Henris Bijous [WIP]

NAME:
Henri Gognier Bijous

AGE:
28

GENDER:
Male

NATIONALITY:
Haitian

BIRTHPLACE:
Rio de Jinero

BIRTHDATE:
December 19th

PICTURE:

Spoiler:

PERSONAL DETAILS

DESCRIPTION:
The shape of Henris does not overly stand out in a crowd aside from a few major physical traits. His build is lithe and muscular, one trained for speed and stealth rather than definition or raw power. That being said, he keeps himself in great shape and very professionally maintains that shape with a strict workout regimen. His skin is somewhere between caramel and ebony without any visible scars in every day clothing. His major identifying physical features are definitely his hair and his eyes. Upon bonding with his first demon, Henris’ physical features were warped slightly and streaks of white appeared in his normally jet black hair. His eyes also underwent a major shift with his right iris going mostly white ringed with a circle of black at the very edges of. These days he normally keeps his hair in tight corn-rows that trail back into a short and tightly braided ponytail. Henris stands roughly five feet and ten inches tall and weighs just shy of two-hundred and fifteen pounds. Beneath his clothing

The streets are where Henris was forged and it is the streets that will forever be his home. This being the case, casual dress for Henris includes jeans and hoodies with hard leather boots worn as much for foot protection as for the extra thump they tend to give kicks. Of course one has to accessorize with the type of things that make them comfortable and for Henris it is a pendant in the shape of a flame that hangs from a silver necklace. To Henris there are fewer things more important than the last thing he ever had to remember his mother by. He also tends to wander the streets and alleys of the world with a pair of sunglasses on to keep his damning eyes from public view.

Of course a truly prepared shinobi went nowhere completely unarmed or unequipped and Henris is much the same way. His pockets may tend to be empty but rarely does he walk without a knife strapped somewhere on his body, usually in a sheathe strapped to his arm beneath the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He keeps a Bluetooth piece on his ear in order to take any calls and keep his hands free and his phone is usually in his pockets with a pager hanging from his belt.

Ninjutsu has always stayed with the modern times and never allowed itself to be held in the past due to tradition and stubborn old men. Instead Henris’ gear for when on a contract tends to be much more tactical than traditional with a flat black sleeveless shirt and tactical styled cargo pants. He keeps a mask over the lower half of his face and lightweight boots meant to assist with free-running and climbing. His arms are usually covered with tactical sleeves with small pockets and spots to hang gear from. His wrists and hands are covered with a fingerless glove/bracer combo. Although most of the time it is indeed black, Henris keeps a pair of spare clothes in both Urban Camouflage and Gray.

Nothing is more important than the equipment to get you through the day and Henris’ equipment is most important to his job. His Ninjato is kept sheathed and inverted along the right side of his ribcage while a pair of flat handled knives are kept sheathed in the bracer part of his gauntlets along the top of his forearms. His tactical sleeves have several smaller throwing knives hanging from them. From his belt hangs a small pouch for his explosive throwing stars on his left hip, a pistol in a quick draw holster at the small of his back and a pouch of smoke pellets on his right hip. Of course goggles or other specialty gear is occasionally strapped to him in the spaces between these major hooking points. Any ammunition he carries is placed in the thigh pouches of his pants with a single combat knife holstered in the side of his boot.

PERSONALITY:
Overview

Positives

Negatives

Habits

Mentality

DEMON PERSONALITY:
Overview

Morality

Habits

HISTORY:
Birth in the Favela
When your born in Rio de Jinero and your mother never leaves the hospital (Alive anyways) and your father is a vagrant drunk who the police are not going to waste time searching for, where do you end up? The normal answer is an orphanage, but orphanages in Rio are overflowing and once you reach an age they consider ‘able to support yourself’, your ass meets the streets quicker than you can say ‘chinga a tu madre’. In Henris’ case, that meant finding himself in the favela of Rocinha at the tender age of six.

