OC Profile: Katashi ChishikiName: Katashi Chishiki
Height: Six feet, one inch
Weight/Build/Appearance: Getting on in his years, Katashi is lighter of frame now than he used to be, having a slighter build to him with shoulders that slope a little bit, much unlike when he was younger. He weighs approximately one hundred forty seven pounds with a stomach that, while still having a six pack, is slowly beginning to go a little bit soft. His legs are long and resemble pipes connected together.
Katashi has a dirty, unshaven appearance, having beard stubble on his face and chin and having a sour countenance about his face with his expression set in a grim scowl. His nails, while trimmed, are dirty and chipped, attached to spindly fingers and crooked, hook-like toes, giving him the appearance of a praying mantis, or maybe a vulture.
Facial Features: Katashi has an upside down triangle for a face with a medium sized nose and thin lips. His cheeks are starting to sink into his face a
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The cavern was huge, flooded with light through a fracture in the roof as wide as a man and as long as a boat. Though stalactites were rare in this chamber, the stalagmites rose from the floor with such frequency, few places could be found in the chamber where one could stand solely on what could be called the floor. Steven stood in one such place, staring up at and admiring a great and ancient mural.
The mural showed a great beast towering above the land, standing twice the height of a volcano by it's side. A lava plume from the volcano reached to the creatures neck, above the volcano was a large dark spot, a rupture in the sky? a great cloud? The mass was hard to identify. But from it spewed forth ovals placed like the rays from a sun, and a meteor flew above them across the sky. The great beast stood w
The Epitaph(Emotion)I could barely move, my disbelief stood between my mind and my muscles, but slowly; gently, I placed the phone back on the base. I blinked once before stepping back from the phone and turning on my rear heel. Right foot forward, my legs began to move, though I could not control them. Left foot forward, the muscles shook, and I could not stop it. Every footfall was an age of it's own, a year of my life crunching into the wooden floorboards as I moved to the screen door. My hand came to rest on the handle, looking out at the street outside, before I pushed down and away. The door swung open, and my now steadied legs bore my forth, each step silent to my stunned ears. My Wife and Daughter stood before me, while my little girl played with her friend, her mother blissfully watered the garden.
She was beautiful you know, my wife, as beautiful watering the lawn as the first day I laid eyes on her. As beautiful as the moment she gracefully glided down the carpet toward me, the white fabric tra
The Well(Emotion)Let's call her Jane, Jane Doe will do. She's nothing special I'm sure, just another person walking from place to place. Nothing but part of the backdrop for your life, but what if something happened to her? Would you notice? Are you sure? We shall watch, as Jane goes about her daily life; moving from place to place, doing things that seem to carry the world to her and those around her. And they do, the weight of everything she does is real and has a real impact on the world. Until one day, Jane fell down a well.
She didn't see it coming, that's for certain, but it was always there. Every day she passed through the large empty field, carrying everything she needed to do, until one day the weight of it all was too much and she broke through the thin seal and fell tumbling into the darkness below. The walls of the shaft, wider than she could reach from either side, were lined with bricks filled with mortar and moss. The water at the bottom of the well was deep, perhaps endless? For a mome
Rain(Emotion)In the shadows of the window she could see her own face staring back at her. Sitting on the cushioned bench within the alcove of the window she glared unfocused through the glass and out at the darkness. Her feet curled back that she was almost coiled where she sat staring, her hand pressed against the cold glass, the only thing between her and the thick fog beyond. On the other side of the glass sat trails and droplets of water that flowed down, symbols of the greater rainfall beyond. The woman didn't turn at the sound of the whine behind her, hypnotized by the gentle rush of the cold rain outside. A muzzle lay across her foot, staring out the window with her. The dog's tongue flicked hungrily as it sought what the human was so intently looking at. Something he could not see, because neither could she. It was a thunderous and heavy fall storm that night, you could barely hear yourself speak over the sound of the water crashing down. But people can always hear what they need to, no mat
In another world perhaps...///SNIP///
The sound of fast water was the first thing to Blaise's ears, followed suddenly by a low guttural growl. Finding herself quickly on the grass at the edge of the forest, Blaise saw the man standing at the rocky edge, a few feet above the water's surface. He wore a black and white striped singlet stained with red and green from his rush through the woods, his bandanna and long baggy pants were an identical shade of dark blue, each with white rings that were reminiscent of bubbles. The man held a long thin, curved sword, with an interesting and ornate double wire hand guard. Between Blaise and the man was a small grey canine with black fur across it's back, the Poochyena 'Hunter' stood as tall as Blaise's knees, though it's front end was lowered. The fur on the back of the canine's neck stood straight up, it's mouth was slightly ajar, showing off it's sharp teeth coated and dripping with drool while it snarled menacingly up at the man in blue.
The man looked up from the snarlin
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