Meiji

Assumed Name : Meiji : 明治 : めいじ
Birth Name : Miyamoto Sachi : 宮本幸 : みやもとさち
Age : 28
Birthday : December 5
Gender : Male
Species : Human
Nationality : Japanese
Birth Place / Hometown : Sapporo, Japan
Category : Citizen
Occupation : Mercenary / Surgeon


Appearance Description : Meiji stands at six feet and four inches tall and has an athletic build. His hair is white but the ends are pink and flare in a floral arrangement, with the bangs over his left eye having sprouted an actual peach blossom. The flower hides the fact that his eyes are mismatched. While his right eye is amber, the other is light grey. All of this is the result of distant supernatural heritage. He is fair-skinned, with a tendency to remain so even when under sunlight for long periods of time.

In order to hide some of the more noticeable aspects of his appearance, Meiji often dons more modern clothes when in the normal world or when "on the job." This often consists of finding a suit and a nice hat to tuck away his hair somewhere. And closed-toe shoes. He does prefer wearing clothes inspired by traditional styles but sometimes it's simply not feasible. Often times, he will retain the bell tied into his hair regardless, however. From time to time, he carries a white fan printed with peach blossoms.



Worst Memory: He came home one day to find that his parents had divorced without him knowing and that everything was prepared for he and his mother to move out on that very day.

Best Memory: The first time he received a paycheck, he actually cried out of joy. This is also a very embarrassing memory for him.

Likes: Money, mushrooms, melons, magic, music, morons, museums, mornings, mountains, mysteries, men, murder

Dislikes: Being poor, bad employers, law enforcement, geniuses, kill stealers

Weaknesses: Arrogant, carefree, proud, sentimental

Strengths: Patient, level-headed, quick-thinking, dexterous

Fears: Being permanently tied down, something happening to his family

Habits/Hobbies: Stalking people, cooking, writing haikus, gardening

Skills / Talents: ER surgery, emergency aid, poisoning, foraging, deception, making incense, perfumery

Meiji alternates between killing people for a living and saving them. Though previously an ER doctor, he quickly began to take money to treat certain patients less effectively, which eventually led to flat out killing them in the middle of operations. He is definitely not the nicest person around and cares only about himself and making as much money as possible (to support his parents and their families, who all believe he's simply gone abroad to work in some international hospital). He is normally emotionally distant from people while generally being nosy and intrusive with their everyday lives, trying to pick them clean of any relevant information. On his part, Meiji tends to switch backstories every hour or so, to keep people guessing.

A liar at heart, Meiji has perfected the art of remaining calm under pressure and suppressing the subtle bits of body language that normally signal deception. Actually, he's pretty much eternally calm with hints of emotion seeping a bit through it. It's not that deep of a mask considering that he was already a lot like that to begin with. He's surprisingly patient for somebody who likes being constantly active with something and exudes a professional demeanor even if he also comes across as a little too arrogant and carefree. He is extremely confident in himself and takes pride in being able to complete assignments to the word. Capable and careful, he does have a tendency to take a few more risks than normal whenever he gets comfortable in a situation.



Discovered when: His powers gradually grew as he did but for the most part, his parents knew since his birth that he would have magic of some sort.

Discovered how: The full head of hair with little flower-like ends kind of have it away once he was born.

How/Why they have it: Meiji's powers are an inheritance from both of his families. His maternal family is descended from kami while his paternal family has a long history of minor powers cropping up every few generations.

Ancestral Blessing: Grave Blossoms - As the descendent of the kami of a peach grove, Meiji has inherited some of his ancestor's power, with a lengthened lifespan, unusually good health, and the ability to completely understand the language of the peach kami. In addition, his very aura has a faint but distinct supernatural feel.

