Ace Beleren

The Mind Sculptor, the memory adept, Architect of Thought.

Thirty.

Obelisk of Kindness.

M:TG - Jace Beleren

5'11

180

Ace is a very slim man. Standing just under six foot by a single inch. His body is toned, but more stringy than strong, having almost no physical strength to note of. His body is almost completely pale, and anyone close enough can see his veins in his body. He has short, black hair that just about covers the top of his head, going into a series of spikes from the back to the front all varying in length. Each spike is done individually each day, forming it into a straight, clean spike. The sides, and back of his hair are trimmed down into a fade as it reaches it;s end. The outline of his hair is done very well, sharp and clean with no springily hairs sticking up at all.

Ace has a very bright pair of blue eyes as they mostly resemble his reiatsu color. The color is most commonly compared to the sky, soft in hue, but bright all the same. When Ace starts to activate, and actively use his magic, his eyes glow a very bright blue color, covering his pupils entirely in the light. Under his eyes are two long streaks of light blue, these match the color of his eyes, and his reiatsu. These markings, however, are completely different, and are part of a series of rune like markings all over his body. These marks extend down to the right side of his body, twisting and twirling into runic words. They, when translated, spell out 'Magic', 'Illusion', 'mind' And they're all over his torso, and legs. No one is sure as to why Ace has these all over his body, but some suspect that they enhance his own abilities.

Moving onward, Jave has almost no hair covering his body; whether or not this is due to the runes covering his body, or because of genetics is anyone's guess. Besides those few things, Ace doesn't have anything notable or worth while on his physical body, but his clothing is an entire different story.

Ace wears a lot of clothes on his body, probably three layers would be a passerby's guess. Starting with the first layer is a pair of enhanced undergarments. along with a white shirt; these enhanced clothing keep him cool, and tend to keep his body from overheating with the other two layers. The second layer is much more complex, and the majority of what people see. His boots are dark blue, in contrast with his eyes, and markings. The stitching to keep them together is white, and on these clothes are rune like markings. However, unlike the markings on his skin, these rune markings don't have the same glow.

The leggings are a tight, leather like material. These leggings have clearly seen some battle because as you get closer to the thighs you can see some tares in the leather. These pieces are stitched together using some of the finest string. The leggings, like the boots are covered in rune markings. Moving upward, around Ace's waist is a badge like object. This badge has a single rune marking on it, but it has been completely eroded to the point of it being unreadable.Attached to the badge are two belt like straps. These strps hold a drape like material in the front and back of Ace in between his legs.

Once more ascending up his body, we get to Ace's torso. This is a very padded like material, and can be compared to a police officers ballistic vest. However, to keep that from the public eye, Ace has had it stitched and then covered again with a blue cloth. It covers the entire piece tightly, but unlike his boots, and leggings, his chest piece and his arms lack any rune markings entirely. There is a rune like badge on his chest, and then another on the right side of his ribs. These two badges onto the third layer of clothing, but we'll get to that in a second. His two arm sections are sown together onto the chest piece, but can be detached from the elbow down. These pieces have no significance other than being aesthetically pleasing to him. However, the detachable sections that cover the top of his forearms are a a hard, shell like armor. Ace needs his hands to cast his magic, so protecting them at all cost is of the utmost importance.

Now, back to the badges on his chest, and ribs, and the final layer of clothing. These two badges lead two long straps to Ace's back where anyone can see a long cape, and a hood. This cape has long rune marks, and encryption running all the way down. The hood is stitched to the cape, and is normally seen over Ace's face, hiding everything in darkness but his bright blue eyes, and the glowing markings on his face. This cape, and hood can be completely detached by pushing on the two badges on his chest and ribs.

• Friends
  
• Knowledge
  
• kindness

• anger
  
• Violence
  
• Stupid people

• Comes off as Insane
  
• Overbearing with kindness
  
• pushy

• Super intelligent
  
• Strong Strategist
  
• Will do anything for the good of mankind, his friends.

Colorful Personality
Ace isn't the best person to be around. Not because he is rude, or because he doesn't like people, but because he tends to keep to himself. He's only ever truly at home in a library, in his home, or with his friends (who are almost always just as quiet). If you do manage to peak your way into his soul, you'll find that Ace is a very kind person, warm even, and he can give you a lot of insight into his world, and his way of thinking. That however does not give someone an excuse to pry, and Ace can sense that sort of thing from a mile away.

