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Shibo Mieru
Meaning of Shibo:
Death; Hope; Wish
☠ Nicknames; Shi or Shishi.
☠ Gender; Male
☠ Birthdate; December 30th, 1986
☠ Age; 24
☠ Birthplace; Los Angeles, California
☠ Current Location; Washington, DC
☠ Horoscope; Capricorn
☠ Zodiac; Tiger
☠ Bloodtype; AB
☠ Height; 5'4"
☠ Weight; 126LBs
☠ Eyes; Black
☠ Hair; Varies
☠ Voice; Smokey and Low
☠ Piercings; Ears, Bridge, Tongue, Lips, Eyebrow
☠ Tattoos; None
☠ Sexuality; Pansexual; not seeking
☠ Relationship; Not seeking
☠ Drinks; Bordering frequent
☠ Smokes; Frequent
☠ Drugs; Occasional
☠ Pets;
- Two identical Coonhounds named Dato and Saisei.
- One snake named Yurei.
☠ Occupation;
- Reader / "Psychic"
- Make-up Artist
- Piercer
- Painter
- Sculpture
- Other various Arts
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visage. |
His physical form as it is now befits the depictions of the horror he once was. Pale skin and full black eyes. Various splashes of color in make-up decorate his face in a fashion sometimes considered unique and sometimes considered fearsome; yet another trait handed down from his body so long ago. Many piercings have threaded their way through the flesh as well; nose (bridge), eyebrow, tongue, lips, ears, and so on. His clothing style is always something quite unique. Somehow when patterns clash on this man, it works out. It's rare to see much skin on him as well. He dressed fully. Strangely, but almost always covered head to toe.
Shibo is not tall; five foot four to be exact. His body type is a little stout for his height but he's not what you'd call large. His hair sometimes changes with the day depending on how he feels he wants to look; it can go from an array of colors including black, red, and blond, to mainly blond, to full black, with different styles incorporating dreadlocks, braids, spikes, and so on. Needless to say, he really sticks out in a crowd.
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☠ LIKES; Graveyards, stone, vines, snakes, spiders, gardens, cast iron, colors, people watching, anything macabre (usually), death, diseases, blood, emotions, rationality, cats, make-up, piercings, fire, coffee and coffee products, shopping, creativity.
☠ dislikes; The rain, dishonest people, injustice, ignorance, prejudice, corn, pork, disorganization, mess.
☠ Further in depth; Shibo comes off as a very aloof person almost all the time. He's the type that looms in the shadows. He is very much in his own world but he is always watching, watching everything, learning and soaking up what is happening. He seems to be curious in nature but not driven to quench any thirst for knowledge. He usually goes with the flow, walks where the wind takes him, see's what his eyes allow him, and acts how he finds appropriate. He is an incredibly honest person. If you want his opinion he will give you absolutely nothing but his opinion. Shibo can also be very witty and sarcastic. He might seem cold but he definitely has heart, it's just a little more difficult to see.
Due to his upbringing, when he was younger he had a very deep seeded hatred that is still dormant within him. A bitterness, a cynicism that often masks itself as being realistic. He doesn't lash out very often (although you'll want to back away when you piss him off) but he remembers things and sometimes people, well, have accidents or misfortunes. Although he is far more calm and content with things now he still feels as if this 'gift' he was given is unfair. However, his sorrows and hatred often comes out more in his art.
Shibo has difficulty becoming close with someone. He isn't fond of physical contact and he's a little socially awkward. He often doesn't understand how to start or carry on what most people would find a natural and normal conversation regardless of how intelligent or well spoken he can be. This is primarily the reason behind why he takes the roll of the watcher.
☠ Strengths; He has a high endurance and tolerance to most things; people, frustrating situations, substances, pain, and so on. He's very creative which comes in handy when he's in a situation and needs a little innovation to get things done. Unsurprisingly, Shibo isn't squeemish. He is fascinated by death (most of the time) and has no problem being around illness or death. He can usually tell what someone died from and mostly just on his own without any 'powers' to guide him.
