@TheRedWatcher @Alias Just wondering, are onmyouji allowed? The type that wields Shikigami, I mean.

@Loki Odinson

Arisen is already making an Onmyouji

Arisen is already making an Onmyouji

Ah, noted. I'll place tentative interest here. I don't know if I can keep up with one more RP ^-^"

I'm interested. I'm thinking of a ghost ninja that possesses those of his family sharing his ninja arts through his family line. Normally he remains dormant just giving slight knowledge of fundamental skills.

That is until the latest one that inherited the spirit which allows his soul to resonate and allows the young man to use the deeper and advanced ninja techniques that border on magic of legends.

How does that sound?

@Loki Odinson

I figured. And that's fine.

@Weed

Um....I am not even sure I understand what you're describing. How does that work within the setting I have given?

Shiranui [+]

Shiranui | 873

Occupation: House Mascot/Guardian
Kaifuku Role: War Dog

Race: Okami - A type of spirit, specifically a wolf spirit, the Okami are depicted by Japanese folklore as both fearsome yet benevolent. Okami are viewed as divine spirits, who manifest themselves in the forms of wolves, protecting rice fields and villages from pests and predators alike. In certain villages, it is custom to make an offering of sekihan-red rice- whenever a wolf cub is born; and Okami wolves are sometimes known to make return offerings of meat when a village woman gave birth. These wolves also are said to leave certain kills as a gift for the village, though if the villagers do not leave it a portion of the meat as a return gift, the spirits will grow angry. Due to the both perilous and benign natures of the Okami, these wolves are often thought of as judges of character that can somehow tell who is a good person and who is a bad person.

Okami spirits are able to manifest and control divine flames that do not quench when submerged. In battle, these large wolves possess both great strength and speed, and will aggressively attack those who threaten its companions. While the colors of their fur vary, all have red marks on their faces and bodies. It is said that to kill a wolf puts one's family at risk of divine retribution.

Appearance:

Low Power Form [+]

When Shiranui is low on energy or is seeking to conserve energy or hide his true form, he takes the appearance of a small puppy. Roughly twice the size of a man's foot, Shiranui can be somewhat hard to notice and can be almost comically clumsy at times. In this form, Shiranui clocks in at no heavier than 12 pounds, and his body is very warm to the touch and seems to radiate heat.

Okami Form [+]

Upon taking his full form, Shiranui explodes into flames before taking on the appearance of a flaming wolf. Roughly the size of a bear, Shiranui towers over most humans when standing on hind legs. Weighing in at roughly 250 pounds, Shiranui radiates heat, and flames seem to constantly flicker off of its legs and back.

Reputation:
Shiranui is believed to be a guardian spirit in the local villages, protecting them from demons and foul spirits. In present company, Shiranui acts as both a house mascot, and a fierce guardian in his small and large forms respectively. Much like the legends, Shiranui seems to be an excellent judge of character, reacting positively and negatively to people he views as good or bad.

Personality:
Shiranui's personality seems to shift with his forms. While he is in his low power form, he is considerably more excitable and energetic. Happy-go-lucky to an extent, Shiranui is generally cheerful and empathizes very strongly with the emotions of others. Perhaps as either a preference, or a side-effect of not channeling as much power, Shiranui is fairly simple minded but curious, his playfulness seemingly a reflection of his size and stature. While in his low-power form, Shiranui is very susceptible to many 'dog-like' weaknesses: he possesses a rather short attention span and can be easily distracted, especially by round objects and small pieces of meat.

While in his full form, Shiranui is much more reserved and calm. He generally stands with a noble air around him and is considerably less excitable or playful. In this form he is both prideful and confident, noticing disturbances with his finely honed senses, but not necessarily reacting to them unless need be. When angered or in combat, Shiranui can be quite fierce and aggressive, snarling and circling are common signs that he is ready to attack. While in his full form, Shiranui is also capable of directly communicating with his companions via telepathic images and emotions.

Fighting Style:
Shiranui's fighting style lacks any real refinement, instead striking with the ferocity expected of a demon or a beast. Shiranui combines lunging bites with razor sharp claws capable of rending steel, in addition to the heat and flames generated by his body. In addition to his physical strikes, Shiranui has control over divine fire- coating his claws and teeth with everburning flames, and capable of flinging bursts of flame short distances.

Skills:

• Hunting - As expected of a wolf, Shiranui is an excellent tracker and hunter. With exceptionally keen senses for a wolf or dog, Shiranui is capable of acting much like a bloodhound, and can track even the most illusive prey.
• Fire Immunity - Shiranui is largely immune to heat and flames, and actually seems to enjoy being in the presence of heat and warmth.
• Cute! - In his smaller form, Shiranui is arguably irresistible and can be disarmingly cute.

Lore:
It is said that centuries ago, in the Izumo region, a dreadful serpent demon named Orochi terrorized its people. Yamata-no-Orochi was a gigantic serpent with eight heads and eight tails. Its body was long enough to cover eight peaks and valleys, and was covered with moss and trees. Its belly was inflamed and smeared with blood and constantly hungered for flesh. Slaying their men, and fouling their crops, the Serpent Orochi refused to leave Izumo unless each village of the region offered up to their most beautiful daughter to be sacrificed to him each year for the next eight years.

For seven years the villages of Izumo prayed to their deities for salvation and for seven years they sent their daughters to be sacrificed. Their prayers seemingly falling on empty ears, the people of Izumo despaired, believing that the demon Orochi would utterly destroy the prosperity of Izumo.