Growing up in the shanty town was an interesting experience and one that a lot of people would never understand. Money rarely changes hands, very few people deal in cash or currency and instead trade via a barter system or for favors. A six year old who knows their way around the ever changing alleys and homes can find plenty of food running errands across the favela. But just because you can scrape by with a diet of scraps and mostly clean water does not make the streets any safer for a child. Roaming packs of wild dogs, wannabe cartel members form neighborhood gangs, actual cartel thugs work in dealing drugs and collecting protection money from those who did not want to fall under the rule of the gangs.

Life was tough and when you live a tough life you are forced to learn certain skills. Running and climbing works best and helps you avoid some of the bigger trouble but you can only run for so long until you finally get pinned into a corner. Henris was a man forged in this inferno of poverty, drugs, and ass beatings. It was not too long before, at the age of fourteen, he was a known individual in the favela. He would run favors, act as a courier, even help fix small things occasionally. He could hold his own in a fight, stayed above the riff raff in the gangs, and did not work to tear down his neighbors and make a buck off of it.

Henris never had a desire to join with the cartels, he never had any desire to become affiliated with anyone. Sometimes, though you end up with a choice of insulting the men who can kill you, or joining them to save your skin; a choice that Henris met with and took with a quiet reservation. At the age of fifteen Henris Bijous began his career as a Cartel Enforcer. He had a Haitian mother in the grave, a drunk father that stopped in only to sleep off a rough night in his son’s shanty every once in a while, and a future working for drug dealing thugs who were as much a blight as they were a blessing to Rocinha. Life was looking pretty average.

Influenced
Life in the cartel was profitable. The money and favors that poured into Henris’ pockets felt ridiculous to the boy who had always gotten by with nothing. He was, for the first time in his life, in a position to not only trade for things but to outright buy them (and at the same prices they had them in the markets). They took him in, let him roam the streets with protection from the gangs and the police while filling his pockets with money for doing a couple favors. Enforcing a debt collection here, escorting a courier there, maybe the occasional underground boxing match with other Cartels for less-lethal dispute resolutions. It was the high life with plenty to offer Henris beyond the money and protection.

The Cartels prefer those that work for them to be well trained. So while Henris was working and doing minor jobs to earn trust from those higher up in the organization than himself he was also constantly being taught about how things work or tutored on skills to assist him in his jobs for the Cartel. Henris tagged along on runs to lay bombs, perform political assassinations, even directly deal with gangs who were trying to muscle in on those who paid protection money to the Cartels.

Henris was by no means a prodigy and he still had issues following blind orders of a corrupt criminal organization. But over time he grew used to the chafing orders and rationalized it with the prestige he received on the streets and the money he kept in his pocket. The jobs got easier, the world got softer, and Henris almost enjoyed his new position in life. If only he had his freedom.

The First Kill
Henris knew from day one that he would one day receive an order that he had no interest in taking but no choice in the decision. That order eventually came down the line in the form of a straight up assassination of a police official within the city of Rio. He had been resistant to bribes and threats and it was time for him to be removed from the equation simply to make trafficking easier for the Cartels. Henris was chosen to prove himself with this assassination and told that failure simply was not an option. This man was to be dead by sundown and Henris would be fully integrated with the Cartel, which included a bonus of several hundred thousand American dollars.

Henris was armed with an uzi and a motorcycle and ordered to go into downtown Rio and shoot up the car of his target. Henris had no idea who this man was beyond his picture, Henris neither hated nor loved him and was forced into a situation where to say “No” would be to sign his own death warrant. Henris spent nearly all of the day before the hit walking through the favela worrying about what he was about to do. He was not above killing people, he was not above killing people for money, but this situation of being forced into it weighed heavily upon him and left him wishing for an alternative so he could justify it to himself.

In the hour or so Henris spent waiting in an alley across the street from the station on his motorcycle, chain smoking was picked up as a major habit. He found it settled his nerves and helped him deal with stress that was surely coming. The hit went as planned with the man walking to his car and Henris driving up and filling the car full of armor piercing rounds before vanishing back into the alleys and people of the favela. He took the money and with good graces of the Cartel left the country for a time to let the heat die down. He set sail on an ocean liner with his eyes to the west in hopes of hitting Asia. To Henris it was the answer to all his questions and a place almost magical in its descriptions. Little did Henris know what to expect when he got there.