Intelligence and Madness
Like a lot of very intelligent people, Ace has a side of him that is most akin to madness. He has spent his entire life mastering, and learning about magic. He uses every ounce of this in his studies, and he takes any knowledge he can about them. However, on the other side of this, he will spend all of his time reading a book, and mastering it's entirety, even losing days at a time in the words, and the pages. He'll make friends with other fullbringers, and try to figure out just how and why they created their own abilities.

Hates/Strong Dislikes
Ace doesn't actually hate anything, but instead strongly dislikes a lot of things. He finds the word itself repulsive, and hardly ever uses it to describe his feeling toward something. That's not to say that he won't use that word, but if he does, you'll know he truly has a distaste for whatever it is. Riding on the coattail of that last statement, Ace absolutely dislikes all forms of obnoxiousness, rudeness, loudness, or just annoying people in general. If you can't tell someone something without blaring it across the room, then you need to find a different way of communicating.

Battle Style
If Ace can help it, he'll stay on the side lines, hidden in one of his illusions, or in the buildings. This is so he can cast his spells without being interrupted, or attacked. In the scenario that hiding is not an option, Ace will use a more compact, and quick spell casting style. Ace will also try to use his mind to outsmart the enemy, combing spells to create traps and make the enemy fall into them. He uses his mind and his spells to win the battles for him, not brute force.

Ace will also typically try and trick the enemy into believing one thing, when it's not true in the slightest. He'll purposely, on occasion, show his techniques failing or out right not existing to throw the enemy off.

Training
Ace doesn't do much training by most normal standards, unless of course one considers training to be reading, and learning. In which case he does it all the time, which occupies almost all of his day. Ace typically spends his time testing new spells, learning different incantations, and theorizing just how a spell will, or would work if used on animals, or other people.

Rationalize
Ace will always try to rationalize everything; yes, even in the world that has proven to have spirits, ghosts, demons, and even gods. Ace tries to apply logic, and understanding to the world around him, and normally will attach normal, everyday motives to people if they do something that sticks out in society. Such as a murderer, or a thief.

Morality
Ace has a very logical, and straight forward stance on his morality. He doesn't enjoy the morally corrupt, but he also understands that sometimes a more harsh morality is necessary in the everyday life; this is probably most due to the fact that he likes to rationalize just about everything. To add to this, Ace doesn't believe in physically stealing from people as he believes in letting people what they've earned, and currently own. Now, that leads us into Ace's more contradictory portion of his personality.

Ace has no problem peering into someones mind, and taking their knowledge (given the right conditions are met). He is a seeker of knowledge, and loves to archive everything in some way, or form. Normally storing it in this mind, and then after writing it down, expelling it.

Selective memory/Multiple languages
Ace, using his absolute control over his brain and it's functions, is able to completely oust any memory he so desires but typically keeps everything written down for safe keeping. He normally does this so he can make more room for spells, and his knowledge on fullbringers, and any other useful abilities or tid bits he finds interesting.

Something else to note, something that Ace has accumulated over the course of his life time, is the ability to speak in more than ten different languages. He doesn't typically switch often, normally just sticking with English, and occasionally Japanese.

Kindness
Because he is the Obelisk of Kindness, Ace needs to lead by example, to be the very essence of kindness; at times he's sad, hiding pain inside of him, but he puts on a front for the consecro, for his friends, and for the world to see. He donates his time, and his energy to everyone and everything, just to be that very kindness.

N/A

name: The Memory Sculptor of Thoughts

item: Jace has a small, replica of his brain that he carries around. He uses it for his fullbring, and showing people different aspects of his brain, or parts of their brain.

ability: Ace has the ability to steal memories from people and redirect them.

For: Fullbring
Name: Brainwave communication
Type: Supplementary
Cooldown: Instant
Cost: Low
Range: Communication
Description: This technique is a form of telepathy, simply allowing Ace to talk to the people around him. All he needs to do is align his reiatsu frequency with those that he wishes to speak to, and the connection is made. Ace is the only one that can open, and close these connections, and all it allows him to do is speak with those around him. He cannot pillage their minds for information, and vice-versa.