Hearing the plight of its people, the wandering hero, Susano-o journeyed to Izumo, to slay the demon and save its people. Upon arriving in Izumo, Susano-o spent his first night in the village of Hii. Hearing the sounds of a beast, Susano-o awoke in the middle of the night. Leaving the home he was resting at, he came across a great white wolf in the middle of the village farms. This wolf bore red marks across its face and body and was clearly no mundane creature.

Believing this wolf to be a servant of Orochi, Susano-o attempted to slay the wolf. Their fight lasted until dawn, and Susano-o was ultimately defeated by the wolf- not for lack of skill or stamina, but pure misfortune as he tripped and fell upon the carcass of a slain deer. Susano-o found himself at the mercy of the great wolf, and steeled himself as he prepared to join the heavens.

Yet the wolf did not slay him, for the wolf recognized his soul as of one that was pure and good. Instead, the wolf bowed to the worthy adversary and left him in the farm. Susano-o questioned the villagers, who explained to him that the great wolf was not a servant of Orochi, but in fact an Okami- a guardian spirit whom protected the village. The Okami had once tried to slay the demon Orochi, but was unable to do so on its own.

The next night Susano-o sought out the spirit yet again, waiting in the farms until the Okami arrived. When the Okami arrived, Susano-o bowed his head and asked the spirit for its aid in slaying Orochi. Knowing this man to be good and pure of intent, the Okami agreed to aid him. Now allied with the Okami, Susano-o hatched a plan to slay the demon.

Susano-o, was famed for not only being strong, but clever as well. First, Susano-o instructed the people of the village to brew very strong sake, and then build a fence around their village with eight gates. He then had them build a platform and place a vat for holding the sake just inside each gate. Then, after pouring the sake in the vats, he told them to hide and wait.

With the preparations completed, Susano-o and his Okami ally took refuge in the center of the village and waited. Eventually, the demon Yamata-no-Orochi appeared, his coiling and hideous body rolling through the village. All serpents love sake, and the Yamata-no-Orochi was no different. Each of its eight heads dove into a vat and drank deeply of the sake contained within. After gulping it all down, Susano-o and the Okami sprung from their hiding spots and fought the demon.

Orochi, its senses now muddled by the powerful sake, still put up a vicious fight, and its hide, as tough as steel proved too much for Susano-o's blade. The Okami, its claws capable of rending steel and body capable of spewing fire was able to injure the foul demon, but knew not where to strike. Susano-o, as wise as he was strong instructed the Okami to strike at the base of each head's neck, where its heads were weak, and at the crest of the monster's back, where its soul resided.

Sharp claws tearing apart the back of the foul Orochi, the Okami would eventually be able to reveal the black pearl that was the Demon's soul. Susano-o sprung onto the demon's back, and tore the black pearl from the creature's body. Now fearful and vulnerable, Orochi demanded that Susano-o return his soul, but the hero refused. Susano-o demanded the demon leave Japan, and never return lest he throw the pearl to the ground and crush it underfoot.

Weakened and defeated, the demon Yamata-no-Orochi fled the village of Hii and left Izumo, and its people celebrated. Susano-o entrusted the black pearl in the care of a group of warrior monks, and thanked the Okami for its aid. The village of Hii offered Susano-o their daughter that was to be sacrificed, and Susano-o married her. He would spend the rest of his days in the village of Hii, and had many strong sons and beautiful daughters.

Susano-o would eventually pass away from age, dying peacefully in his slumber. On his deathbed, the Okami appeared before Susano-o to say goodbye to its old friend. Bowing before his old friend, the Okami vowed to protect Susano-o's family and their descendants until they were reunited in heaven. The next day, the Okami appeared before Susano-o's oldest son and bowed before him.

Theme Song:

Accepted - just change the fire immunity to a racial trait and add another skill. :)

Age: 26 - At least 200

Occupation: Ronin Samurai, Enma’s Guardian

Kaifuku Role: Enma’s Samurai, Leader

Mundane Identity: None goes by Hazou

Race: Goryō [御霊] - while it may be true that Hazou was no aristocrat, he was destined for Heaven. In the time of his life for his number of good deeds and be a respected individual in his time of life. But when Hazou was slain by his brothers great grief struck his soul and held onto it.

Hazou could not accept his death. He died with a grudge and when it was time to speak with Enma, being the soul that Hazou was, a good, kind individual, an honorable warrior, Enma granted him the wish to rise again from Hell if he vowed his services to him.

Though Hazou himself is less a Ghost and more like a Ghoul. He doesn’t rot or fall apart, in fact he’s quite alive, but quite dead at the same time. In fact if Hazou walked past a shrine or something to unveil his flesh you could see he was quite skeletal underneath his skin.

With that said Hazou has all the weaknesses of a human being, he didn’t get super strength, but may have unnatural speed, though he always had that. And has the ability to summon blue yokai fire from his hand or wrap it around his blade.

Hazou can be banished back to hell, he can be sealed, and is quite subjected to the magic of Priest. Who can seal him or harm in any number of ways.

*Not attached to his race persay; Hazou Does possess an unnatural supernatural speed. Full of after images right before he moves. Nothing like so fast he can dodge everything, but the way he moves is flows so well like liquid that it's more like an mirage of supernatural speed then actual supernatural speed. This is something noted when Hikari was alive too.

