Aug 3, 2020 15:57:09 GMT -6
 mashita ryley why couldn’t i say no? general info
appearance Through consistent exercise, Mashita possesses a 6’ frame composed of lean muscle. The young man’s muscles become more evident when Mashita is exerting force, otherwise, they remain hidden beneath his clothes. His stomach exhibits traits of strong muscle, abs covering his torso from consistent hard work on his body. Commonly, Mashita can be seen exercising to maintain his body from preference and for work. A complexion between fair and semi-tanned covers Mashita’s skin without a blemish across his form. Coming from a taller family, Mashita has long legs, allowing him to run fast even without the use of his enhanced speed. Otherwise, his body is well-proportioned to his height and weight. The build of Mashita’s face brings an attractiveness that attracts the eyes of most. With a pair of high-standing cheekbones creating a slender face. Down these cheeks reach a strong jawline leading to a rounded chin with a subtle point. On his face is a petite, pointed and slight upturned nose. Cascading from his head is messy, neck-length reddish brown hair that sticks up in random places and is an untamable creature. His bangs risk falling into his eyes and are regularly swept to the right side of his face. Occasionally, he keeps his hair down, otherwise he braids it back and binds it all with a ponytail. His hair in specific colour is a reddish brown with a soft ginger undertone. Peering out from his reddish locks are brilliant green eyes, bright and gorgeous. Depending on his plans for the day will dictate the clothing worn by Mashita. When on-duty, Mashita regularly wears his TRS uniform to the fullest extent. The dark pants with the accent, the shirt beneath and the infamous TRS jacket thrown over his shoulders. He prefers using a temperature regulating bracelet rather than stripping layers. When his parents have company over, Mashita is expected to wear at least semi-formal, if not, formal wear. This includes dress shirts and dress pants and regularly, he cannot get away with anything lesser when company is over unless he is returning from work. During his downtime, Mashita prefers casual wear, finding it more comfortable than the stiff-collared dress shirts his parents force upon him. He will wear anything as long as it can be accompanied with a nice pair of jeans. In feline form, Mashita takes on the appearance of a short-furred russet, black and white calico cat. His base colour is white while his pelt is splotched with black and russet colours. Across his back, these colours are most evident with some infiltrating his face, ears and tail. His eyes retain their brilliant green colour. In this form, he is capable of spawning a pair of shimmering golden wings from his back. Similarly, his human form can spawn his golden wings, them growing in size to fit his body and allow for flight. personality
abilities Feline Shifting -- Advanced The ability to shift into a feline form. In approximately 25 seconds, Mashita can shift into the form of a short-haired calico. During his shift, Mashita is completely defenseless. When he is in feline form, Mashita’s senses are increased and he gains the reflexes of a cat. However, he is unable to grab anything unless it is in his mouth. Frequently, Mashita will use this ability to flee from danger or to assist in finding additional help should he and his coworkers require back up. Severe injuries will result in Mashita shifting back into human form and being unable to shift for a few weeks. Enhanced Speed -- Advanced Sand Manipulation -- Mastered The ability to manipulate sand, allowing the user to move it without hesitation. As a sphinx, Mashita is capable of manipulating sand, creating hardened shields, sandstorms or harsh swipes to accomplish damage. Occasionally, should the ground be sandy, Mashita will shift the grounds to get the other individual stuck. Oftentimes, Mashita cares a small back of sand at his waste to use as an offense should he require it. To begin manipulating, Mashita requires a source of sand, however, from that Mashita can create more sand to proceed his manipulation. Alas, multiplying it drains Mashita’s energy quicker, lowering the amount he has available for attacking his opponents. Wing Manifestation -- Advanced The ability to manifest wings, allowing the user to fly or protect themself with them. From Mashita’s back he can spawn a pair of gorgeous golden wings that shimmer in the light. They are large, even being capable of flight with the use of them. He is capable of manifesting his wings with haste, allowing him to take daring risks where he may fall to flee should it be required. He can fly on his wings for long periods of time, however, as he begins to grow exhausted, Mashita risks the possibility of his disappearing. Similarly, if his wings are severely injured he will fall and they will disappear should they become too injured. Healing -- Intermediate The ability to heal people, restoring injuries and knitting together the skin tissue on them. Never has Mashita been particularly capable with his healing. Through his youth, he relied on his young crush, Serestia, for healing. The maximum Mashita is capable of is healing minor wounds and slightly knitting together moderate wounds. Anything severe is beyond his capability, the most Mashita’s healing being capable of is attempting to knit a small portion of the injury to slow the bleeding. This tends to take plenty of energy from Mashita, thus he tends to use it in the aftermath of the battle. backstory Born in the main line of the Ryley Family, expectations weighed on Mashita from the moment he was born from the womb. As somebody on the main line of Ryley’s, a destiny was laid before him. The Ryley Family, a family of sphinxes long intertwined with a clan of Faekin known as Promised of the Hallow (POTH), a family of Faekin. Their destiny was to protect the heir of POTH ensuring their safety through the coming years and trials. Hence, when they gave birth to Mashita, Lorelie and Trenton already knew what would come. Through his infancy, Mashita was primarily cared for by a nanny with his parents visiting occasionally. They were busy people, discussing the future affairs of their precious