For: Fullbring
Name: Memory Adept
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3 post
Cost: Medium
Range: Contact
Description: Incantation: "Slither forward, and slip into their minds"
By chanting the incantation, and then waving his hand in the air, Ace's body begins to glow brightly and out of his shoulder a blue serpent begins to slither out. This serpent will rest itself along Ace's shoulders, and will only move when Ace moves his hand toward the enemy. The snake will move to the last spot the enemy was, and If this spell illusion manages to entangle the enemy, and "bite" into their neck, the enemy may reveal any memory, or secret about their power. This doesn't actually cause any damage, but is only the ritual to achieve it's intended purpose. While they must reveal something, it is entirely up to them what that is. Like the other umbras, the snake has a single, softly hued orb floating in the middle of it's body. Should the enemy, or whom ever strike this, the spell shall disburse into nothingness.

(The enemy is compelled to verbally release information, but if their rei is higher than Ace's, then they can resist the spell)

For: Fullbring
Name: Mind Sculpting
Type: Offensive/Defensive/Supplementary
Cooldown: One IC (or ooc) week
Cost: High and remainder of reserves
Range: Forehead grasp
Description: After using all of his energies, and storing it within his hand and then targeting a single opponent, Ace must make contact with this opponent before his energies run out, typically take two posts to completely drain. Should this happen, Ace will be rendered helpless, and on the brink of mental collapse. Where the contact is, does matter; the contact must be made on the enemies forehead with their thumb and pink on either temple. This is Ace's ultimate attack, and will typically send him into a one week coma.

Once contact is made, Ace can extract every memory from the opponent and leave them without any sort of sense of who they are. This effect will last for as long as Ace is in his coma, and once that point reaches, all of their memories will go flooding back to them in an instant. This sets Ace into a coma because his brain in making archives of all of the memories and with such an abundance of information, his body can't possibly catalog everything while he is conscious. Ace's Sei, and Rei must also be higher than his opponents. (Needs OOC permission to do this)

For: Fullbring
Name: Thought Archiving
Type: Offensive/Defensive/Supplementary
Cooldown: 8 post
Cost: High
Range: Forehead grasp
Description: After gaining a substantial amount of memories from the target, Ace can enact his next technique. By tapping someone on the forehead with his index, and middle finger, he may cause them to relive whatever memory he has in store, and may even weave memories together. This technique is strictly used for escape, and must be done so (through OOC limitations also must be given ooc permission).

Adding this tech, and changed the others. .

It was any normal day for the Beleren family, his father and mother both worked, and they absolutely loved their jobs. His father worked in the local hospital as a neurosurgeon, and his mother was a college professor. From a young age there was a lot expected from Ace, he was held in high regard around his home, but there was always something...'different' about him. Neither of his parents were 'special' in any way besides being highly intelligent people themselves. Having grown up with the two of them he was always given whatever book he wanted, whatever toy he wanted or just about anything he wanted from that point. However, even with all of this influence, this power, Ace wanted nothing else but to be normal. He wanted to know why he could see an energy around people. He wanted nothing more than that, but he could never get it.

Let's retract a bit, rewind back to his past, his childhood. The very first gift that started to surface was his genius intelligence. From the young age of three he had already learned English and Japanese(the languages his father and mother spoke) and then only a year later he had learned four more. He rarely ever used the other languages, and hardly uses Japanese; not because he doesn't like it, just because most of the people around him didn't speak anything else. All thought him to be a prodigy, with no other signs of special gifts, or powers, his parents just assumed he was as intelligent as they were. They knew of the special people, they knew some themselves, but they never assumed that their own child could have been one of these people.

Fast forward two years; It was time for Ace to go to school, his parents wanted him to go to the most prestigious school. He didn't want that, he wanted a normal school with normal kids. He understood more than his parents gave him credit for, but to keep them naive, and under the assumption that he wasn't truly special, he played dumb, and asked to go to a normal school. His parents, wanting to give him what he wanted, agreed. Ace went to the public school, and enjoyed every moment of it. This is where he would meet his best friend, Travis, or Travie as he would later be called. Ace and Travis got along fairly well, the two of them always playing as young children.

Ace, accessing more and more of his gifts, could see something special about Travis as well, but he never asked him. He enjoyed being normal, he enjoyed his friends, and he enjoyed doing kid things. He scored perfectly, learned things quickly, but never went over the top. He was, to everyone else, an exceptional student. He wasn't sure if Travis could see through his lies or not, and he didn't pressure him into it either. He was sure that accessing whatever gift he had was going to be hard enough.

