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Post by Ashken on Sept 11, 2023 0:08:36 GMT
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Post by Ashken on Sept 11, 2023 0:15:02 GMT
[May/3/xx]Who dictates what is real? And what is alive? The bridge between life and death is a hard one, one that man should only have to cross once, not trice. Aaron had fought hard, to help others and to protect that in what he believed in, but belief and will did little when the final blow was struck. Left for dead what keep him alive where his dreams and hopes, which keep him alive long enough for destiny to interfere... That didn't save him from dying... | Name:Aaron Kenny Posket | Alias: Hopper | Age: 17 | | Gender: Male | Birthplace: America | Blood type: A+ | | School: ---- | Grade: 9th | Race: Modified Meta-Human | | Dorm: | Status: Single | Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual |
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Height: 5'7''
Weight: 200 lbs.
Ethnicity: Japanese/American.
Eye color: Violet, Originally: Black.
Hair Color: Dyed: Violet, Natural: Brown.
Skin: Pale.
Distinguishing features: Scars littered through whole body, Cybernetic left eye.
Piercings: N/A.
Dress Sense: Semi-Formal, The more it covers the better.
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This is due to the damage he received before his 'upgrade' was so extensive and the trauma so great his mind wiped the plate clean, though his body does not lie, it's filled whit scars of all sorts of sizes, from his past life or his recent operation. His skin though currently pale from lack of sunlight, it naturally leans toward a olive tone. His messy dark violet hair barely reaches his shoulders, a bang usually covering his left eye, the rest framing his soft features. His eyes are two pools of soft amethyst, his left, having the peculiarity of rarely being seen do to his bang and clearly being different in nature though not so obvious that one could catch at first glance unless one is very observant. | Fashion Inside the school it would be a rare site not to see Kenny wearing his school uniform, clean, neat and pressed, mainly because those are the rules and because they are long enough to cover all of the scars that he does not want people to ask about. Otherwise you will find him wearing long sleeve shirt or turtle necks, jeans or dress pants, it docent not matter if it is hot enough to cook an egg on the street the less questions about his scars the better, mainly because he personally does not have answers as he can't remember, and the men he call parents can't give him answers. | | Hopper The Armor's helmet is relatively simple, white as a bone, styled to resemble on a skull from the blood red eyes to the piece that composes the jaw which opens up in case he decides to remove the helmet. From the neck down his body is covered in a black leather suit. His chest has a thicker armor than the rest of the body. His hands and forearms are protected by black gauntlet gloves and his boots go all the way up to his shins. His belt stands out from all the black being gray starting from the belt strap and going all the way to the buckle. The buckle is roundish in the center a round gray stone that flickers whit its own light. | Personality Kenny is in a state of self-discovery, its not that he has full amnesia or that there is not past to speak off, but his most recent brush with death has made him question his life, his future and his present. At this time he's trying to go through life one moment at a time, enjoying everything at its fullest and trying to experience everything as if it was the first time. He has a strong sense of friendship and loyalty, which some perceive as justice, but is not, he could probably care little about 'justice' or revenge. He has reasons to want revenge, he owes the lost's in his life to Yokai and yet he owes his life to them too. He still trying to figure out how to move forward, but at this time he has a second chance in life and he will enjoy every second of it.
He understands that as Hopper, did many wrongs in a sense of Justice that not longer feels correct he thought that at the time he was doing the right thing, but now his once hero persona brings him shame.
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Rank C: "Henshin"
power that is not as taxing to use, low resource load for limited effects. This usually affects no more than one target, and the effect is to a moderate extent. It rises above what the average person can do, but is not considered a significant threat to public order. | Rank B: "Henshin"
Allowing the hunger in him to explode he's able to transform into the Dark Rider a tempered form of the beast living under his flesh. Tempered only by the friendship and loyalty he has for those he wishes to protect. This temporary form can only be kept for a handful of minutes, putting great strain on him, the longest he's been able to maintain this form has been five minutes. In this form his strength, agility and power is not unlike most humans, but in this form, he's more resilient, being able to take powerful impacts that would normally brake bones without suffering brakeage.
Ability: Forces you to dig deeper and expend more energy to use, in exchange the effects can be more significant or wider reaching than the previous power. This class of powers can be considered dangerous in the wrong hands and the reason why your character is registered is due to its potential risk to the public. IF your intent is to lock people into these archetypes. They need an upper limit, with proper delineation. Personally I feel like Quick fire and AOE are restrictive and punishing for some types of powers and character concepts. But I’m not king. I understand more freedom means more work for staff, (not really but I’m arguing against myself) | Rank C: "Spirit Sight"
Kenny's left eye always shows the mark of the oni, always burning, always seeing the world through a different lense. Which is why he covers that eye most of the time, to dim the flames of life that dance around living things, there spirt, essence, the thing that cause hunger to grow in the young man. Yokai and humans burn ever so differently, and those with skill beyond the norm burn brighter. In a way he can see a thing nature and relative strength. |
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Post by Ashken on Sept 21, 2023 13:26:04 GMT
Temporary Archive sengokuhorizon.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=8001&hl=YAMADA, AKITSU ISE INDEPENDENT HOLY PROVINCE • 15 • Male • Mie, Ise Province • 1st • UNDECIDED • Apothecary Club • Cultural Club • Literature and Poetry Club APPEARANCE HAIR: Brown. The messy strait hair is usually allowed to do as it wishes, bangs falling naturally above is eyes, barely hiding his eyebrows, yet cleaned around his ears. EYES: Brown. Is what you will read in official documents, though amber might be a more accurate representation of red-yellow coloration distinctive to him. While the expression is to have ones emotions in their sleeve, his live right on his eyes. HEIGHT: 141 cm / 4 ft 7 in. "Small? Brave words for someone within uppercut distance" - Akitsu BODY TYPE: Though not muscular as someone dedicated to martial arts, he keeps a slim build, if a little underweight. "Shrine chores... So many" - Akitsu STYLE: At times it feels like he jumps between uniform to uniform. Wearing robes when practicing priestly duties, and the bugei uniform when in the school. Outside those two he ends up dressing up a bit more than needed in many situations, not used to dressing down often. When he has a choice, shades of greens are some of his to go colors. TRAITS Me? Just a normal kid - Akitsu Death has come to his door more than once, yet he still lives. If you ask him, some trickster god draws amusement off his existence. Which has cheapened the value of his own life in his eyes. He does take his responsibilities quite seriously, and is a tinge superstitious not wishing to draw the ire of the gods. Having been raised to be a priest he can be socially awkward. Something he hopes to fix by being in Bugei. Yet, Pride before destruction. He can be suborn, and at time unmoving in his belief, little is capable of causing him to budge. STRENGTHS: Akitsu is quite knowledgeable about rituals and has an almost encyclopedic knowledge about yokai. WEAKNESSES: He's been known to be socially awkward finding it difficult to talk or meet new people. Call it superstition, or the fact the rod was not spared in his upbringing but he's a terrible liar, he rather be honest, and he has some pride issues which can bruise and lead to outburst from him. Not being a fighter, Akitsu also lacks strength and stamina. LIKES: Yokai, Spirits, legends and lore, the weirder the better. DISLIKES: Honestly who likes chores? And people who make fun of his height, and having to talk to strangers. AMBITIONS: There is a small voice in his heart that begs to be normal, a ordinary, normal person in a normal life. COMBAT WEAPON: Two meter long Shakujo Staff (2); Akitsu has learned some basic Yari and Bo handling techniques, but his experience has mostly scaring wild animals in his pilgrimage. RELIC: Singular Shakujō Staff ring RELIC OWNER: Ishin Sūden OWNER HISTORY: Also known as Konchiin Sūden, was a Zen Rinzai monk and advisor to Tokugawa Ieyasu, and later to Tokugawa Hidetada and Iemitsu on religious matters and foreign affairs. He played a significant role in the initial development of the Tokugawa shogunate. He oversaw the administration of Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples in the country alongside Itakura Katsushige. He played an important role in negotiations and communications with the Chinese Ming court ACTIVATED ABILITY 1: (Amaterasu's Healing) Akitsu is able to channel his and the Onibi's energy wreathing his hands in the spirits flames. While utilizing this ability the Onibi resides in his hands wreathing them in the spiritual fire of the spirit. He able to utilize this ability to heal minor wounds on his target. Due to the flames being wreath on his hands he needs to be able to touch his target for it to work and can only cover a small area past what his hands are able to cover. Things like small cuts and bruises can be fixed with little effort, more mayor damage would require multiple applications of this ability. (One turn cooldown.) ACTIVATED ABILITY 2: (Susanoo's Serenity) Taping into the Onibi with spiritual energy, Akitsu is able to send the spirit into his target (As long as said target is within the Onibi's range of thirty feet.) once in the chosen targets body, he's able to calm the storm in their minds bring clarity, and serenity, clearing the mind from distractions, temporarily sharping their senses. (Three turn cooldown.) LOCKED ACTIVATED ABILITY 3: (Fox Fire) Akitsu channels his own spiritual energy providing it to the Onibi. While supercharged the whisp to split into nine. The nine flames hover around him, allowing Akitsu to launch them with force at his target or targets. Each wisp is launched with the speed of a fastball impacting their target with similar force, their flames causing minor burns. If intercepted the fireballs can be dispelled. (Five turns cooldown.) PASSIVE 1: (Onibi) The firery form of will-o- wisp like spirit about the size of a golf ball floats around Akitsu. It can communicate with Akitsu by shifting the colors of it's flames. Red might be danger, Blue it's default state. The spirit rests inside of the scion when it feels like or floats around him only able to travel as far as thirty feet from where Akitsu is. They are connected in a spiritual level, damage done to the spirit will drain the wisp, forcing it to rest and locking Akitsu from his other abilities. LOCKED PASSIVE 2: (Tsukuyomi Vison) Akitsu's right eye constatnly seems to flicker with a living flame, this blessing provides him with the ability to see in the night, in almost absolute darkness as if it was dim light. It does come at the price of his right eye is visible from the distance. LOCKED AWAKENED MODE COLOR: Blue LOCKED AWAKENED ATTACK: (Defiance of Izanami) Akitsu takes in the Onibi. Wreathing his body in the flames and combining their spiritual energy. He is able to touch a target and defy the will of the goddess of creation and death, by bringing his target back from the dead and stabilizing the deadly wounds. He cannot bring back that which has no body, or has been dead longer than a few hours. He cannot force one to return, if their spirit decides to move on. Death by natural means are beyond his scope. Though those cut down before their natural time he can attempt to restore. HISTORY FAMILY: • Michiko: Is Akitsu's Mother, not that he ever saw her as that, after being abandoned by her family, the death of her husband and her frail health, she did not want to be burden to her child. Currently serving as a shrine maiden under Sachihiro's watchful eye, she mantain's a strained relationship with Akitsu loving, but strict, lately coming off more cold than caring, yet one of the few constants in Akitsu's life. Being in her thirties, her frail health have affected her in many ways, she's thin in a sickly sort of way, while sharing Akitsu's brown eyes. • Sachihiro : You would be hard to know that Sachihiro stands almost six feet tall as he usually on his knee's. Meditating and providing mentorship to others at his shrine. For Akitsu, Sachihiro was a father figure, a mentor and a teacher. The man keeps his head shaven and his deep black eyes are sharp. Even at his advance age of almost eighty, he nimble and active, though you would be hard press to think this man is two decades away from a century. Acting more like someone in their fifties. BACKGROUND: Son of the Salt Akitsu was born to a house falling in shambles, what his parents thought was love ended up being a raging fire that consumed all involved, they married in order to attempt to save face, but it was late for them. They distanced themselves from the family they brought shame to, but this made their lives harder. His father worked himself to half to