Fantasy The Land Of The Rising Sun (CS Thread)

[Count Gensokyo]

Fuhito


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[Name]
Prince Fuhito Fujiwara

[Age]
22 years old

[Gender]
Male

[Species]
Human

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Appearance
Fuhito is a man who basks in the prime of his youth. The only thing different about him from the above picture is that his eyes and hair are brown.


Personality
Fuhito is a young man who craves more excitement out of life. He is self-confident, prideful, and ambitious to an absurd degree. If he has his eyes on a goal (especially a reward of some kind), he won't ever stop until he's reached it. No matter the hardship, he'll somehow find a way to pick himself back up and try again. Above all else, though, he desires to be admired like a great hero and have his renown spread all across the land. Much of the reason why he travels is because he wants people to know of him as a virtuous leader who thinks of the good of the people first. In a way, you could call him a wandering "shepherd" taking care of his sheep and protecting them from the wolves. Despite this, however, his underlying motives are selfish, and he wants praise and admiration after a job well done. Ultimately, he thinks that by being held in high regard by the peasants, samurai, and nobles, he will be the one to truly inherit the leadership of the Fujiwara clan.


Abilities
Ever since three years ago, Fuhito has taken instruction from the best warriors of his clan and trained as they do every day in order to make his strength in combat equal to his charming skill in politics. The Fujiwara clan's warriors are generally known for their aggressive fighting style; they've often been compared hyperbolically to the legendary oni in that regard. Fuhito's style is usually a more reserved one—if confronted, he will try to keep his distance and bait his opponent with his naginata. This can prove troublesome for those who use weapons with shorter range, as he usually gets the range advantage in this regard. While under the tutelage of the warriors, he primarily learned melee-based combat with weapons like the naginata, katana, and club, complemented by some intermediate hand-to-hand techniques. He has also trained some with a yumi, but he "took a break from it" due to it being too difficult to hit what he was shooting at with it. To say he's "rusty" at it would be an understatement. He also has a bit of experience under his belt with dealing with kitsune—one who had a particular grudge against a certain farm family whose land extended into her home. Fuhito, along with the help of his companions, managed to chase off the flame-wielding fox and avoid being burned to a crisp in the process,


Weaknesses
Despite his relatively impressive equipment load, Fuhito tries too hard to be a "jack of all trades, master of none," and his fighting suffers due to this. This causes him to be only average at even his most proficient weapon, the naginata. He is also inexperienced in the field and hasn't truly fought anyone aside from his own clansmen and a handful of hostile opponents near surrounding villages. Even though he has "fought" kitsune before, he has only met one, and his encounter with him lasted less than a day before he was driven off. Another weakness of Fuhito's is pretty women—he'll often hesitate if fighting one, giving his opponent ample opportunity to get the upper hand on him or potentially disarm him.


Backstory
Fuhito is the younger of two heirs to the headship of the Fujiwara clan. While his brother was the one directly studying leadership under his father, Fuhito was the one who enjoyed looking into the things that he was genuinely interested in like fishing and smithing instead. His father paid much more attention to his elder brother, especially since Fuhito didn't seem to have any particular interest in leading the clan. This, along with the fact that his brother received the birthright of his clan as the oldest son, made Fuhito increasingly jealous of his brother. A subtle sibling rivalry grew between the two, but it appears that Fuhito's brother still has the upper hand in gaining their father's blessing. Despite Fuhito's natural-born talent of being an outgoing representative of the clan, he desires to show that his strength as a warrior is equal to his strength as a symbol of the clan, and hopefully by doing this, become the peoples' choice as head of the clan. Fuhito began being tutored rigorously in the ways of combat under the watch of the best warriorsof the clan at the age of 19. Once he felt he was ready, he set out on a crusade with a group of many samurai companions to defend the lands of Fujiwara from any ne'er-do-wells who might be unfortunate who cross Fuhito and his band of men. The group has been travelling the territories of the Fujiwara clan for a month now, and they have stopped mere thieves, brigands near the border, and even a kitsune ravaging a particular farming family's home and livelihood. Lately, though, his thoughts have become more ambitious, and he has entertained the thought of crossing the borders and becoming a renowned warrior in lands beyond the Fujiwara clan's territory.


Inventory
Fuhito carries an assortment of weapons on him: a sheathable iron naginata, katana, and dagger. In order to compensate for the increased load of his two weapons and his thinner physique, he only wears gauntlets, shin guards, and a light breastplate, with the rest of his garb being leather.


Extras

• Fuhito has a casual curiosity about magic, but thinks that trying to understand anything about it is a waste of time.
• He likes large coolie hats, but doesn't bother wearing them anytime he's out in the field because they believe that they will obstruct his vision.
• His favorite food is cooked fish, and fishing is one of his hobbies. Fried bean curd has to be his second favorite.
• Another hobby of his is smithing. He crafted his naginata himself under the watchful eyes of a smith from his village. However, he can't successfully forge something without someone experienced guiding him through the process.

 

[WickedDreams]

WIP​

B a s i c s​

Name: Mami Mameda
Nickname: Ami
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Spirit User/Tanuki
Height: 5'2"
Weight: Rude

N a m e​

P e r s o n a l i t y

Personality:
(No 2D characters. Make your creation unique and fleshed out. Everyone has good and bad parts of the persona. So does your character. A short paragraph is fine here.)

A rather independent person, for the most part Mami keeps to herself. It's a bit unlike her kind, tanuki preferring to stick close to civilization and perform their dastardly tricks, but suits her just fine. She finds that, after essentially living her life as a human first and tanuki second, being secluded in nature is a welcome reprieve from the mundane everyday life and a way for her to reconnect with her roots. Of course, that doesn't exactly mean she's a hermit and shuns living amongst others. As a matter of fact, Mami finds just as much pleasure in using her cunning mind and sly tongue to fool others, humans or otherwise, as her brethren.

Her mind, in her opinion, is one of her best attributes, along with her silver-tongue. Just about anything that comes out of her mouth is most likely a lie, or a lie disguised in the form of a half-truth. Being sneaky and dishonest isn't exactly a bad thing, in her eyes, as everyone lies at one point or another. She just commits to it more and does so more often than not.

Usually she means no one any true harm, rather just mischievous at heart, which can be seen in the way she helps those she feels are in need. For instance, a small tanuki boy she found during one of her passages in the mountain and took home to be raised as part of her family. If she were truly chaotic at heart she might've just left him in his sick state and continued on, going against not only basic morals but even her spiritual practice.

Her outward persona is very much subject to change, depending on what will get her exactly what she wants, and therefore very much so ingenuine. To those around her she usually portrays a charismatic, wandering monk with good intentions, and a proclivity for drinking, particularly sake. She comes off as good-natured and easygoing, and at times a bit flirtatious. Her true self, however, is not quite so jovial.