Shikon Kage
Professional killers stick out in crowds if they are not careful. They watch people around them too closely, they are affected by a unique paranoia that comes with the fear of being killed rather than arrested. Similar to a soldier coming home from war but without that look of military precision and discipline nor the training to deal with such thoughts poking around their heads for long periods of time. Henris stuck out quite clearly and like a sore thumb which is how he was found, a gaijin (as the Japanese would say) so far from his home and weighed with the stress of killing another human being long before it was his time to take a life. The broken and shattered type of person that was easily fed an ideal and dogma that was not their own, but would grow to quickly adopt it as their salvation. These were the types of people that the Shikon Kage sought to exploit for their own gain.

The cult began in Japan shortly after World War I, and quietly recruited murderers, rapists, and thieves to train. They took miscreants and criminals off of the streets and gave them skillsets that would put them far above their humble beginnings in crime. However their training came with the price of obedience and in most cases Possession. The head of the clan that trained these modern day ninjas had long ago struck a deal with an unknown demon to grant him freedom from aging in exchange for the souls of his students. As such he was able to pass down his knowledge generation after generation to students who were fed to Inferis as dolls for Possession or in rare cases Bonding. Henris, with his obvious past and easily molded mind that was left after his affairs in Rio, made the perfect recruit for the man to seek out and take.

Henris found his years spent at the temple training with the Shadow Fang clan quite peaceful. It was everything he could ask for to simply wake up and train his body to its potential every day without expectations or orders. He was simply accepted and told that as long as he furthered his education with the clan he would always have a home with them. Free food, free shelter, friends, and knowledge; these motivators kept Henris satiated as he absorbed their philosophies and techniques all without an apparent price set to them. Not only was his body sharpened into a shadow warrior but his mind was numbed to the guilt and emotions behind killing an individual. It was simply another task that he could take advantage of should he choose to, but never in his duration at the temple was he asked to end the life of anyone. It was simply gently taught to him that people, even those from within the clan, were simply tools that could be discarded for any reason at any time. That philosophy gave Henris the peace of mind he had been longing for.

After showing great development in his skills and a stable mind that seemed successfully reprogrammed to their liking, the head masters of the clan decided that it would be best that Henris become possessed. With his knowledge and abilities he would make a fine host for a Demon and as such the deal would continue on good terms for their Master and his chosen contract holder. After all, once a contract was agreed upon there was no turning back. Henris escorted and bound in the main temple as his friends and teachers began summoning the entity that would take over as the driving force in Henris’ life. Nobody could have expected what would come next.

After The Bonding
Henris does not remember the bonding or what happened afterwards. He barely remembers waking up in the snow covered in soot and ash from the burning temple several miles up the mountain. A farmer and his family had found him while trying to investigate the source of the black smoke pouring from the hillside and quickly got him to a city where he was treated for second degree burns and several stab wounds. What Henris did remember was the voice in his head, a distinctly cruel and curt female voice that was far from his own. Despite the fact that only he could hear it, he knew for some reason that it was not his own.

Days spent recovering in the hospital were also spent quietly talking to himself. At first out loud but quickly only in his mind, especially after the nurses caught him speaking to someone who did not exist more than a few times. He discovered the entities name “Akiku” and addressed her as such. She explained she was chosen to possess him and that she acted a Demonic bounty hunter of sorts. She was offered great rewards for the killing and abduction of those on the human plane that one Demon or another desired for her to take. Over the days he spent in a drug addled haze at the mercy of nurses and attendants speaking to his own personal demon he learned most of the story. A ritual gone wrong, a possession turned into a bonding, all due to him. At the end of the week the pair had come to a mutual decision to work together rather than against each other. Henris agreed that he would leave affairs amongst the demons entirely up to Akiku while Akiku agreed to leave Henris’ duties on Earth to him.

