Tatsuya Mondo [+]

So you're sayin' I got a 3 percent shot of making it out alive...that's practically 100, ain't it?

Name: Tatsuya Mondo
Alias: Mondo-san, Tacchan.
Title: The Gambling Icarus
Meaning: It represents the overeagerness with which he approaches gambling. Many fully expect him to overextend in his life and lose a bet he can never truly recover from. His fascination with gambling is nothing short of an addiction that’ll inevitable send him towards a downward spiral. This section was for your name. Tatsuya Mondo, what does it mean?

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Real Age: 16
Age Appearance: 18

History: For a large portion of his life, Tatsuya had always been a quiet and reserved child. He lived the average life of a city boy, had his own part time job, and was a member of his school’s boxing club. Despite that, he never stood out from the pack. Everything about him screamed uncertainty, timidness, and reservation that stopped him from reaching his full potential. Whether it was speaking in public, putting in his all in boxing, or trying his best to strike up a conversation with some of the lady customers at his convenience store job, everything he did screamed half assed. His reclusive nature made him come off as weird and most of his peers wanted nothing to do with him. He felt hollow. Most of the things he loved were starting to bore him.

The whole boxing part seems out of place. He's supposedly timid, which implies he's fearful or shy but he decides to join his school's boxing club? where he would be judge in matches for all to see. It seems like you just threw that in as an excuse for Tatsuya being able to fight. Also, just because someone is reclusive doesn't mean they are weird. Most people only react to a stimulus, what has Tatsuya done to merit his exile? And what does he love? or did love?

The root of a lot of Tatsuya’s problems in adolescence can all be traced back to a single moment of his life. The placement of this sentence causes a bit of confusion. Consider rearranging it or deleting it all together (its not really needed).

It was one day when he was fourteen years old and was stacking the shelves at work. That was when a suspiciously looking man slowly strutted his way to the front counter. In the blink of an eye, he pulled out his gun and demanded that everyone get down to the ground. The elderly cashier working there at the time could barely register what was happening. The robber grew more and more impatient with the man’s slowness until he decided enough was enough. He pointed the gun at the trembling old man’s face and was about to pull the trigger. As he was on the ground praying for his life, a surge of both guilt and adrenaline coursed through Tatsuya’s body. How could he just stand by when an innocent old man was about to have his life taken away from him? Before he knew it, he had charged at the robber and tackled him down to the ground. He pounded him with fist after fist, faster and faster and faster until all of a sudden...he had stopped struggling. He looked near dead, but was simply unconscious.

Timid, quiet, and reserved, Tatsuya ignored an armed robber's demand and beat said gunmen with his bare hands? Maybe this is when his powers could come in. It would make taking down the gunmen more believable.

For a period of time after that, Tatsuya had his 10 minutes of fame as a hero. But that didn’t concern him in the slightest. What did, though, was the feeling of excitement he felt that could only be described as a pure adrenaline rush. The numbness that had been plaguing him for so long had dissipated in that one moment. He didn’t want to let go of that feeling. He wanted more. He didn’t want to feel hollow again. At first, it started with gambling in mahjong parlors, but Tatsuya soon found himself wrapped up in business with the delinquent gangs of Tokyo. Soon, he garnered a reputation as the man who had never once backed down or lost a game of Chicken in his entire life. An entire 360 turnaround. Though, that didn’t mean that he always got out unscathed. He would regularly get beat down by members of the opposing team who were furious at him for leaving unharmed when his opponents would always leave with brutal, sometimes life threatening injuries. How? is he using his power?

His parents quickly caught sight of some of these injuries and he was quickly transferred to a school far away from the big city atmosphere that was Tokyo. Though he’s been adjusting well enough, he never shook off his reputation as a thrill seeker. Lately, it’s more because of his refusal to back away from a fight, though even now, he wants nothing more than to experience greater and greater thrills...

My biggest issue is the total erasure of who he was, without a real reason as to why. He saved a life and got a dose of adrenaline, I get that, but that sent him spiraling into the playboy-type? my advice would be to introduce your power early on, that would explain why he's a bit off from everyone else and give more reason for his actions at the convenience store. Taking down a criminal without effort could give him a confidence-boost.