A biting tongue, which is usually kept in check, is a staple of her more sarcastic nature. Even as she smiles and laughs at your 'endearing' mishaps, the shine in her eyes is not from light-hearted humour, but from the rather sardonic remark that passed through her mind. And those twinkling violet eyes do not hint towards her more mischievous side, but rather the cynical view she has of those around her, and her fanciful thoughts of how to effectively shut you up. Calculating and logical is her mind, which sees things in terms of reason and not emotions, she always has a sense of detachment from the world and those around her. Her heart is guarded against all but family, and not even they have managed to penetrate her outer disguise as their sweet and loveable Mami. Though that is the more depressing Mami that none will ever have the pleasure of knowing, as it is much easier for her to either seclude herself in the mountains, or idle away time by deceiving all those around her with not just mere parlor tricks, but by using herself as a new form of tanuki deception.

Abilities:
(What are they capable of //Magic, sword skills? or any other physical abilities// What are their strengths? Where do they succeed where others fail?)

Smell That: Like typical of raccoon dogs, Mami has a superior sense of smell. Mainly she finds it useful in guiding her, but it can also be troublesome when she is introduced to a rather foul odor.

Who Am I: Mami prides herself on being a rather adept shape-shifter among her kind. She can usually keep her human form even in stressful situations, though it does require she always be somewhat removed from her emotions and surroundings.

Sleight-of-Hand: Tanuki are known for their deceptive ways, and Mami is no exception. One of her favorite and decidedly most useful abilities is the power to cast illusions on leaves. It is possible for her to take a few leaves and cast an illusion upon them so that one might be fooled into believing they were feudal notes. There are many more more options for this ability, though the illusions can only be inanimate objects, but Mami normally keeps to deception by way of currency. It is worth noting that the illusion only holds for a few minutes at most, where previously it would be near an hour at her current skillset, now that her powers have mysteriously weakened.

Float Like A Butterfly: As she clearly knows, Mami is not the best of fighters. It is not something she is too proud to admit, at least not to herself. To make up for this, however, she is quite agile and flexible, in mind and body. Her perceptive eyes can usually read someone's body and infer their next move, therefore allowing for her to act accordingly. If ever in a fight, she might not be able to take her opponent down, but she can certainly outmaneuver him and usually keep one step ahead. In the end, it'll come down to stamina and luck.

Full of Beans: Mami has an impressive amount of stamina. Where others might tire out after a long hike through the mountain trails, she would retrace her steps and experience it a second time. Mostly this has to do with her raccoon dog physiology. Even the young are known to travel tens of kilometres just to find territory.

Yamabushi: A way of life that not everyone is suited for. Though, to be honest, Mami doesn't take it very seriously. If you asked her, however, she would lightheartedly inform you of the many things she has learned since joining the practice. For instance, exorcisms, paper charms, sealing spells, healing spells, and 'barriers', are all things she has learned as a yamabushi. She does however spend long periods of time in the mountains and forests, connecting with nature and has honest beliefs that there is greater magic to be found through such practices, though she would never willingly admit as much to anyone. Just don't beat yourself up too much if you fall for her wandering monk shtick.

Weaknesses:

Blind As A: Raccoon dogs, compared to their canidae brethren, are known to have less impressive eyesight. As a matter of fact, it is rather poorly. This is a trait that carries over from Mami's tanuki form to her human form. Sadly, there are no glasses made just for tanuki, but thankfully the same is not true for humans. In her human form, Mami needs her glasses to have a form of reliable eyesight, not to say that she's blind. It's really just similar to a case of myopia, and only affects her perception of things that are in the distance.

Only Human: Mami is in fact mortal, though in a much more superior sense than humans, of course. Therefore, swords, pitfalls, giant ramping beasts with five heads, and just about anything you can think of can lead to her untimely demise. Even slipping on a puddle and landing wrong could be her end, as inane as that sounds.

Slow and Steady: Doesn't always win the race. Mami prides herself on her agility and reflexes, but has a downside that can seem a bit contradictory to that. When it comes to the speed of her running, she is rather outclassed by many others of her kind. It's mostly a tanuki trait, she gathers. They are generally faster than the average human, but significantly slower than say other spirit users and kitsunes.

Fingers Crossed: Three or four good punches and Mami's out like a light. She can not hope to win in most types of combat, unless she relies on her ability to read her opponent's body and successfully dodge their hits. Even then, her lack of strength is so abhorrent, it would take perhaps 20 of her punches to equal even 5 of her opponent's. For this reason, any chance of her ever winning a fight will rely entirely on her agility and stamina outmatching her opponent's.

All Bark: In summary, Mami has a miniscule chance of winning in head-to-head combat, and therefore a miniscule chance of ever engaging in such. The only skills she could rely on to help her in such a situation are her impressive stamina and agility, and even then that might not be enough. Not to mention, if she does engage in combat and appears to be losing, there would be little chance she could take the coward's way and bail with her lackluster running speed.
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A p p e a r a n c e

Appearance description/extra details:
Auburn hair and violet eyes are Mami's perhaps two most striking features. Her hair is of shorter length and brushes just past her shoulders in a more tousled style. Another oddity of Mami's appearance is her height. Unlike most of the humans who surround her, she stands at 5'2" when barefooted, and an impressive 5'5" when wearing her geta. She is usually dressed in loose-fitting but feminine styled clothing, and is never seen without her glasses framing her mischievous violet eyes.

Tanuki Form;

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B a c k s t o r y

Backstory:
(If your character is hundreds of years old, then they must have been through a lot during their lifetime. So the older and more powerful a character is, the more detailed I expect the history to be. A 20 year old human and a 400 year old demon should not have similar length in history.
Remember, this is everything that has happened to them up until this point. Should be no shorter than one well-written paragraph. More for older, more powerful characters.)

Long before Mami was conceived, her mother and father shared a rather poetic fate that led them to stumble into each other's lives and find love. At least, that was how they always phrased it. As cliche as it sounded.

When he was just 14 years of age, Manuji, Mami's father lost his mother. There had been siblings to turn to, of course, had they been a normal family. Instead, after her passing, all of her children parted ways with barely a second glance. They had never developed a particularly strong family bond, and so after their mother's passing felt there was no reason to stick around and stay together. Manuji hadn't felt differently and followed suit with only the slightest bit of sadness, mostly due to him mother's passing. His unknown path led to him wandering into a nearby village a few days later.

He had seen humans before, traveling through, or hunting in the forest. But never before had Manuji experienced some many people gathered in one place, nor had he ever seen anything so bright in his life other than the sun. All around not only were laughing and joyful humans, but bright paper boxes that held light and seemed to each contain a miniature sun. His mother had never cared for the lesser humans, and therefore never thought any of her offspring about their ways, keeping them secluded within the safety of the forest. And that first night in the village had been an all new and aweing experience for him. He could not at the time shapeshift reliably, sure that his form would be partial such as kitsunes', but he had run throughout the village as small tanuki and simply stared in wonderment at the festivities.