death, the vices he used to hide his dissatisfaction finished the job, but not before siring a child he had no interest in having or raising. His mother was sickly, the bills of her healthcare made the little money her husband brought home to evaporate faster than the sake in his cups. Pregnancy was unwanted, and hard, yet she felt the child would be a turning point for her failing marriage. It was not. Child of the Dragonflies Born from a difficult birth, his mother attempted to reach out to her family, help never came. Dreams of dragonflies would come and go, when things were hard the dragonflies numbers would thin out, when things were good, their numbers swelled. When the child got sick and the fever slowly consumed him, she knew if nothing was done, he would die. The dragonflies guiding her in her dreams were dying, thinning out too quick, yet still desperately trying to guide her. She ended in a shrine, the toddler in her hands, why not a doctor? why here? She asked herself the same when the memories of these days invaded her thoughts. She begged for help, money was practically non existent, hope slipped through her fingers as the child's health continues to decline. A priest by the name of Sachihiro took pity on them and took them in. He without a past Time passed and the boy recovered, his mother unwilling to see him suffer claimed to have found him, a fact Sachihiro did not believe. The boy grew up seeing his mother as a loving priestess who would sneak treats to him, when the head priest and mentor Sachihiro was not looking. As he grew older his mother distanced herself even more, as she saw the ghost of her husband on the boy's features. In many ways the shrines, religion and history were his life, he did chores once he grew old enough, and began learning rituals and more intricate tasks as his knowledge and skill grew. Sachihiro attempted to have the boy interact with the visitors, but Akitsu's awkwardness in social encounters shined, that's when it was decided that the best course of action would be to have him travel, visit other shrines, learn more. In a wide eyed optimistic view of the world he agreed. More than a Pilgrimage Basic staff work was taught to the future priest, his skills nothing to write home, but enough to keep him alive on the road. By now Michiko had for the most part built a wall between her and her child, Sachihiro was tied to his own responsibilities, so another was volunteered to go with him, a young man by the name of Kenzaki, Kazuma. Kazuma had a history for being difficult in his younger years, but was talented in his mentoring when he felt like it and as his condition worsened the more he wanted to leave something behind. A certain Cub had planted a seed of hope in him. The want to leave a legacy. Akitsu learned a lot during his time with Kazuma, some good, others not so good like his stubbornness and pride. Overall he grew a lot in a short time. One of their many stops led them to Konchi-in, they were to spend a few weeks there, practice a few rituals and prepare for their time on the road. Then the dragonflies came in his dreams. The Call Akitsu's nights became sleepless as the call summoned him, night after night, the dragonflies would come into his dreams guiding him, yet he brushed them off. It took Kazuma prodding as Akitsu's sleepless state caused him to begin to mess up on his daily tasks. It felt silly to follow a dream, he believed in the gods and the yokai, the spirits and the seasons, yet for some reason a dream felt like a stretch to him. That night he followed his dream, vividly he stumbled after the dragonflies, moving through the shrine he was not sure where he was, or how he got there, he found himself digging through the dirt where he found a ring, based on its size and location it probably had been part of a shukaju staff. When he awoke he initially thought it had been a dream, yet around his wrist was the ring, and under his fingernails dirt. The Answer If it was not for the ring around his wrist, most would have thought his words were the rambling of someone whose sanity is slipping through their fingers, no evidence of the ground being disturbed was found, yet the dirt was on his hands and the ring around his wrist. A finding of such was important, it did not take long before he found himself being shuffled to the Holy Province. Undeserving Shortly after his arrival to Ise and confirmation of his status the Shogunate was informed of the new Scion. His time in Ise was not easy, he was challenged and questioned. There were those whose linage, training, pedigree were unquestionably superior. The moments he was not being challenged he was being trained, his days longer, his nights sleepless. There were those who believed him to be undeserving, but the relic had picked him. A few had considered the potential for the boy to have an accident, for the good of Ise, after all a lowborn should not represent the Holy Province in the eyes of the Shogunate, or the world. Bugei After months of training and deliberation, it was decided that it would be a great opportunity for many for Akitsu to join Bugei, his skills where enough not to instantly bring shame to his people and the school would allow him to grow in skill, and provide a liaison amongst those outside Ise, there were those who hoped, the life of a scion would be more exciting than the boy could handle, maybe even lethal. |
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Post by Ashken on Sept 21, 2023 13:29:10 GMT
Temporary Archive sengokuhorizon.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=6500&hl=[dohtml]<div class="profile"> <span class="name">Takeda, Sana</span> <span class="sub1">of the Takeda clan</span> <br><br> <img src="https://i.imgur.com/81fXq1q.jpg" style="border-radius:100%;border: 5px solid #385f30" height="100" width="100"> <img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/746177792797966389/746180616726380614/PCxqsMg_cropped_1.gif" style="border-radius:100%;border: 5px solid #385f30" height="100" width="100"> <img src="https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/746177792797966389/746180606458855514/m0MH48j_cropped.gif" style="border-radius:100%;border: 5px solid #385f30" height="100" width="100"> <br><br> <table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"><tr><td vAlign="top" class="content1"> • 16 || Female<br> • HOMETOWN, PROVINCE<br> • 1st<br> </td> <td vAlign="top" class="content2"> • BOSHI: CAVALRY <br> • Mechanic Club <br> • Riding Club <br> • Smithing Club<br> </td></tr></table> <div class="content3"> <CENTER><B>APPEARANCE</B></center> <br> HAIR:Brown. Kept as waist length, though when riding she will style it in a updo French braid in order to keep it out of her way. <br> EYES: Brown. Though she's taken to wear contacts with bright burnt orange rings. <br> HEIGHT: 5 ft. 4 in. Though her choice of footwear will add a good two inches of height on average. <br> BODY TYPE: Sana has a pretty average build for someone her height, her arms being the most muscular part of her body from having to work on her bike. <br> STYLE: Sana is a rider, a gearhead and member of the Yellowjackets. Sure you can find him wearing casual clothing like jeans and a loose shirt, but rarely will you see him without his yellow and black leather motorcycling jacket. He prefers skinny jeans the less stuff is hanging about the better when riding. In his pocket you will certainly find his black riding gloves and the keys to his ride 'Sting'. <br> OTHER: Does your character have scars, tattoos, piercings, or any other physical identifying traits? </div> <div class="content3"> <CENTER><b>TRAITS</b></CENTER><br> The self-made samurai and road warrior Sana is all action first and ask questions later, tired of waiting for a hero she decided that she would be the hero she needed. Even if her approach could need some work. Her attitude can be at times summarized as all bark as she tries to put a strong front in order to seem unshakable, having been raised to be a 'proper lady' she can begrudgingly put on the mask of the dutiful daughter. <br><br> Sana found a passion in speed, and on her feet she can move with the best of them, and on her cycle you can apreciate her reflexes, but having been raised to be a political tool, her Strenght is lacking, and she better keep to her feet as if she's unlucky enough to get smaked it would be clear how little endurance she has. <br> <br> LIKES: what or who does your character like? <br> DISLIKES: what do they dislike? <br> AMBITIONS: what drives your character? what is their goal in life? </div> <div class="content3"> <CENTER><b>COMBAT</b></CENTER><br> <br> WEAPON: Leverage Pipe (2): This hollow steel rod measures 30 inches, about six of those wrapped in black electrical tape, normally used by Sana to leverage tools when working on her motorcycle, but she's not afraid to bust a kneecap or used basic swordsmanship with it. <br> ::The Sting:: <br> It's all in the name. Its not the fastest not the radest, but the gold and black motorcycle is Sana's baby, he practically build it from scratch. The cafe racer style machine is probably louder than it needs to be, having a distinctive hum from its engine like the roar of a thousand angry wasp. <div class="content3"> <CENTER><b>HISTORY</b></CENTER><br> <br> FAMILY: <br>• Father <br>• Mother <br>• Sibling <br>• NPC Friend or Mentor (Optional)<br> <br> BACKGROUND:</div> <div class="content3"> <CENTER><b>Shop Items</b></CENTER><br> (This will be filled out by staff as you purchase additional items and powers!) </div> <span class="ooc">Chatbox Name• face claim, series • other characters</span> </div> <div style="text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin: -10px 0px 10px;"><a href="http://belowthesun.jcink.net/index.php" style="font-family: helvetica; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase;">template from below the sun</a></div>[/dohtml] |
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Post by Ashken on Sept 21, 2023 13:32:46 GMT
Temporary Archive of sengokuhorizon.jcink.net/index.php?showtopic=5013&hl=IKEMOTO, MITSUKI NO CLAN • 16 / Male •Sado, Niigata • 1st • Infiltration Track • Apothecary Club • Sake Brewing APPEARANCE HAIR: Naturally Mitsuki has very light blond hair, something he does his best to hide by dying his hair the darkest shade of black he’s capable off. The two bangs on the front of his face fall a little above his eyes, covering his thin eyebrows and framing his face. His dad doesn’t like for him to keep his hair too long so most of his hair ends a little above his shoulder. EYES: His eyes are tricky depending on the lighting, they are a light shade of brown, though depending on the angle, flecks of gold can be seen in them, there’s something energetic almost daring about them, and when he smiles an honest smile his eyes can brighten a room. HEIGHT: Standing at 5ft. 1in. and weighting 140 pounds tall is the last thing you would call Mitsuki. BODY TYPE: Growing up Mitsuki heard many a times that if had been born a girl, he probably would have had been offered marriage by a few suiters, by now this does not bother him as much as it used to, he’s learned to roll with those punches. His facial features are small delicate almost feminine, and this has lead many to tease him, though a life of hard work at his fathers brewery have built a lithe and athletic body, his slim build hiding the well defined muscles. His hands though slender and small, tell another story, the pads of his hands and fingers rough and callused from working the rice farms, and other manual labor. He has a peach almost rosy tone to his skin, though it does tan, it tends to take very rosy red tone that makes it seem like he burned long before color shades his skin. STYLE: Mitsuki is a believer of being comfortable, and mix matching styles is not something that would cause him to loose sleep, hakama and a hoody are perfectly acceptable lounge wear. Though he would not tamper with things like uniforms. His favorite outfit is a dark blue Yukata with his father Sake logo on his back. OTHER: It is not uncommon for him to have a bandana with the logo to his fathers brewery somewhere on him, either wrapped around his arm or on his head, it moves around, but chances are its with him at most times. TRAITS Mitsuki is loud and energetic, he does know how to shut up, but he tries to live in the moment and its hard to do so when your trying to control your emotions. This does not mean his emotions live on his sleeves, there are a few points of irritation for him, bringing up his heights or lack of it is one that is known to cause him to clench his teeth, and with enough prodding violence might ensure. He likes the outside, exploring, meeting new people, and the opportunity that brings, having grown in a island which at times felt he had seen everything there was to see, have made him a little stir crazy. One of the few things he can focus on is Sake, his father cultivated respect for the gods nectar, and every aspect of its creation. STRENGTHS: Where artificial or innate Mitsuki has been called brave many times in his life, and the many hours working the land and assisting in his fathers brewery have made his strength noticeable to his pears. WEAKNESSES: On the other hand many, including his father have called him foolhardy and Impulsive. And all that strength means little if he can’t keep up with his opponents speed. LIKES: Sake DISLIKES: Natto AMBITIONS: Become the next great Toji of his fathers brewery COMBAT WEAPON: Nekote gauntlets (2): These leather gauntlets only extent up to Mitsuki’s elbow, the reinforced leather provide a bit of protection against glancing blows, the wrist have hardenned leather in order to provide some support when punching his target. As Nekote the tips of his fingers are clawed with sharp inch and a half blades. Mitsuki does not have a specific style, having no formal training he’s a brawler on a good day, though elements of Karate and Judo are sprinkled around his moves having seen them from others or been the wrong end of them. HISTORY FAMILY: • Father: Ikemoto, Ryuzaki The current patriarch