Rui-Ling’s body is absolutely, utterly, unmarked. There are no blemishes on his skin, no scars, no birthmarks, no wrinkles, only a completely smooth, uncannily pure body. He wears white gloves over his hands, to hide the only part of his body that’s abnormal. Of course, if one was to note that he’s supposedly a half-Japanese, half-Chinese human being, his silvery hair and his sea-green eyes already make him rather odd.

Rui-Ling didn’t take immortality and eternal youth too well. For one, it killed his chances of getting it on with his high school crush, and two, all his personal identification was useless now, as even the most blockheaded police man would understand that a 17 year old who had a 50 year old passport probably was using a fake one. Despite this hatred towards his own bodily condition, however, he still sees it as something that’s useful. After ten or so deaths, Rui-Ling gave up on the idea of suicide, and now holds the view that his body is just a commodity. He thinks nothing of selling his blood, his organs, his very life, and, after a century or so, had become so accustomed to immortality that he’d rather kill himself that take medicine.

Rui-Ling strives for two things: self-improvement and entertainment. Despite literally having all the time in the world now, he does not laze about vacantly. He seeks to be a polymath and a paragon, plunging himself in academics and arts, taking advantage of his eternal youth in order to make up for his lack of talent. Though ultimately resigned to only have his efforts acknowledged by bystanders and youkai, he strives on regardless, making up for his decisively human body by accumulating the knowledge and experience capable of making up for it. And, with such experience, he sees himself as an older brother to other Chasers, someone who should die in their steed and make sure they don’t get in over their heads.

Of course, there’s still a bit of arrogance as well, when he sees other, older individuals who choose to lounge about instead of do everything they can, and Rui-Ling’s eagerness to kill himself can be viewed as disturbing by more than one individual.

Rui-Ling had been normal once, a long, long time ago. He could hardly recall those days now, honestly. But one day, he found a Treasure, one that fused with his very soul and rewrote his existence. That Treasure was Airgetlam, the silver arm of a god, capable of tearing the soul and mind from the body. With power came immortality and eternal youth, a wretched existence that made it impossible for Rui-Ling to live a normal life with an ordinary sort of happiness ever again.

It sucked for a while, but after he got over the shittiness of immortality, the boy realized that he could make a killing selling his organs to the black market, his blood to hospitals, and his flesh to the monsters of the Crimson Sky. While he had his share of dangerous and sketchy situations due to this way of conducting business, he made it out of such situations more or less whole and sane.

After he accumulated enough money to get whatever he wanted, Rui-Ling went on to improve himself, picking the Chaser life over the whore life, accumulating a variety of skills and knowledge over the fifty or so years that he had been in service.

Airgetlam, Silver Arm of the King of Gods
The silver left arm of Rui-Ling, Airgetlam, is a Treasure, capable of piercing through both the physical and the magical. It can touch the very soul of a being, and, in the same vein, has the ability to tear or beat them out. However, this intangibility only lasts up until his left shoulder, and, outside of being an indestructible, intangible soul-stealing arm…that’s it.

A certain amount of physical force is required in order to dislodge a soul from its body, but after that happens, the body is put into a comatose state that can’t reverted until the soul is put back into the body. In a way, one can almost think of Airgetlam as the strongest non-lethal weapon in existence, capable of stopping anything with a soul, without harming their physical vessel at all. Of course, if Airgetlam was applied to spirits…they’d just sorta die.

Claimoh Solais, The Soul’s Piercing Light
The ‘power’ that resides in Rui-Ling’s right hand, Claimoh Solais isn’t actually an artifact. Instead, it’s just a spell that Rui-Ling created and named after the Sword of Light because it worked well, thematically. Utilizing Airgetlam’s soul-taking abilities, Claimoh Solais is a spell that uses those souls as ammunition, creating powerful beam blasts that are rather effective against any physical or magical obstacle. Despite this, however, Claimoh Solais is a spell that is largely ineffective against living beings, making it an offensive spell used more for removing obstacles while Rui-Ling is running towards someone with the intention of punching out their soul.

Originally, it was meant solely as a way of destroying souls, because some people deserve to die for real.

The Legacy of the Tuatha De Dannan
As someone bearing a piece of a god, Rui-Ling is, essentially, an immortal with eternal youth and vigor. He doesn’t need to sleep or eat, and he can push past the boundaries of ordinary humans, performing mildly superhuman feats in exchange for tearing his body up. However, this immortality of his is a big pain in the ass, in that, unless he dies, it doesn’t really reveal itself at all. Rui-Ling, once he sustains injuries, can only heal if he kills himself or falls asleep. A broken bone, for example, would not heal until he stabs himself in the throat and his whole body resets itself.

Essentially, it’s a real pain in the ass whenever he fights a merciful, gentle opponent who has no intent on killing him, because then there’s no way he can properly take advantage of his immortality.

A handful of souls.
A sharp knife.
An old handgun.
A bottle of poisonous pills.

Cash
A messenger bag full of mementos.
A cheap cellphone.