For weeks after that night, Manuji would retreat to the forest and practice his shape-shifting during the day, then return to the village in his tanuki form to simply study humans and their ways. It was nearly months later, when he was finally confident enough in his abilities to hold a human form that he entered the village as one of them and not a forgettable tanuki. That first day walking amongst man had been taxing on him, so many emotions flooding through his system and making it hard to keep control of his form. But it had also been one of the best days he had ever experienced in his meager life. And just as before, for days after he would return to the forest during the wee hours of morning to work on his shifting, and return to the village during the evening. It was a routine Majuni was happy to continue, until yet again his small, laughable view of the world changed once again.

A a young boy, or at least in the form of one, people of the village had quickly taken notice to him. Though technically he was of age, the old women took pity on the strange and, what they presumed, orphan boy who had shown up one day without any explanation. They usually fed him and reprimanded as if they would one of their own, but that was the extent that their generosity went. None ever offered him a home in which he could stay, no matter how often they fondly remarked he reminded them off their own children long since journeyed off. Manuji had never really cared, of course, since his view on family wasn't worth noting. There was, however, a man who stepped in and outdid even the old women. A local, who ran an establishment that specialized in sake as he had put it, approached Manuji. He offered to take the boy in as long as he pulled his weight and worked for his stay. At first, unsure of if he could be bothered to be tied down to any sort of idea such as 'working', the young tanuki refused. He rather liked his carefree explorations of the human village and didn't really feel the need to change anything. He returned to the forest with his decision made, and annoyingly enough, it plagued him each time he settled for rest for the next week. When the new week started, Manuji was at the man's door, a new decision made.

For six years Majuni worked under Shigeo, sage of sake as he referred to himself, and essentially became something of a son to the man. It had been through him that Manjuni learned of sake and obtained a shared love for it. He had taken to the work quite well and had earned the respect of nearly all the village for not only his commendable work ethic, but also for filling in a void of Shigeo's life. He had only learned during his later years working for the man that he had lost both his wife and son to bandits who had raided his previous village.

Equipment:
(What they packin' ??)
Mami is a rather light packer, as she tends to wander a lot and can't afford to be bogged down. Usually she has on her, at all times, her lotus leaf hat for bad weather, notepad for promissory notes and paper charms, and her sake container inscribed 'hachi'. Another item you will rarely catch her without is her kiseru, which she cunningly informs is used frequently as a way to dispel evil spirits and purify the air. Sometimes she might stash leaves on her person, but for the most part they are easy to come by and not necessary to travel with.

If planning on performing at a village, she might make a trip to one of her cave stashes, or even home, to pick up the necessary props. For instance, she usually performs a fan dance as a form of entertainment, or offers to reveal one's destiny to them with one of her many ornate mirrors. She might find she needs charms, such as beads, to make actual money, or she might need her shakujo when running low on money. Sometimes she even makes the trip simply for her hirataka-nenju, a special rosary important to her practice that she actually should have on her at all times. Usually, though, she only wears the rosary when she's feeling particularly spiritual or pious, such as on trips through the mountains for rituals or meditation.

*Extra:
(Anything extra you would like us to know about your character. The more fleshed out and alive your character is, the better.)

-Mami has a particular love for both sour and salty foods, with more of a lean towards the tart.
-The sour plum is her favorite snack, though hard to come by.
-She is a rather adept fan dancer, and very much enjoys it.
-Mami considers herself a very good actor and would like to perform someday.
-During her mountain voyages, she likes to paint the scenery around her, and sells the finished products for money.
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Code by Cecilia​

JayeTheKat

 

[Count Gensokyo]

Mamizou
That face claim is Mamizou.


Sorry, don't mind me. I like Touhou characters way too much for my own good.

 

[shadowz1995]

Count Gensokyo seems good to me. Accepted

 

[WickedDreams]

Mamizou
That face claim is Mamizou.


Sorry, don't mind me. I like Touhou characters way too much for my own good.

I know, lol. I do too. It's why I kept the first name just an abbreviation of hers.

 

[Cosmo]

First Name
Hisashi

Appearance

Name
Hisashi Matsuo
Most of his 'nicknames', if one can call them that, revolve around his job or, at times, lack there of such as 'Man Hunter', 'Mercenary', 'Vagrant', 'Ronin' (which he isn't, but people tend to pay more if they think he used to belong to the warrior caste and who is he to deny them that right?) and other... less than pleasant names.

Age
28

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Appearance description/extra details:
Brutish, hard and rugged. There are, perhaps, no better words in which to better describe Matsuo. He is not an elegant, refined noble who has grown fat and soft in his position or one of those 'willowy tough' member of the warrior caste, no, Matsuo has a laborer's body. His lightly haired chest is broad with thick corded muscles that flex and bend with every movement, his skin is darkened from the sun, his hands are deeply calloused and his grip is stone crushing. His arms are large and powerful and his legs are akin to tree trunks, coupled with his large size, especially for his time and location, and Matsuo has a very intimidating appearance. He has often been referred to as a 'brute' by his employers or those facing down his spear, and they are right, but it is hardly his fault that others are soft or, as he often finds amusing, claiming to be 'lanky but strong', but if they had only faced other 'lanky but strong' brats then he can hardly be faulted when they run into people who have truly labored and have true bodily strength.

Besides his large, well, bulk, the first thing people tend to notice is the array of scars littering his body, especially, those on his face. He has two large scars that span his forehead and bridge of his nose that are connected by one that runs down his right eye. While he still has a right eye, it is hard for people to look at as his eye has turned white in its blindness. He makes no effort to hide his eye, and some of his past employers have attempted to purchase eye patches or silk clothe for him to cover his eye with, as his eye defines who he is. It is his constant reminder of his failure, a warning to others and it forces the weak-stomached to leave him in peace. It tends to be rather useful in negotiating payment as most assume he got it in battle and why would he ever correct as most are willing to pay more for a man who can take such wounds and still cling, almost pitifully so, to life? His face, however, is not the only thing that is scarred. His arms and legs are littered with small scars almost as if he had stuck his limbs into a giant blender. On his chest, is a large X that has been carved in, the scars are deep and, at the center of the X is a large brand, 囚, marking him to all as a prisoner. His back is, perhaps, the worst of all as numerous lash marks mar its surface in layers as if his skin had started to heal only to be laid open once again by a new whip.

