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This character is denied for being too powerful, one example being that he managed to take down an army in his backstory. Plus this character doesn't seem like it would fit in this rp due to the clashing tones. You can try change this character or make a new one, but in this current state its denied.Name:
"Talking seems like a hassle, I don't enjoy it."
Ai S. Natumora
A.K.A The Demon Under the Human Mask
Gender:
"You are ignorant."
Male
Age:
"Age isn't important."
17
School year:
"Is this necessary?"
Junior
Species:
"You seem curious, which is stupid."
Human with demon inside of him.
Preferred House:
"Prefer to be in a house that I wouldn't want to angry in."
House Logica
Power(s):
"I am not proud of them."
Snake Skin - Using demon within him, he is able to have snake skin, which is an extra set of armor above his skin. Ai is able to withstand attacks really well, but the power makes the demon inside of him consume him more. Also, once snake skin is destroyed, it takes a week for it to come back.
Snake Holes - Snakes are able to come out of Ai's skin, and attack the enemy, either three snakes or one big snake. Depending on the snake(s), the more damage Ai takes from it. Also, affects snake skin.
Snake Fist - The power of the snake demon allows Ai to coat his fists into a choice of three boosts:
Poison Touch - Every third punch Ai gives out, it causes an area of poison to surround the area he punched, but due to that, Ai's arms soon begin to get poisoned as well and disintegrate.
Bite Mark- Ai's punches begin to do more damage and apply a bleed every 4th hit on a person which shows a bite mark, but Ai begins to get bite marks and bleed if he gets hurt by the opponent.
Orochi's Curse - Ai's punches begin to move faster and quicker, but he does less damage and takes more damage from each hit.
*He can switch between the three mid battles.
Regeneration of A Demon - After Ai rests/sleeps, he begins to regenerate very fast, being able to get his limbs or organs back. Although due to this, the demon within him grows stronger and is able to consume him faster.
Sadism Blood Rush - Although being more of a debuff, Ai is able to unlock his sadistic side, being able to gain a blood rush of attacks and power, but he blackouts and the demon inside of him comes out. He loses sight of friend and foe, and begins to attack anyone. This can only last for thirty seconds, after thirty seconds, Ai is unconscious for the remaining time.
Sexuality:
Straight
Appearance:
"Appearances are useless and annoying."
Normal Appearance
Sadistic Appearance
Personality:
"You need to learn to mind your damn business, and care about yourself, rat."
Ai was once a happy child, broken and beaten down to an emotionless state where he doesn't understand nor feels emotion. He stays quiet, only talking once needed, but his comments are very short and blunt. Ai is very loyal, and honest with people he believes are able to be in his little circle of trust. Although not really showing it, Ai is very kind and thoughtful towards others he enjoys, but he is either very blunt about it or harsh. He often pictures himself as an older brother figure, wanting to show the way for someone younger but punking them once in a while.
Love and all that stuff is odd to Ai as he doesn't really understand the thought of loving someone, due to never experiencing that through; friends, family, or actual lovers. He pictures love though as some mystical object that only someone with a pure heart can achieve, which he doesn't he has due to his sadistic ways and demonic being inside of him. The idea of mushing lips or faces against one another almost sickens Ai, and makes himself feel uncomfortable. Although, he does enjoy the idea of cuddling and hugging someone close, because he thinks of it as a warming welcome. Also, Ai doesn't understand actions of friendship and love, and often hugs people at random which is a way of affection.
The dark side of Ai doesn't shine that often, but when it does, it is very frightening. Both the mysterious, creepy emotionless face he pulls off and the insane smiling sadist send chills down your spine. When Ai gets into his dark side, he shows no mercy, wanting to rip anything to shred, often showing his darkest rage and hatred towards either something or someone. It has been sad that once Ai unlocks this part of him, his opponent never lives and often is never remembered. Killing someone to him while he is in this state of mind is not a crime nor a sin, it's simply getting rid of vermin.
Backstory:
"My backstory is nothing more than history, stay in your lane."