intertwinement with the Lagers. Besides, with time meant the eventual arrival of the Lagers’ heir. It was a necessity given the evident need to pass on knowledge to the one with exceptional ability of the line. A constant cycle, one precious and believed to be cemented in concrete. A mere 2 years old, Mashita began learning about the individual he would be protecting through the entirety of her life. He remembered how his parents picked him up and carried him over to visit the neighbours. They wanted him aware of his responsibilities as a Ryley. At a youthful age they informed him of his destiny. To this young girl, Mashita Ryley would be her protector, a duty bestowed upon him by birthright and blood. A girl, so young and a bundle of light and a boy, tasked with defending her forevermore. The startings of perhaps a powerful friendship or something more. A fate forged into their bones, more powerful than the rules that kept them parted. A link beyond explanation, a phenomena linking them together through a powerful magic unknown to their family. There was a destiny, forbidden, but too sweet to resist. At the youthful age of 8, the Ryley’s began teaching Mashita how to fight through games and simple classes. Wooden swords and other play-type games littered Mashita’s life as he learned his duties. In the meantime, his parents allowed their child to become acquainted with the eldest child of the Lager family, Serestia. The Ryleys and the Lagers believed there would be no harm so long as the rules were made clear. There would be no romantic feelings, merely practice for the upcoming future. Their expectations were believed simple, a fixation on a business relationship brought on by the requirements in POTH’s ever crucial culture. Yet, from a young age, Mashita understood he broke the rules, at least, with the saccharine definition of puppy love. He knew the ramifications, yet, those feelings stuck through the years as he grew. When he became 12, Serestia became somewhat of a high school crush. Their hasty friendship through their youth made Mashita acquainted with the adorable, young girl. He was a lovestruck young boy watching her and enjoying his time with Serestia. Alas, his duties were placed elsewhere... As a bodyguard, Mashita was trained religiously to protect her and in addition, drilled on the rules of his service. He was a meagre guard, unimportant and somebody expected to stand beside her rather than with her. The suitors would gain her favours, hand and affection, never him. The toll those haunting thoughts of his expectations left him quiet and saddening during the evenings. Never would he receive the opportunity to be with the person he enjoyed most. A child mourning the loss of opportunity. Pain existed in Mashita’s heart everyday as she stood beside her, protecting her from danger and accomplishing their duties. Nothing, but a guard. Those were his expectations and nothing more. Through the meetings, he stood beside her, through her duties, he stood with watchful eyes. No matter what happened, Mashita played the role of the stoic guard, problemless and designed to worry about his charge. His parents were proud of forging a child capable of taking those duties with the required serious hand. Blissfully unaware, those were his parents in regards to his ever-growing feelings of love towards Serestia. He knew of them, alas, the golden set of rules kept him from speaking a single word. His duty was to protect, never to love and provide endless feelings of care and affection beyond that of a friend and ally. Upon turning 16 and Serestia 14, among the more crucial evenings in POTH’s plans arrived in the form of the gala. He remembered being dressed to match Serestia, the shield to the heir suitors would be vying for. An evening beyond significance and beloved long dreaded and despised by Mashita. Through the flourishing dresses and formal suits, Mashita would witness every attempt of gaining Serestia’s favour, her love and her future hand in marriage. It killed him, emptied his stomach and replaced it with an endless sense of pain. They prepared him for everything, informing him of the suitors who were probable to approach the young Serestia Lager in search of her favour. As they joined the gala together, Mashita played the role of a devoted guard to his client. It was his expectation... yet... he was dying inside. The attempts to amaze her, every moment they flirted in fratinized... He found himself bating breaths until the attempts failed and they went separate ways. The tightness in his chest with every try as his heart squeezed and he refrained from pulling her close and faking boyfriend to back them off. Yet, as the evening entered its climax, the young guard picked up on Serestia’s dampening mood. Perhaps it was foolish, but watching her suffer through the remainder of the night... it caused pain upon his heart. In an attempt to lift Serestia’s spirits, he persuaded her to leave the venue for what was initially supposed to be a short time. Yet, after a pleasant conversation, returning to the swarms of vying suitors and old-fashioned music became unfavourable. He enjoyed every second and every word, but as always, beneath his sleeve his emotions remained hidden. Time passed after the gala where things abruptly changed for the hard-working protector of Lady Serestia, POTH’s heir. The ravishing brunette avoided him, shoving more work onto Mashita’s plate as he searched for her. Concerns covered his heart, eyes flitting as he sought the girl he cared about most. He worried something slipped, his feelings being revealed on sheer accident... Eventually, he discovered her, hastily approaching to confront her about the situation. His duty was to protect her, therefore, he required her location to complete those expectations weighted on his shoulders. Then, shock flowed over Mashita when during his confrontation, Serestia confessed possessing feelings towards him. The mutual wishes of affection and love from one another... It inspired Mashita to return those words, unable to resist, teeth biting into the fruit forbidden by his parents. It felt right. He wanted Serestia by his side and nobody else’s... The sheer notion of dating the young woman, it made him beyond happy. Forbidden, perhaps