Name:
Hideaki Tatsuji

Age:
31

Race:
Demon Oni

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Weapon(s):
Daisho
(A matched set of katanas and a wakizashi)

Class:
Swordsman

Bio:
Born a human, Tatsuji wished to be a swordsman his entire life. Given that he was born into a relatively noble household, it wasn't difficult for Tatsuji to be taught by the dojo nearby his village in the western province in the ridges of Koto. Coming of age in a generally carefree childhood, he became a proud soldier of the Susano clan and assisted in raids, battles, and anything else the Emperors prefect demanded of them. From there, his skills grew. Life was fairly simple; making money to take home to his family and ensuring his own welfare while celebrating and living life while he could.
In his early twenties on an assisted delivery mission up the mountainous ridges of the northern province, his assigned merchant wished to stop and rest in a cave not far off the snowy paths. To which, Tatsuji begrudgingly agreed to. His merchant was a fairly young, pregnant woman and he was very tired, so once they were settled they both began to rest on that fateful snowy night.

He awoke to the sounds of screams, deep within the cave. As he rushed in, his Wakizashi drawn, he came upon a scene of horror. The merchant was tied upside down over a roaring fireplace and her pregnant belly slit open with no sign of her unborn child within. Terrified, he looked all around himself to find no one... until a shrivelled, screaming hag came barreling out of the darkness and pressing a stiff, clay oni mask to his face. All he could remember was the searing pain and the heat as it felt his body was torn... and then he awoke to his new form. A fire demon, his long black hair had turned into lockes of flame and his body twice its original size. The Onibaba-the hag-had turned him into one and explained that she desired for a husband to warm her lonely nights on the mountain and to fetch her more pregnant women for her to consume what grew in their bellies. Refusing his new existence to the best of his ability, he killed the onibaba. Despite removing his accursed mask, his transformation remained.

With news of his new form, the leader of his clan became uncertain of Tatsuji's direct affiliation. Thus, with begrudging consent, Tatsuji became reliant on secret missions away from the eye of the people of the western province and his family. No longer could he be around his friends, family and associates, he became confined to a life of a bitter mercenary when not receiving messages via a page from his clan for missions; mostly ones in which he needs to be sent to take out small villages with his new fire abilities. You would think they would be rid of him by now, since he's so much trouble to deal with. Yet he remains in the clan albeit physically far away from his leaders, considered by them to be a major trump card. He continues to send his family money every time he has the chance and dreams of one day regaining his humanity so that he may marry a wife and eventually have children. He fears his condition will always render him lonely.

Special Ability:
Able to set his blades aflame at will during battle. Eventually, this could build into a small eruption in which he can set a single opponent aflame at will; this takes a great deal of passion built up to draw power upon, however.

Misc:
-No one has ever seen him without his mask on
-Has a rather diverse sense of humor

Chiyoe no Kurushime "Tormented Thousand Generations"
47 in human years, but rather young for an oni
Nure Onago, a Nure Onna
Female




Class: Mage - Masters of the mystical arts, mages are proficient in one elemental spell, but their skills with warrior weapons are very poor.

She was born of sorrow like more Nure-onna are. For a child of her bloodline to live, their human father's lives must be taken in exchange. And this usually leads to contempt and bitterness to lie between mother and child. But not in the Kurushime women. For three generations the female oni have fallen in love with human males. And for three generations their lovers have been so enchanted with their beauty, so enraptured with their love and so loyally dedicated to their happiness that they have willingly given up their lives for the Kurushime women.

And it was so exception on the night Chiyoe was born, a full moon as her mobile and the lapping lake waves as her lullaby. At first her mother could not stand the sight of her, for even one look at her daughter brought on fits of sobbing wailing cries. It was Chiyoe's grandmother who cared for her mostly in the every early years of her existence. For, sincerely, that was all it was. An existence.

With no battles against humans to wage, the Nure-onna and their magics were abandoned. Living either in brothels or as mistresses to high officials, there was seldom a need for any other talents than their beauty. And, in her grief, Chiyoe's mother gave her body to a wealthy man, for his pleasure. The smiles that graced her mother's face were no more than those of a well painted mask. With the death of her father, her mother's love as gone with him.

And Chiyoe was nurtured for by her grandmother, though her mother was indeed kind enough to ask her new master to let them live in their luxurious estate. So Chiyoe was not uncomfortable growing up, even though the other concubines' children never played with her, for fear of the oni blood in her veins. And there were often whispers of envy among the human women, since the Kurushime women were all youthful beauties that aged far too slowly and never seemed to get sick or come down with pox. But it was the men's eyes Chiyoe disliked most of all.

Those leering eyes came from boys, guards, tutors, and even the lord of the manor. They all fell on her with heaviness and tried to worm their way into her nightmares. Leering eyes and lecherous gazes making her skin crawl as if she could fell their hands all over her... Her grandmother trained in the manners of a proper Nure-onna. To remain removed, aloof and distant from the terrible humans. To rise above their scorn and poisonous words. And to never lose herself to her magic.

For an oni that harms a human is intolerable.

Heavy magic spells over water
+Drawing the water from plants to form mists to hide in or use as a sphere of protection