of the Ikemoto Family adoptive father to Mitzuki and the Toji of the blind dragon. A gruff man who has lead his family with stern and firm hand, he tries to stick with tradition, but the memory of his grandfather is enough to make him be somewhat more lenient than he would normally be. He loves his son greatly though he has placed many limitations on him in order to protect him from himself and others. His relationship with his own brother is difficult, having very different views of where to take the brewery and though he gave his brother his place back in the family there still quite distant. •Uncle: Ikemoto, Takeru Having been exiled at a young age due to teenage rebellion Takeru took a very different path in life, at one point running cons and others proper business. He has learned to move amongst the height of society while still rubbing elbows with some of the scum. Although he regained his family name and place as second in line to inherit the family brewery, he had very little interest in taking over. Not a bad man at heart, this suit wearing businessman will do what he needs for a profit even use his ‘nephew’. •Grandfather (Deceased) : Ikemoto, Ryu Though no longer with us Ryu ‘The Dragon’ revitalized the sake brewery that has been running for hundreds of years. His leadership was very draconian to say the least; he striped family of their name and exiled them if he thought that their actions would weakened the family. During his leadership workers were pushed to their limits. In his mind his actions would carve hundreds of years of prosperity for his family. Truth be told his actions set aflame his family and descendants leading to the rapid decline of the Ikemoto shortly after his death. BACKGROUND: Mitsuki is the adoptive son of Ikemoto, Ryuzaki the Toji (Master Brewer) of the small but well known Sake brewery in the island of Sado. Having been abandoned in his fathers rice farm, every attempt to find his real family failed, at the time the doctors though the boy was roughly three months old, the kanji’s for three months being Mitsuki. His father decided to take him in as his own son and changed the kanji around so that they would stand for full moon. Growing up Mitsuki always knew he was adopted at no point was this fact kept from him. Not that they could hide it even if they wanted when the first sprouts of hair adorned his head they where the color of corn. To ensure the child had a mostly normal life, he continuously dyed the boys hair in the darkest shade of black he could using some of the supplies in his brewery. His father loved him unconditionally and taught him the many secrets of brewing Sake. From a very young age the boy had sampled some of his fathers work something his father regrets having encouraged in him. Though not exactly a difficult kid, he did his pranks and slacked away in classes that did not keep his attention, in his mind he would raise to be the next great Toji of his fathers brewery and make sake so heavenly even the Emperor of Japan would recognize their small brewery. Growing in Sado had its advantages and disadvantages as the island at times felt like it was divided in two, and elderly class stuck in tradition, and a younger generation willing to absorb and replace the old, the dichotomy at time place the two at odds. Some of the elderly class would remind the younger generation that it was not that long ago that exiles had been conducted in this land, either for crimes or to work the mines. This previous generation filled the air, with stories of exiled lords, criminals, troubled spirits and Oni. Legends of the Tengu and the Ubume, all this made his fathers yearly offerings even more important in Mitsuki’s mind. Though this did not mean the boy was not curious about the world beyond his little island, a curiosity that grew as the years went by. If any the biggest hardship for Mitsuki was the fact that no one knew who his real parents where, a conversation that would come up more often than not, rumors that he might have been the result of an affair with a dutch merchant ran amok, but with out proof and a life time of hiding his natural hair color he mostly fit in amongst his peers, even though deep inside he knew he was different. His recruitment to Edo Bugei caught many by surprise. It all started when a group of students where sent to the mines in order to retrieve what at the time was believed a dormant relic. Although entering the mines had been closed Mitsuki and friends had many a times sneaked in and explored the caverns that once had contained gold and silver. This knowledge of the mines gave him the opportunity to assist in guiding the group through the mines. It was here he demonstrated some of his skills, assisting his father in every step of sake creation had build a sturdy if small boy, one who could work under pressure and solve problems. This was brought to the attention of some senior members at the school and they placed the kid to the test, though lacking in formal training, the boy showed potential. Shop Items |
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Post by Ashken on Sept 26, 2023 4:07:23 GMT
Would the world care? Let's start this with a philosophical question, if law is absolute, and justice is true, then what's left in the hands of person who loses all? When do we get closure? Is hearing that the men who took that which is precious from you is locked in a box safe from harm, closure? Don't we deserve more?[/center] My heart was ripped, cut and shattered, it's remains scattered... Watch me bend the threads of destiny as I search for your love again... You want me to tell you my story, but you also want me to skip to the good part, let me tell you right now there is no good part. My beginning where not all that interesting. A dysfunctional family, a workaholic father who caused me and the rest of the family's a lot of pain, a mother who died trying to protect me and my brothers innocence and a brother that blames me for all the suffering, what can I say we had more love than a slaughter house. Some say I had a few screw loose maybe I did have a few lose maybe I was the sanest amongst them. I can't remember anymore, what caused the first rift, what erased my smile what caused me to pick up the blade. I do remember I was dads favorite. Must be since I was the pure blood, my mother was not my real mother and my brother only shared some of the family resemblance, that was just the tip of the iceberg, in order to get my fathers attention I would get in trouble, steal something here, start a fight there, I was a rebel a missed guided good for nothing rebel, that was till my father got tired. In a fit of rage my father picked my and my brother and sent us to a knight academy, where we would train to fight, and defend our country, and do to the constant skirmishes many never really finished there training before they finally saw combat, now that I think of it he wanted us dead, what better way to kill someone than sending them right in the front lines, perfect murder, hands clean... Vermillion was the name of the squad me and my bother where assigned to. The last conversation I had with him was when my our mother died. When her body was found she had slit her wrist and a note had been written, 'My sons... Live long', personally I felt insulted, we needed to live long, yet she had the right to take away her life? My brother blamed me, he blamed her broken heart, our father's anger, our situation... all on me... Sadly I was starting to blame my self to. I grew cold, determined not to lose, determined to keep that wordless promise alive, I was going to live long, yet I was going to be dead... I walked, I lived, I ate, I fought, I killed, yet I felt nothing... My life became the blade... Sojiro: You Never deserved her love!!!
Riku: No you do! Amor... She was more trouble than she's worth the Knight academy was very close to the village she grew up in, I watched her at a distance, as I grew as a warrior, she grew as a priestess, as I turned into a killer she turned into a leader, do to the way fate sways Vermilion was assigned to protect Amor, in particular me and my brother, we reserved, efficient, and quick. I had no interest in making bonds, while my brother quickly made friends with her many know Amor the love crazy, I met a different person. We had a mutual respect, more and more we spent time together, for me it was a job, I don't know what ran trough her head. My brother on the other hand, well he became jealous, he truly believed that I was trying to take her away from him, the girl who made him laugh, smile and believe in hope once more. I would never try to take that away from my brother, yet he still felt resentment from the things that he believes are my fault. Getting called for a special mission, Vermillion marched out, my brother was the last one to arrive, only Amor and God knows what was exchanged between the two, all I know was that my brother was distracted, the battle became fierce as some of the Vermillion fell, so did our enemy. Wounded I fell on my knees, I expected death at the hands of a stranger, yet my brother stood before me, in his eyes all the hate in the world, this was his chance, the moment he could remove the competition, the moment where he could erase the person who had ruined his life, I could not win, yet underneath all that anger he saved me... His blade became my salvation, and instead of me dying that night... I saw him die... Once more I had failed. On my return, the last person I saw was Amor, I was still wounded, I had only taken the most basic fix as I didn't think I deserved to live a day longer, Yua... Live long, I left her with my brothers legacy and my mother's promise, my mind still on that battle field seeing my brother's death, wishing it had been me. I wandered the land searching for a reason to live, a reason to keep on fighting, a way to repay for the harm I had done in the past, in my travels I learned many things, and I met many men, but non as important to me as the band of rag tag scoundrels that joined me on my travels, three different men from different paths of life, all of them feeling that the owed me a favor, I didn't call them, yet they fallowed those idiots had hearts of gold, we traveled together and we fought together. They all had dreams, I was the only one who seem to wander on with no purpose, yet these people gravitated around me as I where the answer to there prayers, I just keep them alive... For some reason I made it my goal to see them achieve there dreams at less till I found my own. One of them strange enough wanted to be a great chef, hence why he was traveling with me he wanted to learn about the flavors and spices of the world, he was the first one to leave the team as when we visited the grand city of our nation, he fell in love with the market, and all the food, spices and colors that adorned that large local, it didn't take him long to decide to stay and train... These where dangerous times, yet he believed that people needed happiness and that food was one of the ways to get it. The second one to leave the team, was the youngest of the three, an idealist, yet brash, his dream was to become worthy enough to join Gelaide Academy, as we made our way to the Academy I taught him all I knew, and he became a great fighter, upon arrival his skills landed him a spot on group four, having nothing else to do I was ready to leave when Masanori got in my way he tried to convince me to join the Academy, yet I declined I had left an Academy in my past, I had left the pleasantries and commodities behind me, my skills where just so I could life another day, nothing else. A hasty Idiot from group six decided to stand in my way sprouting stupidities, saying that I should be honored that I was invited into the Academy with out trying, I tried to walk out of that place with out having to fight. Sadly that boy will always have a reminder of having crossed my path... It's not about honor, but loyalty... and I have none. My words where not true, I did have loyalty, just not to the nation, just not to the councils or the leaders, at the moment my loyalty lied on the last man of my team, the oldest, his travels where going to take him to the mountains, a difficult path to traverse, dangerous to everyone, after all dragon's made it there home, but it was to be expected that this man would head toward the dragons he wished to become a dragoon, and I... I had nowhere to call a home... Live long priestess... It all started with a rumor, Kondo was going to fall, I had no business in Kondo I had left that place when my brother had died, I had left my life, my past, my name and even Yua behind, yet that rumor disturbed me, I though I had left all my humanity behind the moment I swore the oath... A Dark Knight, fulled by the darkness in ones heart, masters of the Deathbringer, terrors of history... but truth be told... That did not mean evil. Once man can travel faster than a whole army, he can take more risk, and cover more ground, and yet do to having hesitated at the beginning it was to late, the Sacred tree Momoka was burning lighting up the night sky like a giant lighthouse, my blade cut a gash trough the army, men fell I moved about, others fled at the sight of my armor, a Dark Knight... For many synonymous with devil made man. Even though it seems to many that I was helping the village I was looking for one person in particular, Yua... Amor. She was trying to escape with her grandmother a task that required more than just bravery landing between Yua and her would be assailants, I whispered to her practically the same words I told her as I left, I cleared a path for her escape, yet I did not answer any of her questions, I just keep moving till I knew she was safe. Technically abandoning her I returned to the battlefield, I know it was a losing fight, but for a moment I actually had a purpose again... I felt a reason to protect, a reason why I held the blade in my hand, I was a Dark Knight, the terror of my enemies, the nightmare of my friends, and the wielder of death... Wars are not won by the faint of heart...