In another life, Matsuo could have passed as a 'ruggedly handsome', but not in this life. While his eye is a remarkable sterling gray, like the cloudy sky on a rainy day, and his jaw is proud and strong, they are undercut by his long nose that is slightly off center from having been broken and reset more times then he cares to remember, thin lips that are often pursed together in a grimace or frown hiding his clean, white teeth that give him a hard, unforgiving visage. His long black hair is, often, pulled back into a long ponytail, but much to his frustration, his bangs always seem to slip out to hang above his eyes, obscuring his thick arching eyebrows. While his hair is a lovely shade of black, almost onyx, it tends to be jaggedly cut, as he tends to do that with his dagger when it starts to irk him, and unkempt. As he often doesn't have the time, or inclination, he will have a thin, shadow of stubble stretching across his jaw. Matsuo has a earthy scent that seems to follow him around, some of likened it to burning hickory which is a very pleasant smell which he has always found amusing.

His kimonos tend to be in bad shape as he sees no point in buying new kimonos simply because his are getting worn, well, worn is a nice way to say it as 'patched' or 'mismatched' could be better as he will often stitch and sow other fabrics into it, especially, those he has looted or 'acquired' elsewhere to make the kimono last longer. He does tend to favor more earthy tones such as browns, dark greens and grays. Due to having to travel often, in the hot sun more often then not, Matsuo is very fond of his conical hat that he made himself a long, long time ago, and he is rather protective and, almost, sentimental about it. While he doesn't always have it on him, he does enjoy using a pipe, while he doesn't smoke as he doesn't enjoy the taste or the feeling in his lungs, he has a fondness for 'gnawing' on the end, enjoying how it feels on his teeth. When he doesn't want to pull it out of his pack, he will pluck a piece of straw or grass to gnaw on when walking. Brutish, hard and rugged... that is Matsuo. Even if he were to try and keep up with his appearance, it would do little to alleviate that, and more importantly, he has no desire to try.
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Personality
Sardonic ♦ Pragmatic ♦ Independent ♦ Reliable

Matsuo is an... acquired taste. The first impressions he leaves on people tend to be rather poor thanks to his quick, and very sharp, tongue. He has no problem with letting his, often dour, humor out or making a mockery of whoever happens to be closest to him giving little thought to things like gender, age or station. As he often muses, after he has crossed some line he didn't know was there, that, perhaps, he should practice a bit of diplomacy, but he has yet to make the effort. This dry, blunt sarcasm makes him especially disliked by nobility or those of a upper class, and he has had to flee a town or city to avoid such men in the past, but when people are willing to pay his fees, they tend to need him more then they can afford to kill him because he hurt their feelings, or, the clever ones, wait until he has done what they needed then attempt to kill him or withhold his payment. It is fair to say his blunt, sardonic. abrasive nature has earned him very few friends and that is exactly how he likes it. When he was younger, he would use sharp and biting comments to hurt the feelings of others to force them to keep their distance, when people are burned by fire, after all, they rarely reach for it again. Better he give them a small amount of pain and embarrassment now then one of them utterly crush and betray each other down the line, and as he got older, it became automatic. He cannot seem to control it anymore, and much of the time, he doesn't realize what he said until after the words have left his mouth making any efforts to control it doomed from the start. While, at the moment, he would have no desire to control his scathing tongue, he isn't sure he would even be able to as it has become ingrained into his very being.

While forcing isolation on oneself can be seen as a lonely existence, which it is, it is also, from Matsuo's perspective, a very pragmatic decision. If he doesn't trust anyone, keeps his guard up and always expects a betrayal or double cross then he can be prepared for it as nothing is worse than being taken by surprise by the people that one trusts or claims to love. When someone makes themselves open, they make themselves vulnerable. The world is a dark, bitter place underneath all the false platitudes and smiles. The only thing a man can trust is the material. Gold, silver, jewels... these things cannot betray a man, a man may become foolish or consumed by their acquisition, but at least, that is a betrayal of the self. Some people find value in their lives by family, Matsuo validates his purpose through his work and payment, to this end, he is loath to give up even a single coin because, in a small way, it means he is becoming less then he was. Less important, less valuable, less... human. It is an odd thing, to place one's self-worth on wealth, especially, when he doesn't, truly, wish to gather a large fortune. If he were ever to do so, it would mean he would no longer have a purpose anymore. An odd, delicate balance. He needs to gather coins to feel like his life has meaning, he loathes to give any away as it feels like he is losing that, but if he were ever to truly succeed in his endeavors he would be left with nothing. Pursuing and hording something that, deep down, he is terrified to obtain.

His sardonic attitude and his pragmatic distrust of others acts like a self-imposed exile. Even in a crowd, Matsuo is alone and that is the way he likes it. He hates relying on others and will, often, refuse to do it even if it puts him in a brutal, hopeless situation because if he has to rely on others it means that, in a way, he was too weak to stand on his own and that is not something he can allow. This intense inability to display his own weakness does not spread to others. While he may mock someone else for a perceived vulnerability, he does not dislike it in them nor does it bother him, it is only his own weakness that he despises. To keep himself from relying on others, to build trust in them; he keeps himself emotionally detached from others. It is a skill he has mastered, he can drink with someone, eat with someone, mock them or laugh with them, but there will always be a barrier, a distance between them, and this barrier, this distance, is Matsuo's safety net. Keeps him strong, secure and alone. This forced separation has made him emotionally stunned, however, as should something ever breech that barrier; he wouldn't know how to handle it. His emotions have been chained, pushed to the back of his mind for so long, that he wouldn't be able to properly handle them should they ever get out.

Despite his abrasive and detached tendencies, Matsuo is a reliable man. His word is his bond, and once given, he will do as he has sworn to do. In his line of work, reputation is everything. The second someone loses it, they are done. A reputation takes a lifetime to build but only a moment to destroy. If word were to ever get around that he went back on his word, his contract, he would never be able to recover his reputation from such a deathblow. He would have to scrape along the bottom, taking work from whatever scum offered it. There have been times when his word has gotten him into jobs he did not want, often, when offering protection or acting as a bodyguard, something he now loathes to do. In such cases, he will stick to the exact wording of his contract and will utterly refuse to lift a single finger more hoping to irk them enough to cancel, but no matter the situation, he will never directly go against it. He has often done things he regrets, things he would rather forget, but he does it because that is his job. He bears the burden of his actions as they are his burden alone.

Abilities

Martial Prowess ♦ Matsuo is an experienced warrior and so a very formidable fighter in his own right. While he lacks the 'elegance' and refined fighting style of those of warrior birth, he makes up for it in efficiency and brutality. Despite what some poets like to think, a battle is a brutal and bloody thing, there is no honor there is merely the dead and those that survived, and he intends to be the one that survives, to this end, Matsuo has no qualms in resorting to underhanded tactics to win a fight, deception, a strong kick to the fork of a man's legs or even throwing something to obscure their vision, however he must do it, he will win, no matter the cost.

