born with one natural ability, and can gain others by killing another god a devouring the soul.
As well as having an authority, all belongs belong to a certain family. The concept of family is different for godkind than humankind; while they are usually all related, they don't all share the same last name, and and linked by their authority. A group of authorities that are similar are called families, or 'skills'. They are basic groups such as fire, metal, maters of the mind, structural, celestial and inevitable.
In order for a god to use their authority, a god must understand and know how to split their physical being into three; the body, the soul and the mind. In this state, a god stretches their being across the fabric of time, and can tap into their authority source. They communicate with the Willing Universe in order to unleash their powers.
Each god has a mark on the back of their neck in the shape of an eye, which spits into two when a god has parted the three states of being. The soul controls the two eye halves, the run down the arm and transfer the commands from the mind to the body to ignite like a match, causing the execution of an authority in the physical realm.
The process of splitting takes 2.53 seconds and the communication with the Willing Universe takes 0.05 seconds, and the time it takes for an eye half to run down the arm in 1.2 seconds.
The gods of Elysium rule with a Parliament, fronted by the Sovereign, usually the most powerful of the gods. Amaterasu is the current sovereign, and is only surpassed by the living weapons called supergods and supergod ultras (Ultras being the ultimate force next to Supreme Beings). Supergods are made when two gods of the opposite authority have a child. This is an illegal act, and usually punishable by banishment or death.
When it does happen, three things can happen. The first is that the mother survives and the godling destroys itself within a few hours after birth, and does not drain the mental state of the mother.
The second is that a child does drain the mothers mental state as so to support its own probable powers. This makes a supergod, and drives the mother insane.
The third, arguable the worst case scenario, is when the godling kills the mother as labor begins, needing to be cut out of the mothers body. The result is a supergod ultra, a powerful and destructive being with a love of annihilation. They are referred to as living weapons, and are kept by the military under 24/7 surveillance, and are trained to be weapons of mass destruction.
Gods are born with black hair and pale skin, but can change their appearance whenever and however they please.
If a god loses their ability to change their human form and their hair turns white, it is a sign that they are a threat to others around them. Sometimes having white hair is not a sign of malevolence, but a personal change by a god.
Very few gods have an animal form, which represents who they are. Not all gods do and is somewhat of a curse more than a blessing. It is also possible for a god with an animal form to become an anthropomorphic half-human half-beast, usually with animal features such as claws, ears, tails, sometimes wings and usually facial changes and limb proportion alterations.
Gods do not require worship, but do need to eat blessed World Blood in order to sustain their powers. If not, they will lose their abilities and thus their respect among gods.
Gods are immortal, although can catch and die from diseases, although it takes longer. A god can become a sufferer of cancer, but it takes longer for it to kill them, and is usually easier to fight against. Many gods forfeit their immortality to live a life as a mortal, so when they die they gain the benefits.
Younger gods (the teenage and child equivalent) are called godlings, and become gods after the passing process usually around the same time as puberty.
All gods have an ability called an 'authority'. This is a specific specialty, such as an authority over wind speeds of over the functioning of mechanisms. Every god is born with one natural ability, and can gain others by killing another god a devouring the soul.
As well as having an authority, all belongs belong to a certain family. The concept of family is different for godkind than humankind; while they are usually all related, they don't all share the same last name, and and linked by their authority. A group of authorities that are similar are called families, or 'skills'. They are basic groups such as fire, metal, maters of the mind, structural, celestial and inevitable.
In order for a god to use their authority, a god must understand and know how to split their physical being into three; the body, the soul and the mind. In this state, a god stretches their being across the fabric of time, and can tap into their authority source. They communicate with the Willing Universe in order to unleash their powers.
Each god has a mark on the back of their neck in the shape of an eye, which spits into two when a god has parted the three states of being. The soul controls the two eye halves, the run down the arm and transfer the commands from the mind to the body to ignite like a match, causing the execution of an authority in the physical realm.
The process of splitting takes 2.53 seconds and the communication with the Willing Universe takes 0.05 seconds, and the time it takes for an eye half to run down the arm in 1.2 seconds.