"Target is Ai Natumura, AKA The Snake User. Works around a cafe called; Penguin Cafe. Known in the demon realm as the Betrayer of Demons, and is wanted both in the human and demon realm. He hides himself as a high school teacher, but has been seen unleashing his rage onto poor citizens. Everyone gather around the cafe, and be careful. We wish you good luck." The general said on a walkie-talkie as a bunch of soldiers gathered around the cafe with Ai sitting inside, drinking a cup of tea. "Rush in!" The main soldier said as they raided the small cafe, but they felt a strong sense of aura coming from one man. Ai stood up, turned to the soldier, and nodded. The immense aura came from Ai, who was not even releasing his full strength. "Snake Holes." Ai whispered as a few snakes slithered from his neck down to the floor, and launched towards the three front soldiers.
Not wanting to die, the soldiers killed the snakes, and charged towards the one man. "Orochi Curse." Ai murmured as he picked up his fists, and moved towards the large crowd of soldiers. Sliding through the crowd, he began taking out soldiers one-by-one, every fourth hit he would switch from Orochi Curse to Bite Mark then back to Orochi Curse. He was maneuvering through the crowd, many of the soldiers were frighted from how calm he was launching his attacks towards them, but all of them noticed his dead menacing eyes. It would seem like he couldn't feel the pain he was feeling, even though he got hit. When that didn't work, even more soldiers rushed in, and began to pile up on him.
Once Ai was pushed back to the wall, he couldn't take it, and released Sadism Blood Rush, unlocked the door for the demon himself to fight back. Ai laughed to himself as his immense aura pushed back the soldiers, and he finally showed his true nature. With every fiber of energy and feeling within him, he stomped the entire army after him, often showing no mercy with his attacks. Slamming bodies into walls, stomping on their heads, bashing the faces in, and many more attacks that would seem harsh and brutal. This wasn't his first horde fight, and it would be his last after being caught from being knocked unconscious. As he was being carried away by a few guards, he looked back at the many of soldiers he murdered, muttering the words, "I am disgusting."
After being beaten, broken down, and forced into such a broken state once again, Ai was forced to train to hone his skills. When the government decided that he was to much to handle they decided to send him to a high school that could help him train his powers into a much more stable way, and could possibly show him human nature. With that Ai went to this new school, wondering to himself what it would be like. The high school would enroll him as a Junior because he was a Junior during normal high school. "What a drag." The snake demon said to Ai in his mind as Ai was now enrolled into this new school.
Extras:
"Death is nothing more than a Cosmic Love Katana, it's something that is there and we have to deal with it."
Night hag? is this a self insert? Accepted!
Pandora Noia
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Pesanta (Night Hag)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Year: Sophomore
House: Haven
Pandora is a small, wiry wisp of a girl, checking in at a mere 5'4" and 100 pounds. You could almost call her mousy, if it wasn't for the fact that she had another canine side to her. She always looks nervous in some way, with her nails always bitten, her teeth always chattering, or her pose often just being the fetal position, rocking back and forth in her own little nightmare. While her skin isn't blindingly pale, it could be much darker - but given her unhealthy habits, she'll most likely stay pale and miserable for the rest of her life.
Personality:
Pandora is easily classified as an excessive phobic and absolutely unreasonable paranoid. She’s constantly wired and filled with adrenaline, to the threat of her own health. To explain it well, “better safe than sorry” is her motto, carried out to the T, and any new stimulus in Pandora’s life is thoroughly examined, thrown into a web of conspiracy and fear, and never released from her scrutinous eyes.
Pandora’s also obsessively dedicated to her own protection - to the point of near-hyperbolic precautions. She the type who locks her locks, triple-ties her shoelaces, rigs her own tools as traps, and creates obscenely long passwords, just to begin to describe her madness. There’s no way Pandora can sleep at night without cracking her eyes open on one hour intervals, and that’s on a good night. Any home of hers, whether it is an actual building or even a spot of mud on the side of the road is completely and totally wired, trapped, and protected to an excess, and even then, she’s still not satisfied. Anything and everything, in fact, can and will be used for Pandora’s protection, and her ability to MacGyver defenses (though only for her own safety) is admirable, especially for simple safety precautions. The extent of Pandora’s fear reaches past guarding and careful protection - at the very least, being constantly hyped up on adrenaline makes her skittish and especially excitable when outside of her defenses.