Appearance:
5’8”, 130 pound,
172cm, 58kg





Reputation:

In life and in death Hazou has always been considered an honorable warrior. Who he was would be commemorated through the years. And who he is would be praised for the years he had crossed the threshold of the living.

He always been an honorable samurai, and that was the reason why he had to die. A skilled leader, a calm individual, with a lot of wisdom and a lot of advice. His presence causes jealousy in others doing near the same work.

While those not doing near the same work honor him. The tombstone that has his original name is visited day and day out by people he did not know directly, but knew his work to honor him. And as a ronin he is often hired by the lowly class, for short sums of money to help them when they are threatened by a bigger threat than they can handle.

Meanwhile, on the other end. He is celebrated and mourned by Enma, who weeps that a honorable warrior of justice, with the many good deeds he had done. Must be bound as an endless spirit who may see his grudge never fulfilled.

While some Demons sneer at Hazou for what he is because he is not cruel or wicked. Not in the same way that they are.

Personality:

Hazou is many things and he represents many things too many different individuals. Because his life no longer merely pertains to the Mundane. To the Mundane, Hazou is more a title, and very few people see the man who has aided them for the near two hundred years as the same individual. But many individuals who had taken on the name and the mantle. That may be accurate in some sense. They see him as a drifter, a wanderer and a loner.

Which also may be a bit true. Hazou doesn’t talk much, he never has talked much, he always been quiet and still like the surface of a pond. The only ripples are usually when something strikes the surface. Which probably makes many in the Kaifuku wonder how he can lead. But Hazou as himself when he is not working is not the same Hazou who works for the Kaifuku.

On his days off he prefers to wander and be alone with his thoughts. He likes shogi, practicing his sword style, and listening to the wind. Even making whistles out of blades of grass. When it is time to dispatch orders for the Kaifuku, Hazou changes.

Not by much. He’s steadfast, strong, and a well suited leader. As he had lead his own platoon before when he was alive in the Shinsengumi. He is tactical and strategic, he treats the battlefield like a shogi battle, even saying that a fight can be assessed like a board. He doesn’t wave nor falter in his beliefs.

Though some could argue that he can be too self righteous or too virtuous. Unlike others Hazou may get a complaint here and there that he had done nothing wrong with his life. That he would not understand sin or what living as a sin is. But then again resurrecting as a vengeful wraith isn’t exactly honorable.

He’s loyal and dedicated to his people. He has no trouble or problem aiding those who may need aid. Lending advice and wisdom if they so ask. He dislikes loud and obnoxious people, he dislikes when people yell or abuse each other. He also seems to scoff at the common samurai practice as of current. Seeing them as warriors of hire for money rather than the symbol they ought to represent.

He also dislikes being woken up, he often has a dark aura surrounding him for about an hour or so when he wakes up. And can get territorial when it comes to food, the last person who tried to take something off his plate had their chopsticks shoved up their nose as he continued to eat.

Weapons: Engetsu “Old Moon” - Long Blade, Shingetsu “New Moon” - Short Blade


Engetsu and Shingetsu were the swords Hazou used in his life and afterlife. He had no children to pass his swords on and they were as legendary as the man who was brutally murdered. Story goes that a group of individuals request or outright protested that Hazou’s sword be distributed like some cheap souvenir to pass onto him. It is said in popular myth and lore that swords can become alive when their masters use them. Hazou’s soul so pure that when they were buried with him in his coffin and taken to the afterlife with them, they absorbed his holy energy as it dispersed.

It is said that these blades when they cut demons, feels like holy light striking through them. It is said it is this energy that creates the arcs of light that Hazou produces when he moves at his incredible speeds.

Equipment:

Hazou rarely carries anything on a mission than his swords and still wears his coat when he was in the Shinsengumi. For him it means something for him to wear the coat, to continue to uphold his ideas and his beliefs.

As for when he’s not working;

Shogi pieces in a pouch that looks awfully similar to a money bag, so people try to take it all the time

A notepad of sorts that has written shogi strategies on it and some haikus

Fighting Style:

Tsuki no Michi - Path of the Moon - 月の道

It will always be said what Hazou took with him to his grave was his own personal style, that was known to others as the Path of the Moon. They said he moved with flow and elegance, and with an unnatural speed. His movements reminded them of waves, guided by a delicate hand, standing on invisible auras others could not see. He seemed to glide with his blades. And when he directed his blades, he struck with quick strikes, with arcs of light that reminded people of the shapes of the moons.

Arcs that represented full moons, crescent moons, half moons, they felt a strange aura, a strange energy, a strange protector. Perhaps the moon goddess had really smiled down on him, or perhaps that was all merely myth trying to compensate to understand the left handed swordsman and his strange technique.

He didn’t fight like any other samurai of the time of his life, he fought, like he glided, like he floated. Like he was stepping off the ground. Like he were made of paper, with twirling streaks, and powerful blows.

Skills:

Cooking -

Most surprising is that while Hazou’s haiku writing skills might be completely abysmal, his cooking talents are often praised. If he were not a samurai, perhaps he could have been hired as a private chef for some rich political individual. If no one else knows how to cook it become Hazou’s responsibility to make dinner for everyone.

The only issue with that is Hazou can be stubborn and doesn’t take request from others very well. It usually takes a little coaxing to serve something people might want, buying the ingredients or bringing the ingredients over to him as a subtle hint.

