Mononoke
Pet Name: Mononoke
Owner: dreamcatcher
Theme / Type: Terror Ahbruis
Born: January 2, 2012
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
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The word itself is a bit of a complicated thing. Some say that a mononoke is a great beast or god-like creature; some believe it to be an unbearably powerful spirit, the origins either beastial or human; others claim one to be a collection of evil of all sorts with a live body, flesh and bone a mere husk to serve as base for the manifested terrors. All are considered to be true, as no one term holds more fact over the other. A mononoke is a terrible thing to chance an encounter with, and certainly not something one should make their toy in attempts to befall others. They will have a mind of their own and make their own choices, no matter what.
However, for one family, it was the perfect choice of weapon to release upon an enemy clan.
Roi's household was the said target when the other clan decided to finally claim revenge over two decades ago. Despite it being more... modern times, dark arts and magics were very much still a part of the day to day activities of both families. Instigating an attack that wold unleash forces of power this extreme was certainly no exception to such sorcery. It took nearly a full year before the plan was ready to put into action, or more specifically, that was how long it took for the assailant to collect enough spirits and beasts for what was to be done. The struggle that took place would be unforgettable to all - even the initial reason for revenge would be forgotten as the attack was rendered upon Noroi's family.
Not that there would be anyone left to recall a reason when the entire course of action came to a close.
It was a seemingly 'normal' night when their world was cast in a coat of crimson. Crisp autumn breeze. A waning, hardly memorable moon; a scythe against the vast array of stars that glittered around it. Clear skies unmarred by even the wispiest of clouds or typical fall fog. The spindly old crone whom had harvested the liaison of death snuck into Roi's house easily enough and would have had an utterly successful mission if it were not for a mysterious, unwanted trail of red splatters that followed him. It was the wife of the estate that noticed his flaw and alerted the others, giving her family enough time to hide, and overall, gave her husband enough time to think over what was happening and make the ultimate mistake that would seal their fate in the worst possible way. The sorcerer lumbered across sleek hardwood floors in search of his target, one leg thudding lamely behind as the trail of blood grew thicker - another sign of an early failed plan. This was not going well, but it was too late to turn back now.
As if he could have, considering how little control over his body he currently had.
Suddenly, the screen door that closed off the targeted family from the murderer slammed open, splintering upon collision with the wooden frame and melding against it instead of bouncing back like it originally would. The sheer power of the action should have been a red flag, but such detail went unnoticed by the wide-eyed hoard of people backing away from death. A roar of laughter exploded from the man's lips, corners of his mouth tearing while he lunged forward, more blood trickling from new wounds and adding to the plethora of liquid which already seeped from his body. Pain laced the edges of the sound as they passed through thin walls, loud smacks against the floor accompanying him as he picked up speed, hands blurred in motion as he began the rite of malice and aimed for the man of choice. It was now or never. Roi's father abruptly jerked him out from under his wife's grasp, somehow prying her from a white-knuckled protective grip before facing Roi's back towards the demonic man, protecting himself from the attack and sacrificing his youngest child in order to do what he thought was best for his family.
Screams turned into screeches powerful enough to tear vocal chords. Flesh ripped as if it were thinner than paper. Seas of red and crimson showered those left alive and drenched the entire room as the massive, dark entity tore from the sorcerer's body and left his body like a maimed husk on the floor, deafening howls acknowledging the transfer of the mononoke from one person to the next. The child's relentless sobs calmed a hair when the old man's fingers finally released him and slipped down his back, falling alongside the rest of his corpse and leaving behind an intricate seal that would forever be invisible to the two year old. His mother's sobs matched his own as she flailed weak fists upon her husband, who was locked in a blind stare of shock and utter fear at his son. His two other children scrambled back from Roi and shook uncontrollably before fleeing to the smallest crannies of the house to hide together.