Ascending Son
All spirits and those especially attuned to nature will be able to detect Meiji's supernatural ancestry and he in turn would be able to sense their presence. The feel of his aura has been described as a quiet, shady grove quite in contrast to his chosen name. Trees, especially peach trees, have a tendency to claim him as their own by helping him in small ways. If he is hiding from pursuers, the trees might lower their branches to help block the path he had taken or lift their roots a few inches to trip oncoming enemies. They will generally not break any part of themselves intentionally, however. Vegetation in areas where he passes through will, if a person observes very carefully, be a little livelier than it had been before.

Enlightened Minister
Meiji is able to hear the language of plants but this does not necessarily equate to comprehension. Out of all the plants in the world, he can only completely understand peach trees and the other species in their particular genus, though those in the latter category will seem to have accented voices. For other trees, he might understand some broken bits of language here and there but certainly nothing fluent. For all other plants, he can only understand the intentions of their language and vague expressions like happiness or fear.

Luminous Elder
Because of the divine blood in his veins, Meiji can expect a lifespan of several centuries and graceful aging. He is immune to plant based poisons and will never be found with a bruise, much less a cold. He heals a little faster than the average human, mostly immune to illnesses and capable of shedding bruises within seconds. That doesn't mean, however, that the bruise would be really completely healed. Just the few layers on the surface would be and the rest would be gone in a day or so. Injuries that actually break the skin, his bones, and affect his organs would not be healed nearly as easily and still will take several weeks to recover from. He is no stronger or faster than a normal human being.

Unfettered Companion
In the blink of an eye, Meiji is able to turn into a mass of peach blossom petals and travel on the wind. An obvious limitation on this is that there has to be a noticeable wind to work. In addition, though the petals will manage to maintain a sort of cloud while traveling, each individual one is still completely vulnerable to such things such as fire. On a lazy wind, they are quite easy to catch and damage, which will harm Meiji in turn.

Vigilant Brother
The flower growing from Meiji's hair actually functions as a third eye of sorts, completely able to perceive spirits and other supernatural creatures not normally visible to the human eye. The flower, in addition, has perfect 360 degree vision. Though he always tries to pass it off as an accessory or simply some useless biological quirk, the truth is that the flower is pretty important and also a pain to regrow. It can be removed in the same way as normal hair can be - via cutting or ripping. Growing one of these flowers back can take up to a month and he can only have one of them at a time.

Ancestral Will: Poisoner's Perfumery - Meiji is a rare member of his paternal family to have actually inherited powers. Currently, he is the only member of that family whose magic has manifested. Supplemented by his maternal bloodline, this magic has been shaped into an odd hybrid of plant manipulation and telepathy.

Part of the reason why Meiji is such a talented perfumer is because he is able to twist natural scents into psychic association with the language of plants. For example, if he uses a particular mixture of scents, a person smelling it would be able to hear a telepathic message roughly translating it into something understandable. The greater the number of scents present, the more complex and detailed the message can be. A single scent might convey only a vague feeling so twenty would convey a great deal more. However, the process can be tricky because if the scents do not compliment each other, the message will be muddled.

From time to time, Meiji will coax a plant to give up its flower so that he may seal a perfume into it, resulting in the flower closing up its petals. When another person touches it, the flower will open up and release just enough scent for a single delivery of the message. If he wants to be very specific about who can hear the message, Meiji can add some of the person's scent to the flower before the perfume is applied. This would involve literally going up to said person and wiping off some of their sweat to take away.

A less benign version of this, however, is that Meiji is able to poison scents. When standard poisoning won't due, he can telepathically align scents with triggers that will negatively affect the human body. A bouquet of sunflowers could sit in a room for days, slowly convincing a person's body to have a fatal heart attack. A corsage worn to a wedding could make the wearer feel more hostile and paranoid to everybody they encounter that day. The more a person is exposed to the scents, the more extreme the results will be. An easy way to avoid this would be to simply put the flowers somewhere else but few people make the connection between their troubles and that bright vase of blossoms sitting on the dining room table. Like with the message flowers, he is able to key the scents to respond to only a single person by infusing their own scent with it.