Cleaning -

Yep it can be joked that Hazou ended up with all the housewife skills, but one of the first things Misugi taught him upon arriving in the Shinsengumi was the importance of cleaning one’s place of stay. Hazou could be considered a bit of a neat freak when it comes to the home. Wood floors are polished until they sparkle, tatami are swept and the front of the estate should look pristine. A clean home is a clean mind. But Hazou is not the only person that cleans. No what’s more scary than his own sense of cleanliness, but the strict standards he forces on others to clean with him.

Observant -

He’s not all cleaning and cooking though. Hazou’s sharp gaze is not without good reason. Hazou is very observant to the point it’s obnoxious. One of the things Hazou is good at noticing is changes in details or when something has been moved out of place. Great and useful in a mission tracking something down, very bad when someone takes something of Hazou’s he doesn’t want you to take.

Tracking -

Hazou has a great sense of putting clues together and tracking or following an individual. Following footsteps. This all goes in with his observant nature as well.





The story begins two hundred years with a man, not a vengeful, or grieving wraith, but of a man. Not just any ordinary man, a man celebrated, and loved by all. One who died unexpected, though not shockingly. It was more the nature of the death surprised all.

Kazehara Hikari was a loved and respected man, who still believed the Bushi code could be used for all. He didn’t believe in a world where only few people could afford Samurai, but Samurai were the symbol of Japan and its citizens.

Perhaps this view they say developed from his upbringing. It is said Hikari grew up in a small village near some rice paddy fields. His village was known for the quality of their rice and was visited for their many unique rice dishes.

It is said one day the village was attacked by rogue bandits. The village with no way of defending itself, was cut down and many were slaughtered. Even Hikari’s own parents were slaughtered when they refused the deserting samurai service. Hikari orphaned wandered from his village as a survivor and tried to do things for money. Making little to nothing.

Now some stories say Mistu found him half dead passed out in the street and other stories say he found the boy asking for money, starving and dying being passed by people. Mistu being the captain of the Shinsengumi at the time. Appalled by the mistreatment of the boy Mistu took in Hikari.

He taught Hikari swordsmanship, in the eventually hope the boy would join the Shinsengumi when he was old and strong enough to do. Mitsu received a lot of criticism at the time for doing such a thing, it was said there was always some kind of tension between Hikari and Ota. But other stories state that Hikari and Ota were once friends.

In the Shinsengumi Hikari made the most of his life. Respected by the lower people, they saw him as the people’s samurai. Something Hikari strived for. He was strong and said to be quite skilled despite coming from a rice farm.

Ota and several other Shinsengumi members who were earning more political favor than people favor grew jealous of Hikari’s celebrated fame. It goes Ota asked Hikari to patrol the village they were stationed out together at night.

Hikari having no real conflict with Ota, besides a few snide comments, agreed and set out to patrol with him. Hikari was lead into a trap and overwhelmed by sheer numbers as five of his brothers jumped him, slaughtered him in cold blood.

It is said Hikari’s soul was traumatized by such a death. Instead of feeling deep wrath or true vengeance, his soul was traumatized with grief and depression. How could they have done that to him. Treated him in such a way when all he wanted was to celebrate their good deeds with them. He didn’t care about the fame or the celebratory comments people made in his name.

Unable to accept his death as a spirit Hikari wandered. He watched as his death brought great despair on the people he knew, maybe even indirectly knew as he saved them or helped someone they knew out. It was hard to watch his own funeral or the great grief that struck Mitsu a man he greatly admired and respected.

When he was found by a Shikigami meant to bring him to the land of the dead. Where he would be judged by his deed. Hikari was not ready to leave his life, he was not ready to die, he didn’t understand how anyone had the heart to do such a thing to him. The spirit was clearly traumatized by the brutality of its death, yet it was brought to the Great Gate to be judged by the 12 Great Kings.

Hikari had done nothing wrong in his life. Possibly one of the reasons he brought jealousy outside of others. While they drank, slept with too many woman, abused their position, Hikari had remained pure in mind and soul.

It is said when Hikari came to Enma’s judgment the spirit overwhelmed with all the events that had happened broke down at Enma’s desk. He plead to Enma he was not ready to die, he had not yet completed the things he sought. He desired, desperately desire to allow his grudge to be granted.

Seeing the spirits pain stirred something in Enma. He agreed. But told the spirit he was destined for Heaven. If he commits to being a servant to Enma, that when his vessel or if he is ever expelled again from life that he will remain in Hell. The spirit agreed.

That vessel would come to be known as Hazou. The spirit inhabits a body or was resurrected as a wraith who carries Hikari’s grudge. Not that Hazou himself is Hikari, but he inhabits the things Hikari’s soul wished and carries out.

Interested in this (most likely going with a Jikininki) though I do have to clarify something. As it's around the Edo period, firearms from the west brought by the Portuguese and Dutch would be in circulation. Would we be allowed to have one for our character?

Interested in this (most likely going with a Jikininki) though I do have to clarify something. As it's around the Edo period, firearms from the west brought by the Portuguese and Dutch would be in circulation. Would we be allowed to have one for our character?

Possibly. I am....incline to say no. But I am also inclined to see what you do. So, show me what you got.

I'm super interested in this!! But.. I can't join because I'm going to be away for a week starting Saturday... Don't wanna join a new RP only to leave for a week :(

I'm super interested in this!! But.. I can't join because I'm going to be away for a week starting Saturday... Don't wanna join a new RP only to leave for a week :(

Make the sheet. We'll do the review. And what we'll do is just introduce you as a new person just entering the Kaifuku. No big deal. :) I can work around a person's schedule.