Personality |

• Courageous
• Confident
• Skilled Brawler Not really a personality trait.
• Cocky
• Overly playful
• Adrenaline addict
• Seemingly a decade behind when it comes to technology, still has a flip-phone. Also not a personality trait.

Power and Techniques |

• Core Power - Spirit Strings - A technique that allows him to create and control thick strands of string from his finger tips. The technique’s range is about 20 feet. how strong are they? how fast? Remember they are at D-Rank.
• Spike Strings - Tiny barbs are added to the springs to inflict greater pain on enemies. Cannot be combined with his other string techniques.
• Invisibility Strings - He hides his strings with invisibility. Can only be used on one hand’s strings, at the moment. how long does the invisibility last? can they be incorporated with your other technique: Tracker String?
• Tracker String - He disconnects a strand of string and places it on an object/person of interest, using it to track them down should they get away from him. How long does this last?

Spirit Class: D-class.

Weapon(s): N/A.

Theme:

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Reposting this.

@Matador

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Anything in red are either clarifications that I need smoothen out or glaring issues. Check your quoted CS for the review.

My main advice would be to make everything mash together better.

Tatsuya Mondo [+]

So you're sayin' I got a 3 percent shot of making it out alive...that's practically 100, ain't it?

Name: Tatsuya Mondo
Alias: Mondo-san, Tacchan.
Title: Chief
Meaning: Tatsuya (Accomplished Dragon) Mondo (Lord)

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Real Age: 16
Age Appearance: 18

History: Tatsuya had always been privy to a life of luxury. Since he could remember, his parents had always been able to afford the finer things in life. They lived in a large house, could afford the best food, hire maids to tend things for them, and afford the absolute best education for their son that money could buy. It was a giant step up for them, as both were business people who had worked their way up the ranks of a real estate company. Tatsuya, on the other hand, knew of nothing but affluence from the very start of his life. He could get anything that he wanted at the drop of a hat. All the newest and hottest games, the finest clothing, and could always manage to keep up with the latest technology. For quite a while, he was absolutely content with his life. There was no real struggle. Maybe the occasional hard test once in a while or a particularly hard day at baseball practice, but other than that? Nothing.

In due time, he became increasingly self aware of the almost annoyingly perfect life he had been born into. Aside from his parents lacking real presence in his life, things were amazing. He had alright grades, was a decent athlete, well-liked, and had things a lot of things kids his age could only dream of. So why did it feel as though everything in his life was so dull? Nothing could excite him anymore. He fully expected to be able to get every new phone that came out, every new game—anything his heart desired. He could get it any time he wanted without a care in the world. So, really, what did one more gadget mean when he could get as many of them as he pleased? There was only one thing sucked the monotony out of life: online gambling. Mahjong, Poker, Blackjack—you name it, he played it. The balanced playing field was what fascinated him the most. Every victory he had felt as though it were by the skin of his teeth. The suspense of wondering if lady luck would smile upon him gave him a sense of anticipation unlike anything else. At the time, just playing matches online for fun was enough for him. But soon, even that grew to be monotonous for him.

It wasn’t until one night, when he went with his friends to sing karaoke that he seemingly found a source that could provide an infinite amount of that exhilarating rush. They were having a great time singing along some songs together over some good food when a group of students from another school went over to their table looking for trouble. Their school had a reputation for being somewhat prestigious, drawing a lot of attention towards them from less than savory individuals. The fact that he and his friends were drawing attention to themselves by being absurdly loud didn’t help matters at all. Things got ugly. Fast. It started with a few insults, then devolved into pushing, until all hell broke loose when one of Tatsuya’s friends got punched for dishing out a particularly nasty insult to one of the other boys. There was a moment of pause where they all had to register what had just happened before his friend punched back just as hard. Before anyone knew it, both sides were throwing punches like there was no tomorrow. Needless to say, however, things ended poorly for Tatsuya and his pals. They had done their fair share of damage, but they ultimately ended up on the floor with their wallets emptied of their valuables. The police came to the restaurant moments afterwards. Things looked grim, but the manager confirmed that it was the other group of students who had messed with them first. After a bit of questioning, they were allowed to leave, all of them being offered a ride home.