In a way, though, this fear makes Pandora dangerous. Fear easily turns into unpredictability in cornering situations, and Pandora’s only goal is self-preservation. She has no qualms with leaving strangers - and even friends victim to her traps, especially if warnings are given. If people as harmless as the Mormons came knocking at her door (assuming they passed her impressive array of booby-traps), Pandora would immediately come up with wild speculations of her impending demise creeping into the realm of conspiracy before making a decision to set more traps later and set off all of her current traps, precautions, and Plan Bs in an attempt to get rid of them. Even if she can wield that much power, though, she’s still always paranoid.
And ultimately, Pandora is most afraid of herself and her powers. While a lack of practice and control of her abilities leaves them untapped, Pandora still fears them. And rightfully so - every fear she discovers becomes one of her own, after all. Her power is her bitterest worry, her most nerve-wracking fear, and the main reason she stays up all night.
She’s probably going to die in her thirties.
Fear Manifestation: Pandora is able to call upon the fear of others and conjure it in the real world. For those with fears of monsters, objects, or other tangible entities, this manifested fear seems, sounds, and feels like the real deal - but only to the person who feared it. To onlookers, it's just a blue, wispy version of its true self, harmless and quite non-threatening - monsters are honestly less threatening when they seem like the contents of a Windex bottle evaporating, it turns out. Pandora can also summon more "situational" fears, like falling from heights or drowning, though these are still just harmless illusions, as well. Those caught in the nightmare may feel some of its effects, but will emerge physically unscathed afterward.
Pesanta: When subject to extreme stress or injury, Pandora changes her appearance to a creature which better reflects her night-hag heritage - a dark, mangy, and vaguely canine creature with holed steel hooves for feet. This form allows her to conjure more realistic and longer-lasting nightmares for victims - but even more so when she sits upon their chest, mimicking the "sleep paralysis"-like technique of real Pesanta.
(Since it’s actually more useful than her actual abilities, I’ll list this here too.)
Planning and Creativity: When it comes to her own safety, Pandora’s organization, design, and creative abilities really get working. Traps are carefully set, rigged, and placed with lettered plans A-Z all waiting to be launched. Even without spikes, blades, or explosives, she’ll make do. Pandora can build the most structurally sound pillow fort, and will easily throw together some shabby defense if she feels the need to do so.
Additionally, while her paranoia helps her prepare especially well, it often works against her when it comes to trust and to some extents, rational thought. Building a deadly, fortified defense in her room, a park, or a public restaurant has its downsides, after all.
In the beginning, Pandora didn't fear nightmares. From her birth throughout a good portion of her childhood, she lived in a happy family, blissfully unaware of any of her powers. Her life was relatively normal, with her father, step-mother and their family living in a small house in the municipality of Martorell, Catalonia. She had heard tales about her "real" mother, but her step-family seemed so familiar to her that she considered them her real family. Throughout her youth, she grew up with the same stories every Catalan child ad heard, though her father always had a fascination with one story in particular - the story of the Pesanta, beasts of nightmares. As a child, she thought nothing of it - instead, her craftiness and creativity bloomed. Even at a young age, Pandora enjoyed taking apart whatever she could from her parents' appliances, building super durable pillow forts, and even setting small "trap" pranks for her family, mostly to their feigned surprise. Life was pretty good for her.
Then one night, Pandora woke from a terrible nightmare, feeling a bit... different. She'd just had the most horrible nightmare, being chased by an awful, grotesque monster - but now she was awake, safe from its grasp. At first, she was too nervous to notice the fur around her face, or the canine tail growing out behind her, but what she did notice was the monster from her nightmare, in the flesh, looming above her bed. It felt so real. She saw the scratches on its claws, the gleam of its eyes, and felt the heat of its breath, and it was too much.
In a panic, she pushed past the monster, running to her parents' room for safety, but didn't find it there. Her parents didn't see their daughter - they only saw the mangy, feral dog that she had become that night. Pandora felt their panicked, nearly violent rejection right in her heart, but that wasn't her most traumatic memory of that night. No, the worst moment of that night was seeing the fear in her parents and drawing it out. Pandora always adored her stepmother, but the monsters she found that night made the girl unable to look her in the eyes since. She thought her father was the strongest man in the world, yet they suffocated helplessly together, writing pitifully on the floor until Pandora fainted, breaking the nightmare.
And after that night, Pandora was never the same. Her father sat down with her, told her about the horrifying powers granted by her mother's blood, and tried to console her, but the damage was done. She couldn't look into his eyes without remembering that awful suffocation and the helplessness she felt in her nightmare. Nothing her father said that day reached her - she was hopeless.