Well, with that in mind, I present to you my application.

Note: Colors/headings will come later.

Ah I see. I scanned too much and didn't grasp the story. I'll rethink it now that I understand.

A WIP. Lore coming soon..ish.

Well, with that in mind, I present to you my application.

Note: Colors/headings will come later.

Akihisa Echigo-ya [+]

Name: Akihisa Echigo-ya (越後屋 明久)

Age: 77 years of existence but looks to be around his 40s in Mundane form

Occupation: Kabuki Artist

Kaifuku Role: Graceful Gastronomic Gunsen Ghoul

Mundane Identity: Akihisa also goes by his stage name “Eita Mera (米良 瑛太)”

Race: Jikininki. Neither truly dead or alive, Akihisa is cursed by the gods to suffer an insatiable hunger for fresh, dead flesh at least once a day until the end of time. His own belly will start to consume what little flesh remains of his if this curse is not satisfied, leading his mortal visage to fade and reveal his true form: that of a mad, rotting corpse that has atrophied driven by greed.

While he is functionally immortal and cannot be put down through conventional means, Akihisa’s body has the same durability of that of a human. If his limbs are chopped off, he needs to sew them back on if he intends to not spend the rest of eternity without them.

Appearance:

Mundane [+]

Jikininki [+]

Reputation: As Eita Mera, Akihisa is a celebrity in the theatre scene. His performances, along with the others in his kabuki troupe, are quite salacious that they sometimes cause a ruckus among the audience. Conveniently, these brawls can often lead to deaths that don’t seem to end up at the local coroner’s office. Indeed, this new art celebrated by the people of the new era allow Akihisa to walk among the people as a ghoul, albeit with heavy makeup or with a Men-yoroi mask on.

Akihisa’s activities as a Jikininki are largely unknown to the public and to the denizens of the underworld, he is not significant at all.

Personality: A man punished for his greed cannot hide this inherent flaw. However, his time as an artist has given Akihisa the desire to be revered. If he finds individuals worthy of his respect, he will attempt to earn theirs as well. While seemingly proud, he is not below casting his pride away at the feet of his foes if it means preserving his fortunes. Live to fight another day would be his mantra if he weren’t already part of the unliving.

Weapons:
Gunsen Pair – Two iron folding fans that are sharp enough to cut through flesh. Used primarily as prop in his shows, these weapons are deceptively useful in close quarters combat.

Nanban Shortbarrel Arquebus – Hidden underneath his elaborate costume is a single-shot, matchlock firearm from Europa that he took to his grave. The blood of a monk is soaked deep in its barrel.

Equipment:
Spice Shaker – A small container filled with spices from the Moluccas. Hides the horrible taste of rotting meat.

Red Men-Yoroi Mask – A traditional samurai mask usually used by cavalry commanders (as seen in either appearance images).

Fighting Style: Tessenjutsu – The martial art of warfans. A mostly reactionary fighting style, tessenjutsu aims to deflect or redirect blows from spears and swords by manipulating the opponent’s momentum. Darts, arrows and other small projectiles can also be swatted away by a keen sense. Overwhelming strength such as that from a mace or immense numerical superiority render this fighting style ineffective.

Skills: Song and Dance – Being an artist has its merits. If only he was born as an artisan instead.

Culinary Expert – Though he needs to eat dead flesh, this doesn’t mean Akihisa neglects the finer tastes that the world has to offer.

Firearms Familiarity – Death and dishonor does not stop him from using the weapons of the foreigners.

Lore:
Born into the Ryōmin caste’s merchant class, Akihisa’s life would be stacked against him from the start. For centuries, tradesmen were regarded as the lowest dregs of society due to their parasitic nature of the farmers and artisans. What they lacked in prestige, they made up for in money which allowed them to simply bribe their way to respect. However, not all merchants were guaranteed success. Only those with a drive to succeed would see their fortunes prosper, and Akihisa was fueled with endless ambition.

An interesting phenomenon had occurred to Japan around the time he had lived. Sailors from beyond the oceans had arrived to establish trade with the country. The foreigners did not follow local customs but brought immense wealth to the islands. However, the government soon limited trade and interaction with these sailors and Akihisa had to resort to new ways to acquire their goods. Smuggling was the answer. Funneling goods through hidden harbors put him and his fellows at odds with enforcers but the riches were too good to forsake. This venture went on for years, further finding himself deeper in the criminal underworld.

His end was met at a mountain temple, where his lust for gold put him at odds with the monks who resided at the location. To his surprise, he didn’t find himself in the afterlife but soon understood the new reality of his situation. A few years of wandering the world in between worlds soon presented a unique opportunity for the ghoul as he had heard of whispers that the great Enma was looking to enlist mercenaries to his cause. Ever the opportunist, Akihisa found a new path to redemption and it was one that he could use his skills for.

Theme Song:

I have a few issues with the sheet, I do like the idea, but I need somethings addressed first;

Hazou is essentially immortal himself too, he'll be in Enma's service until Enma dismisses him. However, I gave Hazou a high weakness to certain magics. Specifically Priest magic, and he can still be banished or dismissed. That suck if a priest dismissed Hazou he returned to hell and couldn't enter the Mundane World for the next 50 years. What do we do now. He also can technically be slain by a priest who can banish him or excorcise his grudge. Because fucking priest. And yes there is a high likelihood we won't be fighting priest priest like our Ice Fog child. But there are demons who do use that kind of magic in the same way.