☠ Weaknesses; His upbringing has left him a little detached from people. He's almost afraid of getting close to someone. He doesn't like contact; it makes him nervous. Almost contrast to what people think he is because of his looks, you could almost call him shy sometimes. Ability weaknesses are in with his abilities.
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mortal. |
Shibo has no memories any younger than five or six. Every now and then he might recall small things. Deja vu. However for the most part his entire younger years are somewhere else. The reason: trauma.
He was born to a young couple in Los Angeles; December 30th, 1986 one minute passed the Zero hour. The birth was painful and extensive and when he first opened his eyes, they were black. Completely black. His father, heavily religious, immediately believed he was demonic although the doctors tried to reason in saying it was just a defect, an oddity, nothing supernatural. Unfortunately they were wrong and his father was simply not convinced. Unwilling to raise a child of evil, he tried to kill it as soon as it was returned home with the mother. Instead, in a split second change, the father ended up turning the gun upon himself. Fearful, the mother raised it with the belief that her husband was right; he was demonic and it was the child who made her husband take his own life. Perhaps if she was good to it, tolerant to it's evil, she would be rewarded for the tests that it would bring. She became paranoid and obsessed with the idea though and her paranoia eventually grew worse. She too took her own life by the time Shibo was three. Then, he was placed up for adoption.
Death and 'bad luck' followed him along like a shadow. Regardless of where he went the people who took after him became fearful, developed illnesses, or on the other side were caught in acts of crime or had 'Karma' suddenly come back to them and often for the worst. He was 'cursed', they said. As he grew older and more conscious of himself, he also began to believe it.
People made fun of him because he was 'strange'. He liked 'strange things'. He dressed 'strangely'. He wore make-up. Rumors spread from mouth to mouth. He was a killer, he was a rapist, he was a rat, he was a monster, he wasn't even human, he was this and he was that and as he got older he noticed that not only were people around him dying but he knew when they were going to die. He knew that Sarah's father was a cocaine addict and he was going to get busted at 5AM with his 'friend' Sheila. He knew that Mrs. Stonebrooke was going to receive a phone call when she returned home stating that her grandmother had passed away; her grandmother had passed away in her sleep just an hour ago. He knew that the girl in the back of his math class had stolen from Guess in the mall and was going to do it again. He didn't know why he knew these things or how. All he had to do was look at them and slowly things would come together in his mind. Sometimes they'd come uncontrollably all at once, too.
Shibo was seventeen when he fled; dropping school and moving away. He traveled town to town but found his poor luck followed him everywhere; people misunderstood him; hated him; feared him. He caught attention of the wrong people but never took up the offers to join their ranks. Instead, he did grunt work for minimal pay just to survive and move on to the next town. He landed in Washington DC by the time he was nineteen and came across a woman who 'saw him'. Palm-reader and psychic, said the signs. She claimed to be a witch. A woman who didn't fear him; didn't look down at him; and a woman who he couldn't read at all. She took him in, taught him how to better use his 'gift', taught him how to concern himself with himself, be good to himself, and overall be a wholesome person. She made him feel a little less alone in a world with little tolerance to different. A true mother-like figure who also seemed to have some kind of ability 'normal' humans should not have.
They now share a home. She works on the first floor and he works out of her basement as a reader who specializes in uncovering truths and the more macabre questions. People go to him to see how much time they have left, whether their mother will make it out of surgery, if their boyfriend cheating on them, does their son smoke pot, and so on. He is also an artist in various mediums including make-up, piercings, paintings, sculptures, and costumes.