The gods of Elysium rule with a Parliament, fronted by the Sovereign, usually the most powerful of the gods. Amaterasu is the current sovereign, and is only surpassed by the living weapons called supergods and supergod ultras (Ultras being the ultimate force next to Supreme Beings). Supergods are made when two gods of the opposite authority have a child. This is an illegal act, and usually punishable by banishment or death.
When it does happen, three things can happen. The first is that the mother survives and the godling destroys itself within a few hours after birth, and does not drain the mental state of the mother.
The second is that a child does drain the mothers mental state as so to support its own probable powers. This makes a supergod, and drives the mother insane.
The third, arguable the worst case scenario, is when the godling kills the mother as labor begins, needing to be cut out of the mothers body. The result is a supergod ultra, a powerful and destructive being with a love of annihilation. They are referred to as living weapons, and are kept by the military under 24/7 surveillance, and are trained to be weapons of mass destruction.
Gods are born with black hair and pale skin, but can change their appearance whenever and however they please.
If a god loses their ability to change their human form and their hair turns white, it is a sign that they are a threat to others around them. Sometimes having white hair is not a sign of malevolence, but a personal change by a god.
Very few gods have an animal form, which represents who they are. Not all gods do and is somewhat of a curse more than a blessing. It is also possible for a god with an animal form to become an anthropomorphic half-human half-beast, usually with animal features such as claws, ears, tails, sometimes wings and usually facial changes and limb proportion alterations.
Gods do not require worship, but do need to eat blessed World Blood in order to sustain their powers. If not, they will lose their abilities and thus their respect among gods.
Saturday, 7 April 2012
The Godhood Project
It has always been a dream of mine to write. I love writing more than I love anything else. It has seemed, however, that I cannot keep an idea down long enough to write more than sporadic chunks here and there.
This blog exists to help me retain the enthusiasm to carry out this singular idea, that has not gone beyond character development and plot/world construction for over three years. I hope that someone, somewhere, will take interest in these ideas I want to share with the world, follow it and hopefully gather a following that will give me the encouragement to keep going.
While Godhood is far from flawless, it has always been with me, since the day it started off as a vague idea inspired by the PS2 game Okami. Back then it was written for teenagers, with very little to it. I grew up in that first year and I realized what I wanted Godhood to become; a science fiction/fantasy series, not a teen fiction novel, the genre of which I abhor with a passion. I want it to be more sophisticated and more thoughtful than that, and as a consequence, I do not expect great things from it.
As a note, I would say that the gods and mythology from Godhood and the rest of the This Is How We Rise are inspired by the Shinto mythology of Japan. None of the gods are the exact Shinto gods, though the names and what they are god of may be, as well as their pasts and relationships.
This blog exists to help me retain the enthusiasm to carry out this singular idea, that has not gone beyond character development and plot/world construction for over three years. I hope that someone, somewhere, will take interest in these ideas I want to share with the world, follow it and hopefully gather a following that will give me the encouragement to keep going.
While Godhood is far from flawless, it has always been with me, since the day it started off as a vague idea inspired by the PS2 game Okami. Back then it was written for teenagers, with very little to it. I grew up in that first year and I realized what I wanted Godhood to become; a science fiction/fantasy series, not a teen fiction novel, the genre of which I abhor with a passion. I want it to be more sophisticated and more thoughtful than that, and as a consequence, I do not expect great things from it.
As a note, I would say that the gods and mythology from Godhood and the rest of the This Is How We Rise are inspired by the Shinto mythology of Japan. None of the gods are the exact Shinto gods, though the names and what they are god of may be, as well as their pasts and relationships.
The Godhood Project Playlist
The Godhood Project: Playlist
Whether it be hip hop, heavy metal, new age orchestral, The Godhood Project fits just about every type of music there is.
Have a suggestion? Let me know and I'll add it to the list!
Whether it be hip hop, heavy metal, new age orchestral, The Godhood Project fits just about every type of music there is.
Have a suggestion? Let me know and I'll add it to the list!