That afternoon, Tatsuya came home feeling worse than he ever had before. Every part of his body was seemingly in terrible pain. The maid fussed horribly over his condition and he got to hear his parents’ voices for the first time in what felt like centuries when they scolded him for going to “low class restaurants” in his school uniform. Despite the horrible shape he was in, he couldn’t shake the tingling sensation that forced his whole body to shake even as he was resting in bed. It was a feeling that could only be described as a pure adrenaline rush. Part of him wanted to fight against them again. No matter the outcome, that fight was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long, long time. For days at a time all he could think about was how different it felt from anything he had ever experienced before. From that point on, there was a nagging in the back of his mind that urged him to get more of that adrenaline coursing through him. And he knew just how to get it.

Over the course of a few days—after they had all recovered—he rallied his friends together to march straight back to the area they had gone to, jump the bastards who had roughed them up, and make sure that they never dared lay a finger on them again. This was, of course, a simple excuse. Tatsuya was incapable of producing the smallest iota of anger towards them. He just wanted to fight again to get the urge out of his system. After a bit of searching around, they spotted them while they were on their way somewhere. Tatsuya’s group took them by surprise, managing to land in a couple of choice blows before they had a chance to react. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late for them to get any semblance of control over the situation. The private school kids made sure that their assailants paid for what they did and bolted before they were forced to face the consequences. This single event was the catalyst that sparked a bitter rivalry between the two schools.

At first, it was a simple conflict between two groups of friends. But as news spread across both schools over the course of a few months, feelings of ire grew between the “posh rich kids without a single problem of their own” and the “ticking time bombs who were bound to attack at any moment.” Though he did feel guilty about potentially getting innocent students involved in their petty mischief, he always made sure to lend a helping hand when he saw one of his fellow students getting messed with by their new rivals. Though, if there was one thing that the entire debacle taught him, however. Without pain and genuine struggle, the finer things in life meant absolutely nothing. With no risk in the equation, victories were hollow and without meaning—a philosophy he incorporated into his once innocent hobby of playing gambling games. Now, he was more than happy to bet real money, whether it was at parlors or online. Every loss he took made each victory of his all the sweeter. When he wasn’t fending off attacks from their rival school (which he had gotten damn good at, thank you very much), he was getting his fix of adrenaline from gambling. Life finally had meaning again. When they weren’t fighting one another, they were competing in life threatening games of Chicken that seamlessly blended everything he loved about both gambling and fighting alike.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was all over for him. As it turned out, he had come home with injuries one too many times and the house maid squealed at his parents. Before he knew it, he was completely divorced from the conflict that gave his life meaning and shipped off to a more mild mannered town to complete his studies. They said they were doing it to give him a fresh start away from the violent big city environment. And so ended the happiest period of his life, abruptly, uneventfully, and absolutely prematurely. He’s managed to make a good life for himself at his new school, but laying quietly in the back of his mind is an endless thirst for adrenaline that can’t be quenched.

Personality |

• Courageous
• Confident
• Can keep a level head at the worst of times
• Cocky
• Selfish
• Overly playful
• Adrenaline addict
• Enjoys old fashioned or cheaper variations of the things he’s used to. For example, he has a fascination with flip phones and prefers them greatly over smart phones.

Power and Techniques |

• Core Power - Spirit Strings - A technique that allows him to create and control thick strands of string from his finger tips. The technique’s range is about 20 feet and at the moment are durable enough to carry around 200 lbs of weight when combined. They travel at about a rate of one foot per second.
• Spike Strings - Tiny barbs are added to the springs to inflict greater pain on enemies. Cannot be combined with his other string techniques.
• Invisibility Strings - He hides his strings with invisibility. Can only be used on one hand’s strings, at the moment. Lasutes, 15 when combined with Tracker String.
• Tracker String - He disconnects a strand of string and places it on an object/person of interest, using it to track them down should they get away from him. Lasts for one hour.

Spirit Class: D-class.

