Trance Form

Byond Key: King Destroyer

IC Name: Chysanthos

IC Age: 24

Race: Demi-God

Skill Applying For: Trance Form

Dev 1: Returning Memories
Chysanthos started to punch the bag.

Chysanthos tried to think about the past while throwing punches at the bag. It was stiff punches that allowed the man to focus on the bag. The sound of the stiff shots landing while the man continued to dance around the side. He would move to the side throwing punches against the bag.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Chysanthos was continuing to move while his mind started to get consumed by his memories. He would start to envision himself in a room. Chysanthos was not understanding where he was, but he burst out into a hallway covered in scars. He saw guards and prepared to take them down.

"Where am I?" He thought to himself.

The memory continued to play out. He was witnessing himself through the eyes of an older him. Chysanthos would use the walls as springs leaping to swing hard enough to knock off the heads. Slicing through their stomachs, using their weapons to cut through their body. His arms were strong enough to mitigate damage from blunt weapons. His rage completely allows him to take the damage getting bruises from the weapons. The strikes were removed from being deadly but build-up would cause pain to his body.

Chysanthos continued his way through the building finally making it to the outside. Bodies and their parts were strewn all around as Chysanthos made his exit dropping a random sword from his mouth. Using his lips to hold the key so he could open the door, Chysanthos burst out seeing his Father who abused him as a test. Softly, the male turned to the creature and would let out a sigh.

"My beautiful Chysanthos. Surprising, you still have this much fight? This is why you are my son, come, see if you can beat me."

Chysanthos let out a roar before charging towards his father, his wrist by his side because Chysanthos's body could not lift them to punch from the previous damage they had. His feet immediately dug into the dirt as his body spun. The right leg of Chysanthos came like an overhead from the body of Chysanthos. It was powerful enough to knock his father's guard downward. The male quickly backpedaled while Chysanthos continued to throw kicks.

These kicks were furious and were still not enough, his father would grab one of the legs of Chysanthos. The male swept Chysanthos's leg before falling in with a flying punch. Chysanthos let out a loud gasp before his arms went around his father's neck. Conjuring power in a primal scream of rage, he forced his damaged arms to squeeze down on his neck in his grip.

His father would pull back slamming his fist into the side of Chysanthos with laughs escaping his mouth. This forced Chysanthos to release the grip with his dad immediately getting up. He flipped his son to his stomach before kicking him in the side across the concrete. Chysanthos got up slowly with blood dripping from his mouth, his dad gave him no true time to recover.

He immediately got in his face starting to throw rights and lefts into the face of his son. He was going to beat the anger out of his son. Chysanthos would be going backward with each strike while his father laughed. The purple light leaves the eyes of the male with the mind of the boy going blank.

"You could probably stick up with me in a fight if you let go of those weak emotions your mother gave you. Do you think love makes you human? Do you think this world cares? We are meant to be more than human, if you became like you were supposed to be then you would not be weak like your mother! The reason I killed her so easily, I shall ruin what we had so I can forget her too! I will no longer be soft on you boy!"

The Demi-God continued punching until a purple aura flashed around Chysanthos as his eyes lit up. The words echoed through his head as he dodged one of the punches leaning to the left. His foot came up slamming into the side of his father's face wrapping around his arm. His head immediately rose slamming into the back of his head into his dad's on the other side. The offspring of a God turned, sweeping the leg of his father, floating him in the air for a moment as he turned, throwing a thrust kick into his father's face. It spun him from the boy while he started to stalk him. His guards immediately caught the male knowing that the group was about to fight. His father put his hand up wiping blood from his mouth starting to chuckle slightly again.

"No, we leave. He lives for a bit longer showing off he can have that edge. Even if it is through means of something so weak as love. Let's go, summon us out."

Chysanthos woke up putting more furious punches on the bag while coming back. He started to wake up from the dream that he was locked in. He would fall to the ground while gripping his fist in his hand. Chysanthos would hold on to the bag before standing up letting out a roar and head-butting the bag.

Chysanthos would remember a part of why he was angry with his father. His dad was a monster and he killed his mom; Chysanthos wanted to know why the man let him do it. Why did he steal his kill and stop him from getting revenge on his mom?

Chysanthos continued punching until the white of his knuckles started to be exposed. A roar was let out while he tried to punch the bag harder and harder.