The rest of her childhood passed in this awful fashion - nightmare after nightmare after nightmare. Even if the nightmares themselves were physically harmless, there were many nights that Pandora found herself in real danger, either by falling from her bed, finding sharp objects in her fitful sleep, or even scratching off her own skin one night while trapped in a nightmare of insects. Physical damage aside, these nightmares also left deep mental scars, constantly re-opening with every concurrent nightmare. None of this was healthy for Pandora, and why would it be? By the age of 12, she was developing terrible habits, new fears, and extreme paranoia, only fueling the bonfire that was her awful imagination. Every new person on the street was a new potential nightmare, forcing Pandora to a life of reclusion. Despite their best efforts to accept her, the relationship between Pandora and her family deteriorated. Finally, the camel's back broke, and feeling that she couldn't trust anyone but herself with her own safety, she ran off into the night - sleepless, fearful, and paranoid.
Soon enough, she turned to thievery, though she barely ever stole anything of worth to her direct survival, like food or other supplies. Instead, she adopted the dangerous habit of stealing more dangerous materials, from beartraps to dynamite from munitions crates with some vain hope that they could protect her from the nightmares. Spoiler alert: they didn't. At one point, Pandora was rigged up with enough explosives and deadly traps that a stray bullet would have blown her all over a half-mile radius, assuming the bear traps hadn't torn her to shreds first. That act of carrying around so many dangerous materials was arguably less healthy than the demon-infested realm of her nightmares. She had no idea what to do besides dump some off or stockpile more and pray. Then she turned to trap-setting.
The ingenuity and creativity that once made her parents proud were now put to use rigging death-traps wherever she went, from simple bear traps to complex Rube Goldberg machines of death. At on point, the ground on which she slept was surrounded by more bear-trap teeth than blades of grass. With all these deadly defenses, Pandora felt slightly better, even if the violent fits from her nightmares almost made neat flesh ribbons out of her on many occasions. It may not have been safe, but it was just safe enough.
But then again, Pandora was a demon-child, traveling alone, stealing from just about everyone. She made enemies.
And eventually, despite all her well-placed traps, these enemies found her. It wasn't easy to convince a small band of angry, armed shopkeepers to back off for a minute, but quick reflexes and a huge array of traps made them think twice, especially with the help of a couple of explosions and savaged limbs. Despite all this, Pandora still found herself trapped in a real-life nightmare. So what was her unconscious reaction? Making another nightmare, of course. In that one moment of desperation, she finally accepted her nightmares - and controlled them. The monster she summoned that night was like nothing she'd ever seen before - it didn't haunt her. Instead, it turned to the weak-kneed shopkeep that feared it, and frightened him. A couple of wounds, growling, and howls later, and her attackers left the newly discovered "demon girl" alone. While that encounter badly damaged Pandora's mental stability, it also made her think positively for once - that these nightmares were definitely a power, not just a plague.
Over the next couple of months - even years, Pandora slowly brought these nightmares under her control, making daily episodes a thing of the past. That's not to say she was no longer paranoid, or that she wasn't scared of all the things that fueled her nightmares, but at the very least, they came under her control, until the only thing keeping her up at night was paranoia. And when she tired of living like a stray, Pandora returned home, though she still kept her traps and dynamite on her person. Her parents were equally ecstatic and frightened to see her - a more mature version of the girl they once knew who was just as, if not more dangerous than she was the day she left - but they were willing to make amends. Her father, digging back into his ex-wife's mythological past, had discovered her old school, one named "Lakoria" - and Pandora chased that name all the way to the school, where she now hopes to gain a real education, build her awful social skills, and reconcile her human side with the night hag within.
Extra: Cosmic Love Katana
Accepted!
Orc? More like pork...i tired...Accepted!name
atourr dynam kitinos
though, most people know her as daiamo shina, or daia.
nickname(s)
attie
gender
female
age
17
school year
junior
species
orc
preferred house
journey
power(s)
sexuality
- i suppose this can count as a sort of power, but atourr has incredible brute strength. she tries to be aware of it most of the time, but sometimes she just has problems remembering how strong she is.