Matsuo's preferred weaponry is a nice, thick yoroidōshi for close quarters which he keeps in his sash, and he is a superb knife fighter and his Yari spear as it is far cheaper than a Katana or other blade, is a sturdy weapon and is incredibly effective at killing. While he is a passable swordsmen, something his father always prided his family on, Matsuo is far too cheap to ever consider trying to obtain a Katana as such a blade cost a small fortune, and more than that, there are cheaper, just as effective, weaponry readily available. He does have a ono meant for acquiring firewood, but it works as a weapon in a pinch, and he is very good at throwing it.

Hunter ♦ As a member of the lower class (Although, he will often claim to be a Ronin so others will pay more), and a wandering sellsword, he doesn't always have the luxury of purchasing food, as such, Matsuo is a very skilled hunter out of necessity. Due to the loss of his right eye, and a good sense of his depth perception, Matsuo has to rely on his spear and traps to bring down game. Having spent a good portion of his life in a small mountain community, he feels at home in the deep forest of Nippon and is a very gifted field dresser, often, trying to save the coat to earn a few coins in the next town. Thanks to having to constantly look for tracks and signs to set down traps, Matsuo is an experienced tracker able to chase down an animal, or man, and how to conceal the evidence of his goings.

Investigation/Interrogation ♦ Besides acting as hired muscle, bounty hunting tends to be a very lucrative occupation. People trying to skip out on dept, fathers who want their daughters returned, a family enemy removed, or the local lord trying to chase a fleeing criminal, all present business opportunities if someone has the skill to capitalize on it. With his sharp eye and tracking skills, Matsuo is very skilled at finding small details and signs to where the mark has gone or why they fled in the first place, it lets him read into their character and anticipate their actions, and Matsuo is a hard man to lie to. He has no qualms doing what is necessary to get information, be it with honey or a very large stick, he will get the answers he needs. He has considerable skill in this area as Matsuo has built up a very strong reputation as a Man Hunter having yet to fail to return with his mark, they may not always be alive, but he always finds them.

Mercantile ♦ Few appreciate wealth more then those that don't have it. Matsuo knows what it is like to go without and so is extremely light with his purse, downright cutthroat really. He will negotiate and haggle until the sun goes down just to save, or earn, a few more coins and, to him, it will have been a valuable use of his time. To earn extra coin, Matsuo tends to horde small items he finds or loots from the dead as, he is sure, he will find someone, eventually, who will want it and, as they say, it is better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it. He is a very good judge of value, able to hazard a fairly accurate guess of how much something is really worth and he has no time for frauds or cheats and will go out of his way to make sure everyone around knows it.

Survivalist ♦ As a wandering sellsword, Matsuo has always fended for himself, and his origins from a small mountain village help him considerably in this regard. He knows far more about living off the land and taking care of himself then most other warriors do. Having grown up among mountains and forest, and often being injured, Matsuo has picked up a decent amount of knowledge of the local fauna and herbs. He knows which roots to chew to ease pain, which leaves to grind up into paste to staunch bleeding and prevent infection as well as what fungus and plants are toxic. While he is not, by any means, a master nor can he create a complex poultice, he knows enough to act almost as a 'field surgeon'.

This knowledge of plants helps greatly in his hunting and forging efforts as well as aiding him in making food dishes when in the wilds. He is not an accomplished cook, but he does know how, and where, to find local herbs and grasses that can improve the flavor of rations and basic dishes, as well as, how to dry out and preserve meat and other foods he scrounges up to let him draw out his food supplies (and so not have to pay for more). As someone how hates to leave things behind which can, potentially, be used or sold, Matsuo has a knack for scavenging. He always seems to know where to look for goods, which pockets to search and what items can be of marginal use, and it also helps him maintain his equipment as he can, and has, 'repaired' his own gear with the scavenged and gathered bits and pieces of other people's equipment.

Natural Aptitudes
Eagle Eye ♦ While Matsuo only has one eye left, his remaining eye is extremely acute. While the lack of two does cause him to suffer in the depth perception department, his left eye picks up small details and movements often unseen by the rest of the world. A rustle of a branch, a twitch of the lip, quick fingers; he sees them all. While he doesn't always know what to make of what he has seen, nor does he always correctly interpret what his eye takes in, Matsuo takes immense pride in his sharp eye.

Hunter's Intuition ♦ A man in his occupation has to have good instincts if he wants to survive and that is exactly what Matsuo has. The first impression, to Matsuo, will decide everything from how he treats the person, how willing he is to work for them and if he should be sleeping with a knife under his mat (which he does anyways, but the point remains). While it is far from perfect, and he has been wrong before, it tends to be correct, and his judgement of their intentions and character, more often than not, is spot on. This intuition has saved his life before by acting akin to a '6th' sense, and this sense has helped him avoid an ambush or assassination attempt more than once as the hairs on the back of his neck rise or the back of his hand itches to alert him of the danger. While, many would claim it is likely just his paranoia, and it is, indeed, a strong part of it, Matsuo knows better then to not trust his instincts.​

Weaknesses​

Depth Perception ♦ As Matsuo only has one eye, he can't really gauge distance and, as such, ranged weaponry will be forever out of his grasp. This can be incredibly inconvenient as he will also have a hard time telling how far something else is from him making it very difficult to dodge in coming missiles or even how close that tree branch really is before it smites him on the head.

Illiterate ♦ Matsuo cannot read nor write which is a terrible thing to have due to many of his employers preferring to have written contracts. While Matsuo has learned a little, mostly sums and numbers, he sounds like a three year old when he tries to read and often grows frustrated and quits halfway through. It isn't unusual for contractors to attempt to dupe Matsuo and so he goes out of his way to avoid having to read as he doesn't like people knowing just how simple he truly is.

Low-Born ♦ He is a peasant. While some may claim 'birth isn't everything', those that do tend to have been born into money or extreme talent and so know very little about anything on the matter. Half of the jobs he has received he only received because they thought he was a Ronin. The peasantry are little more then rice fodder to the higher class and a vagrant peasant is somewhere between rice fodder and that odd brown substance they stepped in while walking through the pasture.

Just A Man ♦ When it comes down to it, Matsuo is just a man. He is not some demon, half-demon, master swordsman who has built up some pseduo-legend of 'greatness', not a heroic samurai or damiyo.. just a sellsword. A flesh and blood man who survives more through cunning and brutality then through masterful combat skills.​

Backstory:

~Childhood~

Matsuo was born in a small northern village, Shigata, tucked away in the mountains. There was barely a hundred people in the village, and their main source of income was in timber and furs as the land was unsuitable to keep a family going through farming. His grandfather was the village elder, their leader, and it was a position his father would take when he was old enough, and if things had turned out differently, it would have been a position Matsuo would have occupied. The only thing truly remarkable about the village was how utterly unremarkable it was. Besides keeping an eye on the village, taking in orphans, the village elder was in charge of the villages militia, while the village was too remote to be a target for brigands, it didn't stop the local lord from mustering up the village men when war was being waged or a small skirmish was being fought. The idea to bring the men together to train as a unit was thought up a few generations ago, through training and sticking together, more men could come back to their families. While they weren't as well equipped as true Ashigaru of more populace or powerful lords, their training was quite advanced for villagers.