Nor are they won by heartless men... I had conviction, yet I knew I could not win this alone, I knew I could keep fighting as I was If I expected to help end this war, as Neeva's betrayal became apparent I headed to Lythia, time was of the essence, yet I had made to many enemies slowing down my travels, but I was not about to fall under the blade of traitors, by the time I had arrived to Lythia, it's lands had been painted in crimson, and it's earth scared beyond belief, who was to say these where the same lands I once walked and found comfort. I seek for my old friend in Gelaide Academy hoping that he could inform me of the events and how I could help, once more Masanori crossed my path a smirk on his face, even though I was wearing my armor, I knew that he recognized me, eight... I heard him whisper as he walked passed me. I found my friend and learned all I could about him, as I prepared to train, I saw her once more... It was as she was there just to hunt me... Just to remind me of my biggest failure, she didn't see me, but Amor was speaking to Masanori, but he did see me... At nightfall I decided to brake the silence between the young master and me, we spoke, his words managed to dance around the things that would anger me, he didn't ask about much, just simple things, till he extended the invitation, I was surprised that he asked me that, me who was standing before him wearing the suit of the Dark Knight, me who had spat on his offer in the past, yet, it seem to be the best bet for the nation, maybe I could not finish the war, but I could keep the nation safe longer, I offered my blade and my trust... [/td][/tr][/table] | Appearance Reference |
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[Hair] Ash Gray.
[Height] 5 ft 10 in. / 177.8 cm.
[Weight] 156 lbs.
[Build] Athletic
[Blood Type] AB-
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[Distinguishing features] Scar on left eye. | War is not pretty even though some have the audacity to say otherwise. Riku knows the face of war, the suffering many go through, the pain others endure, its been a part of his life for more than half his life, his body a book to all the methods of war, faint scars from cuts and stabs are littered all over his body, concentrating mostly on his torso. His left arm has one of the most eye catching things about him a sleeve style tattoo that is an extension of one of his powers. Having dedicated such a big part of his life into combat hes trained himself rigorously, giving him a slim, cut and powerful build, with dense and well defined muscle, his hands callused from the physical labor and extensive training.
Some say hes one of those guys who clean up well, a fact that is not exactly easy to prove as you will always see him in a messy and wild look, his gray hair is long, its been known to rest all the way to his back, only getting jagged cuts by his sword the times it starts getting in the way. His eyes are naturally gray, though his left one has been known to turn a blood red, the scar that runs on the left side of his face is the reason for the sudden color shift of his eye, having been damaged and healed by a spell that all but backfired. His face had well defined featured that identify him as a male with ease.
When it comes to clothing Riku doesnt really cares as long as its easy to move in, if he had to choose he would wear his suit of armor all the time, but since thats not exactly the most acceptable thing socially he, puts on large shirts and comfortable pants, hes not a guy of style, hes been known to weak cloaks till they practically fall on the floor in pieces, when it comes to shoes, bare footed his preferred way, his feet are already callused and scared, but anything from sandals to boots can do the job. |
Do you blame me for seeing the world as it is? ~ To Fidel | Personality |
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He believes life is not fair and those who say it is are complete and utter idiots, blinded of the sacrifices of others, nations wage war, at the price of the poor and needy, while the rich stand at distance leaving a life of pleasure, believing that they have earned what they have, the food that was grown by the sweat of the poor, the land that was concerned by the blood of others, the rights they enjoy by the wisdom of few, life is not fair, those who are clever snatch it from those who really deserve the gifts of their labor. In a way hes glad there a war, its shook the roots of all the nations involved, crumbling whole families, whos had never worked to earn their stay, the poor are suffering
But now they have a chance to snatch it all back.
He never had a chance to have a real childhood; his fathers actions quickly forced him to mature at a young age he had already killed, breaking his young innocent psyche, do to his inexperience that person, died slowly
He died in his hands, Terra felt the mans warm blood, as it draped his hands and his soaked his clothing, and as the blood went cold he saw the mans life fade away and with his death that man stool his childhood, his innocence, it was no longer a game, it was no more wooden swords at the academy, It was no more words, but reality, and reality sucked, he was not ready to kill.
Terra live day to day, he has little goals and currently no dreams, but, there more to the rock cold man that clad in the dark armor. | One word can describe Terra in combat, Brutal. He has a no mercy no prisoner approach to combat, hes cold and distant creating a rift between him and his target, yes target, once he draws his blade the person before him forfeit his rights, he is no longer a man, but a thing, a flesh bag filled with blood, no more, no less, this mentality is what has keep him Sane while hes well aware that all of group Zero has seen combat, he still believes that most of them are to childish to pure, lacking the passion and conviction to stay alive in real combat, they have yet had to kill children, they had yet had to confront people they trusted as friends, they have yet to lose everything, most of them still cling to hope, and as much as he would wish hope would be enough, in the world of combat, hope, faith, luck, mean little, its action and reaction, its a fill of wills and dreams and only those with the strongest and most powerful conviction will be able to move forward, to survive another day.
Fighting is something he has hone over the years having spent most of his life inside a battle field , hes learned many things, its not always who has the greatest numbers, or who draws the blade first at times its who draws the blade last who ends up having the undeniable victory, he has no pride over all his victories, for a reason he creates a rift, between him and them, he prefers to enter combat with a clear mind, one without distractions, some may find it strange when he offers approaches that avoid conflict, but this is because hes learned that one needs to take advantage of everything in combat, even if its playing tricks as dirty as taking the child of the man before him as hostage, acts he wont regret as in the end, he still lives and the job was done
| This is the part most people dont see, the part most of the world is blinded, due to the fact that there distracted by the dark, gritty and grim Terra. That they fail to see Riku, the guy who makes others peoples dreams his and protects them with a passion, putting his own health and life in the way. Many specially group Zero fail to see that when hes not being defensive or fighting, Terra has practically deleted common knowledge out of his system, which makes him oblivious at times of the most basic things, such as cooking, and education, among other things
At times he may seem quite childish, as he never really outgrew that stage of his life, he just shattered it into pieces and spread it all over the place, theres a lot he keeps hidden, in general hes not a bad person, just bitter and tired of having to kill to stay alive, yet having little choice in the matter while at the same time scared as hes well aware that when the war ends hes going to be obsolete
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Its most likely the only earth ability anyone will see from Riku at less till he decides to use any other, channeling his power, he punches the ground or sticks his blade, causing a crack to be formed up to four meters forward spreading in a cone like shape up to three meters wide, anything standing on those cracks will find their legs getting held down by roots, the roots are easily cut, but as long as the blade or fist is connecting against the ground they will continue to re-spawn, anyone who ignores the roots will find that they will slowly pull him into the ground the process takes time, but once their ankles are buried, they will most likely need outside help or be consumed by the earth. This power, leaves Riku open, to attack, and its quite draining, making it hard to keep it up for more than ten minutes. | A black suit of armor made out of a powerful black material thats quite resilient to damaged, if one would compare it to modern standards it would take a close range slug from a shotgun to dent it, the helmet is adorned with horns, and its shoulders and elbows with spikes. What makes this armor special is that its bonded to Riku. A sleeve style tattoo adorns his left arm, by running his fingers through the tattoo, Riku is capable of summoning the armor onto his body. | Having lost his real sword in combat Riku had to replace his weapon with a simple, but high quality Katana, its steel blade is two feet long, having a single edge and a soft curve characteristical to the Katana, its hilt is six inches long simple without any type of guard whatsoever and it weights exactly three pounds. |
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Riku has deep respect for Katsumi, she has a dream, yet she's not blinded by childish views of the world, her strong personality and skilled with the blade allows him to trust her in combat to the point many would think that he does not care of her well being, on the contrary, he knows that she will prevail and do to that he's capable of doing his thing with out having to waste his time keeping an eye on Group Zero so called leader. He usually does what she ask with out much of a grunt, knowing that her levelheadedness won't purposely steer the group wrong and that she's more than willing to put herself first. | His relationship with Aqua is difficult, he finds her childish, turning things into games and challenges and how she continues to complain every time theres no water around them. He knows that he can rely on her as a person, though he questions he fighting ability.
He never threats her badly out of spite, but it may seem that way to some as he tends to be direct and the few times he speaks ends up poping her bubble, though there have been times where Aqua's little competitions have managed to draw out a more playful side to Terra one that people rarely get to see. | For some it may be strange, but Fortuna is one of the people Riku trust the most in the group, mainly do to her distance, she does not try to force her self in like the others, and her maturity allows him to treat her as an equal, she had no interest in talking about her past and he has no interest in asking about it. He does have moments where he clashes with Lady Luck usually when she begins to question Katsumi's leadership since he knows how teams can crumble if the leader is questioned, though it's not below him to fallow her lead if it comes to it, even though they have very different ways of doing things. | If there's someone that knows him beyond the name and armor is Yue, the only person he refers to by name and not by there 'element'. Yue is special, for starters is the one person he will never argue with unless there lives are in the line, while he get's quite irked when the rest of the team acts childish or plays around, it's clear to everyone in group Zero that he allows Amor to drag him in her crazy escapades, specially when she tried to play cupid amongst the team.
He knows she's a good person, someone he can trust, yet he won't as he feels that he needs to protect her, his brother fell in love with her and lost his life before becoming truly happy, at times he feels it was her fault, which reflects on his sour mood when she approaches him.
Amor knows that under any circumstances no mater if they had argued, if his life would be on the line, it docent mater he will go out of the way to save her, he left her side years ago, but he never broke his oath, he was to protect the young priestess.
| At first Sano's optimism annoyed him it was that one ray of light that keeps falling on your face as you try to fall asleep and do to that they clashed more than once at the beginning, but as time passed he saw that his optimism was not littered with childish ideals, Sano is a healer, but he has the heart of a warrior, having lost something important yet he keep fighting.
He finds it amusing that Sano tried to translate his silence, which half of the time he docent even try to correct, the other half he just rolls his eyes, he respects the boy and his dream, to the point that during long nights he's been known to drag the young healer out of his bed just to train him, Paladin's live on hope while Dark Knights live on there Darkness, there is not that much of a difference. | Like two sides of the coin Terra clashes powerfully against Fidel on many aspects, he does not purposely try to antagonize the young monk, but there views are very different, while Terra prefers solitude, Fidel looks for company, while the monk is known for his compassion, Terra is known for his brutality.
It's not that the two can't find a middle ground its that the two have very different views, to Fidel's luck Terra is not all that vocal, keeping mostly to himself, in a way Terra envies Fidel for being able to live by his faith and conviction, there very different persons and to do that Fidel is the last person in Terra's trusts, mainly because in his eyes he know that Fidel could pardon his enemies in good will which could lead to trouble on the long haul.
| [====] | She's interesting and hard to put a finger on, some times she's sweet at others, she can be quite hateful, Riku tends to clash against her, usually over the most silly things. When she tries to push him he pushes back, knowing that she's quite capable, and seeing her potential, she's swift and powerful making her one of the few he's willing to team up with in combat, do to here training and family she understands what's at stake so he docent shy from pushing her as much as she pushes him.
