Post by Shiro/Efflit on Oct 10, 2011 18:43:31 GMT -5
CONFIDENTIAL
FILE OF:
SHIGURE, SHIRO
EFFLIT 1431
FILE OF:
EFFLIT 1431
BASIC DETAILS:
PERSONAL INFORMATION:
FULL NAME OF HOST: Shiro Shigure
NAME & DESIGNATION OF YEERK: Efflit 1431
GENDER OF HOST: Male
AGE OF HOST: 32
D.O.B. OF HOST: November 5
HOST'S PHYSICAL PROFILE:
HEIGHT: 5 ft 10 in
WEIGHT: 160 lb
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
DISTINCTIVE FEATURES: None
PSYCH. EVALUATION:
HOST'S EVALUATION:
LIKES:
- Guns
- Explosives
- Blades
- Smoking cigarettes
- Helping people
DISLIKES:
- Criminals
- Bureaucracy
- Intolerance
FEARS:
- Someone losing their life due to his failure
- Centipedes
PERSONALITY:
Shiro's personality revolves around a strong sense of respect and duty. Especially when concerning military matters. He respects the orders of those above him and expects the same respect to be shown by those below him. While he may occasionally disagree with a higher up and voice his disagreement, he will still respect their final decision and go along with orders he is given.
Even though he will follow orders completely, he has been known to interpret them creatively and add to them when necessary. Especially if it was in order to avoid red tape or to do things more humanely. He doesn't mind collateral damage as long as that damage doesn't include lives of innocent bystanders.
Even in his free time, Shiro enjoys spending time working on mastering his skills. Before being enslaved, he would follow an exorcise routine and practice marksmanship whenever he could manage. He would also regularly attend classes and seminars to stay current with his knowledge of explosives. Shiro has interest in blade and hand-to-hand combat as well, but never put as much effort into learning to wield melee weapons.
After becoming enslaved, Shiro became withdrawn from the world and tries to emotionally distance himself from the mind of his enslaver, Efflit 1431. He has been unable to break Efflit's hold over him physically, and so mostly just tries to make him question himself. He attempts to use psychological warfare, which he can never truly hope to be successful with. How can you psych out someone who can read your mind?
YEERK'S EVALUATION:
LIKES:
- Using his resources
- Having clear goals
- Achieving those goals
DISLIKES:
- Relying on others
- Being made out to be the bad guy
- Unhealthy habits
FEARS:
- Failing The One
PERSONALITY:
Efflit 1431 is a real do-it-yourself go-getter. He doesn't like to order people around to do his jobs for him. He likes to be out in the action getting his hands dirty. He is not afraid to put his life on the line if he thinks it will bring him success, but not to the point of foolishness.
While he does have some underlings, he treats them as if they are just another resource. And in Efflit's mind, all resources are meant to be spent and used to their fullest potential. Especially when carrying out the will of The One.
As for his host, Efflit keeps him under an iron grip, shamelessly using his host's knowledge, skills, and abilities as his own.
BACKGROUND:
HOMETOWN OF HOST: Nagasaki, Japan
AFFILIATED WITH: The One Who Is Many. The One Who Is All.
HISTORY OF BOTH:
Shiro Shigure
Shiro was born and Raised in Nagasaki, Japan. When he was old enough, he joined the ranks of Japan's military. He became a skilled marksman and an expert in explosives. Traits which made him a great candidate for one of Japan's elite antiterror forces. It was early during his time as part of this force that the yeerk invasion became known. His actions during those confusing times, as well as his acceptance of the new aliens who were present on earth after the invasion, were what got Shiro his next job offer.
Three years after the invasion, when Shiro was twenty nine, he was asked to attend classes to become part of a sort of international antiterror force. The classes would be taught by none other than Jake Berenson, the living legend. He would instruct them on how best to use the morphing abilities they were to be given.
Naturally Shiro accepted. The class was only half finished when Jake asked their class for volunteers for an unauthorized mission. Like most others in the class, Shiro volunteered his help, but was not among those chosen to accompany Jake on his mission.
It was a year later that The One arrived on earth and a new invasion began. Shiro did all he could to aid in resistance efforts. Unfortunately, during one such resistance effort Shiro was knocked unconscious. When he awoke he found himself alive, but with the addition of an unwanted guest in his head.
Efflit 1431
Efflit was born during the first invasion of Earth in the ground-based yeerk pool. Before it was destroyed, however, he was transfered to a holding tank in Visser One's blade ship. When the blade ship was stolen by the renegades, Efflit 1431 was still on the ship along with many others.
Over the next few years there was never an opportunity for Efflit to gain his own host, so he spent most of his time reading files on the computer, expanding his knowledge base. Even after they began serving The One, he still received no host. It wasn't until they landed back on Earth that this changed. But it was well worth the wait.
After winning one of the battles against the humans, their people walked among the survivors, killing any that were too wounded to be of use and enslaving the rest. It was an unconscious man that Efflit was given to command. When he touched the man's mind, he knew immediately that this was no mere soldier who fell in battle. This was a trophy of war.
It was a man of deadly skill. A man with the ability to morph. A man who had studied under Jake the Yeerk-Killer himself. And now all of that belonged to Efflit.
Over the next year or so, Efflit proved his worth by using his host's knowledge to help take down military operations from the inside out. He was recently promoted for his successes and given an important duty. He was tasked with the eradication or capture of any and all morphing nuisances.