Henris, without a valid travel visa and without proper identification, was quickly found to be illegally visiting Japan. The choices were pretty much set: Run or end up in prison. His departure from the Hospital was less than graceful and once on the street he realized a second level to his otherwise already large problem. Without a place to stay he was forced to return to the scene of his own making, a smoldering temple with still fresh corpses half buried by the snow. Scraping together what gear he could and leaving behind a life, Henris found a ship to take him home and returned to the streets he called home. After all, where else did he have to go that he had any feeling of safety?

Today
Henris has been back in Rio for roughly a year, dealing with Akiku and focusing himself as he continued his training in secret. He’s stayed out of sight from the Cartels and stuck to his roots in the Favelas of Rio. He is poorly equipped, strapped for cash, and just beginning his business of killing individuals of any realm for a chunk of cash or a favor he can use. In business for himself, he is looking towards his future and finding himself unsure of anything beyond where he might get some food from in the next thirty minutes. Living by the twists and turns of faith, Henris keeps himself quite mobile and tries to stay a little under the radar.

FACTION:
Free-Lance

SKILLS:
For the sake of simplicity, each skill will be described and ranked on a scale of 1-10. This will allow one to gauge exactly how proficient Henris is.

Skill: Languages
Ranked: 10 (Natural Language), 4.0, 4.0, 3.0
Description: Portuguese, Spanish, Japanese, English

Skill: Anatomical Knowledge
Ranked: 6.5
Description:Study of the body and how it works is nothing uncommon, and it should not be surprising that the study fell into the lap of Henris who was expected to learn these things as he studied with the Kage Shikon school.

Skill: Ninjutsu
Ranked: 8.0
Description: The skills of the shinobi have a long and illustrious past that is mostly a bunch of cinematic garbage. But that garbage inspired the creation of real schools to train feats of stealth, gymnastics, athletics, and combat. The martial art focuses on quick and decisive blows to incapacitate and kill an enemy. After spending nearly a decade with the Kage Shikon school, Henris is more than able to handle such affairs in close combat.

Skill: Longarms
Ranked: 6.0
Description: Far from an expert marksman, Henris usually prefers to rely on his normal methods of dealing with people rather than down the scope of a rifle or behind the butt of a shotgun. Still, the days of the Bow and Arrow are long gone and in modern times bullets are quite useful. He prefers rifles over anything else and is working to improve his marksmanship.

Skill: Bladed Combat
Ranked: 8.0
Description: Whether it’s a knife in an alley or a sword strapped to his back, Henris has a long history with bladed weapons and has become quite proficient with them over time. It is quite easy to say that he prefers using a short sword or knife over any other form of combat.

Skill: Toxicology
Ranked: 3.5
Description: A basic knowledge of poisons and toxins come in handy for any hitman. Of course since Henris bridges the gap and takes contracts on Inferis and Earth he finds his need for this knowledge minimal.

Skill: Trap Design
Ranked: 2.5
Description: Sometimes the simplest things are the best. Simple traps and misdirections can be quite useful. The Shikon Kage clan took care in teaching a few simple snares, a few easy tricks, and though they were not a focus in Henris’ training he did find himself amused by simplicity of some of the lessons they taught him.

Skill: Security Design
Ranked: 4.5
Description: The knowledge of how people build their personal security is best known by the man trying to bypass it. Whether it is building security, the bodyguards of a target, or some other such design; Henris has studied how people build it and how best to break it.

Skill: Demolitions
Ranked: 3.0
Description: Dynamite, C4, a wired explosive has many uses and the cartels are far from above using them to make a message. Though Henris did not often deal with explosives, his friendship with the man who built them gave him some insight on how to not get himself blown up and how to assemble simple ones. Though some days he can’t quite remember whether to cut the red wire or the green wire.