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[b][u]STUDENT I.D:[/u][/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b] Riku
[b]Race:[/b] Meta-Human
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]School:[/b] N/A
[b]Powers:[/b]
[spoiler=Consume]Its most likely the only earth ability anyone will see from Riku at less till he decides to use any other, channeling his power, he punches the ground or sticks his blade, causing a crack to be formed up to four meters forward spreading in a cone like shape up to three meters wide, anything standing on those cracks will find their legs getting held down by roots, the roots are easily cut, but as long as the blade or fist is connecting against the ground they will continue to re-spawn, anyone who ignores the roots will find that they will slowly pull him into the ground the process takes time, but once their ankles are buried, they will most likely need outside help or be consumed by the earth. This power, leaves Riku open, to attack, and its quite draining, making it hard to keep it up for more than ten minutes.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Dark Knight Armor]A black suit of armor made out of a powerful black material thats quite resilient to damaged, if one would compare it to modern standards it would take a close range slug from a shotgun to dent it, the helmet is adorned with horns, and its shoulders and elbows with spikes. What makes this armor special is that its bonded to Riku. A sleeve style tattoo adorns his left arm, by running his fingers through the tattoo, Riku is capable of summoning the armor onto his body.[/spoiler][/spoiler]
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Post by Ashken on Oct 4, 2023 3:28:18 GMT
YAMADA, AKITSU ----------
[Name] Akitsu Yamada [Age] 16 [Birthdate] MM/DD Nationality/Cultural Group: (where did you come from and who raised you?) [Height] 141 cm / 4 ft 7 in. "Small? Brave words for someone within uppercut distance" - Akitsu [Weight] (same as above) Gender: Male Affiliations: Are there any groups they are card carrying members of? They accept all perks and responsibilities of those affiliations. [Appearance]HAIR: Brown. The messy strait hair is usually allowed to do as it wishes, bangs falling naturally above is eyes, barely hiding his eyebrows, yet cleaned around his ears. EYES: Brown. Is what you will read in official documents, though amber might be a more accurate representation of red-yellow coloration distinctive to him. While the expression is to have ones emotions in their sleeve, his live right on his eyes. BODY TYPE: Though not muscular as someone dedicated to martial arts, he keeps a slim build, if a little underweight. "Shrine chores... So many" - Akitsu STYLE: At times it feels like he jumps between uniform to uniform. Wearing robes when practicing priestly duties, and the bugei uniform when in the school. Outside those two he ends up dressing up a bit more than needed in many situations, not used to dressing down often. When he has a choice, shades of greens are some of his to go colors. Belongings: weapons, armor, gadgets, and other things your character generally has handy in most situations. Can also include things they may own, like vehicles. Pets should be included as an NPC even if it isn’t human level intelligence.. If it is something akin to batman gadgets it should be listed among your character strengths. If we are looking at something akin to a divine sword or ancient artifact, it should be listed in your power theme if that is what your powers stem from or as a passive power. Personality: Me? Just a normal kid - Akitsu Death has come to his door more than once, yet he still lives. If you ask him, some trickster god draws amusement off his existence. Which has cheapened the value of his own life in his eyes. He does take his responsibilities quite seriously, and is a tinge superstitious not wishing to draw the ire of the gods. Having been raised to be a priest he can be socially awkward. Something he hopes to fix by being in the academy. Yet, Pride before destruction. He can be stubborn, and at time unmoving in his belief, little is capable of causing him to budge. Character Strengths: Akitsu is quite knowledgeable about rituals. Almost encyclopedic knowledge about yokai. Character Flaws: He's been known to be socially awkward finding it difficult to talk or meet new people. Call it superstition, or the fact the rod was not spared in his upbringing but he's a terrible liar, he rather be honest, and he has some pride issues which can bruise and lead to outburst from him. Not being a fighter, Akitsu also lacks strength and stamina. Backstory: How did your character end up to the point where they start on the site? Please write at least one paragraph. Include how they joined their affiliation if any. Please write a paragraph detailing this backstory and if you have any affiliations, how your character joined up with this group. What shaped your character to be who they are currently? Family, Friends Etc.: Include npcs connected with your character here. Family, friends, close acquaintances, people important to the characters backstory, can be added to later with mod approval(this refers to important npcs, like in the Shinsengumi or Ruling Class or say the Priest/Priestesses of Ise). [Powers] The following section is where you construct your powers. The setup below is a suggestion and a higher end cap. Be aware that Passives are considered a rank lower in effect strength with the trade off of being sustained and always on unless suppressed. Power Theme: Magic takes many forms, each one as unique as the individual that manifests them. What form does your magic take? Are you fused with a yokai, did you make a contract for power? Do you wield a sacred or cursed artifact? Do you follow a specific tradition, Hermetic, Godai? Do you focus through talismans or do you use other foci like cards? Perhaps you could actually make it as a daytime TV psychic, or a fortune teller? Perhaps your expression of magic is so unique that it can’t even be listed. Can also inform abilities that You may have of D rank or lower That do not merit an entry in the sheet. Rank C Ability: A power that is not as taxing to use, low resource load for limited effects. This usually affects no more than Yourself or one other person at a time, and the effect is to a moderate extent. In the case of transformation, it's usually only one aspect (gain claws or tougher skin, or horns that can be used as weapons) In the case of summoning it would involve a creature of limited utility. It rises above what the average person can do, but is not considered a significant threat to public order. Rank B Ability: Forces you to dig deeper and expend more energy to use, in exchange the effects can be more significant or wider reaching than the previous power. This class of powers can be considered dangerous in the wrong hands and the reason why your character is registered is due to its potential risk to the public. However these powers lack the level of effect that could prove utterly destructive or cause a major impact. These powers are what allow the character to be a notable threat to a full fledged yokai, but are unlikely to be instantly lethal. Rank C Passive: An always active effect on you, a small boost that doesn't change much, but can give rise to impacts that go beyond normal human limits if only slightly. Slightly being for example, a passive healing effect that slowly heals you, or something in the realm of an emotional effect on those around your character. It varies based on the player’s character’s abilities. |
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Post by Ashken on Oct 4, 2023 3:29:02 GMT
I think, therefore I am [===] Those where the first words to echo in my mind, as those words reverberate in the fleshy contours of my skull the darkness parted and memories flooded in. Sum [I am], Eram , Erõ I tried to find myself, yet, I could not, I was all I knew, and I knew all I was and deep inside as long as that stayed true, I would live. [Name]&nbsp;Kagi [Apparent Age] 27 [Birthdate] Jan 01 [Gender] Male [Nationality/Cultural Group]&nbsp;Japanese [Language] Japanese Affiliation: Currently unaffiliated.&nbsp; [Appearance]Kagi does not know how long it has been since his form has been undefined. His true physical form is a true an enigma even to himself. His current form, his 'true' self, can be defined as a humanoid mass of light, not blinding bright, but a kind of luminescence shrouded in shadows which allow him to maintain a humanoid form, this form is not to big standing around five feet and strangely weighting around hundred and eighty pound, other than his almost perfect dentures and big ears, there almost no identifying traits in this small human, his shape proportions resemble a male form, but it's hard to put a finger on it. When it comes to clothing, it's obvious he doesn't need it as there is no real identifiable features beyond strangely perfect teeth. When among the Yokai he rarely wears anything. He has chosen a form he has become his new default, when he needs to be around other people. It has a mature aura to it. He has brown layered hair that even though he rarely styles it, seem to avoid turning into a mess. He has two main bangs framing his face little below the cheekbone; the rest of it falls little over his eyes, almost reaching at the base of his neck the hair grows out that it flows out little below his shoulders. His eyes are a light coffee color. His brows are thin and so are the rest of the features in his face, his nose and lips are as already mentioned small delicate almost feminine. His body is lithe, it's the body of a man who lets his words and money do the talking, before even lifting a finger, but even so his legs are the strongest parts in his body. His fingers are slender long and agile, developed in his years of practicing different musical instruments. When he does have to wear clothes, you're&nbsp;going to find him in a traditional Hakama normally in black. A white kimono emblazoned with large crest on the back that on quick inspection can be identify as the crest of his defunct master and teacher the void alchemist and to finish the attire he tends to use Geta's as footwear. Belongings:&nbsp;He's known to carry around a bag, where he keeps all his notebooks, pencils, pen, and a quick change of clothing in case he needs to conform to the social standards or move around normal people. Jeans, some thin gloves, long sleeve shirt and a baseball cap and some shoes, in short clothing that covers up as much as possible. [Personality]Kagi can be described in many colorful ways: weird, silly, funny, genius, batshit insane- the list goes on. He has a crooked code of honor, and no real sense of personal pride, dubious morals and principles; He tends to do things on a whim.&nbsp;and even thought he can distinguish "right" from "wrong" he tends to ignore those lines since they set limits on his fun. He avoids things that may end up bad for him, thought it does not mean he won't bend rules or laws. In reality is mostly a front, to hide his fears and insecurities, he himself is not sure he is the real Kagi, or what he is anymore, his memories a borrowed collection of thoughts, once written on paper or passed on by the people who claim to be his family.&nbsp;&nbsp; Character Strengths:
Recollection; it might be a side effect of his amnesia, but he's become quite skilled at remembering things.&nbsp; Copy Cat; Between his powers and a lot of people watching he's gotten good and picking up mannerisms from people.&nbsp; Musically inclined; Music is one of the few things that feel his and he still enjoys practicing different instruments.&nbsp; Character Flaws:
Strength; he's not a fighter, he lacks the physicality, even if he were to make it seem like it's there.&nbsp; Amnesia; Having lost all his previous memories, he lost access to decades of magical training and alchemical knowledge.&nbsp; Impulsive; Planning not his strong point, if anything, he's realized that old Kogi would wait and let the world happen to him, he will act and at least crash with the wheel on his hands.&nbsp; [Backstory]He learned and he taught. He was the apprentice of a wise sorcerer, who taught him magic. How the weave the world and tap into the essence of it all.&nbsp; His master had survived many hardships, and did many great things, he was teacher at heart, a great believer that knowledge is the sharpness weapon anyone could wield, but as a mortal, all he could do was pass his knowledge as he had conquered many things, but death was not one. Kagi as he was known at the time, was the son of a trader, but showed a natural knack when it came to magic in particular control over his own soul, seeing such talent his master made sure to take him in, and re-write Kagi's destiny. Kagi was talented no one could deny that, but the was childish, he didn't have the control to draw out his full potential. It took years of intense training to teach Kagi to have the control needed to become a great user of magic and a proficient alchemist. The first time Kagi step outside Kenjou was to participate in another of his master's attempt of creating an elixir for immortality, and through there are many elixirs that claim to extend one's life, his master would not settle for less. This experiment ended in a failure like many others, what made that day different compared to his other trips was that they were attacked by an Oni, in another circumstance His master would have been capable of trampling over the demon whit ease, but her needed to protect Kagi who was frozen at the sight of the monster. The Oni was not the brightest of beasts, but as smart enough to know that he needed to rip the powerful spellcaster first. Mutually wounded the Oni escaped, leaving behind the scared Kagi and the wounded master. Kagi never returned to Kenjou he thought himself as guilty as the demon for his master's death, he could not return and say that his master had died and that he had done nothing to prevent it. Returning to his father, Kagi took up the mantel of traveling merchant, something that was in his blood; he slowly traveled the world, a world completely distinct to what he knew in Kenjou. He buried his thoughts in business and education, at times leaving Japan to explore the lands beyond. It was a long time before life brough him home, his father dying of a sickness that was slowly consuming him, his mother desperate to find a solution, and Kagi once more opening the books of sorcery he taught he would never use again. By the time he had worked creations that might slow the sickness, it was spread to his mother, by the time his father had passed, his younger sister was affected by the disease, desperation grew, and he became brash. Using magic he had never mastered before he managed to cure his sister, and his mother was on the road to recovery, celebrations where cut short as the sickness sneaked up on him, by the time he realized he was weak, he though he made it perfect, as perfect as he had done it for his sister, for this mother, he though... or at least that is what he wrote on his journal, he has read those words a thousand times now, and they still feel as foreign as the name Kagi, they feel as foreign as his mother Mao, or his sister Luka, but as long as he believes these words, he lives. [Family, Friends Etc]- Eon 'The Void' Alchemis, a powerful sorcerer, known for his alchemical creations, has a secretive school called Kenjou, where they await his return, believing that the dead master has achieved true immortality.&nbsp;&nbsp;
- Kok 'The Merchant', Kagi's father was a merchant and an aggressive one, his wealth was amassed quickly, sometimes though the help of funding some samurai and other by aggressively expanding a mysterious sickness took him, most of his wealth drained in his attempt to save himself.&nbsp;&nbsp;
- Mao 'The resplendent', current owner of Kok's remaining businesses, although diminished due to the mysterious sickness, she radiates calm, and even hand, leading the family with grace, and her late husband business with efficiency.&nbsp; &nbsp;
- Luka 'The voice', a hikikomori, ever since she got better from the sickness, she rarely leaves her room, it's hard to know what she's up to from behind the door.