As a whole, his childhood was pleasant and entirely uneventful. Their provincial liege, Lord Kagami, never took much interest in their small village on the border of his lands which, as any normal man, or woman, will say, the less a noble looks in your direction, the better. Most of Matsuo's childhood was filled with games with the other boys, and girls, of the village, going hunting with his father, helping his mother and little sister around the house and, when he was older, taking part in the village training, learning how to wield Yari and Yumi. But as Matsuo would later learn, the world delights in kicking someone in the teeth.

~Adolescence~

It wasn't long before his grandfather passed away and his father rose to the position of Village Elder. With the added responsibilities, Matsuo had to start taking over more and more of his father's old responsibilities especially in hunting and ensuring ample food was always at hand. At fourteen, he entered his first battle, nothing more then a Yari wielder in a small border skirmish, and he did terribly. While he had not fled from the battlefield, Matsuo had clambered up in fear at the blood and chaos of battle. Luck was on their side and they were able to route the enemy fairly quickly, but the young 'warrior' had to endure the long walk home under the shame filled eyes of the other soldiers. His father tried to console him, telling him how fear effected them all, and he was young and shouldn't be too hard on himself, but the sympathy only pushed Matsuo's spirits further down as his father should never have had to console him. His father should have been glowing with pride, not watching the looks the others threw at his unworthy son. Matsuo swore to himself that he would never again be paralyzed and controlled by his fear, next time, he would make his father proud. Of course, in the next skirmish a few months later, Matsuo did quite the opposite of what he should have done. Instead of being paralyzed, he was brazen, dangerously so, and his antics and rash glory seeking had nearly gotten them killed. Once more, he had to endure the shame filled looks and mutterings of how silly a boy he was, playing at war. This time, his father did not console him and, instead, pulled him aside by his ear and laid into him about his foolhardy nature and how he had endangered not only his own life, but the lives of every man around them. It was good to be brave, but he was to never be foolish. A brave fool doesn't get a larger grave then the coward. Being young, and sulking over a bruised ego, Matsuo threw a fit, he could never seem to do it correctly. But, despite his tantrum, he did learn, and in the following skirmish, he fought side-by-side with his comrades and, for once, walked home with his chin held high and glare free.

As a young, proud boy, he had his share of infatuations such as the daughter of the pig farmer, the mature widow who lived next to them who had a tendency to leave her window unblocked when she was changing, and whatever other girl happened to capture his over imaginative mind at the time. His 'love' life was little more then a few stolen kisses, clumsy caresses and more then a few slaps. At sixteen, Matsuo saw his first true battle. Their lord had gathered every able bodied man he could in order to face one of their neighbors, a dispute over a local stone quarry and who it belonged to. Their forces met on a rainy fall day, the gray clouds casting a gloomy atmosphere as, to Matsuo's astonishment, thousands of men had mustered on the field. He had never seen so many people gathered in one place, and while he knew that much larger towns and cities then his humble village existed, it was another thing, entirely, to see so many... and it was far worse when those thousands of men started to kill each other. The blood, fear, human feces and screams were far beyond his imagination or nightmares. The sight of hundreds of arrows descending upon him, the panicked pattering of his body to remind himself that he hadn't been hit even as men around him fell to the ground impaled and screaming, and it was an arrow that brought upon the great change in Matsuo's life. A single arrow that brought his life crumbling down around him, an arrow that had pierced Lord Kagami's throat. With their Lord down, their forces pulled back and quit the field. Lord Kagami, despite the apothecaries best efforts, died shortly after hitting the ground and, although Matsuo did not know it yet, Lord Kagami's last breath was the only harbinger of the reckoning that was coming.

The new Lord Kagami was a deviant. He enjoyed using his position and power to 'convince' young girls to please him. When his father was alive, this was curbed, but as the new lord with all the power at his disposal, even after their recent defeat and the loss of the quarry, he was free to engage in his long repressed desires. News of his... desires even reached their small, isolated village, but no one truly gave it much thought. Their village was small, isolated and unimportant, hardly worth a second look or, gods forbid, a visit. For almost an entire year, they were able to escape notice, but the fates were conspiring against them as the young lord had decided to take a 'tour' of his lands to 'examine' his subjects. When his entourage approached their village, Matsuo's mother, and many other mothers, went out of their way to hide their daughter's looks, a small amount of dirt here, a snip of hair there, covered in a dirty, unflattering, kimono all in the vain hopes of escaping the lord's notice.

The young Lord Kagami had the men, women, and children of the village lined up, so he could examine them like horses. He would, occasionally, stop to examine a woman or girl, turn their heads, brush his hands against their curves, measuring them in his mind, before his eyes settled on Matsuo's sister, Akiko. No amount of dirt could hide her startling steel grey eyes or the luxurious dark hair that seemed to shine even under the coat of dirt. In a whirlwind of despair, the young Lord offered her a 'respected position' in his hold and hinted at what would happen should she refuse, how easily it would be to cut their village off from the rest of the world, how easily it would be to remove their tiny dot from the local maps... how terrible it would be if the village was to be attacked by 'bandits', their homes burned, their families slaughtered all because their devoted lord couldn't spare the troops to patrol the mountain passes. Akiko, seeking to protect her home and family, accepted and despite Matsuo's outraged pleas, his father silenced him. Matsuo watched as his sister was dragged off, easily sacrificed and how quickly the other people of the village turned their eyes away from the plight of their neighbor glad it was not their wife, sister or daughter that had been taken. When they returned home, Matsuo tore into his father, only to be struck by the older, stronger man. Even after all his lessons, Matsuo was still thinking only with his heart and not with his mind. They were lowborn peasants, little better than the livestock they raised in the eyes of the nobility, if they fought, and fight they would, they would do so intelligently, striking from the shadows, otherwise, they would easily be crushed, their homes destroyed and their families killed. That night, his fathered gathered a few like minded men, and the small group set off into the mountains to fight in the only way the could, as bandits.