"I NEED ANSWERS! I Need to talk to Gil! This motherfucker will answer for the sins of his Father for killing my Father! I will be a beast to the Shinzu and they will understand. I will continue to hate them all. For you..."

Punching the bag one more time, he would slowly let his hand fall with a sigh.

"Mom...."


Dev 2: Fixing the Mistakes
Chysanthos moved to the side throwing punches against the bag.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Chysanthos was continuing to throw punches while allowing his mind to once more consume itself in the memories. His memories started to replay over his head again while his eyes were shut tight. Chysanthos allowed viewing from the outside to piece together the small memories he had.

Fist striking the post while the rain fell on the small boy while he continued to punch the post. The boy was furiously striking the wooden log with hard thwacks echoing away from him. Mud splooshing around as someone was coming closer to the boy while he was attacking the log. A powerful and large hand encompassing the whole shoulder of the boy touched the small lad. His punches continued when the hand gripped just a bit hard until the boy looked over his shoulder.

Tears streamed down his face while he punched the log which was bloodied from the constant strikes on it. He pulled his hands away from the log, looking at his fist before letting out a sniffle. The small boy was a mess with his frail arms shaking from the pain. The only thing carrying him forward was the rage felt while the male grabbed his fist, kneeling to him. He smiled at the boy before moving his hand up to his cheek, then his head ruffling his hair. He muttered only a few words to him.

"It is okay, Chysanthos. We will not let the humans bully you anymore." He sniffled, and the male stood up over the boy pulling Chysanthos.

The male was not going to make him better, and the boy was brought into the home. The male looked down at Chysanthos.

"Change out of those clothes; you will get sick, then when you are done meet me in the dojo." Chysanthos nodded, watching the male walk away before changing out of the clothing.

The boy would start to walk away from the laundry room and throw the wet clothing in a pile getting something fresh. He looked down at his hands that no longer dripped blood though they were now tinted red. Chysanthos examined the stained flesh and winced when trying to open the hands fully moving them slowly back to a semi-closed fist. The tears made his skin paler on those parts with his hair still matted down from being in the rain. Chysanthos seemed to be completely drained of emotion and found his adoptive dad in the dojo.

He slid the panel opens looking at his adoptive father with his little tattooed skin inked on his skin. They were underdeveloped and not as long as they should have been for his age. Nothing made him look like he was a monster that did not belong in the world of humans. It wasn't good enough to send him from his actual home to be contracted to a human where they lived in these areas to get a good life so he did not grow up like his true dad. His adoptive father looked at him slowly waving him in.

"Join me, my son's guardian. The sweet, Chysanthos." He watches while Chysanthos moves in closer to him letting him get in front kneeling like his dad was.

Chysanthos was towered over by his dad even while they both kneeled. Chysanthos was a measly four feet, the Shinzu mother was the smaller one. She was only five feet. He did not have that height yet, but his mother, if she was still around, would have probably beaten him while fixing his wounds. His father grabbed his hand holding them both out while he moved to grab some medicine for his hands.

"I know they upset you Chysanthos, but you have to let it work out. They found out you were not human or well, a human with a weird disease. Endure it for a bit longer my son, soon you will understand everything."

The two spoke as his father placed the medicine in his hands. This made Chysanthos wince, flinching at the burning and stinging sensation from the healing medicine. His dad did not have magic like his mother, but she did teach him how to make a decent position. Chysanthos's adoptive father continued to apply despite his son's initial pain and feelings at the medicine.

"You cannot use your power on them or they will know you are not what you act as. Please for me and your friend continue to keep your sanity even in such an insane situation. Your chakra has grown so much! I am proud to have brought you in."

His adoptive father started to bandage his hands while the boy just nodded softly. He slowly stood up bowing to his adoptive dad, the man smiled slowly and got up repeating the action.

"How about your favorite tonight? Go practice your techniques and do your academy homework while I cook, and clean up then the food should be ready for everyone. Tonight, how about you work on the forbidden scrolls? You can summon your power through your seals."

The boy's eyes lit up while looking at his adoptive father. He started to close his eyes with lightning striking in the distance.

"No, no, no not yet!" The man said grabbing him.

The hands wrapped up as he started to speak on Chakra, not the Mantra that he was speaking on. The tattoos on his body, he did not have that on him right now. The flaring in his eyes was something that he had to use. The tattoos that had started glowing, all felt foreign to the man.