SAN HA KAMA

[CREATOR ( SH )UDDER]

'the end is near,
[ San Ha Kama ]

~it's the beginning of the end~

full name ,, San Ha Kama
nickname ,, Ogama
gender ,, Gentleman
age ,, four years
species ,, Nikushoku Dobutsu
rank ,, Dominus

~and there are no heroes here~

powers ,, aura sensing && invincibility
weaknesses ,,

( aura sensing )- being able to look into the past of another object or soul definitely has its ups, but it also has its downs. Ogama is quite proficient when he uses his aura sensing, whether or not he uses it with good intentions is up to him entirely. The only drawback that really seems to urk him, is the fact that it can only be used within a five minute span. On certain occasions, which may involve the feelings or even the brutal killing of another five minutes after it happens is something he'd like to leave out. The visualizations that come with it, aren't always pretty.

( invincibility )- something he's always admired about himself, the ability to command your body to become translucent definitely gives you advantages. However, he's always had problems controlling it entirely. On rare occasions, he's had the disturbing frustration of having it turn off when he needs it most. Or accidentally forgetting to hide his scent. Ogama is skilled, but could certainly learn more.

~deep down, you know it's true~

likes ,,

- activity
- exercise
- generally being loud
- deceit
- manipulation
- his weapon
- gaining new skills
- intelligence
- females
- rainy days
- mud
- hunting parties
- complaining
- whining

dislikes ,,

- generally someone like him
- the lower class
- solitude
- some of his own physical features
- lack of intelligence
- other males
- a boring day
- listening to speeches and lectures
- slothfulness
- the upper ranks

fears ,,

- being left alone
- being left behind
- death
- octopus' ( after seeing a picture, it haunted him )

personality ,,

Ogama can be quite disrespectful and even a bit foul mouthed around peers and strangers. He will often give sarcastic remarks when it is completely unnecessary. He usually has no moral restraint when it comes to plain insult and his ability to complain is absolutely ridiculous. He is the ultimate realist, usually quite in tune with objects and experiences. When he enters the presence of a crowd, the lights come on, the music plays and the game begins. Ogama lives in the here and now, he is a blunt risk taker that has no thought process before he attempts something reckless. He's very domineering and is very willing to dive into something and get himself dirty.

When someone important isn't lurking, despite his status he will use a Lord's name as a regular insult, and may or may not regulate his difficulties out on them. Blaming others for his own mistakes is a normal routine, and is usually classified as a defense mechanism he has. Ogama is very persistent and can easily persuade a victim mentally into doing what he wants by sweet talking his way around them. His is often quite arrogant and he will frequently engage in battle without any regard for safety or strategy. He may be continuously ridiculed about his lack of tactical genius but he is also able to analyze someone's strategic skill to the point that he can faintly make out their movements before hand.

He doesn't particularly like it when someone assists him in his battles, but there are certain skills he is able to work flawlessly with. However, he'll only call for certain help when he needs it. Ogama can be quite spiteful when he wishes to be, especially during an argument or a battle he is passionate about. A usual occurrence within his language is the word, 'seriously', you can almost always catch him saying it at the end of a sentence. All summed up, Ogama is perceived as a hot headed jerk who's only goal in life is to purely taunt and ridicule others.

He's a cocky bastard, seriously.

~on the surface, all is well~

eye color ,, a nice magenta hue
markings ,, answered below
appearance ,,

As a common Nikushoku Dobutsu, Ogama thrives when it comes to pure strength. He usually likes to limit himself to only physical attacks since his magic has no use to him when it comes to battle. He's a little on the stubby side, so he tends to carry himself with short quick strides. Ogama stands at about 2.4 feet at the shoulder and is generally around 4.5 feet long. If you looked at him closely, you would notice he isn't overly muscular, even though he does put on his layers of fat he is perceived as fairly toned and weighs around 120 lbs.

His base color is white, but when further examined shades of gray are visibly noticeable. He's fairly fluffy looking, when looked at from afar. Imprinted on his right side, there's an interesting black zig zag that connects from his mouth and ends three quarters down his back. The distortedness of the marking almost looks stitched, especially around the mouth area. As it enters the jaw line it actually becomes his mouth, where three sharp blades protrude from the same side. Although they are hidden amongst a bundle of other long feathered looking blades there are actually only three distinct, actually sharp blades. The others are actually soft to the touch.

These blades are easily retractable and he'll often hide them from public. Although, when in use Ogama can effectively and efficiently wield them around like a three bladed scythe. Not having to worry about dropping them or even damaging them gives him a certain comfort, when one breaks it regrows, after a lengthy period of time of course. The first blade, which is at the very front of his mouth ( under the nose ) is the longest and protrudes outwards the most. The second one, which is slightly to the side more is quite a bit smaller, while the third is the smallest and is farthest to the side.

~but the past rips the curtain off of your lies~

birthplace ,, somewhere in a solitary pack outside of the Kingdom.
mother ,, Iro ( unknown )
father ,, Chikushō ( unknown )
siblings ,, n/a
history ,,

Coming from a litter of an unknown number, Ogama hailed from outside of the Kingdom. Where a promising land was wary with dismay. A continued line of threat from the Kingdom punished the little pack. Rivaling conflicts heated up and eventually the small, insignificant territory was completely obliterated. Leaving only the memories of disaster and the distortion of rotting bodies. Ogama's small body hid under the rubbish, his white fur stained with burn marks from previous fires, in the shape of a zig zag. His mouth distorted and shredded he awaited his death patiently, as well as a young pup could.