Over the next few months, they ambushed traders, assaulted troop patrols and raided warehouses owned by the Kagami family. It was going well, stories of the Lord's tantrums were always welcomed, how he ordered the seppuku of the samurai in charge of putting them down for his failures, but their success wasn't to last. Lord Kagami's investigators were able to weasel the information out through bribes, the local butcher, Katashi, betrayed the names of the 'bandits', their location and hideouts as well as the village they come from in return for a position as an official of Kagami's court, the safeguard of his family, and a very large reward of Ryō. Matsuo, his father, and their small group of 'bandits' returned to smoke, ash and death. Their village had been burnt to the ground, their families and friends put to the sword for their crimes of aiding and abetting outlaws. As they searched the ruins, they were set upon by men of Lord Kagami who had been lying in wait for them to return. They did their best to resist, to fight back, their anger blinding them and robbing the notion of retreat from their minds as many were slain, but a few, such as Matsuo and his father, were captured.

They were paraded through the streets, the 'bandits' that had endangered the lives of the people, that raped and pillaged through the countryside. They were spat on, beaten and rotten food was flung at them. No matter the intention, it took only one word at the right place and time to turn those noble intentions into a noose around the neck. a lesson Matsuo learned well and to heart. Kagami made a great show of giving them 'fair consideration', but the gleam in the young man's eye was anything but fair. He recognized Matsuo, from his outbreak on his sister's abduction, and made effort to talk about his newest, and loveliest, concubine as he made it clear that Matsuo and his father would be dealt with separately from the other captives who were quickly put to death, dismembered so they would never truly find peace on the other side.

Taken to the training yard, tied, beaten and forced to prostrate themselves before the young lord as he waved his katana around, freshly forged, but yet to be tested. A child with a new toy and eager to play with it. His 'kindness' had him bring out Akiko, to let them see her one more time before they were taken from this world, to see just how well he had been taking care of her. The bruises covering her face told a different story, a story that no amount of the pale cosmetics that coated her face could hide. Matsuo's father, brave to the end, spat at the lord's feet and cursed the man for being half the man his father was, he faced his death nobly, his head held up high, his eyes defiant even as the sword lowered on his neck. He can still remember the scream that ripped from his sister's throat, the cry of outrage from his own, the sick ecstatic look on the lord's face as the blade easily parted his father's flesh and... how his father head had bounced and rolled in the dirt.

Not bothering to waste time cleaning his blade, Lord Kagami moved to Matsuo, and Matsuo was determined to face his death as bravely as his father. He lifted his chin, met the Lord's gaze and willed his body to stop trembling. As the sword fell, Matsuo failed his father once again. He lost his courage, he lost his pride for a selfish desire to live at any cost. He threw himself to the side, the descending blade his body fought to get away from was the last thing his right eye saw as the blade sliced through the side of his face. The last thing Matsuo saw before darkness claimed him was the smile that slid across the lord's face.

Matsu woke up in a cell a few days later, his face coated in dried blood and bloated from infection. The Lord had spared the coward, but not after getting his sister to fully submit to him, to no longer fight him. Her will and body for Matsu's life. She scarified herself for her coward of a brother who could not die with honor as their father did. For the next few months, as he healed, Matsu was tortured, but it didn't matter anymore. The pain of his body, the loss of his sight... it was pale in the comparison to the shattering of his soul. To his shame and anger, he survived the infection. Not even the gods would let him die now. He had made his choice, had thought his pathetic life worth saving, and it seemed, they were going to humor him. Lord Kagami visited only once, the day before he was tossed out of the castle, with his sister. The fire that was in Akiko's eyes were gone. While she may be breathing, on the inside, she was just as dead as their father and mother. Beaten and bloody, Matsu picked himself up from the dirt and walked. He didn't know where he was going, why he was going, his body just moved itself as the cowardly man of a brave father and a loving sister fled like a whipped dog.

~Adult~

For the next few years, Matsu wandered aimlessly. More dead then alive, taking jobs wherever he could, hoping for death but clinging to life. Slowly, his life became consumed with self-hatred and his work. The past still haunted him, but he became adept at forgetting it, at putting the memories behind a mental block and while he did not sleep any better; he was able to be more then a walking specter. Wandering and working, that became his life for the next decade. He did not hear anything about his sister, of the lord, of the traitor Katashi, and he didn't ask.

Matsuo had numerous jobs, numerous employers and had preformed more then his fair share of... work, some more shameful than others. He protected tax collectors, acted as an enforcer for outlaws and gambling den owners, bodyguard for officials and the wealthy and even, at times, a hitman and assassin. It all blended together, just work that he could detach himself from. To become numb, to lash out with barbed words as his only outlet, to live... well, try to, deep down, he knows the only parts of his soul that were worth having died with his father and sister.

Equipment
Carries a yoroidōshi, yari and ono. Has exactly two changes of clothes, one torn up pair of sandles, one pipe, a starving coin pouch and a lovely conical hat.

*Quote & Theme Song:
"Yes, I am sure your family was incredibly important, and, I have no doubt, you can list every pathetic member of your wretched lineage, and if I wasn't so hungry, I could even pretend to be impressed or care, so I am going to go over there and eat, you can stand here and pretend that I oohed and awed at your impressive blood line and was suitably impressed and chastened at the same time. Oh, and don't worry about buying me dinner, I will add it to your bill."
​

 

[Dark Sanctuary]

First Name: Rin (隣)

Appearance:

Name: Kurokami Rin (黒髪 隣)


Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Appearance description/extra details:
While she wears a kimono that covers her whole body, she does have a layer of bamboo guards hidden underneath for her protection.

Do not include that dark spirit with her.

Personality:
Mostly silent unless she speaks or is spoken to. Has an air of elegance around her. While she may be born of a higher standing, she does not let it get to her and instead prefers to live a simple life. Whenever conflicts arise, she tries to solve it without any violence if possible. If there is no choice but to fight, she will try to end things as quickly and cleanly as possible.

Abilities:
Well versed in the art of Iaido. Prefers to disarm opponents if given the option over killing them.

Weaknesses:
Has little actual combat appearance outside of the spars with her tutors. Lacks much physical strength and tires out easily, hence her decision for learning Iaido.

Backstory:
Born to a noble in a simple village, she had spent most of her time at home, learning from her father and tutors inside it. Her mother had passed away at birth and it was an emotional scar to her father, though he never openly showed it, instead doing his best to teach her as much as he knew and could along with the tutors.

At the age of 18, she had long exhausted the knowledge that her father and tutors could provide, apart from her training in the art of Iaido. Knowing that he could not shelter her forever, her father allowed her to leave the house and learn from the world outside. Her first request after the first day was to have a simple house and lifestyle like the other villagers.

She had read up on history and enjoyed it very much, though she never quite believed all the stories about demons and such.

Equipment:
Bamboo guards hidden underneath her kimono, protecting her legs, arms and body.
A katana handed down by her father called Asagiri ( 朝霧 - Morning Mist)

*Extra:
Unable to handle liquor well. Just one sip of it and she would become drunk and inflamed. In such a state, she becomes outspoken and more active, though after sleeping it off, she will not remember anything she did or said.

*Quote & Theme Song:
I do quite like this song to go along with her.