Friday, 6 April 2012
Secondary Main Dudes
Benzaiten (Ben-zai-ten)
Age: 50'000
Race: Goddess (of mechanisms and systems)
Height: Five foot eight inches
Weight: One hundred and sixty five
Hair: Purple
Eyes: Gold
Personality: Crude, vulgar, bold, brave, confident, reliable, sarcastic
Susano Omikami (Soo-san-o)
Age: 200'000
Race: God (of storms and the sea)
Height: Six foot two inches
Weight: One hundred and seventy nine lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Personality: Lackadaisical, laid-back, relaxed, unreliable, patient, reserved, erratic, honest
Inari Omikami
Age: 190'090
Race: Goddess (of fertility and foxes)
Height: Five foot seven inches
Weight: One hundred and forty
Hair: White
Eyes: Red
Personality: Flirtatious, bubbly, happy-go-lucky, energetic, illogical, emotional, erratic
Ryujin (Rai-oo-jin)
Age: 2'000
Race: Dragon
Height: Six foot three inches
Weight: One hundred and eighty five
Hair: Platinum blonde
Eyes: Pale violet
Personality: Aloof, over confident, reckless, blunt, motivated, violent, assertive
Amatsu Mikaboshi (Am-at-tsu Mi-ka-bo-she)
Age: 1'500'000
Race: Supreme Being (Creator of Evil and Stars)
Height: Six foot seven inches
Weight: One hundred and ninety lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Red
Personality: Sadistic, psychotic, embittered, selfish, vindictive, grandiose, two-faced
Hidemune Date (He-day-moo-nay)
Age: 356
Race: HumanHeight: Five foot eleven inches
Weight: One hundred and sixty eight lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Personality: Happy-go-lucky, carefree, friendly, sassy, immodest, ignorant, optimistic, cultured
Mackenzie Lowell
Age: 150
Race: Angel
Height: Five foot four inches
Weight: One hundred and twenty five lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Violet
Personality: Obedient, self-hating, racists, pessimistic, temperamental, conservative
Bashaar Ahmed
Age: 25
Race: Human
Height: Five foot two inches
Weight: One hundred and thirty four lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Personality: Childish, arrogant, pompous, shallow, cocky, defiant, patronizing
Jamie Litch
Age: 200
Race: Angel
Height: Five foot six
Weight: One hundred and forty five
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Personality: Motivated, self-hating, obedient, hypocrite, reserved, violent, volatile, realistic
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Teh Main Dudes
Vincent Song
Age: 15-2000
Race: Supergod (of Spectral Type Stars)
Height: Six foot
Weight: One hundred and sixty eight lbs lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Gold
Personality: Motivated and somewhat stubborn, Vincent is perhaps among some of the most upright and well meaning gods, although while being eager to help, he is not in a rush to be what everybody else wants him to be. While he has no qualms with his fellow godkin -except for some of the more hostile ones- he will chose to defend his own corner and he's very adamant with sticking to what he believes in, even if proven wrong.
Efficient in battle, he is often courageous and is a talented marksman, as well as not being too shabby with a sword. When it comes to his own abilities, he is often very aware of the destruction it can cause, and while does not suppress it or become afraid of it, he judges its convenience harshly.
Shini Song
Age: 150'000
Race: God (Of Death)
Height: Five foot ten inches
Weight: One hundred and sixty lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Gray
Personality: One of the more distant and cold hearted gods of Elysium, Shini seems to come of as a stereotypical god of death and deliverance. However, he was made devoid of his emotions in a clashing family feud with the Omikami clan. He had no last name up until his son was born, ironically to the sovereign Elysium, Amaterasu Omikami, and had to flee. He dwells of the idea of revenge and unforgiviness, and seeks to ruin Amaterasu's claim to the throne.
He is known for his sharp way with words, and his cruelty spares none but a few. While useless in a fight, he is an excellent strategist, and has a power with words. He isn't especially charismatic, and usually likes to keep his distance from other peoples problems.
He is known for his sharp way with words, and his cruelty spares none but a few. While useless in a fight, he is an excellent strategist, and has a power with words. He isn't especially charismatic, and usually likes to keep his distance from other peoples problems.
