A Jinrou is Shiki's equivalent of a werewolf. Therefore he will be converted to the Lei tribe, taking on a canine appearance, while maintaining a mostly human look.
Class:
Natsuno is an intellectual type of person, not much of a fighter - as proven by the fact he was easily overpowered by Tatsumi. He has a desire to be stronger, but he has always lacked the physical build to be tough and violent. He'd rather be a spellcaster over a sword master and therefore he would select the Shadow Warlock class.
Abilities:
As a Jinrou he had access to heightened senses, the ability to see in the dark. He also had an accelerated healing ability, hypnotism/voice manipulation, levitation and super speed.
In this setting some of these skills would translate over well once he got to level fifteen. He could gain a healing boost, an agility/speed boost, a charm spell that he can activate with tone of voice. Levitation would mean floating above the ground about a foot in the air. *
Ironically, he has a decent amount of skill with video games as he used to play with Tohru frequently.
Items:
Being deceased, he has no items he wishes to bring with him.
Other:
*The abilities are subject to the mod's approval, no hard feelings if this is not acceptable.
The moment Natsuno opened his eyes, the world came crashing down around him. There was something wrong with his vision, his perception completely changed. Sharpened. He thought to himself as he sat up slowly raising a hand up to his head.
He remembered his last moments clearly, the desperation he felt gasping for air, the painful sparks shooting throughout his abdomen as his liver and kidneys shut down... Every breath that followed the cold tears of the undead. Natsuno remembered every moment he lay there dying.
He turned his head, gazing upon the shocked faces of the mortuary workers and his father who crossed the distance and embraced him. Natsuno made a face. There was so much bad blood between them, so much he could hardly forgive. It was then he noticed the crazed look in the man's eyes, the fatigue and the sorrow and he immediately felt the sting of regret at his thoughts. After all, it wasn't like his father hadn't loved him in some capacity, but rather that they never saw eye to eye on anything. Words were being spoken, but he was too shell-shocked to pay them any mind. The men were leaving, leaving him alone with his father.
Disengaging from his father's embrace, Natsuno raised a hand to his chest. He felt his heart in there, thumping away. His skin was still warm to the touch and he appeared very much alive. His eyes focused on his father again, tracing the line of his jaw and his neck and he felt it - the twin pricks of fangs growing from behind his teeth. He was most certainly, absolutely undead. He swallowed, distracting himself by glancing at the open window.
His father was speaking to him again. Natsuno gave him an appraising look. This man who would believe nothing of the supernatural, nothing of the superstitious and had thwarted every chance he had at survival. He could be the key. Natsuno needed an ally.
He willed his fangs to retract again and turned a smoldering look into his father's eyes.
Continued
A Jinrou is Shiki's equivalent of a werewolf. Therefore he will be converted to the Lei tribe, taking on a canine appearance, while maintaining a mostly human look.
Class:
Natsuno is an intellectual type of person, not much of a fighter - as proven by the fact he was easily overpowered by Tatsumi. He has a desire to be stronger, but he has always lacked the physical build to be tough and violent. He'd rather be a spellcaster over a sword master and therefore he would select the Shadow Warlock class.
Abilities:
As a Jinrou he had access to heightened senses, the ability to see in the dark. He also had an accelerated healing ability, hypnotism/voice manipulation, levitation and super speed.
In this setting some of these skills would translate over well once he got to level fifteen. He could gain a healing boost, an agility/speed boost, a charm spell that he can activate with tone of voice. Levitation would mean floating above the ground about a foot in the air. *
Ironically, he has a decent amount of skill with video games as he used to play with Tohru frequently.
Items:
Being deceased, he has no items he wishes to bring with him.
Other:
*The abilities are subject to the mod's approval, no hard feelings if this is not acceptable.
SAMPLES;
Third Person:
The moment Natsuno opened his eyes, the world came crashing down around him. There was something wrong with his vision, his perception completely changed. Sharpened. He thought to himself as he sat up slowly raising a hand up to his head.
He remembered his last moments clearly, the desperation he felt gasping for air, the painful sparks shooting throughout his abdomen as his liver and kidneys shut down... Every breath that followed the cold tears of the undead. Natsuno remembered every moment he lay there dying.
He turned his head, gazing upon the shocked faces of the mortuary workers and his father who crossed the distance and embraced him. Natsuno made a face. There was so much bad blood between them, so much he could hardly forgive. It was then he noticed the crazed look in the man's eyes, the fatigue and the sorrow and he immediately felt the sting of regret at his thoughts. After all, it wasn't like his father hadn't loved him in some capacity, but rather that they never saw eye to eye on anything. Words were being spoken, but he was too shell-shocked to pay them any mind. The men were leaving, leaving him alone with his father.
Disengaging from his father's embrace, Natsuno raised a hand to his chest. He felt his heart in there, thumping away. His skin was still warm to the touch and he appeared very much alive. His eyes focused on his father again, tracing the line of his jaw and his neck and he felt it - the twin pricks of fangs growing from behind his teeth. He was most certainly, absolutely undead. He swallowed, distracting himself by glancing at the open window.
His father was speaking to him again. Natsuno gave him an appraising look. This man who would believe nothing of the supernatural, nothing of the superstitious and had thwarted every chance he had at survival. He could be the key. Natsuno needed an ally.
He willed his fangs to retract again and turned a smoldering look into his father's eyes.
"It's time we talked about the Risen."