Kannagara: Application
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PLAYER INFO
Name/Nickname: Leif
Age: 24
Journal: hara
AIM: Tawnyblade
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Tyki Mikk
Canon: D.Gray-Man
Point taken from canon: Chapter 194
Age: 26-27 (Last stated age was 26 but canon looks to be about a year on since then?)
Gender: Male
Preferred Village: I don’t know if this is allowed but Tyki would tend to be a vagabond if possible, moving from village to village.
Appearance: A man of many sides, his outward appearance reflects which part of his life he’s pursuing.
In white mode Tyki is scruffy, unshaven, dirty, and dresses in plain, coarse, workman’s clothing. He slumps, is easy going, lets his hair down, is in general a slob. But he has an easy going and friendly aura and while he may be slovenly, he gives of a “just one of the guys” vibe. The kind of friendly bum that doesn’t catch the eye. He likes to sleep in barracks or bunkhouses, enjoying humanity and company in general. He’s got dark, wavy hair and tan skin.
While pursuing his black life, he has two sets of appearance. The first is still human, same skin color but he ties his hair back neatly. He stands straight and moves with elegance and purpose. He dresses neatly and worries about getting dirty. He dresses like a Victorian era gentleman (or in the latest chapters like an Italian fashion model but, yeah) complete with overcoat, top hat, white gloves, vest and the works. He is confident and friendly. He hates people in his space when he sleeps.
In Noah form he has all that, plus grey (or dark brown depending on anime or manga colorization) skin, a pattern of crosses like a crown of stigmata on his forehead, wrists and throat. And gold eyes.
Between dark and light he wears good clothes but has them unbuttoned and loose, a gentleman vagabond.
In any form is has horrible scars over his chest and back and right arm, like a cross on the right side of his torso. In all the previous ways he carries himself he has some reoccurring ticks. He smokes, a lot. He drinks. He often smiles and teases. When he wishes to suppress his violent urges, he’ll reach for a cigarette or drink or pack of cards to play with.
His awakened Noah form is something else entirely, black skin and armor and garments like a knight, with a helmet covering his eyes and black tentacles of dark matter protruding from his back like wings. His mannerisms in this form are nothing but pure violence.
Background: http://dgrayman.wikia.com/wiki/Tyki_Mikk
Personality: Tyki has two distinct sides. What makes him interesting is the balance between them, he’s not multiple personality, he just likes living a double life. It’s exciting to him. It’s thrilling. In either form his main concern is pleasure, but what constitutes pleasure is different depending on which side of his life he’s living.
White: In his white mode Tyki’s just a guy. A vagabond orphan who travels with others like him, he’s easy going, friendly, a cheater, a bit of a scammer and a con artist, but not with necessarily ill intentions, it’s just his lifestyle, that’s how he gets by. He’s messy and laid back but cheerful, he takes odd jobs as they come up, he likes his friends, and he looks out for them. He gambles, he drinks, he’s not picky but he loves to eat and eat a lot. This kind of human life style is pleasurable, roaming around with friends and living freely.
Black: The black side of his life is something else. His personality does not exactly change, but his mannerisms and demeanor shift. He’s more refined, more of a gentleman. This is his Noah side. He’s still not really interested in education, he’s still rather lazy, but his pleasures change-killing excites him, in this mode. There is nothing like the thrill of fighting, or murder. Being cruel and playing games with lives are just as fun to him in this mode as gambling to his white side. To have fun you have to be evil, as he says.
It should be noted there’s something between them; Tyki is capable of moving about in human society as a gentleman, as much as he does it as a vagrant. He doesn’t seem to enjoy the social airs and graces like he enjoys the relaxed comradeship of orphan traveling companions, but he’s utterly capable of being friendly and social in a manner that is human, without being all the way into his Noah.
From playing him I’ve made some observations on his reactions to situations and people. In a place that denies him escape to his white life, where everyone has access or knowledge of his Noah side, he begins to get antsy. He’ll choose certain people to represent his white life and in general be much safer around them. For the rest he becomes a bit more dangerous, more willing to give in to the urge to kill or fight. He finds the thought of other worlds and stories interesting, once he gets over being sure he’s dreaming. He tends to miss family and get more dangerous without them around. He is generally social, interested, teasing, and easy to talk to and banter with, though he’ll give people nicknames rather than bother with remembering their actual name. He hates having his mind and privacy invaded and is likely to be violent following any dream posts or logs-barring that he’ll attempt to sink into doing something “white life” to make sure he hasn’t lost his humanity and ability to live as a human.