Evidence of foul play is normally nearly impossible to find but a person who thinks to look might find some mild psychic influence in the affected person's mind. If the person has died, however, well. That would be a different story.



Father : Miyamoto Eikichi : 宮本栄吉 : みやもとえいきち
Mother : Kojima Junko : 小嶋淳子 : こじまじゅんこ
Stepfather: Kurose Shigeki : 黒瀬茂喜 : くろせしげき
Stepmother: Satake Sumiko : 佐竹澄子 : さたけすみこ
Stepsiblings: Numerous

Childhood: Meiji was born Miyamoto Sachi to a nonmagical father and a self-taught magical mother. His parents had been childhood friends both born to single mothers who had been widowed when their husbands had died in the same freak boating accident. Unified by their grief, the women became great friends and, seeing how well their barely teenage-aged children got along, decided to promise them to each other in the hopes that they could find a happier life together. At the age of eighteen, Miyamoto Eikichi married nineteen year-old Kojima Junko and joined her at university where they both fell deeply into their studies.

Though they were close enough to easily pass as boyfriend and girlfriend, the reality of being married to each other did not set in until the third year, when Junko realized that she was pregnant. It was at that time that the pressures of actually maintaining a marriage in addition to caring for an unplanned child who would certainly be magical began to affect them. There was no doubt that they would keep the child but two months after graduation and just one month after giving birth, Junko was beginning to feel restless. She was the older one in the couple, after all, and had expected to find a job in order to secure their futures. Instead of two unemployed students fresh out of school, there would be only one. But now she was a stay at home mother with a wailing baby to take care of and no source of income.

By the time Eikichi had graduated, Junko was frustrated by the dead end her life seemed to have turned into. She tried to persuade Eikichi to allow her to give Sachi to their mothers to raise instead but Eikichi refused, feeling ashamed of the fact that they had already met with financial and marital troubles. Soon after, Eikichi found a part-time job while still maintaining the hope of finding a "real" career in the near future. Junko stayed at home bitterly, though remained a loving mother to her son. After all, it was her no-good husband's fault for getting them into this mess, not their baby's. Ironically, Eikichi's thoughts ran in a similar vein regarding her.

The marriage remained strained as Sachi grew up and became more strained over time. Though he had the full love and support of both parents and his two grandmothers, the growing rift between his mother and father spilled over into his home life, leaving a distinct feeling of coldness despite the warmth they both showed him. Once Sachi was in primary school, Junko leaped at the chance to finally get a job, any job, and received an unremarkable one as a supermarket cashier. Now that his parents both had jobs, Sachi saw less and less of them. His father went through lines of work quickly, jumping from one to another in the search of something bigger and brighter but only managing to pull himself up by a single step each time. His mother, meanwhile, now hay d a stable job already at the end of its potential.

With the time he had alone now, Sachi mostly spent time among nature, listening to the languages out there that few others could hear and growing in his power. Though there was love between him and his grandmothers, neither of them shared his magic and he found their elderly affection stifling at times. A little after his tenth birthday, he received a letter from Starlight Academy and, in a fit of fear and childish ignorance, burned it. He never spoke of it to his parents, fearing that if they sent him away, the family would break apart immediately.

The years passed one with the thought in the back of his mind that everything could just end.

Teenage Years : Sachi was right. At the age of fourteen, he found his parents sitting quietly at the dining room table one day. They were holding hands, for once not fighting. Then, with more unity than he had ever remembered seeing, the two of them announced their divorce. For fear of what he would do, they had carried on their negotiations in secret. Everything had been finalized just that day.

Suddenly, there was a flurry of things. That was all he could describe it as, just a bunch of things. His parents had been thorough in their preparations and all that he had to do was mindlessly follow along with their instructions. The entire family shuffled itself into different sets. His grandmothers, having lived together all of these years, now separated with each one moving in with her own child. He and his mother packed up and left for what he had always thought was his grandmothers' apartment. Now it was simply home.