Fast forward eleven years. Ace and Travis, still best friends, entered the same high school. The two of them, unlocking their own gifts on their own time, got into so much trouble. Ace was starting to truly accept his powers, but he still enjoyed all of the shenanigans that the two of them got into. Fights with other kids, messing with the teachers, and more than not starting food fights. Of course the two of them never got caught, they were too sneaky for that. Ace was capable of talking his way out, normally outsmarting the teachers into believing whatever he told them. Travis on the other hand was a true ninja. He was always gone before getting caught, an then back again to jump right back into the fray. Then, something had happened. Travis had told Ace everything, what he was, what he could do. Ace, feeling like he finally knew someone like him, told Travis that he too was special. He wasn't a quincy, but from a young age started developing powers.

After high school the two of them stayed in contact but there was something that came over Ace. After fully realizing just what it was that he had been unlocking up until that point, he wanted to know more. He wanted nothing but absolute understanding of this powerful, and mysterious force; the ability to bring forth the true soul of something! Upon learning more, and more about this powerful force, Ace had also learned about the Fullbringers. As the years passed, Travis had proposed( after finding out about Ace's abilities), that the two of them start taking hollows and helping others out. And with that, the two of them started to hunt, and slay hollow that were terrorizing new Karakura.

This started to die off more and more as Ace delved deeper and deeper into his studies. He became more pacifistic, and wanted to study, and learn more than fight. By this point Ace had already developed his third Ability. Each one bringing something new to the table, and he had learned that he could either keep them on the outside of his body or, to amplify their power, infuse them with his body. He wanted to be the master of his powers, not the other way around, and from that point on he had his body become the vessel of his powers. The knowledge of his powers, spells (so he likes to call them) and with that Ace took back the mantle of his strength.

By this point however Travis had become one of the greatest assassins this world had ever seen. Powerful, and a force not to be reckoned with. The two of them kept up tabs, and still do to this day.

Years passed and soon Ace was approached by a group called the "Consecro". He had been approached because of his understanding of the fullbringers, and his absolute ability to catalog information like no other. He was soon promoted to the Obelisk rank, given access to information that he hadn't been before, but he needed to do something. He needed to embody the emotion of kindness, and kindness he had become. He may not have been the happiest, or the most successful but he was the most knowledgeable.

The lightly lit room was covered in red, the atmosphere screaming nothing but one word; Sex. The smoke that filled the room looked like low hanging clouds, scattering themselves through out the area, making the light shine through against all of the workers there. All off the patrons inside could hear the same music, a popular American song by a group known as Next. The song itself? Too close. The smooth sounds of Rhythm and Blues filled the room with the mood, with only a single thought running through the workers minds; turn on the customers.

And who was our hero for the day? Well, everyone in this building knew him as Scar. He didn't care one way or the other what he was called; he liked the work, as much as you could like stripping every day for (mostly) women in their forties offering him ones, fives, and twenties. His task for the night was one woman; it was her birthday, and her friends thought it a good idea to take her to the strip club. He didn't mind, two twin amber eyes looking over the woman before him, she was blushing, which was understandable; this was ridiculous right? Absolutely hysterical? Well, perhaps, but He was going to make her believe it was the greatest idea her friends had ever thought. Why not right? Older, losing her own charm, why not go to a strip club where all you needed to buy love were some singles, and a drink.

Scar made his way toward her, slowly, his hands running over his shirtless body. The cut, and toned way his body complemented one another was a must. He wanted it...no, he needed it to sell this job. He needed his eight pack to dip into perfect individuals squares, he needed his V cut along his pelvic area to point toward this woman's gold mine. He needed his pectoral muscles to pull in synchronization with his arms as his hands drifted up and down. And just why were this mans hands moving from left to right and back again while he made his way, slowly, toward her? He needed his body covered in oil. To glisten off of the red lighting, to make it much easier for himself, or this woman, to touch him.

He could hear her breathing picking up pace as he reached her chair. He wasn't completely naked, oh no, he needed to give her something to do with herself while he danced in front of her. He still wore a pair of black baggy cargo pants, an amber belt holding them up, but that wouldn't matter much longer. His fingers started to play with the front of his belt, his hips swaying, and thrusting toward the woman. He left his features stoic, but confident, and with a slight nod for her, and a half uncertain nod back, the woman took over. Scar placed both hands on the back of the chair, bringing his body in closer to hers every so slightly while she finished with his belt. As the last loop was rid of belt, he made sure to give her at least one full body wave, his crotch running along her legs, and his oiled chest and stomach swimming upward toward her face. Before leaning back however, his lips moved as close to her ear as possible running his cool breath down her neck before nibbling behind her ear. The flush still ever apparent. A sense of pride coming over him knowing he was doing just what he needed to make her happy.