[Powers]Power Theme: A Thousand Lives [Shapeshifter] Rank C Ability: I think, therefore I am: Kagi's whole existence clings to the simple fact that he must be capable of being aware of his existence, and fears forgetting anything to the point he tends to obsessively write about everything he's seen and done. He tries to live a life where he avoids dangers and any kind of situation where his mind might be compromised, powers that affect the mind, can have disastrous and in cases deadly results for Kagi, in short his whole life revolves around an almost obsessive practically paranoid need to recall. And advantage provided by this power is that it allows him to physically shapeshift into any human form, may it be male or female as long as he's capable of keeping in mind the form he wishes to assume, but in order to be able to do this effectively he needs to know what he's turning into, so he needs to spend time studying the person, the longer he studies then the better will his imitation end up being, same with a person's voice, he needs to hear it and pay great attention the longer he hears the voice and the more "samples" he has, the more efficient will the imitation be. This always leaves rooms for flaws as he's only capable of taking a person's shape, the personality, and mannerism are a completely different thing, sure he can try to imitate, but that has more to do with his personal skill than his powers. The longer he spends in a form other than his true form or his default one, the harder it is for him to remember how he used to look even when seeing a photograph [which usually come out distorted in his own eyes] or reading from his own journals, one would think he would be pleased at finally having a real form, a true identity, the problem is this identity is not the real to him, hence he will slowly forget his true form which would eventually cause him to collapse, at the moment the longest he's been able to keep a particular shape other than his 'default' is thirty minutes, after that his memory starts to get fussy. He rarely tries to push longer than that due to his fear of losing himself, if he completely loses himself there a great chance he will end up dead, another problem he needs to cope with is with the forms inner self 'voices' in his head that represent that form, which try to coax him to stay in that form longer or to act in a certain way, they can be highly tempting and can cause him to move away from his goals. Rank B Ability:&nbsp;
Rank C Passive: Thousand voices: He has an ear for things the more he hears them the more precise can he copy. Using his abilities, he's able to change his body to replicate the voices of others almost perfectly, and in some cases even the sounds of animals and other sounds, thought the more human the sound the easier it is for him to replicate.&nbsp; |
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Post by Ashken on Oct 8, 2023 15:02:31 GMT
Cast Bio
-------- Thomas "Tim" Drake the adventurer. Where he lacks in stature he makes up in heart and courage, like a chihuahua he's not one to back out of trouble, always protecting those he care for even if it means getting even more trouble, his height can be a touchy subject, so you've been warned. [Insert picture] Stats
-------- Nationality: Canadian American
Codename: Zecter
Age: 15
DOB: 6/9/1996
Gender: Male
Affiliations:
The Look
-------- - Height: 49
[li]Weight: 94lbs
[li]Hair Color: Black
[li]Eye Color: Black
Ref #1, Ref #2, Ref #3, Ref #4, Ref #5, Ref #6At first glance everyone thinks oh what a cute kid, till the boy who is usually seen wearing shorts that hang bellow his knees, sleeveless shirts and black tinted goggles that almost always are hanging from his neck, states, I'm fifteen. Thomas, or Tim as many of his friends and family call him is small, more do to his powers than by genetics, but more on that later, when his goggles hang from his neck, one can see his eyes, which unassumingly are black, Tim didn't exactly win the meta-human lottery, his build is thin and lanky like that of a kid much younger than him, making many doubt and claims that he's going trough puberty not potty training... Good looks? Well that's if you like cute and tiny, messy black hair falls all over the place sometimes covering his eyes, a sea of freckles have been dusted around his cheeks and nose, lighting up like Christmas tree's when he blushes and during summer time they seem to multiply and spreed through his arms and shoulders. The Person
-------- How can one begin to describe Tim? There more to him than black and white, more than just the simple let's jump head first into adventure, contrary to what most people think, Tim rarely does something to prove himself, he docent need to prove how brave, good, or courageous he can be, he like changing himself and he truly enjoys his powers, the world has changed so much that adventurers of old have vanished, now if you want to make a discovery, you head to space, the deep sea or lock yourself in a room doing science or math its not that he dislikes those things, but he grew up watching cowboy movies, and reading books of people going on epic quests, and the day his powers clicked, after the much expected freak out, he saw a blessing, a way to see the world like most have never seen it before real adventure. Tim is not much of a fighter, but he can curl up his fist if the situation calls for it, if theres something he really dislikes, to the point of having becomes an obsession is people talking about his height, it quickly manages to get him into a very bad mood, he truly believes height is not a limitation just an obstacle, he's seen ants build colonies that in his eyes are better than anything a human could build, topple humans and there not stooped by there size. As a final note, the topic of love and relationships tend to float a lot around teenagers, and Tim is no different, he's not much of an appearance person having out grown the stage of looks are everything, how did he outgrew it, he had a short lived relationship once, before his powers came to be, he tends to put others before himself, and when it comes to falling in love, he will just let cupid do his job, he had very little interest in hunting for it, as he has very little interest in being disappointed once more. Powers
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--------- Born Thomas Drake, Tim's life was not exactly easy it had it's rough edges his father a military man a job that took him away from his family at a young age, leaving behind an unborn child and a desperate wife. Tim mother was a warrior not in the swords and armor way, but in spirit, she would hold up to three jobs at times, during the day she worked at retail, during the nights in a very rowdy bar and during her free time she would do nails and hair for proms or any other activity, this left her with very little time for her son, school could only steal so much time of his life, the rest of it, he was an errant soul, luckily there neighbor worked at the local library, and though Tim's mother did not have the money to buy the boy video games or even a Tv do to all the debts she had to pay since her husbands death, there was nothing stopping him from borrowing a book or two from the library, it ate hours of his life, allowing him to ignore the fact he was alone most of the time. Years past and the kid zone could no longer entertain him, he had started to expand, reading all sorts of topic, and taking ours on end with the librarian, to the point, the librarian jokingly started to call him Tim the Teacher. At age thirteen he was the sharpest boy in class at that young age he started his first relationship, at first it was just a very close friendship, she loved how smart he was, and funny, and goofy, and though he had the bad habit of rambling over things, she knew how to quiet him down, it slowly evolved till they became boyfriend and girlfriend and they where practically inseparable, it was by now that Tim started to realize something was a bit wrong with him, everyone has started to tower over him, while in the past he was always the biggest, his father had been a six foot something man in his life, and his grandfather was not that far away, he didn't let him bug him till the jeers and the jokes started, by the time he was four teen the difference was clear not only that he had a new secret, what seem to have been a twenty four hour virus, had more repercussions that he could have ever expected, two thin film like wings sprouted form his back, small almost invisible to the human eye, yet there, he discovered he could hide them, unless he got nervous or angry... Trying to hide the secret started to not only affect him, but his relationship, she realized that he was hiding something, what she did not know, so she went to the deep end thinking he was with another girl, in a last attempt to fix everything and finally tell her the truth, they set up a big date, they walked on the park, spoke about there differences, went to a nice little place to eat, lastly they went to see a movie, and as the credits rolled, they moved forward for a kiss closing each others eyes, Tim felt something different, by the time he opened his eyes he was falling off his seat leaving him in the middle of a stamped of people, as he tried to find his way out, he could see the disappointed look on his girlfriends face that was if one could dare to still call them self her boyfriend, it was clear she though he ran away, that she though he abandoned her, that he could not keep up with the lie... Defeated he left which took him an eternity, it took him day to reach his house in those day he forced himself to learn how to fly, stole the goggles from a toy and learned that he had a third power, by the time he reached his house, everyone was looking for him, friends, family, even the police it took him few more days of seeing his mom suffer before he figured out how to reverse his power, in truth he just wanted to hug her, tell her not to cry anymore, in the end he found how grow back, after a big old slap that practically sent him flying to the floor, his mom didn't leave him our of her sight for a week. He never went back to school and avoided his ex-girlfriend like a plague, during that year he realized that when he returned back from his tiny adventure, he had lost more than just a few inches in the process and that for some reason he seem not to grow anymore, but at the same time he figure out how to control his powers better and how to make them work when he wanted not when they felt like it, he learned there limits, there strengths and there weaknesses and then when his mother started to argue that he could not hide forever and argument Tim did not agree with, a letter arrived , inviting him to Saint Lilliana a school for kids like him... Appearances Thus Far......
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-------- Family: Mortal Enemy:Hates:Rival(s):Acquaintances: Roommate: Friends: Good Friends:Best Friend: Kath Likes:Dating:Loves: |
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Post by Ashken on Oct 14, 2023 2:38:10 GMT
The Prince formally known as Gō Shō|| Ichigo Nezumi ---------- [Name:: Ichigo Nezumi [Age:: 24 [Birthdate:: 09/03 [Gender:: Male [Nationality/Cultural Group:: Japanese [Affiliations:: NAPI [Language:: Japanese [Appearance][Hair:: Strawberry blond [Eyes:: Bright Blue [Complexion:: Terracotta [Height:: 5 ft. 5 in. [Weight:: 175 lbs. [Tail:: 3 ft. 4 in. [Build:: Athletic
Belongings: - NAPI ID
- Lockpick Set
- List item 3
- List item 4
- List item 5
Personality: Character Strengths: Character Flaws: - Sweet tooth
- Anxious
- List item 3
[Backstory][::The forgotten prince The past is blurry for him, having been born Prince Gō he was not the oldest of the royal line, allowing him a certain amount of freedom not easily achieved by the next in line to be king. He was educated, and pampered. The kingdoms brazen willingness to interact with the rest of the world gave him an interesting view of the lands beyond Japan. He vaguely remembers his kingdom preparing from danger after the day of Crimson Snow the current King Sho Tai was not going to allow similar act to happen on his land, it was during this time that their borders hardened. Yokai took advantage of their closed borders to try to gain a foothold on the island. Go knew that the King would not bow down, nor would ask for help, so he and a group of loyal members took a ship and headed toward the mainland. They never made it. [::The carnival Having been rescued from what would have been death at the sea, Gō found himself in this new land, the Carnival as it was known to the locals, a place where Yokai and humans could co-exist. It took a long time for the young Prince to warm up. He had a perception of Yokai being savages, and the regular folk beneath him. His attitude attracted the attention of the Yokai who controlled this realm, bringing the young prince to his inner circle, Gō though that they finally realized his importance, though he had a mission and needed to return to ensure his family got protection. This was denied of him, he could request practically anything, but never freedom, for a time he rebelled, much to the amusement of the Ringleader, as time passed, he realized a number of things, even though he could not leave new people, youths usually would arrive, some dressed strangely, and spoke strange dialects, even some of the ones claiming to be from Japan just where odd. Another thing he realized was that even though at times it felt like years and other seconds, the world rarely changed, if it was not due to the new arrivals, he would barely realize time had passed. It was not till he encountered among the crowds a Yokai that looked familiar this Boar-like Yokai, was gorging itself on the food, after a while of trying to get his attention, the Yokai recognized him yet no matter how much he tried he could not make him realize how much he had changed. He confronted the Ringleader, much to his amusement, the ringleader had his servants bring a mirror and stand the young prince before it, making him aware of his own changes. “ Some I eat, Some serve me, some I play with” Dread sat on him, he tried to warn people, the Yokai has awoken memories buried withing himself, moments where he himself accepted the Carnival and was the most prone to be molded by the magic. With his newfound knowledge, he tried to warn others, yet he could not reach them, if anything the changes where more obvious to him, he avoided the food, he avoided the games, any chance of allowing the carnival to placate him lead to him loosing pieces of himself. He felt small in this new world, he knew he was that delicate strawberry waiting for the perfect moment that peek ripeness before being consumed. Why else would his name be Ichigo. He became used to slithering and finding crevices far from the music, and the food, avoiding the temptation to let it all sweep him away. He still tried to find people to help, warn the new arrivals, but as time went on he more and more realized how much the music just overwhelmed him, his ears too sensitive. This became his life, till one of the new arrivals caught his attention, they where rebellious, looking for ways out, he had not seen something like that in a long time, he approached carefully, it took time to gain their trust. It was liberating to find someone else who was not bound by the spell. They plotted their freedom, there where times his new friend would try to tell him how the world had changed, but Ichigo would stop him, in part because it scared him, but he also wanted to escape and have his friend show him the world. The escape went terribly, they triggered multiple traps, and the harder they tried to escape, the more aggressive did the magic tried to keep them tied to the carnival. He remembers the Ringleader finally realizing what they were trying, only to capture both of them, separating Ichigo from his friend. [::The Search Waking up in a strange world was not bad enough, his friend was nowhere to be found, people looked at him strangely, the buildings where wrong, the clothes, the sounds, everything was wrong. The authorities took him in, they tried to get his story, but the more they asked the more jumbled it would get, a fog forming over his memories. Parts of him slowly starting to remember Gō, a name that apparently was nowhere in the Shō family tree. Eventually NAPI was involved this mystery was right up their ally and if Ichigo was telling the truth, this would explain a number of disappearances. Wishing to save their friend, Ichigo got involved with the detective agency, using any opportunity to track down the Carnival. [::Family, Friends Etc- The Shō Clan: He has no current relationship with any modern member but is highly protective of the clan.