Skill: Hardware
Ranked: 3.0
Description: By no means an expert, Henris learned how to rewire electronic locks and do simple things like cut telephone lines and security system wiring. It does take him time, and there are many in the world better than him at it, but overall he is okay at it.

Skill: Lockpicking
Ranked: 6.0
Description: Locks come in all shapes and sizes from simpler analog tumblers to spin locks and even digital hypermagnetic locks that keep doors forcibly sealed. But of course bypassing security usually means getting through a lock and Henris is not unfamiliar with working some lockpicks into their proper places to gain entry to places where he should probably be kept out of. Like politicians’ offices.

Skill: Stealth
Ranked: 8.5
Description: Walking the alleys and streets of the favela undetected so you don’t get killed for your sneakers is a skill most kids around Rio learn. Of course, attending a secretive school to further those naturally developed skills quickly helps a man become more than what he was born as. To Henris the shadows are a second home and he is comfortable blending into crowds or waiting in the shadows for his marks to present to him an opportunity.

Skill: Flute
Ranked: 4.5
Description: Playing the flute is a technical feat and one that Henris learned to enjoy in his time spent in Japan. He finds the music soothing, the sound unique, and the aspect of playing it as something entirely… special. He is not classically trained nor is he an expert, but what skills he has in flute playing do more than serve his needs.

Skill: Pistols
Ranked: 3.5
Description: Pistols are commonplace in Rio, most people have an old revolver laying around. But just because you know enough to turn off the safety and keep the muzzle away from your face does not make you an expert. Henris may be able to use one, but he prefers to do without.

DEMON SKILLS:
Deadly Accuracy: Akiku is an assassin demon and she makes it very well known by granting Henris an enhanced sense of accuracy and aiming. Almost as if he can read where things are going and understands wind speeds and ballistic theory, Henris is deadly with his accuracy when throwing weapons or firing a rifle.
Increased Speed: Akiku grants Henris a grace and speed that almost no standard human can match. He uses this speed to make quick and hard hit/run attacks with which he leaves behind as many bodies as possible.


WEAKNESSES:
1) Silver: Acting in a way similar to crucifixes against vampires, Henris distrust of silver comes from experience. Burning his skin, damaging him upon contact, making him nervous in its presence and of course there are the dreaded silver bullets. Silver bullets wrack him with unimaginable pain and leave him close to completely debilitated.
2) Shinto Beads: Visible Shinto Beads brings a sense of nausea and a lack of focus to murderer known as Henris. Their presence causes a weakening of the Ritualist and usually leaves him making a quick retreat or an assassination at a range far enough away to keep himself out of their range of effect (100m)
3) Chicken Blood: Acting like an acid and irritant, with a bloodline that reaches far back into the dark practices of voodoo it should not come as a surprise that it affects Henris so violently. The smallest speck sizzles and mars his skin in an incredibly painful way.
4) Greedy: Henris is a man driven by money and power, and his thirst for both is nearly unquenchable. He works hard for his earnings and works harder to keep himself in a position to make even more in the future.
5) Independent: Henris prefers to work alone or work as the person in charge without any ties of demands made of him outside of his contracts. This leads him to dislike any sort of leashes being placed on him and he supremely dislikes many attempts at blackmail.
6) Currently Poor: Going on the run at a moment’s notice with barely anything to your name is not easy. Henris has recently managed to make it back to Rio de Jinero but without much money in his pocket.
7) Racist: After spending as much time with them as he did only to be betrayed, Henris hates Japanese individuals. He does not trust them, he does not enjoy their company, these days he even avoids their food.

COLOURS:
[u]Ranked: 10 (Natural Language), 4.0, 4.0, 3.0
Description: Portuguese, Spanish, Japanese, English

TRIVIA:

- Loves Cigars
- Loves Boots
- Enjoys a good glass of Bourbon
- Has Aspergers
- Can Whistle
- Can Juggle
- Keeps Cornrows in his hair
- Prefers Bread Heels

USER DETAILS

ALIAS:
Lysander

OTHER CHARACTERS:
None Here

ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
Oh Christ, a decade?

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