Yoru Kyougi

(An adaptation of Yoru Kurai, that was just too different to smush together.)

"I will give you death. I will let you feel my pain. I will take everything you have, and I will give it to the least deserving."​

Name: Yoru Kyougi Villain Nickname: The Doctor Age: 17 Gender: Male Description: A lanky Japanese boy, Yoru has the typical round face, round nose, thick black hair, and dark eyes. He is rather unexceptional in looks, otherwise, standing at an average 5'6" and getting to be somewhat well-muscled. His skin is of the naturally darker variety. He keeps a pair of headphones around his neck, though no one's ever seen him use them, and has a number of tattoos on his body, the main one being a large dragon on his back, but most of the rest being more abstract, tribal design. They are mostly on his torso and back and therefore hidden, but some can be seen on his arms when he wears T-shirts.

Personality: Yoru is selfish, paranoid, and lazy. Although he appears reckless and careless, he needs to have a sense of control over every situation he finds himself in. He appears to heavily dislike people, and can do horrific things to people without batting an eye, but at other times shows strong empathy with others. His ability to dissociate from his strong empathy, combined with a rigid, black-and-white sense of morality form the basic recipe for a nearly sadistic vigilante, and he only respects the law insofar as he needs to to avoid drawing attention. He rarely makes the first move in bad situations, but will hold grudges long-term and express his resentment through violence.

His favorite hobbies are brooding angstily and watching and rewatching anime. He tends to get lost in his own thoughts and has rather morbid views on humanity as a whole, but finds some enjoyment in the ridiculous and idealized qualities of anime and manga, which he also particularly likes because hearing his native language reminds him of a better time in his life, when he was a kid. He is always serious, rarely smiles, avoids physical contact or displays of affection violently, and tends to respond with as few words as possible.

History: Yoru Kyougi was born the second of two sons. His father, was a renowned researcher, who had received his doctorate in Abstract Physics from Harvard. His mother, on the other hand, was not only a stay-at-home mom but also the daughter and successor of a school of Iaido - a martial arts focusing on the use of the sword. Hikaru Kyougi, Yoru's older brother by eight years, inherited both traits from his parents. The swordsmanship came naturally to him, and his performance in school earned him recognition from his teachers. Despite his accomplishments, he was well-liked and known for being humble, well-spoken, and friendly. By the time he was six, quiet, solitary, average little Yoru had heard the phrase "when your brother was your age" more times than he could count. His brother was sixteen, and he eight, when it all began to go wrong.

It started small. His brother began to withdraw from his friends and the rest of the family, and his grades began dropping. He started talking to people who weren't there, and his sentences would sometimes come out oddly, ideas not quite following one another logically. And then there were the episodes. He'd grow terrified of things that didn't make any sense, and cower in his room, scribbling frantically on the wall. Or he'd leave the house when no one was paying attention and show up miles away, butt naked in the middle of nowhere.

His parents became distraught and argued constantly about what to do with him, which only seemed to make things worse. Finally, unable to take the constant fighting anymore and growing more and more afraid of her own son, Yoru's mother left the house. Though she returned after a couple of weeks, it sparked a trend of her running away and returning that continued for almost two years, until they two eventually settled on a divorce.

On the day they signed the divorce papers, Hikaru went missing. Yoru wasn't sure whether to hate his brother for that or be grateful. Throughout the years of his brother's illness, he had been forced to be the good boy. His parents had ignored him even more then before, he had had to watch over his brother when his parents argued in the living room, as if the two of them couldn't hear it, as if his brother's condition wasn't aggravated by it. He was forced to play nursemaid and orphan while going through the stresses of school. If only the rest of them knew what it was like to be devalued his whole life while holding the rest of the family together by a thread. Even after his mother took him after the divorce, she spent all of her time worrying about Hikaru. Where was Hikaru? Was Hikaru okay? What had happened to their perfect, promising, model son?

Most days, he could pretend it didn't bother him. It was, after all, his responsibility to cater to the needs of his family. So, when he caught sight of his brother while leaving school one day, he only hesitated for a moment before chasing him. That was where he was when the first Rift opened, chasing his crazy brother through the streets on the edge of Sacramento. His parents were deeper into the city when it happened and he assumed they were both killed during the blast. He and his brother, however, weren't so lucky. After the earth-shattering crack in reality, a disoriented Yoru found himself clinging to consciousness with ringing ears and a searing pain in his chest. Trying to take a breath caused the pain in his chest to flare, and he realized something was wrong with his ribs. The longer he managed to stay awake, the more he realized was wrong with him. His left arm was twisted at an odd angle and a trickle of blood tickled the back of his neck. The surroundings were destroyed, and the only fact he could latch onto was that his brother was lying next to him, passed out, but clearly breathing normally.