Abilities/Strengths: Mentally Tyki is clever but uneducated. He’s strong and fast physically, as well as having some cool powers, but mentally he is lazy. Not to say he’s dumb, when he wants to be he can be observant and sharp. But he has to be motivated and not much motivates him. He is also socially easy going, making friends easily and charming people with his mixture of friendly, funny and fail. When he’s motivated he can be a force to be reckoned with, and he’s also fairly adaptable and accepting of things. In an era of history that’s pretty closed-minded socially he takes everything with a sense of amused interest and the spirit of adventure.
He tells outrageous lies when he feels like it, which establishes him as a poor liar. In truth, he is an amazing liar and misdirector, but he is also just as prone to wearing his thoughts on his face-making it hard to tell sincerity from jest.
He is inhumanly strong and fast, and can control Dark Matter to form shields or projectile blasts of energy. He can even form it over his skin at a thought, much like instant armor.
Tease: Carnivorous golems in the shape of butterflies, they feast and breed on corpses. He can use them also as shields or energy blasts. The more they feast and evolve, the stronger they become.
Choice: Tyki can choose for any substance in the world, whether to touch it or not. This means is can do anything from literally walk on air or water, to walking through walls, to reaching into your chest and poking hole in your heart-or taking your heart out entirely without leaving a scratch. It also means normal weapons go right through him. Innocence, however, he cannot “choose” for. It can touch him whether he wants it to or not, and it hurts. But he is also capable of destroying it.
Reject: As part of his choice he can reject the atmosphere in a certain radius, creating his own personal vacuum, but one he can still walk through, with his own personal atmosphere bubble. Or something.
Tentacle Unicorn Form: Unicorns in my pants. When he really snaps or the Noah takes over, Tyki becomes unreasonable-literally. He cannot be reasoned with or talked down in this form, he can only be taken down or run into collapse. But he is much, much faster, stronger, and deadlier. He has full control of dark matter that exits his body like wings, and can be used as tentacles weapons. But it’s pretty much a berserker state. Nothing will get through.
Weaknesses: Innocence hurts him. He can reject anything “of this world” but things not of natural origin, such as Innocence or divine powers can hurt him. Likewise he has to choose to touch things, so if you sneak attack him or hit him with a mental or telekinetic power, he can’t reject it.
He’s also a lazy bum. He’s not educated, he’s not motivated and he’s just plain derp most of the time when left to his own devices. He has no goal, no real sense of self, and he’s being eaten from the inside by his Noah. He resists, but he hardly knows who he is as an individual and his whole life is based around being two people, living a lie.
Defining Quote(s): “I destroy what I love. I love humans.”
“Where are you from?” - “Everywhere! We’re bad-mannered orphans who’ve become wanderers.”
“Too bad boy, I wanted to play cards with you again, if we met while I was in my white form. But right now I’m wandering around killing the people who are connected with a certain man. Boy, are you ‘Allen Walker’?”
“Just make a hole in his heart, Tease. It’s better if this brave lad is given a bit more time before he dies. He will die as he agonizes over the fear invading his body, as his blood pours from his heart. Have a nice dream, boy.”
“Uwaaah~ This is so hot, Earl. And scary~”
“I haven’t set any traps. Didn’t I say there’d be no cheating?”
“As expected, you gotta be evil to have fun.”
“This is giving me the thrills. I’ll break you one more time, and with this hand…! Just like that night. I’ll pluck out your left arm once more, boy. Are you ready?”
Other: Ahaha okay it’s already apparent and canon that he’s batshit fucking psychotic. I do headcanon that his pre-Noah life was rough, he was an orphan, and the Cyril is his real brother. I also headcanon that his affection for Road and Cyril is genuine, and not just his Noah side. To some extent this extends to Lulu Bell and the twins.