-Personality doesn't tell me much about the character.

I'm also heavily concerned that your character might derail or try to disrupt the other PCs missions for his own gain. And well I am okay with opportunistic or not so classic hero hero types, I also still need members willing to work with others and for others. And I am uncertain whether or not your character can.

@TheRedWatcher@WXer

I'd also like to point out another thing. Specifically, I have a problem with this here-

Reputation: As Eita Mera, Akihisa is a celebrity in the theatre scene. His performances, along with the others in his kabuki troupe, are quite salacious that they sometimes cause a ruckus among the audience. Conveniently, these brawls can often lead to deaths that don’t seem to end up at the local coroner’s office. Indeed, this new art celebrated by the people of the new era allow Akihisa to walk among the people as a ghoul, albeit with heavy makeup or with a Men-yoroi mask on.

See, my issue with this is, there's no way the Kujo-Sha wouldn't notice this. Your character would become a target for the exterminators. Even if you already were a Kujo-Sha, the rest of the group would find out and probably expel you before hunting you down.

Looks awesome. Definitely gonna join. Are we limited to one character? If possible I'd like to make one human and one Youkai.

Name: Ayano Suiden (Or just Aya for short)

Age: 357 (Appears 23)

Occupation: Waitress

Kaifuku Role: Ninja

Mundane Identity: She currently goes by the alias Saya Hazuki, the illegitimate daughter of a now-deceased peasant woman. She will remain at one place for a few decades, gradually altering her appearance when her youth becomes suspicious. When she can no longer maintain a mortal identity, due to it being too old to be convenient, she vanishes, taking on a new name at a new place with the same untraceable story.

Race: Kitsune – Long lived foxes that attain power through their many years of life and acquired wisdom. Every hundred years, they grow a new tail and can acquire up to nine. The longer a kitsune lives, the more powerful it becomes. Kitsune come in two varieties: the nogitsune, and the zenko. The nogitsune are the mischievous and malicious foxes, while the zenko are benevolent adherents of the god Inari. Aya falls into the latter category.

The source of a kitsune’s power is their hoshi no tama, a small glass sphere that sparkles like the night sky. Kitsune either keep their hoshi no tama in a safe location, hold it in their tails, or some have even been known to swallow it to assure its safety. If anyone steals a hoshi no tama, the kitsune will lose much of its power, and will likely be compelled to obey the commands of its holder until it receives the sphere back again.

Zenko like Aya possess the magic of foxfire, a divine flame that doesn’t burn, but has purifying effects on evil beings. Kitsune also have a number of other magical abilities. By placing a leaf on their head, they can take on any form they wish, though they are most known for appearing as beautiful women. They can craft auditory and visual illusions to deceive their enemies, however the illusions have no physical substance of their own. They do not cast shadows, and if one catches the reflection of a kitsune in disguise, they will see a fox reflected back at them. Kitsune can enter one’s dreams and communicate with them either directly, or by manipulating the imagery of the dream. They can create pleasant dreamlands, or horrifying nightmares. They can also choose to appear in the dreams themselves. Kitsune possess impeccable balance and agility, able to leap through trees and balance on branches with ease. They also have heightened senses and are particularly perceptive. However, they are about as susceptible to injury as any human, and can be dealt a mortal blow if they get careless.

Appearance:

When going on a hunt, Aya dons black kunoichi gear. Obviously, her restaurant attire isn’t ideal for jumping through trees.



Reputation: Aya has earned herself a mixed reputation among the Kujo-Sha. Those that have never worked with her see her as lazy and childish, wondering why she is even a part of this organization. More often than not, she’s seen goofing around than actually training or honing her skills, so some of the more serious members think rather lowly of her. However, among those that have gone on a mission with her, she has earned a reputation of loyalty, both to the cause and to her teammates. She is always true to her word, so much so that people have come to think of kitsune as incapable of breaking a promise.

Personality: Aloof and playful, Aya tries to fill any room she enters with cheer. If she’s filled with a room of particularly gloomy or serious people, it only motivates her to get people to lighten up. While not as promiscuous as stories surrounding kitsune would suggest, she can be a bit flirtatious to those who give her an amusing response. She is a blunt person, not caring about insulting people or annoying them so long as she’s not working her mundane job. If you haven’t bathed in a while, she’ll be the first to tell you it’s time. However, when she’s on a job, it’s like a flip is switched. The cheeriness and playfulness vanishes, and she becomes a dangerous youkai. She’ll never kill the innocent, but those branded as enemies will find her surprisingly merciless.

Aya has lived for centuries, and has spent most of that time among humans, but she doesn’t like talking about her past. Only those who become very close to her are afforded more than dismissive answers, and those very few people that get this close to her come to realize that she is an incredibly good actor…

Weapons: Tooth and nail, plain and simple. Aya has sharp claws and teeth that can rip through flesh. She carries no additional weapons, and wouldn’t be skilled with it if given one.

Equipment: A pocket full of sticks, reeds, and leaves. While her illusions don’t have physical substance, she can cast an illusion on a physical object to make it more convincing. For example, a stick could be made to appear as a gold coin, and since there is an actual object there, one could pick it up and examine it. Such objects would not hold up to scrutiny, though.

Fighting Style: Kitsune Instinct - Aya practices no formal style of martial arts, but rather fights with feral instinct. She relies heavily on her speed and reflexes for defense, and attacks aggressively, perhaps one could even say recklessly. However, the lack of any discernable form makes her attacks erratic. Those looking for a rhythm or a pattern will find none. This style is particularly effective against those who diligently practice specific styles, as she can adapt to their movements quite easily. She runs into trouble, though, against fighters who are a physical match for her speed and adapt to unorthodox movements well.

