Yoi Saito[Complete]

[Yoi Saito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] YOI SAITO SIXTEEN ✖ MALE ✖ BISEXUAL ✖ MUTANT ✖Power/Ability Psionic Blades - An energy that augments the killing power of a blade mostly used for daggers or sword — by flowing Psionic energy into it. The materialized energy is shaped like a blade, cutting up everything it touches. It is also possible to alter the attack range of the weapon by adjusting the amount of energy put into the blade. Seeing through the movements is said to be very difficult. The density of the energy is so high it becomes visible. It not only raises the power of the weapon, but simultaneously turns oneself into a blade as well. The psionic-enhanced blades are strong and sharp enough to cut through solid rock and iron. This ability allows Yoi to create make-shift blades and weapons from his very own Psionic energy. Yoi began to manifest a telekinetic katana composed of raw psionic energy. At its lowest intensity his ability is mostly used to create a which katana functions much like his psychic blades once did, short-circuiting the victim's nervous system on impact. At its highest level, the katana can slice through almost any physical matter. Yoi's control over the katana is such that he can slice an armored opponent and cut through the armor, but only leave his opponent stunned or unconscious. ✖ Personality Yoi is easily incited and receives the nickname, "Cro-Kun" He is often quarreling nonstop with his friends over his dirty jokes whenever he is in class, to which his friends quickly ends. Nonetheless, Yoi has a strong sense of his duty, though easily dismissed by his perverted mentality. He can be emotional over deeply felt situations, and is seen when he thinks about the man that took him and turned him from nothing to something. He admits to never having any association with the mutant world and the problems that they face today.. ✖ History Yoi grew up on the moderate streets of eastern Europe. He was born and raised in that a beautiful city yet he was always surrounded by the the harsh promise of life. A simple childhood barely out of poverty at times. A less then modest life style but yet it always clung to despair like a shroud nonetheless. He developed at a early age a want and desire for all he didn't have or could obtain. A beggars wants for more after growing up with nothing of his own and never eating anything more then meager meals of rice and herbs. His name carried little weight in ways of title or stance since his family was nothing more than a penny away from being homeless. His father died when he was just a pup and the mother was only a simple seamstress who did modest repairs for those in the city. A modest but low paying job. However she didn't survive long until the harsh environment took her along with despair for a fallen love. The strain on a single frail women from loss and raising the young boy just proved too much for her. Orphaned at eight, pick pocketing and thieving at eight and a half. He developed a quick hand a keen mind for getting what he wanted at a young age. He had little time to mourn all life had taken from him. His way of living up to what his parents wanted was to make his way towards the good life and get what he wanted. He'd not live like a beggar. People didn't take kindly too thieves even young ones. The boy took his licks for his crimes many times and grew in skill and began learning to fight when backed to a corner. It was when he picked a different type of target that he found a different chance at making living when things changed for him. He lifted a small package off one of the travelers that happened to be visiting the city at the time and tried to escape with the valuable looking trinket. The man caught up to him rather easily. But not before noticing how the child moved between side streets ducking and weaving throughout obstacles and buildings to try and elude him. When cornered even trying to combat the traveler. Showing little skill above street level combat but still impressive for one so young and no training. To avoid criminal punishment he was given a chance to rebuke for the sins by becoming a simple apprentice to the man. Yoi took the offer and as the years passed he became different. A more approachable person with a slick smile and not clinging to depression and stealing ever since the years that followed with becoming the apprentice of the older man. He grew and grew more and more as the years passed. His mentor taught him much from baking to even crafting blades at the local smithy they owned. When he reached the age of 13 and upon that day his life changed. His body began to morph in profound ways much like puberty entails on a mental scale his mind began to change and his body felt empowered by his thoughts and feelings. As the days followed he found himself in a meadow he usually went to think to himself, but fate had other things in store for him. He found himself thinking and before long he found himself covered in energy at himself and as the energy field around himself faded as he became rigged with surprise. He went back everyday and re-created the energy field and after days maybe even weeks he began master the field making it a tangible technique. He continued his study on his abilities by the years by going into the study of Psionic energy which later led to the discovery of his ability to create make-shift blades out of his energy and even enhancing the blade of real blade with his energy. Years passed and the boy reached the age of 16 and one day while returning home he found out his master had died of fatal car accident and depression began to shroud him in more ways than not and it took him to a time when his mother died. He promised himself that following day to never weep or worry and picked himself up and hardened himself for the 'real world.' It has only been a year and upon his discovery his master left everything to Yoi. His Bakery and a lump sum of money if the young lad continued school and was never arrested. Yoi has thus far continued now in high school.. ✖ Example The snow dripping down against his coat and the wind brushing against his body Yoi keep calm and content seeing as has lived on these mountains for many years the cold weather was nothing to him it barely phased him seeing as living in the land he called home meant waking up to a blistering cold holiday everyday.A smooth and cunning smile formed along his lips as he took a swig of alcohol from his small satchel he kept on his side. He exhaled lightly into the air his breath escaping and forming a clear haze in the cold air. One of the many other things he keep content in his satchel was a pack of cigarettes he pulled out whenever his inch to smoke came to fruition. He placed the single cigarette against his parched lips and traveled forward from the southern cliff-sides from the distance he could see the opening in the mountain which led towards the bandit encampment. The only question on his mind was, "Why did I take this mission?" was it caused by boredom, a fancy mission outside of teaching, or simple lust for blood and gore like the times of his young and rebellious days when he was a Chunin. He sighed his breath escaping into the cold and yet distilled air only minutes passing before he reached one of the many openings to the caves and walked inside. His first reaction was soothing as he walked maybe a couple of minutes into the cave and already the temperature inside was more suiting than that of the freezing weather outside on the darker side though he thought to himself how dark and damp the caverns were. He reached into his pocket and took out a small lighter and lit it using the light as a visual component. He turned right and then left at a small bank and then right again and keep straight before long he felt at ease with saying, "Shit I'm fucking lost.." His lighter went out for a brief moment and Yoi continued to walk forward and even though without his light he couldn't see he trusted his vision even though moments later he found himself slipping over a crack and tripping into a nearby hole which sent him down into a tunneling system. He soon fell out of the hole onto a dank puddle and slowly began to stand up, "Dammit.."he whispered as he stood up and dusting himself off. In the corner of his eye a light breached the surface of the cave and Yoi quickly reacted by reaching onto his back and grasping his blade, 'Heaven' and raising it directly in front of him and watched as the light captured his body and before long his eyes scanned the woman etching into vision he noticed the large blade on her back, the torch, and her body figure. No matter how much of perv he usually was he looked into the woman's eyes and he could see something cold like staring into a abyss or even that of a serpent. Whatever she was none the less she could be a bandit and he would alert the others if she managed to escape from Yoi, "A pleasure to meet you, but I must ask you ask you a question?" In his mind the ninja way was always to conceal yourself to your foe, but in this case he was only properly set on gaining the head of the woman to add to his illustrious death count he had already begun on his days of a young Genin. The words trickled from his tongue a hint of comedic irony etched from his cocky tone, "Has anyone told your legs look amazing in this damp cave? Yoi [The Black Crow].

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