Now some about sexuality-I don’t RP sex or ships, but I think Tyki’s complex enough to warrant a note on this. I think he himself is heterosexual, but Joyd, the Noah inside him, is probably pansexual, or asexual. Tyki, as the Noah of Pleasure, has a healthy enough sexual appetite though he’s pickier than you might assume from how he flirts. Why this deserves mention is because of the era he’s from. Even though it’s fictional Victorian times, I headcanon the general social stigma surrounding homosexuality is present in his world. To the point that he would find it disgusting. But, only in men. As a double standard he would find two women hot. And just to make his double standard worse, he has family members, like Cyril, who clearly, canonly want in his pants/the pants of people of the same sex. HE IS OKAY WITH THIS-except the wanting in his own pants, that’s gross, go away. But he wouldn’t condemn Cyril for his homosexual leanings (just go ewww leave me out of it) where he would condemn a stranger. Even better, because of Joyd he might one day even feel sexual urges towards men. This would freak him the hell out if it happened, and his initial reaction would likely be to kill/attempt to kill/cut off contact with any male who made him feel funny in the pants. Or he may just not react at all. If he likes someone enough before finding out they’re gay, he may not condemn them, but he would still find it fucking weird and gross.
Obviously Tyki’s views aren’t mine. But they are worth noting because of how convoluted and bigoted/self-serving they are. To make it all even more awkward he tends to say rather suggestive, or homoerotic things, to Allen from time to time. I factor this mostly as him just being fucking creepy when he’s being evil, as I do not perceive him having any sexual attraction towards Allen, though he is obviously obsessed with and intrigued by him.
On a similar topic, sex is not his only vice. I interpret Pleasure very broadly-he enjoys most things as much as he enjoys sex-gambling, drinking, eating, smoking, a night out with friends, a fun conversation. He likes living, he enjoys life to the fullest. And part of that is also fighting. Oh he loves killing. It’s better than sex or drugs. Better than anything. And is therefore addictive, so he has to pace himself or he’ll lose the white side of himself that he loves. Thus why he tries to practice self-control, even when he wants to kill someone.
There are things he wouldn’t ever try, just because he has no interest in them. Rape, not because of any personal ethics, but because he likes to keep his sex separate from violence, he prefers not to blur the lines too much, and so he’ll never force sex. Most drugs don’t interest him much. Likewise wealth and fame. He doesn’t want children, he doesn’t want to settle down. He won’t fuck a child, and he’s equally uninterested in animals. But he is a hedonist, so if someone suggests something that catches his fancy, he’ll do it just to see what it’s like.
I also headcanon some things about the Noah Joyd-that it feeds on Tyki’s base instincts and encourages them. I think Tyki is half Joyd but not all gone, in that his desire to live a human life reflects his lingering humanity/original self. I believe Joyd can manifest itself, and somewhat that the two can communicate under the right circumstances. I think Tyki is still suppressing Joyd unconsciously to the best of his abilities.
Action Writing Sample:
[There is a dark skinned, dark haired person tapping the Hitomi screen, far too close up for anything more than the detail of an eyebrow and some of a forehead visible. The voice is deep and masculine, a little bemused.]
My my, what’s this?
[The Hitomi is flipped over, and displays a wonderful view of a man’s dress shoe and some dirt and rocks.]
Some kind of device? Perhaps a golem? [More tapping noises and the view tilts again, showing sky. The man’s voice gets soft and speculative as he muses.]
More importantly, why were you in my pocket? And where am I?
Third Person Writing Sample:
Control was important, in games. There had to be rules, and you had to mostly obey them, even if you cheated at times.
There was something, Tyki had to muse, that was purely visceral about killing. It was an instinct so deep it barely had words. It was like lust. There was a drive that took hold and made it better than sex. Better than breathing, the need to kill. It was absolutely addicting to take a human life, to feel the heat slowly fade, to see in your hands the heart pump . Like a drug, it could easily sublimate all other pleasures in life, until one was nothing but a slave to that desire, that rush, that high.
That was why control was so important.
If he lost it, if he lost his control, he’d lose himself in that excitement. Lose himself for good. And that was fun, at times. But it wasn’t everything. He couldn’t afford to become a mindless junky. There was no satisfaction in becoming hopelessly addicted. That would be no better than an Akuma. He wouldn’t be human anymore. He wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t be able to wake up in the morning under a pile of limbs-warm, living limbs. Clothed, family limbs. The bodies of his wandering brothers, Momo, Crack, Ease. The little band he belonged to. He wouldn’t be able to drink coffee with them, if he lost himself. Or gamble away the day’s earnings in fixed games of cheating. That would disappear.