There wasn't a lot of memory to hold on to from that fateful number of chaotic days. For Ogama was just barely a baby, and it may have only been pure luck that he was rescued heroically from certain death. He had been adopted by a young brute, who called him insultingly by the name of Nibui Ha or for short, Nibui ( which means dull blade ). The retractable blades were not yet matured, so they were dull and a bit flimsy hence the name Nibui Ha. However, there wasn't much more he could ask for, his adopter was strict and all the while quite lazy, but it also made him rough, resulting in the shielding of emotions all together. He learned the hard way how to hunt and how to wield his weapons self defensively.

At this time, he moved to the Kingdom, where he heard of prosperous ways of living. It was the most civilized way one could spend their days and it seemed appealing. His adopter only spoke to him with harsh grunts as they passed royalty one day, telling him how corrupt it actually was. Under his grumbles he managed to hear the ending sentence of a story, a story that sounded quite familiar to him. It was his own story, and his substitute father was recounting the days when the Kingdom slaughtered and killed many. Ogama didn't truly understand the extent of what he was hearing and eventually it just became a few empty words pushed to the back of his mind.

As weeks prolonged and months passed by, years began to hover of them and his adopter grew wary and old. Ogama was still a young buck, and he had much to learn but the old brute had nothing left. And eventually he laid down to die, a few last words ended in 'San ha kama' which meant, three bladed scythe, referring to the blades Ogama had possessed. The odd shape these blades took, revealed a sort of distorted looking scythe with no handle, since they curved inwards and weren't straight like a sword. Successful when used for beheading. His nick name, Ogama meant Scythe, and he gave himself the name of San ha kama because of how greatful he was to his adopter. He swore to never forget, and he left.

Ogama took up various jobs, making his way up the chain of power. He would always hear glimpses of stories, of how the Kingdom was corrupt and that one day that same incident would happen again. These stories began to strangely tie into other ones, and he began to make a mental theory. His past, the way he got here, they were never revealed to him but it all eventually started to make sense. His ranking power had grown and thus, he was able to ease drop. One brief story in particular caught his attention one day as he listened to an earlier Dominus talk to another peer. It sounded like they were reminiscing. He listened as they sociably talked about the 'good ol' days' whe obliterating smaller alliances was fun. One name brought back old stories about a particular pack his adopter used to tell him about, about how it was destroyed during a horrific conflict. That same pack was his own, and he finally began to realize.

He swore to himself he wouldn't leave the Kingdom, in fact, he would do quite the opposite. After many months, his title of Dominus was declared and he was right up there with the big boys now. His thirst for revenge would never leave him and one day, he would fulfill his only desire.

~who we are doesn't matter anymore~

name ,, shudder
experience ,, for too long.
sample ,,

His straight face curled into a mutual frown, his logic was being contradicted by someone else's way of thinking. This impure entity he was speaking to, was trying to get on his nerves? No, test him? No, no, he doesn't fit the abnoxious profile of another. A sarcastic look, wavering over his neutral expression, only emplying hints of ignorance and bothersome flickers of his ears hitting his skull with annoyance. He only opened his mouth wide enough to lick the top of his nose breifly before continuing to sit quietly. Wrong? he was wrong? How dare such a low standard presume himself worthy enough to speak out and tell him he was wrong.

"Of course not, speaking to nature is obsurd", his vocals rather low and furious in some state. "Nobody is a God, thus we cannot presume anything however, you, being as lonely and in such a sad state as you are," he paused only to flick his orbs to meet the other set of eyes starring back at him, "I myself, presumed that you would feel better if I recalled that everyone was lonely, therefore you would not feel so low of yourself". Indeed, it was quite, or almost obvious that this particular being was suffering from some sortof of emotional crisis, or atleast how Alucard looked at it.

Father? Who was this 'father' he had mentioned so many times during their conversation? Was this grown wolf still pestering himself over his father? Or perhaps his father was dead and he was still obsessed over the fact that he wanted him to be alive. Did this wolf think that he was interested in taking pity upon him because of his father? Alucard did not take pity, only mere interest to someone else's crisis, which can sometimes be mistaken for pity because of the way he presented himself. In truth, Alucard did not care for this wolf's problems, for they were not his own and he had no business rumaging hrough someone else's life, but if he was going to keep mentioning it, there was no other solution but to ask him about it.

His father must have been quite important to him, if he was willing to talk about him with a mere stranger. Especially in such a way that he felt so obligated to obey him, and to please him. As if his father was a God, a pure being that only mattered to himself. What mortal must be so stricken with guilt that they hinder themselves with problems to that of a dead father? Only those of an empty, sorrowful soul could ever indure such pain and like it.

"Why do you feel obligated to please your father, whom you speak of as if they were dead. Or are they dead?" He blinked innocently, as if he ment no harm with that question, but his ears flung forward as the other wolf shrunk themselves to such a level, that they looked like they may have very well just started to cry. Alucard swallowed hard, slightly shifting his body weight akwardly, looking away briefly. He could not comfort this wolf in such a way that he could take a way all of his pain, he couldn't, he just couldn't.

His moment of inner pity for the wolf was a bit overwhelming, he looked so utterly helpless from his position. Yet his words were so stricken with true pain, that only a few would have ever felt the same way he had. Alucard could not say anything, only his eyes could simply stare, enveloping a sortof comfort as he sought out something worth saying to thirteen. Although he did not feel anything for such a situation, he still had the ability to recognize and feel in some way, connected and releaved that he had met someone so painfully stricken with inner sadness.

"My own parents, died too. But I do not shame myself with such self pity that it hurts. You should move on."

yes, maybe it would be better, if both of them, moved on.

(( recycled roleplay sample of 700 words ))

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