It became obvious by looking at the lifeless body that was their attacker that the urn on his back - where the mononoke was supposed to be released - hadn't carried the spirits for quite some time. They had broken past the barrier intended to protect the sorcerer and claimed his body as his own, and how he managed to maintain consciousness and perform his duty at all was an anomaly.
For some reason, Roi's father had thought it would be better to enslave the mononoke to his son instead of himself. He still had duties to fufill and a much more important role in the family than the toddler. That made sense, right? ...Right? His original thoughts melted away as he flung his boy onto the floor and ran away, stumbling and screaming to the garden while his wife lay crumpled and metaphorically dying of a broken heart on the now rust-colored floor. Her son lay trembling and alone, mouth hanging open as his body began to convulse with the fact of what it had become, alone from that point on in a cruel, hard world.
That was only the beginning.
It was perhaps a week into 'recovery' when the first attack occurred. Odd stares had just began to ebb from his family's faces when the spirits within him stirred, easily taking control over his feeble mind and form and animating him to their will. He grabbed knives, blunt objects - anything that the mononoke thought would give him the ability to kill the others around him. Eventually, after some close encounters, the family locked him up into a private shed on their property, feeding him and caring for him there in hopes that solitary confinement away from much social interaction would do him good. Things only got worse. He was still a little boy that needed attention and more care than the occasional visit from his mother, and being deprived of such things weakened his mind. At night, echoed howls and shrill cries of despair filled the air, wandering into the house and terrorizing his family. He was in agony and suffering, and the mononoke made sure they knew it.
A month at most had passed before it was decided Roi would be killed. His father, mentally dead already and ridden with the weight and guilt of what had befallen his family, only saw the grief-stricken face of his son whenever he wanted to exterminate the boy before that moment in time, making the deed impossible for him to carry out. However, it was making everyone else insane by keeping him alive. A gun he'd purchased the day prior hung in his hand as he opened the door to the shed where his son was being held, sweat beading his forehead as he paled at the sight of the child. Nothing but a walking corpse stood before him. Despite ample amounts of food from his mother, he had not eaten. Clothes were refused to be changed unless the woman did it for him, grungy fabric hanging off his tiny, dirt-caked body, which seemed to refuse to be cleaned despite baths. The only sign of vivacity were the round, intense golden eyes that bored into his own, unmoving and pooling with confusion, terror, curiosity, and the faintest of dire intentions. Shaking, his father raised the machine of wrath and aimed it at his son's forehead, clammy hands finding it hard to locate the trigger.
It was the only time that he hoped the mononoke would take control and attempt to claim his life, giving him reason to fire. But only he and his son were the occupants of the thinly slatted shed in those uncertain moments. A mixture between a whimper and a half-sob wretched from his father's lips as he threw the gun to the side, snatched up the boy, and stole away to the car to drive far, far away from that place.
If he couldn't kill him, he'd leave him to die and let the course of nature do it for him.
It took a day entirely for the trip to be completed, and without so much as a pause to give his youngest child a goodbye glance, he tied a slip of paper to the boy's ankle and dumped him at the beginning steps of an ancient temple, arms and legs bound. He left without saying a word, tires screeching as he tore away from the location. Call him crazy, but he felt as if a large presence had been lifted, albeit temporarily, from his shoulders...
...while the two year old's mind imprinted the smell of burnt rubber into his feeble mind, a scent that would never be forgotten and become disgusting evermore.
Thankfully, his wailing a few hours after the incident attracted the attention of the monks who took residency at the temple. They took him in without hesitation, unknowing of who or what he was. The child awkwardly hung in their arms, not sure how to handle such physical interaction. All the monks knew at the time regarding the boy's situation was the one word inscribed on the paper tied to him, and although the meaning was foreboding, it stuck, giving him a new name.
Noroi.
Name; Noroi
Nickname; Roi, sometimes.
Gender; Male
Age; 21
Orientation; Straight
Status; Potentially forever alone.
Occupation; Doesn't really apply.
Appearance;
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Personality;
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Adopted from the lovely Vixie. <3
If ever lost, please cage and return to dreamcatcher.
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