And he was a greedy man. He wanted everything. He wanted both. He wanted the light side, and the dark. He wanted that morning with coffee and friends, and he wanted to stalk the night like an evil god, indulging on death and the look of fear in the eyes of the dying. He needed both. Or he wouldn’t be himself.
So he needed a balance. He had to keep a line in the sand. A semblance of control. It wasn’t easy. He lived to indulge in his whims, and they changed moment to moment. But he had his personal rules, his little games with himself, the tests. Forcing himself to resist an impulse here, a desire there. Don’t kill that one. Obey these rules, this time. Sometimes it even worked. Sometimes.
And sometimes, well. He was a man of pleasure, after all. And there was such pleasure to be had in obeying an impulse to kill.
These were all idle thoughts though, as he pushed his hand into the Exorcist’s chest, phasing past flesh to feel the heart beneath. The man’s Innocence was long since destroyed, and like most Exorcists he was taking his own demise with a sense of grace.
“Do you have any last words? Regrets?” Tyki asked, a sort of courtesy, and a mocking game he played, as his fingers flexed around the heart. This wasn’t one of his targets, but it would feel good to rip out the organ. It would gets his gloves dirty. But he could get a new pair.
“None.” The man answered, and Tyki laughed, ripping the heart out without marring the flesh.
The experience was always new, every time he killed. He could feel his own heart race as the organ beneath his fingers twitched with muscle memory, trying to pump on impulses that weren’t there anymore, trying to keep a body alive that it wasn’t attached to. Trying, in vain. Just like the Exorcist had tried. A good heart, strong, healthy, dead. Just like the man to whom it had belonged.
There really weren’t words to describe the feeling of that power and its addictive properties.
That’s why control was so, so vital. One could lose themselves in it, if they weren’t careful.
Tyki didn’t want to lose himself. That would, in a way, end the fun of the game.
PLAYER INFO
Name/Nickname: Leif
Age: 24
Journal: hara
AIM: Tawnyblade
CHARACTER INFO
Character Name: Tyki Mikk
Canon: D.Gray-Man
Point taken from canon: Chapter 194
Age: 26-27 (Last stated age was 26 but canon looks to be about a year on since then?)
Gender: Male
Preferred Village: I don’t know if this is allowed but Tyki would tend to be a vagabond if possible, moving from village to village.
Appearance: A man of many sides, his outward appearance reflects which part of his life he’s pursuing.
In white mode Tyki is scruffy, unshaven, dirty, and dresses in plain, coarse, workman’s clothing. He slumps, is easy going, lets his hair down, is in general a slob. But he has an easy going and friendly aura and while he may be slovenly, he gives of a “just one of the guys” vibe. The kind of friendly bum that doesn’t catch the eye. He likes to sleep in barracks or bunkhouses, enjoying humanity and company in general. He’s got dark, wavy hair and tan skin.
While pursuing his black life, he has two sets of appearance. The first is still human, same skin color but he ties his hair back neatly. He stands straight and moves with elegance and purpose. He dresses neatly and worries about getting dirty. He dresses like a Victorian era gentleman (or in the latest chapters like an Italian fashion model but, yeah) complete with overcoat, top hat, white gloves, vest and the works. He is confident and friendly. He hates people in his space when he sleeps.
In Noah form he has all that, plus grey (or dark brown depending on anime or manga colorization) skin, a pattern of crosses like a crown of stigmata on his forehead, wrists and throat. And gold eyes.
Between dark and light he wears good clothes but has them unbuttoned and loose, a gentleman vagabond.
In any form is has horrible scars over his chest and back and right arm, like a cross on the right side of his torso. In all the previous ways he carries himself he has some reoccurring ticks. He smokes, a lot. He drinks. He often smiles and teases. When he wishes to suppress his violent urges, he’ll reach for a cigarette or drink or pack of cards to play with.
His awakened Noah form is something else entirely, black skin and armor and garments like a knight, with a helmet covering his eyes and black tentacles of dark matter protruding from his back like wings. His mannerisms in this form are nothing but pure violence.