OTHER NOTES:
PLAY-BY: Sung Kang
Morphs:
- Land: California Quail
- Air: Little Brown Bat
- Battle: Elephant Seal
Numbness.
And pain.
Somehow both were mingling nicely together to cause Drake more discomfort than he could remember in recent memory. As his head swam together from all over his consciousness and reassembled itself, Drake cracked open an eye. All he saw was red. Tiny red crystals. Snowflakes, actually.
"Uhngh." Drake tried to move, but as soon as he did, the pain intensified and almost made him black out. Again.
What happened? Drake asked himself as he tried to recreate a memory. I remember a loud noise. Screaming. And a white wall rushing at my face. Ah, that would be the ground. And the red snowflakes... must be... Oh that is a lot of blood.
Drake's mind was starting to get fuzzy again, and even through the befuddlement he knew it probably wasn't a good sign. Time to call on that good ole panacea one more time.
Drake thought of the first morph that came to mind. At this point he wasn't going to be picky. Grey fur sprouted from his nose and he could feel, distantly, his toernails becoming claws. Not the changes I need right now, he thought even as he struggled to stay awake. Then he felt a sharp Snap! as his skull fused itself back into one piece. That definitely helped.
Next his spine shortened and his legs were dragged closer to his head. Every time his weight shifted, or a body part realigned, a different body part would scream out in discomfort. But as more changes happened, the pain became less and the transformation became easier.
As the last of the changes took place and Drake felt the animal's instincts sliding up behind his own, he took a moment to look around. Woodchuck vision wasn't the best, but it was good enough for where he was.
He was in a hole. A generally Drake-shaped hole with a floor lined in his own blood. Not a place he felt like staying in.
Drake shuddered involuntarily, then turned around and leapt for the lowest part of the depression's lip. The walls were made mostly of snow, which is probably the only reason he was still alive after being blasted out of a bug fighter. Well, the reason he survived the fall anyway. He would still be dead if it weren't for the morphing ability. It had felt like he had broken almost every bone in his body!
As Drake's little claws pulled him up and out of the hole, he turned his vision skyward. He spotted what he figured was a thick line of smoke and guessed at which direction it was headed in. Drake started walking. He had to try and find Dean.
It probably would have been smarter to change morphs. A bird would have been faster. Heck, he had even acquired a penguin specifically because it was adapted to this sort of environment. But he just couldn't bring himself to return to human form at the moment. All the memories of snapped bones and lacerated skin was still too fresh in his mind.
And so he continued to walk.
But it wasn't long before he saw a bright flash toward the horizon, shortly followed by a resonating "TSEEEWW" sound. It was dracon fire. Big dracon fire. Maybe he would have to rethink his decision not to change morphs after all.
And pain.
Somehow both were mingling nicely together to cause Drake more discomfort than he could remember in recent memory. As his head swam together from all over his consciousness and reassembled itself, Drake cracked open an eye. All he saw was red. Tiny red crystals. Snowflakes, actually.
"Uhngh." Drake tried to move, but as soon as he did, the pain intensified and almost made him black out. Again.
What happened? Drake asked himself as he tried to recreate a memory. I remember a loud noise. Screaming. And a white wall rushing at my face. Ah, that would be the ground. And the red snowflakes... must be... Oh that is a lot of blood.
Drake's mind was starting to get fuzzy again, and even through the befuddlement he knew it probably wasn't a good sign. Time to call on that good ole panacea one more time.
Drake thought of the first morph that came to mind. At this point he wasn't going to be picky. Grey fur sprouted from his nose and he could feel, distantly, his toernails becoming claws. Not the changes I need right now, he thought even as he struggled to stay awake. Then he felt a sharp Snap! as his skull fused itself back into one piece. That definitely helped.
Next his spine shortened and his legs were dragged closer to his head. Every time his weight shifted, or a body part realigned, a different body part would scream out in discomfort. But as more changes happened, the pain became less and the transformation became easier.
As the last of the changes took place and Drake felt the animal's instincts sliding up behind his own, he took a moment to look around. Woodchuck vision wasn't the best, but it was good enough for where he was.
He was in a hole. A generally Drake-shaped hole with a floor lined in his own blood. Not a place he felt like staying in.
Drake shuddered involuntarily, then turned around and leapt for the lowest part of the depression's lip. The walls were made mostly of snow, which is probably the only reason he was still alive after being blasted out of a bug fighter. Well, the reason he survived the fall anyway. He would still be dead if it weren't for the morphing ability. It had felt like he had broken almost every bone in his body!
As Drake's little claws pulled him up and out of the hole, he turned his vision skyward. He spotted what he figured was a thick line of smoke and guessed at which direction it was headed in. Drake started walking. He had to try and find Dean.
It probably would have been smarter to change morphs. A bird would have been faster. Heck, he had even acquired a penguin specifically because it was adapted to this sort of environment. But he just couldn't bring himself to return to human form at the moment. All the memories of snapped bones and lacerated skin was still too fresh in his mind.
And so he continued to walk.
But it wasn't long before he saw a bright flash toward the horizon, shortly followed by a resonating "TSEEEWW" sound. It was dracon fire. Big dracon fire. Maybe he would have to rethink his decision not to change morphs after all.
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