Skills: Trickery - Those who master the art of trickery need a specific set of skills to pull off their stunts. Aya is highly observant, able to eavesdrop on muffled conversations, read body language, and can read quickly and accurately from a distance. She has an impeccable sense of direction, both in the wilderness and in labyrinthine palaces, so she rarely gets lost. She is dexterous, flexible, and agile, allowing her to sneak around in the shadows without being noticed. And, she has a keen wit, allowing her to apply these skills in clever ways to manipulate her targets any way she sees fit.

Social Chameleon – Aya can take on virtually any role, be it a polite maiden, a drunken bimbo, or even a proud samurai. Her time among humans has given her mastery of appropriate manners for just about every situation, be it among the nobility or peasantry, and she can even imitate local accents and dialects. Aya can be whoever she needs to be to get wherever she needs to get.

Dancer – She’s good at dancing. Not much more to it. Her singing voice is rather average, though.

Lore:


Theme Song:

WIP




Apparent Age: 23

Age: 437

Occupation: Omyodo Priest

Kaifuku Role: Priest

Mundane Identity: Same Name

Race: Yukinko

What becomes of a Yunkino is shrouded in mystery. The life of the Yuki-Onna and her child is not one relatively known to Japanese folk. Their tales tell stories of Yuki-Onna being merely a heartless woman, who kills men and uses sex to drain them of their life force.

She is often depicted as an evil entity seeking out the destruction of lost travelers or Mundane mortals who built homes in her icy territories. A spirit of winter she is often accused of all the destruction Winter causes Mortals. But what if the stories were wrong about the onba and her children?

Reality is that Mundane folks never know when they are building a home too close to the thinning of the spiritual world. Where beings like Yoki-Onna and other Ayakashi and Yokai traverse between the Mundane and Spirit worlds respectively.

In truth Yoki-Onna are extremely protective parents, who do not like Mundane people stumbling to close to where they bare their children. Often choosing to killing Mortals or frightening them in hopes they will leave and she can raise her children in peace.

A Yoki-Onna does not need a father to bare children. In fact she falls pregnant after every four winters has passed giving birth to a child in the new winter time. She is a very protective mother, but knowing what the Mundane has done to her children in the past, she must be fierce. It is said that Yukinko’s tears harden into pearl like gems that are sold by the Mundane world.

Yukinko are often then stolen from Yoki-Onna at a young age. Forced to produce as many gems as they can till, they are killed living the Yoki-Onna distraught as her children’s souls come back to her one last time before fading. This whole entire time their soul seeking her comfort one last time.

She has no trust in mortals due to this fact and instills this survival instinct in her children. Yukinko themselves are neither male nor female, but have their mother’s characteristics beauty and many of her gifts and powers.

With a simple breath they can freeze an individual, their tears harden and turn into cold pearls that are ice cold to the touch. They can touch something and freeze it upon touch. Can create blizzards or snow flurry when scared, upset, or other great emotional upheavals.

Yukinko skin are very soft to the touch, but very cold. It’s less their touch freezes anything, it’s just that they are so cold to the touch that it passively freezes whatever it touches. They are easily bruised, and are not strong physical fighters. In fact a Yukinko can easily be overpowered by a single man. Against two they have little chance.

They are shy individuals. Often hiding in the snow white of the flurry they create when scared. A survival tactic.

They do not do well in the heat at all. They prefer to stay in cold areas. Due to this the summer months make Hyoumu dizzy, he can overheat very quickly, and the heat can make him very sick. So he prefers to stay in a room he has frozen or to come out when the sun is not beating on him.

Because the Yukinko are so cold, but delicate they burn fairly easy when touched by fire. Fire is their greatest weakness. Though they can be slain by swords, especially ones doused in holy waters.

However, with this said Yukinko have exceptional regenerative abilities when left in cold areas or by taking the life force of another individual. Unlike Mundane people a Yukinko does not need to eat to sustain itself. Instead it can drain a victim of life force and feed off of that and be satisfied. They also tend to age at an incredibly slow rate. Are said to also be exceptionally beautiful.

Appearance:



Beautiful is probably the first word that comes to mind when gazing at Hyoumu. There is something about him, that is like snowflakes in the sun. His skin is porcelain white, like that of a doll, and his irises are so deeply blue it had near the same shade as pure sapphires. Actually in fact it’s hard to believe for some people that Hyoumu might be entirely human.

It doesn’t help that his skin is cold to the touch and he has a tendency to overheat in the summer weather. It doesn’t help that he is so inhumanely beautiful. Though some of the priesthood merely shake it off as him having someone’s divine favor. Truth be told Hyoumu is only called a he because despite all his inherent androgyny, he has no breast or hips to define him as a woman.

Though of course strangers are not going to be disrobing him, so they cannot see that he isn’t entirely male either. He simply accepts being called a he as it is custom of the Mundane world to be defined by a sex.

His hair is neither white nor blonde, instead it appears to be some silky, glistening, white with blue highlights, giving it nearly a sky blue quality at times even simply a silvery blue color like mercury. It is soft to the touch and glistens like metal when touched by the sun.

