Fuuma Kotarou

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ooc:
name/handle: Niyx
contact: crossnoire at gmail
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Ref: leif?

character:
character name: Fuuma Kotarou
info:
canon: Donten ni Warau
please put any major/most important points in bullet points

• younger twin of Fuuma Kotarou (aka Kinjou Shirasu)


• ninja!


• 110% loyal, dedicated, devoted, and yan for his twin


• imprisoned for 10 years for killing ... a whole lot of people


• burn scars and masks

So once upon a time the Fuuma clan of ninjas had a little problem. Their heir was twins. Instead of naming one the heir over the other, the clan elders decided to give them both the same name, raise them to be rivals, and the stronger would prevail, and presumably kill the other, and they would have a kick ass leader.

They forgot to take into account the levels of brocon the twins would develop.

The twins were raised to be ninjas -- highly skilled at stealth, disguise, manipulation, and murder. They were also raised to be fiercely loyal to the clan, and they worked together and supported each other as the heads of the clan. They believed that they had a solution to their clan's decline in the rapidly modernizing world. This plan lead to a whole lot of murder going on and the younger twin ending up inside a high security prison, while the elder twin infiltrated the Kumou family and integrated his life with theirs as Shirasu.

For 10 years, Kotarou lived in the prison, predominantly staying in a solitary confinement cell under heavy chains. He kept a mask which he wore constantly, most likely to cover his resemblance to Shirasu but partially to hide burn scars. (It is unclear where or how he received the scarring.) While he was held in his cell, prisoners were brought to him for brainwashing essentially. After 10 years, he essentially ran the prison from in there. He was not completely cut off from his brother or the outside world as intended though. His brother was able to slip into the prison to visit him or use birds to pass messages to him on a regular basis.

Kotarou is largely self-contained though almost flippant in regards to the murders he committed in the past. He has a temper and little tolerance for disrespect. He will put up with a lot though if his brother asks him. While they share the title of Head of Fuuma, Kotarou primarily acts in a supporting role to his elder brother. Even beyond disrespect to himself, he does not tolerate any threat or action against his brother. He will and eventually does sacrifice everything to protect his brother and further the cause of the clan.

objective:

Learn to Like Others -- Basically, he does not. The only focus in his world is his twin. The point of this is for him to let others worm their way into his life as Shirasu allowed the Kumo brothers. This will actually be one of the most difficult to accomplish objectives. High emotional rewards. (He'll probably hate that.)

sample:

Quiet.

In the dead of night. On this prison island. It is quiet. Never completely silent. There are too many people. Too many lives in misery. But it is never louder than quiet.

Especially when he's alone.

Heavy chains clink softly as he shifts, just enough to lift his head. Leaning it back against the wall beside the barred window. From here, he can see the deep, rolling clouds obscuring the moon in the night sky. His breath is warm and moist caught by the mask he never removes. Caught and trapped against his face. It makes the softest of noises. It's oppressive. He will never complain.

Staring into the night, he wonders about a shrine. He wonders about the children growing up there under watchful eyes. He misses those eyes. He misses that face. The touch. The voice. It is so like his own, but so different. At least to him. So much greater. At least to him. He wonders what they are doing now. Do they sleep? Did they laugh and eat and rough-house together? Do they know the quiet of the night? Does it disturb their sleep? Do they know how fortunate they are to have him near them?

He is not lonely, except for the one who watches over them. The prisoners here, the guards, they are tools to be used. He does not need their company. They are not important to him except for how they will be employed later.

He blinks suddenly and realizes he hasn't in minutes. The sky comes back into focus and he studies it anew. He does not fool himself than anyone in the shrine watches it as he does. He hopes. It's a small connection. But he does not believe it.

The chains clink again. Cloth rustles and boards creak beneath him as he shifts, looking away from the outside. Staring out will not bring them closer, and there are ways for the watcher to reach him if he needs him. There are better things to do than wait. He closes his eyes, relaxing against the wall. He doesn't dream. He barely sleeps, but he imagines that he is not alone there. That there is another sitting beside him, guarding over him while he rests. It is a paltry defense in this dangerous place, but it lets his mind ease enough to rest, to recover.

The prison is quiet, and he listens to his breathing until even his mind becomes a deep, murmuring quiet in the night.