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Karasu Application Part II

[silver_foxglove]

Biggest Fear: Being alone and forgotten. Karasu is not afraid of death or dying, or seeing others die. But being alone, left with nothing save himself...forgotten. It terrifies him. True love could be added, because it simply baffles him. Fire that he can't control or manipulate as a bomb, the kind that would burn him regardless of what he is. Being caged, or kept from doing what he wishes, these things scare him as well.

Powers: Karasu's powers involve explosions. He can manipulate the air about himself, creating painful, violent explosions of varying degrees of damage from a precise wound on the body to blowing out a portion of a stadium in anger. His youkai, or demonic power is a part of his body (so to speak), an addition, and he uses it to form several well-crafted and named explosions.

The deleterious bomb looks like sticks of greyish dynamite welded together with a skull and tiny clock. There is also the mad bomb that attaches itself to a victim (by way of chaining them to the ground, normally by an ankle ball and chain) and laughs, giving an ill-humored quote ("Time to say, bombs away!") before promptly exploding. Karasu can also turn himself into a living breathing bomb shed, performing an attack that is capable of blowing up part of a large stadium.

But Karasu's favorite would be the Trace eyes. Small, organic bat-winged abominations that will follow their targeted victim until they explode, the eye itself capable of seeing it's intended victim.

During periods of high energy (such as when he uses more youki than normal for an attack) his hair turns blonde.

Karasu Application Part III

[silver_foxglove]

SAMPLES:
Third Person: There were no bodies...

Karasu awoke with a start, unfolding his lanky form quickly from the ball it had been in, sitting up on the bed. For a moment, he simply stared at his surroundings with those cold lilac eyes. Nothing was the same. This was not the tournament grounds! It smelled nothing like the medical unit, and Karasu knew better than to think he had lost the battle. After all, he would have been dead. Kurama would not have shown mercy...knowing Karasu certainly wouldn't have given him any in return.

But...still. There were no thunderous cries of the battle-thirsty public, not even to be heard distantly to sensitive ears...nothing to remind the blackbird of the tournament where he had been just moments ago. Or where he had thought he was...Had it been a dream?

"Kurama..." he purred in a husky, low tone, the words etched into his brain, bringing forth a crimson vision, dripping in blood, screaming in pain. It comforted him in that instant. Perhaps somehow this could all be explained rationally. Perhaps. Carefully though, Karasu rose from the bed, senses on high alert, poised ready for an attack or a defense at the slightest motion from anything. This was all wrong. None of it made sense to him. His clothing was in the wardrobe and he clasped the small metal mask, dragging it close, nuzzling it in a rare gesture of affection. His mask...it was safe. For his own comfort, he silently wound the straps back through that long black hair, neatly buckling them at the back of his head, sighing only once it was secured and the lower half of his face was once more obscured.

Now, with that important task completed, the demon blackbird prowled the room more comfortably, taking stock of his surroundings. No...this was certainly not the medical ward of the tournament. The blood was old, and a vauge, rotting sense of fear enveloped the air. His eyes dropped to the roll of red tape on the edge of the bed and curious, he wandered closer to lift it up. It was new, perhaps the newest thing in the apartment besides himself...

Wherever he was...and however he had gotten here, did not matter at the moment. Why was the question that concerned him more, and what might lay in store.

First Person: My my my...

Should I consider it a luxury that I seem to have cheated death...? Or should I feel uneasy about being abducted at that precise moment to some other....place and left alone...? Heh. I think my only regret is that that I had to leave that beautiful creature behind.

A nasty case of remorse over unfinished business, I suppose.

I must say though, the timing was both convienent and...needed, but it really is a pity that whomever drew me here couldn't stay long enough to allow me an explanation.

So....can someone be...so kind...as to elaborate on where I have ended up? I can't be the only one, if I have this ingenious little device to keep contact with. I'd be...ever so grateful for any assistance.

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