Background: http://dgrayman.wikia.com/wiki/Tyki_Mikk
Personality: Tyki has two distinct sides. What makes him interesting is the balance between them, he’s not multiple personality, he just likes living a double life. It’s exciting to him. It’s thrilling. In either form his main concern is pleasure, but what constitutes pleasure is different depending on which side of his life he’s living.
White: In his white mode Tyki’s just a guy. A vagabond orphan who travels with others like him, he’s easy going, friendly, a cheater, a bit of a scammer and a con artist, but not with necessarily ill intentions, it’s just his lifestyle, that’s how he gets by. He’s messy and laid back but cheerful, he takes odd jobs as they come up, he likes his friends, and he looks out for them. He gambles, he drinks, he’s not picky but he loves to eat and eat a lot. This kind of human life style is pleasurable, roaming around with friends and living freely.
Black: The black side of his life is something else. His personality does not exactly change, but his mannerisms and demeanor shift. He’s more refined, more of a gentleman. This is his Noah side. He’s still not really interested in education, he’s still rather lazy, but his pleasures change-killing excites him, in this mode. There is nothing like the thrill of fighting, or murder. Being cruel and playing games with lives are just as fun to him in this mode as gambling to his white side. To have fun you have to be evil, as he says.
It should be noted there’s something between them; Tyki is capable of moving about in human society as a gentleman, as much as he does it as a vagrant. He doesn’t seem to enjoy the social airs and graces like he enjoys the relaxed comradeship of orphan traveling companions, but he’s utterly capable of being friendly and social in a manner that is human, without being all the way into his Noah.
From playing him I’ve made some observations on his reactions to situations and people. In a place that denies him escape to his white life, where everyone has access or knowledge of his Noah side, he begins to get antsy. He’ll choose certain people to represent his white life and in general be much safer around them. For the rest he becomes a bit more dangerous, more willing to give in to the urge to kill or fight. He finds the thought of other worlds and stories interesting, once he gets over being sure he’s dreaming. He tends to miss family and get more dangerous without them around. He is generally social, interested, teasing, and easy to talk to and banter with, though he’ll give people nicknames rather than bother with remembering their actual name. He hates having his mind and privacy invaded and is likely to be violent following any dream posts or logs-barring that he’ll attempt to sink into doing something “white life” to make sure he hasn’t lost his humanity and ability to live as a human.
Abilities/Strengths: Mentally Tyki is clever but uneducated. He’s strong and fast physically, as well as having some cool powers, but mentally he is lazy. Not to say he’s dumb, when he wants to be he can be observant and sharp. But he has to be motivated and not much motivates him. He is also socially easy going, making friends easily and charming people with his mixture of friendly, funny and fail. When he’s motivated he can be a force to be reckoned with, and he’s also fairly adaptable and accepting of things. In an era of history that’s pretty closed-minded socially he takes everything with a sense of amused interest and the spirit of adventure.
He tells outrageous lies when he feels like it, which establishes him as a poor liar. In truth, he is an amazing liar and misdirector, but he is also just as prone to wearing his thoughts on his face-making it hard to tell sincerity from jest.
He is inhumanly strong and fast, and can control Dark Matter to form shields or projectile blasts of energy. He can even form it over his skin at a thought, much like instant armor.
Tease: Carnivorous golems in the shape of butterflies, they feast and breed on corpses. He can use them also as shields or energy blasts. The more they feast and evolve, the stronger they become.
Choice: Tyki can choose for any substance in the world, whether to touch it or not. This means is can do anything from literally walk on air or water, to walking through walls, to reaching into your chest and poking hole in your heart-or taking your heart out entirely without leaving a scratch. It also means normal weapons go right through him. Innocence, however, he cannot “choose” for. It can touch him whether he wants it to or not, and it hurts. But he is also capable of destroying it.
Reject: As part of his choice he can reject the atmosphere in a certain radius, creating his own personal vacuum, but one he can still walk through, with his own personal atmosphere bubble. Or something.