it made the fruit sweeter or the love thrilling, however, Mashita and Serestia maintained a hidden romance. Behind closed doors they displayed their affection. The pair of starcrossed lovers unable to resist being around one another. The enamoured nature of their relationship was overwhelming with a saccharine passion towards one another. Expectations told them one thing while fate told them otherwise. What was forbidden was the thing needed in Mashita’s life. Through their secret relationship, Mashita loved Serestia wholly, for everything she was and every aspect of her stunning personality and sweetly appearance. He wanted to be around her, basking in her companionship and breathing in the return of her love. Alas, through the month of their love, they knew should they remain in their steads, it would never last forever... Hence the planning began. Enthralled in their relationship, the pair concocted a plan to run away from their previous lives and escape. Despite their youth, they already knew what he craved. He desired a life with Serestia and nobody else. There were no other methods of receiving the individual he craved to live with, one day marry and raise a family with... Serestia... He wanted her to one day become his wife. The woman of his dreams and the one he loved most was Serestia. Nobody else could enter his mind, daring not to flutter close to the woman who was pedestaled in his mind. Thus in the evening they left Mashita using the funds he had to assist in their escape from their parents. They were young and happy, unfortunately, their youth perhaps made them unable to hide long-term from their parents. Four weeks of pure bliss and love. It ended in calamity as they were discovered and brought back home. The pair were ushered to the POTH manner, Mashita’s stomach going empty as they entered. Fear stalked his thoughts, a man never scared of facing off against others concerned about the upcoming consequences. As they entered, the disappointment on his parents’ face mingled with anger... it spoke volumes of the torture to arrive. Their relationship between one another became obvious from their actions and behaviours. He remembered pleading, trying to keep the one person he loved most. Yet, the consequences loomed as people closed in... arms grasped around them as he reached for Serestia. Through sheer force they were separated, his voice shouting her name, demanding release, but his parents refused to allow anything else to transpire. The sphinx was dragged home and locked away in his room while his parents planned his future. He hated it... His cousin was called in to take his position, his phone and electronics were taken away, accounts deleted and any possible connections wiped. He received a new phone and was told the new mission he would receive. In order to restore their pride, Mashita would be sent to Europe to train in becoming TRS... He pleaded to stay, inquiring about Serestia, but never receiving an answer. A mere week later, Mashita was packed up and forced to move to Europe... He remembered being taken to the airport, how even the sky cried that horrible day. His parents brought him in, told him to get himself organized and leave for school. He remembered going through the steps, a broken man upset with his choices. The moment he stepped on that plane and allowed it to lift off the ground came Mashita’s biggest regret. Through school he struggled, constantly calling his parents and begging to return home, but they never budged. He remembered the anger, remembered how once his emotions boiled hard enough he punched a wall. The cellphone would be thrown, the anger speeding through his veins refusing to leave. He wanted his girlfriend, he wanted Serestia, the woman he loved. Yet, as months passed, Mashita knew returning home was an impossibility. He went through his TRS training, completing his apprenticeship at age 19. His parents forced him to remain in Europe longer, carrying out his duties. Returning home was not an option, but through every day, Mashita’s heart pined for Serestia. She never left his thoughts, Mashita wishing he could have her return to him... but it was impossible. At age 23, Mashita Ryley was finally granted permission to return. A long absence ended as he packed up and returned on the plane. Through the car ride home, they told him, Serestia was happily married and no longer wanted to see him... and he respected that. Unaware of the truth and his heart hurting heavily. If his beloved no longer wished for his presence, he would stay away, knowing he would fall head over heels all over again. With his return, he continued his work in the TRS, focusing on it to distract him from the pain of no longer having Serestia in his life. misc Mentor: NPC Apprentices: N/a - Likes: Summer, heat, sunbathing, coffee, beach days, swimming, hot tubs, sleeping in, dancing, music, heatwaves, socializing, exercising, protecting others, TRS, home-cooked meals, kids, board games, driving - Dislikes: Cold weather, winter, overly sweet foods, arranged marriage, thick books, rain, poker, hard liquor, gloomy days, ice, long fights, his parents, being controlled, being ignored, gum, gummies - Fears: Serestia getting hurt, freezing to death, being underground, failure, separation - His TRS alias is Sandstorm because of the nature in his sand manipulation. - Due to the strict education his parents implemented, Mashita is capable of speaking French and has learned the differences between French-Canadian and modern day French. - His biggest regret was leaving to go overseas for the TRS education instead of saying no to stay with Serestia. - He adores protecting others. It makes him feel needed. - Mashita is capable of cooking, however, there have been times he has lost track of what he is doing and burnt the food. - At times he can have acute separation anxiety after being forcefully separated from his soulmate when he was 18. He does not voice his concerns, but his body tenses. | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty-one ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS My Who’s Who ☆ FACE CLAIM ENSEMBLE STARS, Madara Mikejima ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. DO NOT STEAL. |
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