- as a part of her childhood into her teenage years in the community she grew up in, she has learned a small amount of elemental power. as her community could be said to be a cult of sorts dedicated to the land, her element was earth. she's not too good at it, but it consists of a few things such as speeding the growth of plant life and preserving small to medium sized specimens ( again of plant life ). though, due to this, she is an amazing gardener.
she's not very familiar with the concept of sexuality, but we'll just say pansexual.
appearance
unseen details about appearance!
personality
- she's 6'3 and still growing!
- she got some l o n g legs. like, really, it sometimes feels like they're 50% of her body.
- atourr has glasses for distance, though she did get them only a short time ago and gets dizzy from them sometimes
despite her rather incredible brute strength, atourr has learned to love and appreciate living things due to the area and teachings of her childhood. she is quite friendly despite being extremely naive, gullible, and easily manipulated. her temper, otherwise, is a bit uncontrollable. aside from her general personality, one large part of atourr's character is that she doesn't know much about modern human civilization nor has she experienced a lot of it first-hand. though, one strange thing about her is that she has an odd fascination with the eating utensil that is the fork. nobody knows why, but she's always just appreciated the shape and look of the item, not much of the use.
backstory
atourr grew up without parents. for all her life, she had not known most of her relatives or much of her past. she lived deep in the woods with a small band of other orcs that were said to be her 'true family'. this band of orcs were travelers, they stayed out of the way of humans and other species that roamed the earth and were not that large. however, one day, they happened to stumble across another small camp. this camp worshiped the goddess of the land, something they referred to as their almighty ruler. It never did have a name, though despite this the people in the small community had always simply been told the rulings of this unnamed god that they were expected to follow. atourr's band remained with them, and in time took its teachings into their own mindset. over the years, the community grew to be more and more until it was nearly at what seemed like its cap of 100 followers. atourr had not made many acquaintances through the time she had been there, though she did have a few close friends. she didn't speak to people much, mostly because the idea of a whole 'other being' had never appealed nor made sense to her. the camp would hold rituals daily and practically force all who lived there to follow their rulings. it had become a cult of which the girl could not find herself escaping from. then, she heard about a highschool. a board that would allow her to escape her fate at the cult of her childhood. a band of others her age had already found a way to be accepted into the school, and so she stowed away onto the bus that would bring them to lakoria with nothing but a small bag of food, water and the clothes on her back. she had never been the smartest and realized that then, without acceptance, she wouldn't be allowed into the school. but she supposed that she had gotten lucky, as at the very last minute one of the people on the bus changed her mind. she had said that it was for no specific reason, but the person who had changed her mind was atourr's dear friend, daiamo, who had found her out. atourr might not have been the brightest, but she knew that it was likely that this was not a coincidence. daia allowed her to live under her name and letter of acceptance until she found a way to explain herself and come clean. as of yet, nobody knows this truth.
extras
- atourr commonly gets cravings for human flesh, though she tries not to answer to them.
- atourr isn't too smart and speaks in rather broken english, with her original language being a polished version of an old orkish language named rohan
Emma Ayuzawa
"Math. The only place where someone can buy 100 watermelons, and no one wonders why."
|| Name ||
"Name? All you need to know is my last na-- gah, forget it! I'm dead.. I can't intimidate people!"
Emma Ayuzawa
|| Gender ||
"I hope to god that's obvious. Wait.. I'm as flat as a bored ;-;"
Female
|| Age ||
"Was it.. 13? 14?"
15
|| School year ||
"First year? Noooo, I'm a senior midget."
Freshman
|| Species ||
"I'm a ghost.. but not, if that makes sense."
Shikigami
(Master? It's Kast!)
|| Preferred House ||
"As long as they let us drink and let us be bitches, then hellooooo Journey~"
Journey
|| Power(s) ||
"Does being 'obeidiant' count?"
None? Uh.. It's a shikigami. They just follow their master's orders. Um.. I think the powers in this link.
Shikigami – Yokai.com
|| Sexuality ||
"I like guys. I don't plan on dating, but I prefer boys."