Throughout high school, Sachi was driven by the mad desire to make money and lots of it. That was the main problem behind his parents' marriage, after all. They had been perfectly willing to fall in love with each other but in the end it all came down to some bits of paper and a handful of coins to make the relationship implode on itself. He would be a doctor, he decided, and he would be the best one possible. The most successful doctors made the most money. Common, obvious logic. He ate it right up and in turn, studying consumed his life. Entire days were spent out in the branches of some tree as he ruthlessly tore through textbook upon textbook. Though not a genius, his hard work paid off and he was accepted to a medical program right out of high school. Sometime during the rush, his mother married a decent man that Sachi automatically labeled bland for the fault of not being his father. In an abstract way, he knew that their awareness of his apathy hurt them but he couldn't be bothered with that.

The trees were merely glad to have him there. They were simple beings, not at all like humans.

Adult Years : University was hell but Sachi had been expecting that. Studying had so melded into his idea of everyday life that he just went on the way as he always had, learning on autopilot with disregard for most everything else. The world was shaped like the bones he learned to set in the ER -it was his apartment, the hospital, and the road in between. That was all there was and if sometimes he daydreamed that the sidewalks were made of gold then who would know anyways?

He went through the program, he graduated, his father married another woman and now both of his parents had children with their new spouses. Those events did not necessarily happen in that order but it was the sequence of most to least importance in his mind. Compared with his parents, he managed to find a decent job in a ludicrously short amount of time. For a while, he was on the straight and narrow, saving the lives of those who were hauled down to the ER and taking his set wages home on payday.

That all changed one day when a man Sachi had never seen before gestured for him to join the stranger in a stairwell. Numbed by the long day of work, Sachi did so after a short thought, wondering about this man who had snuck in dressed like a doctor. In the stairwell, the stranger flatly made him an offer. In the next two hours, a patient would be coming down with multiple stab wounds and possibly some serious acid burns. If Sachi deliberately gave the patient substandard care so he would be maimed and disfigured for life, then the stranger would give him 1,000,000 yen (about 10,000 USD) in cash the very next day. Stunned, Sachi had no answer for the stranger, who left after giving him an appraising eye. There was the quick, over-the-shoulder comment that he should think about it.

One and a half hours later, everything happened just as the stranger had said. In the ER, Sachi wondered if he would really throw away his life just for money. Hadn't he wanted to be the best doctor possible? But the end goal of that was the same, wasn't it? It was all about money in the end, and it wasn't like anybody was going to die over it. He was just going to have a purposely bad day and that bad day was going to help support his broken family. As far as he knew, that patient never regained his sight or hearing but the cash in his office the next day made the issue surprisingly trivial.

There was really no direction to go from that besides down. More shady characters approached him at odd hours of the day, whether it was in person at his office or by phone call to his house. He botched more surgeries, made more money. Jokingly, he took the moniker of Meiji, playing off the fact that he shared that very emperor's birth name. And when the day came that he was flat out asked to kill a patient on the table, he did it almost without a thought. The person had probably been no good anyways and they would have died without a doctor playing god, too. It right in its own way that things should be like this and Sachi learned quickly that just like healing, killing was something else he was scarily attuned to. Both were also things which could be done outside of the hospital.

By the time Sachi caught rumors of a possible promotion in the air, he knew it was time to bow out while the time was good. If he rose any higher in the hospital, it would just become more difficult to explain why patients kept dying under his supposedly expert hand. There would be investigations and then everything would be ruined again. In any case, he had proven that he could successfully make money in other ways. The thought of going to an uncharted island in the middle of nowhere was astonishingly alluring for somebody who needed to time to air out any possible suspicions and so he packed up everything he had of sentiment, bade his family farewell, and finally headed off to Manta Carlos Island. His arrival was only almost two decades late and when a curious staffer asked his name, he smiled disarmingly and told her in a laughing voice that his name was Meiji.