Tentacle Unicorn Form: Unicorns in my pants. When he really snaps or the Noah takes over, Tyki becomes unreasonable-literally. He cannot be reasoned with or talked down in this form, he can only be taken down or run into collapse. But he is much, much faster, stronger, and deadlier. He has full control of dark matter that exits his body like wings, and can be used as tentacles weapons. But it’s pretty much a berserker state. Nothing will get through.
Weaknesses: Innocence hurts him. He can reject anything “of this world” but things not of natural origin, such as Innocence or divine powers can hurt him. Likewise he has to choose to touch things, so if you sneak attack him or hit him with a mental or telekinetic power, he can’t reject it.
He’s also a lazy bum. He’s not educated, he’s not motivated and he’s just plain derp most of the time when left to his own devices. He has no goal, no real sense of self, and he’s being eaten from the inside by his Noah. He resists, but he hardly knows who he is as an individual and his whole life is based around being two people, living a lie.
Defining Quote(s): “I destroy what I love. I love humans.”
“Where are you from?” - “Everywhere! We’re bad-mannered orphans who’ve become wanderers.”
“Too bad boy, I wanted to play cards with you again, if we met while I was in my white form. But right now I’m wandering around killing the people who are connected with a certain man. Boy, are you ‘Allen Walker’?”
“Just make a hole in his heart, Tease. It’s better if this brave lad is given a bit more time before he dies. He will die as he agonizes over the fear invading his body, as his blood pours from his heart. Have a nice dream, boy.”
“Uwaaah~ This is so hot, Earl. And scary~”
“I haven’t set any traps. Didn’t I say there’d be no cheating?”
“As expected, you gotta be evil to have fun.”
“This is giving me the thrills. I’ll break you one more time, and with this hand…! Just like that night. I’ll pluck out your left arm once more, boy. Are you ready?”
Other: Ahaha okay it’s already apparent and canon that he’s batshit fucking psychotic. I do headcanon that his pre-Noah life was rough, he was an orphan, and the Cyril is his real brother. I also headcanon that his affection for Road and Cyril is genuine, and not just his Noah side. To some extent this extends to Lulu Bell and the twins.
Now some about sexuality-I don’t RP sex or ships, but I think Tyki’s complex enough to warrant a note on this. I think he himself is heterosexual, but Joyd, the Noah inside him, is probably pansexual, or asexual. Tyki, as the Noah of Pleasure, has a healthy enough sexual appetite though he’s pickier than you might assume from how he flirts. Why this deserves mention is because of the era he’s from. Even though it’s fictional Victorian times, I headcanon the general social stigma surrounding homosexuality is present in his world. To the point that he would find it disgusting. But, only in men. As a double standard he would find two women hot. And just to make his double standard worse, he has family members, like Cyril, who clearly, canonly want in his pants/the pants of people of the same sex. HE IS OKAY WITH THIS-except the wanting in his own pants, that’s gross, go away. But he wouldn’t condemn Cyril for his homosexual leanings (just go ewww leave me out of it) where he would condemn a stranger. Even better, because of Joyd he might one day even feel sexual urges towards men. This would freak him the hell out if it happened, and his initial reaction would likely be to kill/attempt to kill/cut off contact with any male who made him feel funny in the pants. Or he may just not react at all. If he likes someone enough before finding out they’re gay, he may not condemn them, but he would still find it fucking weird and gross.
Obviously Tyki’s views aren’t mine. But they are worth noting because of how convoluted and bigoted/self-serving they are. To make it all even more awkward he tends to say rather suggestive, or homoerotic things, to Allen from time to time. I factor this mostly as him just being fucking creepy when he’s being evil, as I do not perceive him having any sexual attraction towards Allen, though he is obviously obsessed with and intrigued by him.
On a similar topic, sex is not his only vice. I interpret Pleasure very broadly-he enjoys most things as much as he enjoys sex-gambling, drinking, eating, smoking, a night out with friends, a fun conversation. He likes living, he enjoys life to the fullest. And part of that is also fighting. Oh he loves killing. It’s better than sex or drugs. Better than anything. And is therefore addictive, so he has to pace himself or he’ll lose the white side of himself that he loves. Thus why he tries to practice self-control, even when he wants to kill someone.