Rui-Ling could, funnily enough, be considered a glass cannon. In the end, his body is still limited to the utmost capabilities of a human. A gun is still a very viable weapon to use against him…at least until he starts to constantly slash his throat and instantly resurrecting himself. Then, it’s like a horror movie.

Claimoh Solais destroys all non-living things. Against a human or a youkai, it’s basically a stripping beam. Against a robot or an cyborg, however, it’s a death sentence. Both those things has gotten him into trouble in the past.

As his abilities stem from his ‘divinity’, they technically cannot be classified as a supernatural power. After all, a soul is a very natural thing.

Interestingly enough, while his resurrection is generally instant, he does have the ability to slow down his revival, allowing him to go zombie-modu for ten seconds after he dies, provided his head didn’t explode.

If placed in a situation in which his body is crushed or dropped in a fire or dumped underwater or penetrated with foreign objects or inflicted with curses and diseases, Rui-Ling instead ‘respawns’ to the closest safe area, gaining a whole new body as the old one turns to ash. If that wasn’t the case, he could really just toss himself into space and die forever.

Name: Kota Mitsuhide

Title: N/A, considering he's yet to realize his power. Yes, that means other people can make up a name for me when this happens. Have fun naming me.

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Height: 5'8" Ft.

Weight: 160 lbs.

Appearance:


Personality: Kota, like many schoolboys his age, is quite ordinary. Go to school, learn, do a bit of physical activity, go home, do some homework, eat, do whatever, then go to bed. Kota hasn't strayed far from this livelihood, giving him a very standard personality. Most things out of the ordinary discomfort and freak out Kota. That isn't to say that he has his own strange tendencies, including his peculiar love for dogs and cats, as well as his tendency to prank friends.

One special thing about Kota is that he is quite fit, due to his school's emphasis on physical activity. His greatest advantage is his speed and agility, which is quite strange for a regular human being. Nonetheless, this has gained him a slight reputation in the county as possibly the fastest student in track. This speed is actually a passive-ability of his powers, ones that he knows nothing about.

Kota is quite social despite his distaste for out-of-the-ordinary events. Whenever possible, Kota will try and hold hang outs with his friends, usually at arcades. In fact, his favorite pass-time is arcade games, whenever he's not doing track.

Short Bio: Same as above.

Powers: Electrokinesis -

Weapons: Your character's most important weapons.

Equipment: Your character's most important non-weapon equipment. Characters can have at most one Treasure.

Other: Anything not covered above.

Name: Tarit Ritter

Title: Sparky

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 175

Appearance:
Tarit stand at an even 6 feet tall and boasts a well built body. The shaggy blonde mess atop his head, sharp features, and fair skin allude to his European descent, but his dark eyes consequently appear out of place on him; similarly prominent, a lightning scar runs down the man's body from his right shoulder down to his left foot. Usually offering an electronic cigarette to whatever stranger catches his interest, Sparky has a warm welcoming demeanor.

He almost constantly wears a skin tight black combat suit underneath his clothing due to normal clothes being incinerated whenever he goes lightning form. When the need arises, his combat suit can protect his torso from bullets and conceal his face using a pull up mask. Despite his social status, 22 year old's attire consists of a white dress shirt, a a vest, and a black tie, and all of it is covered up by an overcoat.

Personality:
Tarit is comparable to a combination between a child and teenager who never grew up. He is flamboyant, rowdy, and spontaneous. Doing before thinking usually, he is open in addition to maybe come across as a bit of an airhead due to his impulsiveness and curiosity. Capable of and often times trying to make conversation with complete strangers, the immature adult is an extreme extrovert and if his generosity doesn't win you over he'll try and use his humor. The friends he does gain he will protect by any means necessary... his means usually getting intertwined with his fascination with electricity. His seemingly carefree demeanor can very easily vanish when his place in this world is threatened, usually being followed by his sadistic streak becoming apparent. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Tarit's tenacity is unmatched. You'll have to destroy him before he gives up.

Short Bio: Tarit grew up in a bad neighborhood with his mother, father, and sister. Even though the family was barely getting by, they were generally happy... at least until the guy who brings in the bacon didn't come home one day. In turn, the family became distraught. Schoolboy Tarit decided he had to take care of his younger sister and seemingly always distraught mother, so he attempted to get a job anywhere that would take him. Unfortunately, he was too young to work legally for any legitimate company, and in turn he believed the only way to provide for his family was through illegal means. 14 at the time, the boy joined a gang, did multiple things he normally wouldn't do, and eventually got discovered by the cops. Once the feds were breaking down his door, his supposed allies betrayed him and decided he would be the one to take the fall for all of them. Tarit was charged with multiple crimes, some he did commit and some he didn't, before being promptly sentenced to death. Fortunately for him, this was one of the few places that used the electric chair. Once strapped in and fired up, the executioners attempted to do what they are paid to do, but to no avail. Instead of dying, Tarit felt more alive than ever. Once he realized what was happening, he incinerated the strap that kept him in and broke out of the institution through an outlet.

Word was that some kid managed to survive execution and somehow magically escaped a highly guarded facility. Tarit attracted the attention of a recruiter and he accepted the Hunters' Association invitation.