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god. |
☠ NAME(S); Yama (Enma, Yan Wang, Yanluo, Yama Rājā, Yomra, Yemma, Yanluowang, Shinje, Yan, Yeomla Daewang and so on )
☠ Pantheon; Buddhism / Hinduism (Taking more toward Buddhism)
☠ Info; Yama is an ancient diety found in many different religions; mainly Buddhism and Hinduism. He is often comparable to the Greek God Hades. Different scriptures describe his appearance in many different forms but he was always large and often quite fearsome looking.
Yama has been around since time itself or so it is to be assumed. He is known as a primary mover of Samsara which is the constant movement between life and death. When a soul dies, it goes through him. He is the first Ancestor; Some scriptures say he was the first soul to ever experience death and therefore became death itself and ruler of it. However this would be assuming mankind itself is a lot older than we understand it to be. He is the ruler of the Underworld but unlike the Judeo-Christian icon of Hell, Lucifer, Yama is both and neither good or evil. Yama not only decides whether a soul goes to the heavens or to one of the hells he presides over but he also analyzes the character of a soul that passes through him and decides whether it is necessary for it to be reborn and what it should be reborn as.
Yama has a sister, Yami. However their relationship has never been too thoroughly explained.
In the Hell's of his pantheon he is the judge who decides what happens to who. Who goes up and who goes down. What punishment fits what crime and how long. This state of balance/imbalance is described in some scriptures where Yama is known to both indulge in the goodness of righteousness as well as indulge in the evils. He is also known to send 'warnings' to man on earth through sickness, misfortune, and other things like this.
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breakdown. |
☠ Knowledge; Shibo knows he's different but he has no idea what lays inside of him.
☠ Abilities;
- Sight
Shibo has a unique kind of sight that often lets him determine when someone is going to die and sometimes how it will happen. He also has what could be called a built in lie detector. He can often, by looking at someone, know what they've done and whether they are true or not. Usually this is controllable. Sometimes, however, it is not. When it's not, it's painful.
- Influence
On occasion he can influence what might happen to a person. They can get ill, or get caught doing something, or in very drastic cases they can die. This is completely uncontrollable and is attached to an intense emotion of whatever kind. He is currently trying to learn how to control it with the help of the woman he lives with. It's not really working out well, so far.
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people. |
☠ Mother; Kioku Mieru [dead]
☠ Father; Tomo Mieru [dead]
☠ "Witch"; Ira Kandula; Claims to be very old but looks mid to late twenties; Indian: born in Kulkata, West Bengal, India.
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The old wooden stairs creaked as two bodies began to slowly decline. Shibo had a large name for himself. Well known like every other place he'd ever travelled even though he had stayed here the longest of all. It was thanks to Ira, he could say, that he was here. Then again, she was the only one that didn't treat him with hatred or disgust.
Half of this basement was more for work. Sections were built with Shoji screens. His room where he slept was sectioned off and a laundry area was sectioned off. He shared the house with Ira but he had a small area sectioned off for refreshments. When you came down the wooden stairs, however, the basement area was all to your right and the first open space was where he worked. First a desk where people came to hear their misfortunes and further towards behind the stairs where people came to get metal shoved through their flesh. All items and equipment necessary to do the job professionally was present. There was a black curtain that sectioned that area off for privacy sake.
His hair was filleted all over the place; a neat mess. Figure sat at a table about ten or twelve feet from the last step. When you turned, you turned right toward the two seats, desk, and the man you were looking for. Black, red, black, black, slivers of white. Those were the colors that dressed the man. Feathers stuck from one side of his eyes. Gems lined beneath the smooth almond shape. Gold dusted over his lips. Black extended his lips and designed more around his eyes. A sliver of red snuck within.
Dato and Saisei sat by his feet. Yurei rested fast asleep around his neck. A cigarette laid between his lips. A chilled caballito of rich Don Julio anejo Tequila with a plate beside: mixture of chili powder and cinnamon with thin slices or orange. Multi-ringed fingers pushed the cigarette into his lips as the two women finally stepped down. Whispering commenced.