He pulled back before turning himself around. He made sure that his hips just hovered over her own crotch; he wanted to make sure she could feel the slight distance between the two of them. There was probably ten minutes left in this last dance, he had to make it count. He lifted himself standing just a foot in front of her, his hips swaying with the song. Two thumbs entering the line of his pants, slowly pulling them down to show just the top of his butt. The oil that had been left on his hands covered the top of his butt, giving it the same glow. He made sure to back himself up every so slightly, grasping her hands with his own, running them down his back until she got the idea, doing it on her own. He couldn't help but laugh when she gave his butt a soft love tap, obviously enjoying herself.

But it was time for the big finish; turning to face the woman, he pulled down the front of his pants. It wasn't enough to show her anything worth while, but it was enough to give her the proper implication. With his left hand grasping the back of the chair, he ground his hips and crotch toward her, his right hand holding hers making sure to run it down his naked chest. His twin amber eyes met with her baby blue's, her features could show concern when she saw his scar, but she must have just brushed it off as stage make up for his name. Her breathing at least suggested she liked it. He could hear the song coming to an end, her hand traveling further and further down his chest , to his stomach, to his pelvis. And just before she could get any further he slowly pulled away, trailing his fingers along her jaw line. Then with that, he leaned over, kissing her neck before walking away with his pants line filled with money.

His shift was over, and he was ready to go home. A long day of this was enough to make ready to go, but he needed to get his stuff together before that. As he entered the locker room, he could hear the T.V. in the background; something was attacked? He turned his head as he ran a dry cloth along his body, ridding it of the oil. A school was bombed? Sure, it could be breaking news, but what made it worth whil-Oh, they hadn't found the culprit. He shook his head, running his left hand through his raven locks, only for them to fall back into place mostly covering his left eye. After getting his clothes on, an amber dress shirt, black jeans, with black sneakers. He waved off the rest of his group before taking a step toward the back door. It was the only way to leave without being pestered by the drunken customers.

He fumbled through his pockets, his hands hitting keys, coins, and cash (outside from his work). He needed to make sure that everything was here before he took that last step outside, and away from his career path, if you could even call it that, for the night. Having found everything, and taking one last stop over each pocket, and reaffirming his backpack was in his hands, he pushed on the door. The door slammed shut, locking him out for the night. Thank god that's over. Though he couldn't help but think back to the school; at least they decided to do it while there were no kids in the building. Lesser of two evils, and all that right?

After nodding to himself that that was the right choice, he took in a deep breath, throwing his back pack over his shoulder before letting the air out. On the outside he was no longer scar, but instead Hinote Ryuu. A name his mother had picked out. His father was against it, but his father was against him having anything nice. A small smile came across his features before shock, he fumbled to grasp a hold of his bag. He needed to make sure it was still in here. Fumbling through clothes, and rolls of singles, he found it. A small lizard figurine with a red orb in the center. Something else his mother had given him, when he was much younger. If he didn't keep it with him at all times, well, who knows what could have happened to it with his father still around.

Still, he shook his head gently before his eyes caught the eerie figure of a bleeding young man. Had he been jumped? What a shame, the night life could be a dangerous one if not taken seriously. At least, that's what Hinote would have said had he not taken in the unmistakeable scent of smoke. His eyes widened, a brow arching while the other man just hung there. Was he seriously the one who had bombed the school? He was breathing heavily, so he must have been running. He smelled like flame and smoke, so there was obviously flame involved in his injuries; and then there were his injuries. What else could cause them but a small mistake in bombing a school?

Was he trying to get out? Then why not just skip like most kids? No, Hinote couldn't stand for this. He set his backpack off to the side, his neck and knuckles cracking. He made sure his body was limber, relaxed (even though it still was from work). He wasn't one for violence, in fact he detested it; despite that, letting this man go would be far worse than simply taking care of him now and calling the cops. "Alright asshole. I know you're the one who fucked up that school. We can make this easy, or hard, but you're going to jail for what you did." Before giving the man a chance to react, or run, Hinote dashed forward bringing his body low to the ground, both hands against the cement before turning his body slightly to kick upward toward the mans chest..

EL-1.

HAN: 14
REI: 21
HAK: 21
SEI: 21
BUK: 14
HOH: 14
Points Earned: 0
Total points:105.

Jin.

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Hinote.