Powers: Electricity manipulation, electricity generation, electrical transportation, electricity empowerment, and etc.

Weapons:
Stun baton
Taser
Blast knuckles
Mossberg 500 pump-action
Beretta 93R

Equipment:
Shock bullets
Bullets
Food & water
Bag
Mask
Combat suit
Electronic cigarettes

Name: Shen Chung Gong

Title: Monkey King

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 132 lbs

Appearance: Here.

Personality: Shen is, in a word, playful. He likes to joke and goof around, often annoying those around him. Combine that with his physical abilities, and he is quite a handful to deal with. This is made even more apparent in battle, as Shen will often taunt his opponents and goad them into attacking as he nimbly dodges and blocks reckless attacks. Despite that, though, Shen is intelligent enough to tell when to take things seriously, and will drop his playful personality to take on a more serious approach when the situation calls for it.

Short Bio: Shen was raised in a dojo, where he he first began learning the basics of Kung Fu. He realized that he was nothing special in regards to Kung Fu, but to him, it was enjoyable and it kept him fit. Plus, it kept him free from harm from bullies. Not may people wanted to get on his bad side when they learned that he took Kung Fu. Life wasn't bad for Shen at all.

Of course, as time passed, things felt different. As Shen trained, he always felt the feeling that he was being watched. However, when he took the time to search around, nothing appeared, so he assumed it was just his imagination. Still, he could never shake the feeling, and when he tried to tell others, they either laughed it off or didn't believe him. Eventually, he just tried to shut out the feeling and forget it. Nothing was happening, anyway, so there was no reason for concern. Or so he thought.

As Shen became an adult, he was given a priceless family heirloom, an old staff with a long history. That was the time when the Youkai that had been observing made its move. Shen reached for the staff to protect himself, and felt a surge of energy from it. The Youkai was wuickly defeated and driven off, and Shen took the time to examine his new-found abilities and appearance. It was clear that he could do things few other humans could, and so began his life as a Chaser.

Powers: -Increased strength and speed, surpassing that of most men his age.
-Qi manipulation: basically, the manipulation of life energy that is said to exist within all living beings. However, he is only able to manipulate his own and the energy within the nearby air. Qi is invisible to the naked eye, but can be observed by the shimmer of air as it is manipulated. Uses include infusing the ends of his staff and limbs for increased force in each blow, firing blasts of Qi energy (little to no damage, but strong knockback like a gust of wind), and manipulating his staff in midair as if using telekinesis on it.

Weapons: -Monkey King's Staff: a Treasure that grants him his powers, as well as his monkey tail.

Equipment: -Bag: a bag with a single drawstring, meant to be worn around the shoulder. Carries whatever Shen feels like carrying.
-Puzzle Ring (unsolved): Shen has been trying for a long time to solve it, and has currently failed every attempt.

Other: Shen is rather decent at cooking.

Name: Odelia Adams

Title: Wicked Wench of the West

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Height: 162.5 cm

Weight: 54.4 kg


Personality:
Odelia has a very straightforward, selfish type of personality. She never takes in consideration of those around her, but doesn't do so
to harm or spite. She shows a small range of emotions; going all out with what she loves or has her attention, able to only dote on one object virtually forever until another takes its place. With this love, most subtle displeasures can be effectively ignored or muddled through, but is known to explode should it hit levels she doesn't know how to deal with.

Short Bio:
Odelia Adams is the third daughter of two upper class fools who've never worked a day in their lives; they both being the beneficiary of centuries worth of old money. Together, they live fun lives; doing as they please, but never spending a dime they don't have to. Only going to their rich neighbor's to party whenever there was any kind of social gathering. Eventually three baby girls popped out, only acting as a small speed bump in their socially active lifestyle until it was decided that Odelia was the last. However, their house is well below average by today's standards, and not once have they hired help to care for the property or the children. Instead, giving the girls mediocre home education and the ability to govern their own lives.

Odelia and her three sisters spent a lot of time together as there weren't many other kids their age. But as time moved on and their passions grew, Odelia became more of the black sheep of the family; preferring to spend her time learning about the more intriguing ghost stories and otherwise considered oddities instead of what was shiny, new, or fun. She was often seen spending her time roaming through the nearest towns, exploring their more unkept areas gathering rumors and uncovering the truth, while going farther with every passing year until eventually leaving home for good and exploring the world.

Powers:
Odelia's powers at its core is a very unstable variant of psychokinesis, allowing her limited psychic control over nearby objects with the off chance that what ever she focuses on can spontaneously ignite it or the air nearby before she looses her grasp of the object. However, spikes within her powers can cause a significant, though untested, discharge of destructive psychic energy over an undefined range.

Weapons:
As a psychic, no weapons are actually carried, but she isn't afraid to pick up anything nearby should she feel the need to protect herself.

Equipment:
- Bottles and jugs of volatile liquids just waiting to be set aflame and explode.
- An assortment of various packages of lollipops in various flavors.

Other:
- Multilingual, with moderate trouble in the more harsher German and Russian family of languages.
- Loves things that are small.
- Loves things that are adorable.
- Loves things that taste sweet.