Amaterasu Omikami (Ah-mah-tear-a-su)
Age: 200'000
Race: Goddess (Of the Sun and Life)
Height: Seven foot eleven inches (JAY-ZUS)
Weight: Two hundred and fifty lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Gold
Personality: The Sovereign of Elysium, Amaterasu is perhaps the most corrupt and powerful of the gods. It is not known to the general public that she is not naturally a goddess of life, but in fact killed the goddess Izanami for her soul, thus gaining her powers. She is violent, erratic, but exceptionally charismatic and playful. She holds no mercy for anybody, no matter their status or their age or race. After she succumbed to madness, her grip on Elysium tightened. She has never been a bad ruler, and is perhaps one of the most successful. Her madness did not make her erratic in a way that made her openly insane, but rather made her a fearsome and unpredictable character, able to hide her insanity by being terrifying.
J.A.C.K (Judicious Automaton of (the) Celestial King(s))
Age: N/A
Race: Automaton
Height: Five foot eight inches
Weight: One hundred and fifty lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bue
Personality: J.A.C.K is one of the automatons of Elysium that is made to guard the kings or next in line to the title of sovereign. He was stolen by Shini and assigned the task to be Vincent's servant and protector, although the two are more like brothers than servant and master. Like many of the machines of Elysium, J.A.C.K is very capable of changing his form to suit certain needs. As an automaton, he is also much more durable in battle, although not very good at it in the first place.He is calm and loyal to Vincent, and is one of the more tame characters of the group.
Claire Song (nee De Centa) *'Nee' followed by a name means 'name before marriage'.
Age: 15-2000
Race: False Goddess (Human) (Of metal manipulation)
Height: Five foot six inches
Weight: One hundred and fifty five lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Personality: Claire is known for her fire, in both debates and in battle. When trained by the Azure Girls at the Elysium Military Academy for Girls and Young Women, she exhibits the most uncontrollable of warrior facades, and is extremely impatient and reckless. Out of battle, she shows the same political capability of her husband's father, Shini, and trains under him for a short time. She never takes things softly, she is literal and cannot take a joke, especially a racist of sexist one, even if not meant seriously. She just doesn't care if it is or not, she sees no reason for it to exist.
Twin rapiers were her most common weapons, usually on horseback, but after her training, uses high powered pistols and -after her ascent to godhood- a ball of dense metal that she can shift into any kind of firearm, from a revolver to a minigun or bazooka.
Twin rapiers were her most common weapons, usually on horseback, but after her training, uses high powered pistols and -after her ascent to godhood- a ball of dense metal that she can shift into any kind of firearm, from a revolver to a minigun or bazooka.
Masamune Date (Mas-ah-moo-nay Dah-tay)
Age: 368
Race: Human
Height: Six foot four inches
Weight: One hundred and eighty five lbs
Weight: One hundred and eighty five lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Personality: Hailing from ancient Japan, Masamune was perhaps one of the most infamous samurai lords of all time, conquering the sengoku era with his prowess in battle and his unrelenting force. He is hot headed and often reckless, his nickname being the dokuganryu, or 'The One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu'. True to his name, he seems to be as wise and as knowledgeable as a dragon, but craves innermost power and to be idolized. He is kind of heart, but sometimes has his motives all wrong.
He fights with six swords, and was gifted the giant morgan stallion, Scatebra, from Amaterasu herself before he betrayed her faith in him. Even in the afterlife, Masamune still fights over land with his old enemies, eve after being gifted an estate the size of China after his wife, Megahime, was killed -again- in the angel's 'Next to Nothing' uprising in retaliation to the gods plan to make them equal with humans.
He is not introduced until very far on in the plot, but becomes an almost irreplaceable force that Amaterasu and Vincent fight over obsessively.
*Masamune could be considered a cameo appearance by Masamune Date from Sengoku Basara
He fights with six swords, and was gifted the giant morgan stallion, Scatebra, from Amaterasu herself before he betrayed her faith in him. Even in the afterlife, Masamune still fights over land with his old enemies, eve after being gifted an estate the size of China after his wife, Megahime, was killed -again- in the angel's 'Next to Nothing' uprising in retaliation to the gods plan to make them equal with humans.
He is not introduced until very far on in the plot, but becomes an almost irreplaceable force that Amaterasu and Vincent fight over obsessively.
*Masamune could be considered a cameo appearance by Masamune Date from Sengoku Basara
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