- The Ringleader: His host and tormenter for centuries, there is little Ichigo knows about him beyond controlling things at the Carnival.
- Hatsuyuku Soma: The only reason he was able to escape the Carnival, friend, confidant and the reason he seeks the Carnival.
[Powers]
[::Power Theme Magic takes many forms, each one as unique as the individual that manifests them. What form does your magic take? Are you fused with a yokai, did you make a contract for power? Do you wield a sacred or cursed artifact? Do you follow a specific tradition, hermetic, Godai? Do you focus through talismans or do you use other foci like cards? Perhaps you could actually make it as a daytime TV psychic, or a fortune teller? Perhaps your expression of magic is so unique that it can’t even be listed. Can also inform abilities that You may have of D rank or lower That do not merit an entry in the sheet. (utilities like being able to dust with a gust of wind, or essentially using them as a match) May I ask why? (Themes can help with character design greatly.) (What if themes were incorporated as the character’s known title deemed by their association or organizations and have this more as an informed suggestion than an actual theme section on a template.) (because not every character will belong to an organization this suggestion doesn’t make sense. The purpose of this portion on the character sheet is first and foremost to encourage players to think of their powers in relation to a theme, the second is to make it so that those reviewing their sheets can easily understand what the aim of the powers and characters are.)(then you can have affiliations as blank?) Are themes and affiliations the same? Getting a little confused on what'swhats the goal here. Affiliations can be blank, you can be an independent bounty hunter if you want, themes are specifically themes for your powers, like “fire mage” or “demi yokai fused with a kitsune” or “Yokai pokemon trainer” or “wielder of a blessed relic” things like that. It's essentially asking “what do you envision your character to be or where do their powers stem from?” irrespective of who they are working with. Rank C Ability: A power that is not as taxing to use, low resource load for limited effects. This usually affects no more than Yourself or one other person at a time, and the effect is to a moderate extent. In the case of transformation, it's usually only one aspect (gain claws or tougher skin, or horns that can be used as weapons) In the case of summoning it would involve a creature of limited utility. It rises above what the average person can do, but is not considered a significant threat to public order. Rank B Ability: Forces you to dig deeper and expend more energy to use, in exchange the effects can be more significant or wider reaching than the previous power. This class of powers can be considered dangerous in the wrong hands and the reason why your character is registered is due to its potential risk to the public. However these powers lack the level of effect that could prove utterly destructive or cause a major impact. These powers are what allow the character to be a notable threat to a full fledged yokai, but are unlikely to be instantly lethal. Rank C Passive: |
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Post by Ashken on Nov 7, 2023 18:09:29 GMT
---------- [Name:: Rion Rain [Age:: 17 [Birthdate:: 09/03 [Gender:: Male
[Nationality/Cultural Group:: American [Affiliations:: NAPI [Language:: English, Heavily accented Japanese [Appearance][Hair:: Red [Eyes:: Seafoam Green [Complexion:: Fair [Height:: 5 ft. 10 in. [Weight::185 lbs. [Build:: Slim Amongst his family Rion was unremarkable another red head in a sea of faired skinned siblings, his eyes are a seafoam green, freckles adorn his cheeks and nose, when exposed to the sun for extended time, the seem to multiply on his skin going down his arms and back. There are some signs of his previous athletic prowess, but his thin and slim build speaks more of his time away from sports. There are some scars on him from the accident, some have started to fade, others are still noticeable his right leg had received the most medical interventionand many scars from the number of surgeries. To the point that at times he will still wear a brace, although he's been informed that physically he's made a full recovery. In the four years since the accident there been changes that he has mostly kept to himself. The most noticeable ones being the small bumps bellow his wrist, the home to spinnerets and the fact that his canines have regrown into larger fangs. When it comes to clothing Rion, prefers long sleeve Henley style shirts, jeans and running shoes, he's not exactly picky about his clothes as long as they are somewhat loose. He does wear a fair bit of chains watches and wrist bands that he uses to tactically cover his spinnerets as they are most noticeable for a short time after he's been utilizing them. He also keeps around a number of glasses and sunglasses, though his favorite set have red tinted lenses. Belongings: - NAPI ID
- Lockpick Set
- Fishing Weights
- Red-Tinted Glasses
- Cellphone
- Laptop
Personality: Artificial Confidence. That is in many ways Rion. He tries to put up a strong act of bravery and confidence, with a sprinkle of bravado, but truth be he struggles to keep himself confident. It his sense of righting wrongs that tends to propel him forward even when every fiber on his body tells him to back away. As he his powers have begun to develop, he's found himself at a crossroad, unsure where this will take him. Till recently he had delegated himself into the shadows. Allowing others in his family to shine but with this new opportunity before him, he wonders if he can do more or if his fears stop him. Character Strengths: - Flexible [Mental]; The old adage, No plan survives first contact with the enemy was one he heard many a time from his grandfather, it taught him to be adaptable and willing to change.
- Flexible [Physical]; Rion has practiced and kept himself limber allowing him to maintain great flexibility and range of movement.
Character Flaws: - Sweet tooth; There a few ways to influence Rion like feeding into his sugar addiction.
- Anxious; Ever since the accident, Rion has been hyper vigilant, but this makes even the most day-to-day things difficult at times.
- Awkard; He's been known to be socially awkward finding it difficult to talk or meet new people.
[Backstory][::The tailor and the weaver In the family legend it is said that a tailor who had gained the favor of nobles, and many members of the upper layers of society, was tasked with the important job of creating an outfit that would be presented to the emperor as a gift. After tirelessly designing the outfit, working on its fit, finish and every detail, he struggled with acquiring cloth that would meet the high standards he had imposed on the project. Taking matters into his own hands he began to travel, visiting the textile markets and other experts, going to the point of even considering some of the rare imports, but he felt that it was important that everything in the outfit should be sourced in their homeland a show of strength and independence, to fall back onto imports would diminish his project. He found what he was looking for in the most unlikely of destinations, a minor farming village, not even important enough to be marked in the maps, stopping by it to rest in-between his next destination. He awoke, observing delicate fabrics drying by the wind and sun, even at the distance he could tell the difference between what hung and most of the material he had worked on in the past. Investigating he learned that most of the textiles in the small town were provided by a local weaver who kept mostly to themselves. It took time for the tailor to earn the weavers trust, she was hermit, isolated from the world, her way of life revolved around her work, her art, though as far as most of the local knew she was a sick and lonely woman who had lost her family and sheltered herself from further lost. After the outfit was complete the transactional nature of their interactions evolved, into a respect, admiration and eventually love. He convinced her to move with him, where the fineries of the high courts would be available to her, where he could protect her from harm. She scared of losing what they had admitted her greatest secret, she was a Yokai who had taken human form to live a quiet life, a Tsuchigomu, a giant spider. There was truth to her story, she did lose her family, great fires burned down their home and left her scared, she was ready for death or abandonment, what she received from him was an honest expression of love, which lead to a long marriage, she knew she would outlive him, but she was going to enjoy the life. [:: 21st Century BoyIf asked where you're from? Rion would answer America. If asked where he lived? he would respond with now or in the past? It was not that he wanted to be difficult, it was that his family moved a lot. His father an engineer specializing in bridges, before that he was an officer in the army corps of engineers, building, rebuilding and maintaining things was his father's life, and often he found himself deployed or moving to take a big job. His mother was mostly a stay a home mother, she did commissions for dresses in particular wedding dresses as a way to keep herself engaged, but her hand where often full due to the fact that Rion was one of many, being the second oldest of six children meant that there where at least four kids younger than him he needed to help keep an eye on. His family tried to give everyone opportunities, his oldest Sister, had a talent for music, his younger brother had art in his veins, the two youngest girls took to fashion and design, Rion took to sports. Running, swimming, gymnastics, he didn't excel in many, but he enjoyed pushing his body. He did not do well making new friends, and he struggled with all the moving, but the feeling of his heart racing was all he needed to want to wake up and do it all again. [:: The accident Rion and his family were running late to a gymnastic competition, his father was out of town and his older sister had her own school trip to the local university. Everyone was ready but Rion who allowed his nervousness to make him sick, by the time they were on the road his mom was doing everything she could to make sure they arrived on time. Rion laid his head against the passenger window, trying his best to not let the nerves get the best of him. The image is forever burned into his mind, over the years the seconds have stretched into hours, his nightmares filling the blanks of all the things he could have done, yet he froze as the truck barreled at them. His memory goes blank the moment the impact occurs, but the pain still feels as fresh as the day off, the crying, the voice, the emotions. Next thing he remembered was a hospital, the sterilized smell still makes his stomach turn, having been on the side of the impact Rion took fair bit of the brunt, his younger siblings had some injuries, but they would be fine, Rion had broken bones. The first words he can remember from the fog of medications was a doctor asking him, do you feel this, the sensation was barely there, the doctor seem exited at the answer. He later learned that they had to fix his leg as the doctors put it, it took a long time for his body to heal, for someone who's identify had been sports to find that they needed to relearn how to walk was difficult, when he was finally cleared to do more, there was hesitation, he had fallen before, but now everything seem like an opportunity to injure himself, fear and anxiety became his new normal, the first time he got put into a car, he practically went feral. [:: One thousand four hundred sixtyWhen your only thirteen and you decide to blame yourself to an accident that almost took most of your family away, things change, for the next four years of his life Rion retreated, his father opted to take more stable job to keep the family from moving, hoping some stability would help, most of the family bounced back. Rion and his older sister didn't She blamed herself for not being there, convinced that if she had been there, she could have helped her mom get ready, she could have gotten Rion off his Clift so that they would not have been late. Rion blamed himself, had he not been scared, they could have left on time, had he said something, maybe his mother could have reacted, it was his inaction that cause it all, he was glad that everyone was mostly okay, and would recover, but he found it hard to face his family. His physical recovery came quick, surprising doctors, therapist, nurses, his athletic background gave his body the resiliency, but even then, he healed relatively quickly, the mental wounds took longer, the hesitation took time. It was around this time extended family reached out; he knew about having family in Japan from his mother's side, but it was not often that both sides would interact, something having to-do with his great great grandmother, refusing to take the family business and moving as far away as she could. The more he retracted from his own family the closer he got with his distant family, maybe he thought he could not harm them, maybe the distance allowed him to paint an idealized version of the world. He convinced himself he would visit, that he would get to know them better, when his family slept and the nightmares made it impossible, the time zone difference became a blessing as he could have someone to talk, and when the changes started, they understood, they knew, and guided him. He felt guilty hiding the secret from the rest of the family, but how could he explain what was happening to him, no one else in the family seem to have similar abilities, no one ever mentioned them, there was some proclivities into creation in his family, but he thought that was normal for people to want to make things. He had heard of peoples with powers, but beyond what he would see on the news or websites, he didn't live in that world. His parents' patience started to grow thin. They had tried everything to allow Rion to open up again, and it only seem like he pushed the family further away, Rion felt his very presence was causing the family harm, and with how strongly they reacted to every little thing, how could he ever explain his secrets which were becoming harder and harder to hide. In a house were at the very minimum a dozen eyes where always watching. [:: NipponHe was going to wait till his eighteen birthdays, once his parents could officially not stop him, but after a heated argument, he stormed to his bedroom, he grabbed his bag, blasted music and webbed his bedroom door shut while escaping out of the second-floor window, by the time the webs broke down enough for his parents to enter, he was long gone, he had a plan, and now he allowed his emotions to win, using up every cent he had saved he got on a flight out of the country, and left a message to his relatives. Please help. [::Family, Friends Etc- Connor Rain: The patriarch of the Rain family, he loving, but stern, a bit of a workaholic always buried in his next job, once an Army officer for the Engineer corps, now works as a contractor.