And that was when all of Yoru's old bitterness spilled into full-fledged rage. This was all his brother's fault. Yoru was going to die because his brother had led him to an explosion, and the stupid, hopeless madman was going to get away with some bruises. He didn't deserve his good fortune. He didn't deserve to live. With his one good arm, Yoru grabbed his brother by the lapel weakly. He wasn't sure why he did it, but that was when it happened. A flash of light darted from his hand, and he found himself breathing normally, the pain instantly subsiding to the dull throbs of bruises and cuts. His brother, on the other hand, began to cough, blood suddenly spreading across his shirt.

Waiting for the paramedics with his newly healed lungs, Yoru began to process what had happened. By the time people came to rescue them, he had worked it out. As they carted him through the hospital with the other survivors, he took advantage of every bit of his power. He exchanged his broken arm with a good one, transferred his head wound to a dying patient who had been speared through the gut. By the time the doctors checked him out, he was one of the healthiest people there.

His brother died that day from badly broken lungs, but hearing that news only brought twelve-year-old Yoru satisfaction. He may as well have killed his brother, and he had gotten away with it. But he was only able to revel in his new power for a short while, before he was shipped off to the Jackson Detention and Research Center. Those running tests on him found him difficult to handle at first, because he would simply give whatever torture they enacted on him straight back to his testers, but they quickly found that removing the human element was enough to prevent him using his powers. Pain became a daily routine, but though they administered new tests all the time, that consistent element of pain became a comforting constant. Even when there was nothing and no one else, there would always be pain, of one sort or another. And that pain could be turned into anger, and that anger could one day - oh yes, one day - be turned into vengeance.

He was right, too.

The day they escaped from the facility, Yoru took his chance, transferring the injuries of one warden being eaten alive to an uninjured man. Transferring the burns of one onto another just before the first one was stabbed with a cattle prod. He took his time to spread around the misery, and enjoyed every second of it. After the escape, Yoru found it difficult at first, but he discovered that his powers had certain... interesting set of applications. A joking nickname he had gotten in the detention center - the Doctor - turned into a quiet rumor he found useful to spread around. The poor of the streets went to him believing he could heal any illness, any wound, and for the right sum of money, he did. Or rather, he transferred whatever condition it was to a more unfortunate soul. His services weren't always cheap, but far cheaper and far quicker than the hospital. He supplemented that with the occasional robbery, but kept his thefts small.

Constantly on the move, living off of the money the bottom of society could provide him, Yoru got by for four years with his main possessions being the clothes on his back, a duffel bag of anime DVDs and toiletries, and an ancient computer he had stolen. When the news of James Morrison and Daniel Mayhew came about, well, Yoru was bored, and he still remembered what he'd endured, and how it had felt to destroy those who had done it to him. Not to mention, he was already in the area.

Distortion: Transfer State. Yoru has the ability to transfer physical states between people. This is almost always physical wounds, but can extend to illnesses and strong feelings of pain. Transfer of wounds, which is the easiest, needs to be specific. That is to say, he cannot just transfer someone's entire physical state to another person. And when, for instance, he gave his broken ribs to his brother, he received in return the bruises and scrapes this brother's chest had endured. It is easiest to transfer wounds between himself and other people in either direction (more difficult to transfer wounds between two other people), and deep wounds or older ones (for instance very old scars) are more difficult to transfer. If, for instance, a bullet or shrapnel is embedded in the flash, he cannot move it, because it is only the wound itself that he can transfer, and in this case, attempting to do so would likely be very painful for the person with the bullet in them, as a fresh wound would be made anew from it. Fatal wounds can be transferred, but are almost always very deep and therefore more difficult unless it's from himself to someone else.

He cannot transfer states to and from dead people, and illnesses are difficult unless they are benign, localized cancer or bacterial aggregates, or physical damage such as burns, including sunburns, or radiation poisoning. What he can do easily with illnesses is transfer them incompletely, reducing symptoms at least for a while, which is a disclaimer he makes. The easiest and most natural ability is to transfer wounds from himself to others, which he can do regardless of depth or location on the body. There are some indications he may be able to tap into people's sensations in general as well, but he hasn't managed that yet, if so.

Limitation: In addition to the staggered difficulty of things to transfer, Yoru's power depends on proximity and line of sight, and does not translate well to gun fights or any other situation where he is far from the target. It is always instantaneous, but not terribly versatile, and overexerting himself with his power can result in fatigue, nausea, vertigo, memory loss, and/or loss of consciousness.