There are things he wouldn’t ever try, just because he has no interest in them. Rape, not because of any personal ethics, but because he likes to keep his sex separate from violence, he prefers not to blur the lines too much, and so he’ll never force sex. Most drugs don’t interest him much. Likewise wealth and fame. He doesn’t want children, he doesn’t want to settle down. He won’t fuck a child, and he’s equally uninterested in animals. But he is a hedonist, so if someone suggests something that catches his fancy, he’ll do it just to see what it’s like.
I also headcanon some things about the Noah Joyd-that it feeds on Tyki’s base instincts and encourages them. I think Tyki is half Joyd but not all gone, in that his desire to live a human life reflects his lingering humanity/original self. I believe Joyd can manifest itself, and somewhat that the two can communicate under the right circumstances. I think Tyki is still suppressing Joyd unconsciously to the best of his abilities.
Action Writing Sample:
[There is a dark skinned, dark haired person tapping the Hitomi screen, far too close up for anything more than the detail of an eyebrow and some of a forehead visible. The voice is deep and masculine, a little bemused.]
My my, what’s this?
[The Hitomi is flipped over, and displays a wonderful view of a man’s dress shoe and some dirt and rocks.]
Some kind of device? Perhaps a golem? [More tapping noises and the view tilts again, showing sky. The man’s voice gets soft and speculative as he muses.]
More importantly, why were you in my pocket? And where am I?
Third Person Writing Sample:
Control was important, in games. There had to be rules, and you had to mostly obey them, even if you cheated at times.
There was something, Tyki had to muse, that was purely visceral about killing. It was an instinct so deep it barely had words. It was like lust. There was a drive that took hold and made it better than sex. Better than breathing, the need to kill. It was absolutely addicting to take a human life, to feel the heat slowly fade, to see in your hands the heart pump . Like a drug, it could easily sublimate all other pleasures in life, until one was nothing but a slave to that desire, that rush, that high.
That was why control was so important.
If he lost it, if he lost his control, he’d lose himself in that excitement. Lose himself for good. And that was fun, at times. But it wasn’t everything. He couldn’t afford to become a mindless junky. There was no satisfaction in becoming hopelessly addicted. That would be no better than an Akuma. He wouldn’t be human anymore. He wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t be able to wake up in the morning under a pile of limbs-warm, living limbs. Clothed, family limbs. The bodies of his wandering brothers, Momo, Crack, Ease. The little band he belonged to. He wouldn’t be able to drink coffee with them, if he lost himself. Or gamble away the day’s earnings in fixed games of cheating. That would disappear.
And he was a greedy man. He wanted everything. He wanted both. He wanted the light side, and the dark. He wanted that morning with coffee and friends, and he wanted to stalk the night like an evil god, indulging on death and the look of fear in the eyes of the dying. He needed both. Or he wouldn’t be himself.
So he needed a balance. He had to keep a line in the sand. A semblance of control. It wasn’t easy. He lived to indulge in his whims, and they changed moment to moment. But he had his personal rules, his little games with himself, the tests. Forcing himself to resist an impulse here, a desire there. Don’t kill that one. Obey these rules, this time. Sometimes it even worked. Sometimes.
And sometimes, well. He was a man of pleasure, after all. And there was such pleasure to be had in obeying an impulse to kill.
These were all idle thoughts though, as he pushed his hand into the Exorcist’s chest, phasing past flesh to feel the heart beneath. The man’s Innocence was long since destroyed, and like most Exorcists he was taking his own demise with a sense of grace.
“Do you have any last words? Regrets?” Tyki asked, a sort of courtesy, and a mocking game he played, as his fingers flexed around the heart. This wasn’t one of his targets, but it would feel good to rip out the organ. It would gets his gloves dirty. But he could get a new pair.
“None.” The man answered, and Tyki laughed, ripping the heart out without marring the flesh.
The experience was always new, every time he killed. He could feel his own heart race as the organ beneath his fingers twitched with muscle memory, trying to pump on impulses that weren’t there anymore, trying to keep a body alive that it wasn’t attached to. Trying, in vain. Just like the Exorcist had tried. A good heart, strong, healthy, dead. Just like the man to whom it had belonged.
There really weren’t words to describe the feeling of that power and its addictive properties.
That’s why control was so, so vital. One could lose themselves in it, if they weren’t careful.
Tyki didn’t want to lose himself. That would, in a way, end the fun of the game.