- Cynthia Rain: Rain's mother, hard working woman with an eye for fashion and textiles.
- Quinn Rain: Rion's oldest sister a music mayor, and one of Rion's few confidants.
- Shaun Rain: Rion's younger brother and fellow Japanophile, his love of art has evolved into drawing comics and replicating manga, Rion study partner when practicing Japanese, even if he's personally more interested in the entertainment industry.
- Theresa Rain: Next youngest after Shaun, a bit of a precocious flirt for her age, has build up her confidence in fashion and her sister Ursula's primary model.
- Ursula Rain: Ursula has designed clothing since she can remember, from fixing hand me downs to helping her mom with her dresses, it is her home, her happy place, just no capes.
- Oz Tsubasa; Rion's 'Uncle' from his mother family side, unwilling guardian of Rion.
- Natsuko Tsubasa; Current Matriarch of the Tsubasa family and owner of the textile company ran by the family.
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[::Power ThemeRion hit a genetic lottery, although many in his family have shown small influences of the arachnid bloodline Rion body has a number of adaptations and changes that allow him to do things expected of a spider and as he's grown more elements have become evident... Rank C Passive: Arachnid PhysiologyDue to his genetic influence of having a Tsuchigumo in his family tree Rion has developed a number of traits and adaptations, most are subtle and hidden, big emotions can cause his the Yokai blood in him to boil and make some of these traits more pronounced. His canines are more pronounced, and his has developed an entire system for the production of the various chemicals needed to produce things like his spider silk. Rank C Ability: WeaveRion body is able to produce a natural sticky substance that when spun resembles spider silk, a combination of proteins and chemicals that his body instinctually mixes, through his body's adaptations he can manipulate the mixture with more presession. By his wrist lies a gland where spinneret allow him to weave the substance into silk, he's capable of having control over the thickness of the weave, at its thickest it resembles a rope. The strength of his weaves is relative to their thickness, though due to his lack of experience there not as strong as an actual spider, resembling closer the strength of a rope strong enough to hold his weight. There a somewhat tacky texture to the silk, enough for it to stick to itself, it would not be enough to restrain someone solely on that. Although he's gotten better and creating his silk, the proteins in them could be better processed by his body, causing his creations to start breaking down and disintegrate over time, becoming weaker as time goes. Although there is a supernatural element to his powers affected by his diluted Yokai ancestry, there a fair bit of mechanical elements to his abilities, and everything from his health to energy levels can affect his webs, and like any muscle his spinnerets can be over worked, and his bodies silk production tapped out. Rank B Ability: Rage For a small window of five minutes, Rion body pushes itself to its limit of Forces you to dig deeper and expend more energy to use, in exchange the effects can be more significant or wider reaching than the previous power. This class of powers can be considered dangerous in the wrong hands and the reason why your character is registered is due to its potential risk to the public. However these powers lack the level of effect that could prove utterly destructive or cause a major impact. These powers are what allow the character to be a notable threat to a full fledged yokai, but are unlikely to be instantly lethal. |
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Post by Ashken on Sept 2, 2024 16:39:23 GMT
Cast Bio
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Atlas not because that's his birth name or because it's cool, it's because he can't remember. Originally designated as a Robotic Human Simulation R.O.N.I. he was re-calibrated as part of a prototype Titan model, codenamed Atlas. He's been asleep so long, that everything seems to be a faraway dream, a part of him knows the correct years, yet at the same times he feels oddly out of time almost as if he didn't belong.
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Codename: Atlas
Aliases:&nbsp;Robotic Human Simulation/ R.O.N.I, Titan Unit
Name:&nbsp;
Nationality: American
Age: 27 || Resembles a 15-year-old
Birthdate: 14/03
Gender: Male
Affiliations: N/A
The Look
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Height: 5 ft 4 in
Weight: 315lbs
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Black || Glows Violet
At first glance Atlas looks like a teenager, comfortable clothing if a bit basic, at times he will wear more involved outfits, though turtlenecks seem to be his signature top, and boots his signature shoes. His hair is a vibrant shade of blue kept in a mid-part which rapidly grows back just long enough to barely cover his ears.
His eyes are usually the first thing that betrays his in-human state. Deep black, at less till you stand close enough and see them whir, small flicks and clicks, and when intense emotions or he taps into some of his systems, the other rings glow in a deep violet. A big part of his appearance was his father immortalizing his happiest memory of his son, leaving Atlas stuck in this barely teenaged body. His young features carry a certain maturity to them, and his slim, frame is deceptive to the power his body is able to generate.
If you were to ask him, he not a human. Truth is, it's complicated. In order to save his son, his father rebuild his sons shattered body with cybernetics, using some of the most advance technology available to him, the man was a genius. When he was made, he wanted him to be as human as possible so other than his eyes, everything from his hair to his feet, looks and passes for human. His hair is synthetic, his body capable of producing it even though it seems real enough at first glance. His tanned skin, is also synthetic, soft and firm to the touch, connected to thousands of artificial nerve receptors and if he ever gets cut he will bleed... Not red blood, nor black oil, but a white, blue liquid, depending on where it surges from it could be bright almost as if still carried great amount of electric charge.
Personality: How does your character tend to think and act, what are their ideals? Their taboos? Who are they and who do they want to be? Please write at least one paragraph.
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Rank C Passive:Cybernetic body wrote:
Due to the level of cyborgisation, he does not consider himself being a human, but machine. His body is a highly advance piece of technology at first glance it appears human, being able imitate, everything from facial gestures to more simple human reactions like hair standing on ends and shivering, they had the full intention of him being as human as possible, which forced them to push the boundaries of technology.
In a way he will never age, his body may slow down, and such, but physically unless he upgrades himself, he will always look the same, in a way a blessing and a curse, being stuck in an age that limits his interactions can be a pain.
Being borderline a perfect imitation of a human, he has organs, skin, blood, and can feel pain, these can be damaged and can kill him if they begin to fail, some of them are there just for show, but most do have work, his body can digest food in order to create more artificial skin, refresh the minerals in his artificial blood and most importantly provide nutrition to his very human brain. This extends to other systems like his respiratory system in where the amount of oxygen he requires to stay functional is less and it's in a way reflected through his ability to 'hold' his breath longer. The damage is very real, lack oxygen will slow down his many processes and chemical reactions that maintain his energy system. If he were to truly stop breathing or receive critical damage, his body would lose energy till it shut itself down in a attempt to salvage his brain for as long as possible.
As strange as it may sound, he can still get sick, even though he's mostly machine, he can catch sicknesses which can affect the various chemicals that maintain his biological functions, meaning that toxins, venoms, viruses can still affect him if a bit differently. That's not counting the risk that come with his software and avenues of harm from there.
To recharge, he needs to eat as mentioned before, but he needs to 'sleep' at less seven hours, every twenty four hours so his body can concentrate on refreshing the chemicals and possessing the food into energy, this requires a certain amount of energy to do, as strange as it may sound he needs to expend a certain amount before being able to produce more, hence why his body goes on this sleeping state in order not to affect any mayor functions while there this energy drop, he does have other methods of charging, but there currently blocked out.
Rank C Ability: Interface
At first glance it's not noticeable, but his body has various entry 'plugs' that allow him to connect into other machinery, when offline they are covered by artificial skin, these plugs can be found at the base of the neck and wrists, the only sign that those plugs exist is faint lines in the skin forming a faint diamond over each plug. Through interfacing with technology utilizing these connections he's able to bypass basic security and manipulate the data. He mostly uses to better and more efficiently utilize a computer as he finds easier to bypass the input devices like keyboards and mice allowing him a level of precision he can't achieve otherwise.
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As much as technology has advance one thing that is still evident is that his body is heavy, all that metal, gears and electronics, stuffed in one package bring a great weight, making him somewhat slower than the average person when it comes to running, but the extra weight allows him to demonstrate what seems to be acts of freakish strength giving him almost twice his weight in strength, which puts him few hundred pounds above the world record in weight lifting, giving him around six hundred and thirty pounds of lifting force, now you don't want to see that in the form of a coiled fist...
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Post by Ashken on Sept 2, 2024 16:40:49 GMT
   [NAME] Sana Takeda [AGE] 16 [BIRTHDATE] [GENDER]Female [Nationality/Cultural Group] JAPAN [APPEARANCE] HAIR:Brown. Kept as waist length, though when riding she will style it in a updo French braid in order to keep it out of her way. EYES: Brown. Though she's taken to wear contacts with bright burnt orange rings. HEIGHT: 5 ft. 4 in. Though her choice of footwear will add a good two inches of height on average. BODY TYPE: Sana has a pretty average build for someone her height, her arms being the most muscular part of her body from having to work on her bike. STYLE: Sana is a rider, a gearhead and member of the Yellowjackets. Sure you can find her wearing casual clothing like jeans and a loose shirt, but rarely will you see her without her yellow and black leather motorcycling jacket. She prefers skinny jeans the less stuff is hanging about the better when riding. In her pocket you will certainly find her black riding gloves and the keys to her ride 'Sting'. Belongings: Sting WEAPON: Leverage Pipe (2): This hollow steel rod measures 30 inches, about six of those wrapped in black electrical tape, normally used by Sana to leverage tools when working on her motorcycle, but she's not afraid to bust a kneecap or used basic swordsmanship with it. ::The Sting:: It's all in the name. Its not the fastest not the radest, but the gold and black motorcycle is Sana's baby, he practically build it from scratch. The cafe racer style machine is probably louder than it needs to be, having a distinctive hum from its engine like the roar of a thousand angry wasp. Personality: The self-made samurai and road warrior Sana is all action first and ask questions later, tired of waiting for a hero she decided that she would be the hero she needed. Even if her approach could need some work. Her attitude can be at times summarized as all bark as she tries to put a strong front in order to seem unshakable, having been raised to be a 'proper lady' she can begrudgingly put on the mask of the dutiful daughter. Sana found a passion in speed, and on her feet she can move with the best of them, and on her cycle you can appreciate her reflexes, but having been raised to be a political tool, her Strength is lacking, and she better keep to her feet as if she's unlucky enough to get smoked it would be clear how little endurance she has. BACKSTORY FAMILY: Father Mother Sibling |
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