His clothes seem to be of traditional Buddhist priest robes, a full kesa, though not made out of any expensive fabric considering it’s meant to be a robe he can travel in as well. He doesn’t like the idea of drawing more attention to himself. Both arms he wears tekko around his wrist, and his right hand is wrapped usually with his rosary beads. He wears geta, and some socks, the geta tend to give him some height though very little. Standing at 162cms, 5’4”, and weighing 49kg, 110 lbs, he actually stands more around 5’3”½





His voice was soft and as gentle as winter air brushing across your cheek. It’s low and evenly toned, and quite pleasant to listen to. It’s neither masculine or feminine, but sits somewhere in the middle that you have to listen carefully in order to make a choice decision on his gender in that current circumstance. He’s very quiet, sometimes to the point of a whisper, perhaps it reflects a bit of shyness from him. As he holds his hands close to his chest and seems uneasy when speaking directly to people.

Reputation:

There are many things to say about Hyoumu. There are many things to say about Saigo Namida “Last Tear”. It depends which story you want to hear, and which story you want to attach to him, as he tries to flee his past. His cage.

The “Last Tear” was said to be a living sword, but it’s name was attached to many atrocity of war, and death. It is said the Last Tear was a sword so cold, that it did not kill its enemies, it froze them and then shattered them. Though no evidence of this ever occurring was witnessed on the battlefields that the Last Tear had been on.

When it shattered into pieces many said good riddance to the sword. A sword that many claimed to be alive and it’s many Masters had been driven to sorrow and madness by touching the sword itself. Or so the tales say. Many of its Masters were driven to suicide, often the Last Tear being the weapon they used to commit this act.

They said the blade had so much sorrow it overwhelmed them and their enemies. It is also said in these tales, that while there may have been no evidence of shattering enemies. The enemies slain by Last Tear were known to weep as the blade struck them and before they died. Eitherway the dark sword no longer seems to exist, being shattered into fragments and unable to be reforged all that is left is its legacy and Hyoumu who came afterward.



Well he came before that as well. But for right now after. Hyoumu is respected by most. A highly associated priest. He is often hired for the most extreme exorcisms. Often the things said about him are about his great power and his great source of magic. Some tales even go as to far and say Heaven brought them an angel to protect the people from the dark evil that has spread onto the Mundane world like an infection.

While those in the Mundane world who know Hyoumu personally really just a delicate individual. Who is lucky he hasn’t died yet. Praised for the strength of his power, but not entirely praised. The priesthood has no use for celebrity priest who scam civilians. Though Hyoumu has never scammed anyone. But even some people are a little cautious of the beautiful individual. Snake charmers are everywhere these days.

Personality:

It is hard to believe that Hyoumu has committed any sin. Words that others define him by are gentle, kind and compassionate. While these are true assessment of his character, it goes beyond being kind, gentle, and compassionate.

Hyoumu’s personality seems near as delicate as his easy to bruise skin, shy and insecure when talking to people. He comes off a bit naive. Not to the point where some would call him immature, but he does tend to have a child like sensibility.

That usually is displayed in his awe and wonder, his curiosity and imagination about the world around them. It is usually displayed in his easy loving heart, and fear of overbearing authority. He isn’t often seen in other’s company. They say he’s a loner, reality is traveling makes him seem more aloof and mysterious than he is.

Those in the Kaifuku instead see a snow white prince hiding in shadows or behind the nearest thing in the room, usually Senshi in order to not be seen. The quietness when people directly talk to him is when he has clammed up and is too shy to speak. He often flees, flusteredly so, when someone catches his gaze and he notices. He’s been known to hide behind vases, shoji doors, laundry, under a table once, and one time he threw a blanket over himself.

He of course over time can warmup and get comfortable with people, but usually that takes a while and is often a friendship forged by speaking to him no matter how efficient or inefficient his hiding places are. When he does warm up to individuals, he can be wise, and have a unique perspective of things.

Still he often comes off with an innocence that rubs off on other people that allows him to get away with a pout here and there if there’s something he really doesn’t want to do. And he has had in the past used his beauty or his meek demeanor to get his way. And that’s probably the only sin some people could think of.

But behind that gentle, childish like personality, is a deeply scarred soul that has a lot of deep fears. Embedded into his mind spiritually and not just mentally. He isn’t easy to open up to when it comes to people, while yes he’s quite shy, he also doesn’t come to trust easily. Afraid of someone taking advantage of him or hurting him in some way.

He has a deep fear of blood as well, one where he will become frozen or paralyzed at the sight of it. Though not insignificant wounds, but the kind of blood he saw when he slaughtered lots of people when he had no control over his will and desire.

He also seems to be seeking some kind of deep personal redemption and doesn’t easily accept his own efforts. Often berating himself or feeling like he hasn’t done enough or is good enough. Despite thirty-seven years being free from the sword, he still feels like a sinner. He still feels like a bad person. He doesn’t know how to wash away the stain of tainted blood in his soul.

He is often struck with nightmares of the hundreds of years as a sword. Night terrors that plague him. The dead people is what he fears the most. They blame him for being alive and chastise him for being resurrected and they didn’t get a second chance. He drowns in red in his dreams.

Despite that though Hyoumu likes winter, he likes to watch fall leaves change color as well, he likes taking ice cold baths which annoys others in the Kaifuku as he tends to leave the bath water ice cold. He likes doing the laundry and it’s the only chore he will do before Hazou assigns them any more. His favorite food is anything with azuki paste.

While he dislikes the summer and that most of the Kaifuku members have fire. He dislikes swords, needless deaths, and cruel people.