It's true. He's a little creepy. A little? Shut up, he's never wrong. He can probably hear us. Just go, you moron. The blond pushed the brunette forward and both of them finished up their chatter. Shibo calmly continued to puff away at his cigarette while they seated themselves.
"That thing isn't going to kill me, right?" Vienna, she was named. The brunette.
"No," he said in a warm cloud of smoke.
"How do you know?"
Kim, the blond, knocked a punch into Vienna's arm. "You idiot, he knows everything."
Shibo continued to watch, quiet. No, not everything. Not anywhere close but he did know what they wanted to know and if he continued to delve he would likely know what they don't want to know such as, Kim is going to drink far too much tonight and does not have the money for that kind of hospital bill. Perhaps a symptom of her inability to deal with bad news. Speaking of, the man's attention left his cigarette on the ridge of it's holder (One he enjoyed. Made of bone, a young human skull. A real skull, but who needed to know that detail? ) and to the tequila. Right thumb entered his mouth, pressed into the power and back up to his lips again. A small sip from the class and the slice of orange followed that. Gently sucking down the mixture of flavors.
"Okay well sorry I'm a Skeptic," Vienna sighed. She was here for moral support.
Kim sighed as well. Her head dropped just after eyeballing the glass of liquor. A moment later she inhaled, straightened her posture, and pulled out her wallet. Twenty dollars was placed down on the table. She began, "my father. He's becoming ill.. and, we've been having a lot of trouble lately. He's smart but.. something is different. My mother passed away a few years ago.. I guess you know that."
He paused for a moment to brush the hair our of her face and rub a temple. "Since then... Is he Ill?"
The cigarette came back into his lips but first he answered, "yes."
"What's wrong with him?"
"AIDS."
Her eyes widened and hands pinched her nose. Breathe. Breathe. Vienna shook her head. "You're wasting your money. How do you know this is true. Tell me something about me, then."
Shibo sort of liked Vienna. He stood and gestured for her to lean in. She looked at Kim for a moment who was still trying to accept the news and then looked back at the black eyed man.
"You're eyes, man." She stood up and began to lean in. "They're creepy as fuck. They aren't real, are they? They can't be."
"They are," he placed his cigarette back down.
"Bullshit."
"Try and take the contacts out, then."
She rose a brow. "You'll let me poke you in the eye?"
"Yes."
Her resistance shone as she straightened herself out and went to do just that. Someone educated in the method of putting contacts in and a little shocked that they did not come out.
"Because they're not there," she whispered.
"You'll have to look at them a little longer," Shibo said as his hands fitted to each side of her face. He could almost feel her heart beating a little faster. She felt vulnerable all of a sudden. He could tell.
"You had a little brother, a half brother. You were seven and he was four. He'd run away while you two were playing in the back yard. You ran after him," Shibo shook his head, "but two adults picked him up. You were afraid so you did nothing. You ran back home and panicked. You felt it was your fault so you didn't call the police; you made an excuse. You said that two men came to the door and claimed to be friends of the family and they were bringing him home. He was never found. His mother hated you for it even though your parents defended you but you also hated yourself for it. You still do."
She had tensed up halfway through. Her head shook from side to side a little. "Shit," came as a whisper. "Shit Kim, you were right." She slowly sat back down. She'd never told anyone that.
The man also sat back down. He felt a little light headed now. It took a lot out of him to delve that far in to details. His hand came up to his forehead for a moment and eyes closed. He couldn't always do it but he pushed because.. he was fond of those who questioned and wanted truth and weren't too afraid of it.
"I need more information," Kim had finally gathered herself up. She wasn't even going to start asking Vienna about the story she'd just overheard. "Can you answer a few more questions?"
His hand went from his forehead, eyes opened, and fingers displayed all five. Five more. She caught the message and nodded. Alright. Five more.
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☠ Name; Meek
☠ Email; meekspeak@gmail.com
☠ AiM; Jinshinbaibai
☠ MSN; jinshinbaibai@live.com
☠ Age; 21
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