Heterosexual
|| Personality ||
"They say I'm an asshole.. but a fabulous asshole~"
Emma Ayuzawa is an interesting individual who's very sarcastic and witty. She's all for adventure, and she enjoys taking risks. She doesn't usually think before she speaks or acts. She's very outgoing, and loves doing physical activities. She's also very honest. Her sarcastic and witty mouth usually gets her into a lot of trouble. She's very mischievous as well. Even though it seems she can't keep a straight and serious face, she can be extremely serious at times. Her serious attitude is very scary, and turns the whole room chilly. She's a kindhearted soul who's very bold, and not so bright. She isn't very smart either.
|| Extra ||
Cosmic Love Katana
Its a good looking character but we don't allow links to other webpages, just for clarity could you put it in your own words because it doesn't give enough information
Hey looks interesting but could you expand a bit on the powers? We need a bit more on the explosions specificallyName:
Trinity crost
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
School year:
(Freshman
Species:
Lamia
Preferred House:
Haven
Power(s):
She can change her size and she can create controlled explosions.
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Appearance:
View attachment 437102
Personality:
Trinity is usually pretty shy and for the most part is a shut in. She gets easily flustered and for the most part has problems understanding how people feel or perceive her so it is difficult for her to make friends. She can be socially awkward and for the most part is lazy, meaning she likes her sleep and can be really childish when she doesn't get enough.
Backstory:
Trinity for the most part has led a sheltered life, she even spent a majority of her schooling at home. But due to her lack of friends and social ability her parents thought it best that she was put into a real school in order to grow, have friends, and hopefully break out of her shell. She usually only left her room for food or a bath, being around others had always made her nervous, she is however a kind and nice girl once you can get past how awkward she can be. When she gets nervous or uncomfortable however she tends to make things explode or when scared she will shrink and hide, so her other goal is to learn how to control her emotions and in doing so her abilities.
Magical Squid Senpai
Hey looks good but could you explain if the projected images are like a actual projector or illusions and how fast would be inhumanly fast?I was wondering if I could totally replace Shu with this dude, since I haven't roleplayed with Shu yet, and would much rather use this character?
Name:
Age of Weakness, prefers to go by Omen King
Gender:
Male
Age:
...Who can even say? You'd have to cut a limb off and count the rings at this point.
School year:
Freshmeat
Species:
Omen King
more information in 'Background'
Preferred House:
Logica, Nerd House
Powers:
-can project images from his weird egg head.
-the most graceful dancer.
-impervious to extreme temperatures.
-inhumanly fast when nobody's looking at him, horrifically slow when he's being watched.
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Appearance:
A looming being, Age of Weakness stands at exactly 7'5". Spindly limbs protrude from a wondrous array of enchanted robes. His body is thin to an alarming degree, with feet so tiny it becomes hard to comprehend how he remains upright. His key feature is his opalescent tear-drop shaped head, which occasionally glows with a flickering candle-like effect. He has the ability to duplicate his head many times, these copies float about his main 'core' head in an orbital pattern, producing a mechanical whirring sound until the copies eventually fade into nothingness. These transient heads do nothing but remind us all of our own mortality. He possesses the apotheosis of soothing and slow voices, which he uses to go on rambling odysseys. Despite having no discernible mouth, he has a speech impediment that hinders his ability to pronounce 'R' sounds properly. He owns a fantastical mask, which he used to wear more than he does now.
Personality:
Age of Weakness is a highly emotional creature, feeling the saddest of teen feelings. He has a docile temperament, and has never been seen angry. He feels the natural urge to assist others, though whether he's actually any good at it or not is another story. Omen King has a deeply embedded lack of understanding when it comes to the behaviors of others, and is all too willing to trust the people he comes across. He finds his greatest fulfillment in speaking to people and giving them strange handmade crafts. Age of Weakness collects many gel pens, his prized possession is a pastel green pen with a little star on the end of it, the very thought of it makes Omen King have a little chuckle. Hee hee. What a fine thing it is to be an empty flume of purity and darkness.
Backstory:
Omen King's people hail from a distant mountain peak, shrouded in icy cold. Their sole duty is to keep watch over the Eye of Insanity, which does exactly what you'd expect it to when you look at it. Brought into existence by The Mother Of Kings to serve her will. Omen Kings accept their fate, destined to keep watch on the eye in the mountain, ceaselessly tapping steel poles upon the ground to keep the ancient evil at bay. Some kings are not deemed fit for the task (particularly those who have thoughts and feelings). Such kings are banished from their sole purpose in life, and are left to scour the Earth for the rest of their days, looking for a reason to be. Age of Weakness is one such creature, crossing many different terrains in his day, all in the name of purpose. What better place is there to sort your life out than school?
Extras:
Cosmic Love Katana