 

[shadowz1995]

Cosmo . Goddamn! Our characters are cut from the same exact cloth hahahahaha! Alright accepted mate. Im looking forward to what you can do

Dark Sanctuary overall I cant accept this. There is too little in every category. I need you to explain your character to the T.

 

[Dark Sanctuary]

Guess i'm lacking the skill proficiency to join this. My apologies then. Good day to you all and enjoy yourselves.

 

[Cosmosis]

Jonathan Dākubōi

Jon's hair is actually graphite black and his eyes are a gentle forest green. His ears are also pointy, making him hide them when among humans. From using his lightning he gets scars on his arms and face that slowly fade if left be.

Age
16

Gender
Male

Species
Half Demon/Half Human


Personality
Jon's quite the odd teen if you've met him. He's normally chipper and asks rather odd questions and he's not leaving anyone behind weather good or bad. Of course, being a demon, he can be a bit mischievous and happy to cause panic, normally he doesn't.​

Power Weaknesses
1:Jon can "overcharge" on electricity, normally from a lightning bolt striking him. (Current max:Two Bolts)
2:Though he keeps trying, Jonathan can't control fires made by other people, only his own.
3:Fires blown from his mouth can't be controlled by him after escaping his jaws unless it's a whisp of sorts.
4:Not much is really known to him on this but, he can turn into more of a demon and staying too long hurts him as he reverts back and has caused amnesia in cases.
5:Unless he's aware, fire "hurts him"
6:Though he's good with Flames, Electricity is still a bit resilient to his will and can backlash, sometimes hurting him and others.


Personality Weaknesses
Jonathan has a close tie with his mother so, mentioning her can get him quite angry if you say the wrong words.
Currently he has stitches on the back of his ears, letting them mend but he hates showing these ears reguardless. (Electricity overcharge, blew like a fuze.)
His father is a topic he hates discussing because he rather his father speak over him. (Not talking about family members behind their back)
History/Bio
Sixteen years of oddities and questionable actions have been from Jonathan. With no actual last name, his father thought dark-boy in japanese was cool so, being his son, Jon got that last name. His mother had named both him and his father by first names. (Viktor and Jonathan)

When he was only two he wore a hat to mask his ears. His father could hide his but not his little boy. Growing up, Viktor often teased his child for it, making him self counscious about them. Not knowing his father was actually a demon, he always thought his powers were something everyone had: His mother just being unfortunate. Jon was homeschooled by his parents, taught never to show the powers but in rare occasions.

Fourteen years into his life, Jonathan had to say good bye to his father as he'd been caught in his more demon like form saving some people from fires during a rough summer. Unaware of what a demon was, his mother laid it down on him gently and explained if they didn't want to be hurt, they'd have to act suprised if told Viktor was a demon in disguise.

Through tears, his father handed him his present early, a sword that could handle his fire and lightning:named Tamer. As he left, Jon had vowed to find his father and learn more about his father's past as it involved him in a way. His mom however, told him he had two years until he could even think about running off like that. In those two years, his life hasn't been horrible but boring enough. No one to spar with, no turning into his demonic form, no anything with demons. It hurt his mom to think of his father whatsoever and she'd often get depressed over it.

Equipment
Quite the delicate lil sword honestly. His father passed it to him before fleeing from town when he was almost fifteen. Other hidden demons made it to withstand his powers but Jon normally doesn't fight. It's named Tamer and although it's meant to be dual weilded, he keeps the two swords together.
Quote
"I don't care if you just tried to kill them! You're still alive and you're gonna live, punishment or not."​

 

[Cosmos]

Aukanai Yarrow CrimsonEclipse Kitsu WickedDreams Any of you still interested in joining? The story hasn't progressed far at all, in fact barely a few hours have passed IC so please feel free to add in!! :3

 

[Kitsu]

Aukanai Yarrow CrimsonEclipse Kitsu WickedDreams Any of you still interested in joining? The story hasn't progressed far at all, in fact barely a few hours have passed IC so please feel free to add in!! :3

.... i completely forgot about this... didn't get any alerts on it as far as im aware, either. ;-;

Unfortunately, im busy with another CS Sheet for another Rp. But i am still interested in this and i'll work on my CS for this afterwards.

 

[Cosmos]

.... i completely forgot about this... didn't get any alerts on it as far as im aware, either. ;-;

Unfortunately, im busy with another CS Sheet for another Rp. But i am still interested in this and i'll work on my CS for this afterwards.

Ah, Kk!!~ XD lol, I've done that before, np~ :3

 

[Yarrow]

Aukanai Yarrow CrimsonEclipse Kitsu WickedDreams Any of you still interested in joining? The story hasn't progressed far at all, in fact barely a few hours have passed IC so please feel free to add in!! :3

I'm already in! But my character is already at the said grove.. so im just waiting

 

[Aukanai]

Uh ;A; I've been super busy, and I've really lost interest. So sorry. (Maybe in another rp we will meet again c: )

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Real Life is being a b*tch lately, so I'm afraid I'd have to retire from the rp. Really sad though, since my cs is almost finished, anyway good luck with the rp.

 

[Cosmos]

WickedDreams H-Hello?~ XD

 

[Cosmos]

Aukanai Ah, np my friend!! Hopefully we shall in the future!!
CrimsonEclipse np~ Hope things get better for you!!

 

[shadowz1995]

Susanoo humans cant firebend fam

 

[Kazehana]

Susanoo humans cant firebend fam

Pash why jit? We gave a blessed vessel d;

 

[Susanoo]

Susanoo humans cant firebend fam

I don't see anywhere in which humans can't use any "magical abilities"

 

[Susanoo]

Also I need explanation on a spirit user, do they just control spirits hince the name, or can they do things like use "magical powers"?

 

[shadowz1995]

Pash why jit? We gave a blessed vessel d;

Aye but that is "holy" attribute. Celestial or divine energy. Which IS a thing. Not magic.

Also I need explanation on a spirit user, do they just control spirits hince the name, or can they do things like use "magical powers"?

I don't see anywhere in which humans can't use any "magical abilities"

Im telling you. Humans cant use magical abilities. Its stated only demons or half demons can use fire or any form of supernatural abilities a few times. Pyromancy is included in the supernatural.

The blessed vessel is literally that. A human body carrying a divine light within her.

Spirit users are creatures blessed with deep connection to the spirits. They are animals that transcended their bestial instincts and through the power of spiritual energy gained consciousness and a human form. They are still animals at their core though. That is also all explained.

 

[shadowz1995]

Kitsune's have their own version of a "fire" but its really spiritual energy given form. Kistunes are the only ones capable of this ability as well.

Besides demons of course. Which are almost entirely spiritual in nature

 

[Kazehana]

Ahw should bwablw to posssess magic too tbh