Weapon(s): Primarily Fists/Occasionally baseball bat.

Theme:

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Ayame [+]

I’m only pickin’ on ya cause you’re fun!

Name: Ayame Masahiro
Alias: Aya-Meiwakuna (The latter part meaning “annoying” or “troublesome”)
Title: Trickster Fox
Meaning: Masahiro means “perfection.”

Species: half-demon (kitsune)
Gender: female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Real Age: 16
Age Appearance: 16

History: Ayame was born to a human mother, and never knew her father. Whenever she asked, her mother would just tell her that he was in a faraway place. As she grew older, she assumed that this meant her father was dead, and Miss Masahiro let her believe it. However, the truth is that even her mother doesn’t know what became of that charming fox that won her heart all those years ago.

Ayame was raised as a human and her mother never spoke of her demonic lineage. She had no tail or ears to give away her origin, and it seemed she would be able to live an ordinary human life. However, it didn’t take long for her to start seeing things that nobody else could. Even as a little girl, she’d talk to ghosts or see little imps scurrying by. Her mother was quick to tell her to keep such things to herself, but that was only a temporary solution. Soon, her vulpine nature began to surface. She would prank her fellow students constantly, skip school, and even got away with shoplifting on a couple of occasions. So she isn't naturally mischievous, I mean she is, but it spawns from her demon heritage. Would having it sealed or suppressed change her? (just for my knowledge)

Everything reached a boiling point one day, though, when she fell in with a bad crowd. While cutting Middle School, she met up with some delinquents from a nearby High School. It started out with typical shenanigans: vandalism, smoking, looking menacing on the street… But then when school let out and they pulled a poor guy into an alley, Ayame was having second thoughts. They tried to rob him, but he didn’t have any money, so they proceeded to beat the living hell out of him. Ayame watched at first, wanting to fit in, but the pit in her stomach just grew deeper and deeper. This wasn’t fun. Her pranks had never really hurt anyone before, and this was too much, so she told them to stop.

That was a mistake, and the delinquents quickly turned their attention to Ayame. They surrounded her before she could run, and she felt their hands crawl along her shoulders, then grip her tightly. She didn’t know what they were planning on doing, but she became overcome with terror. The rest was a blur. She remembered blue flames, and when she came to most of them were running away with a couple on the ground badly burned. Her demonic ancestry was no longer a secret.

Personality |

• Kind
• Outgoing
• Clever
• Mischievous
• Irresponsible
• Nosy
• Inquisitive

Power and Techniques |

• Foxfire – A kind of demonic aura unique to kitsune. This blue flame can be manipulated to produce various effects.
• Purifying Flame – Ayame uses foxfire in its raw form to burn her enemies. However, unlike a normal flame, Ayame can determine who it burns and who it doesn’t, thus it “purifies” what she sees as an enemy. How far do they reach? how powerful are these flames? remember you're D-Class. Also I'm assuming these flames simply race out from around her? to hone fireballs would require it to be a technique in its own right (I'll be allowing more techniques to be learned as we progress).
• Illusory Flame – Ayame can use her foxfire to create tangible illusions. This allows her to create small objects, or coat herself or another in the flame to create a disguise. The illusions require constant concentration, must be within eyesight of Ayame, and are not particularly durable; biting an illusory coin would surly cause it to disappear into a puff of blue flame. Can these illusionary flames burn people? and is it all physical contact that causes them to break apart? One more thing, are there any hints to them being illusions, like a rise in temperature or smoke?
• Internal Flame – By breathing in her foxfire, Ayame can awaken her kitsune blood. She grows her tail and ears, and a set of claws. Her senses become heightened, she becomes faster and more agile, and she gets a small boost to her strength. However, as she is only half-demon, the form cannot be maintained indefinitely. Likewise, when she reverts to her human form, she feels all the strain she subjected her body to. Give me physical feats for your physical boosts. Can she uproot gnarled roots? have speed comparable to a fox? and most importantly how long does the transformation last. Give post lengths. Can she use her flames in this form as well?

Spirit Class: D

Weapon(s): None

Theme:

Corran Hebi [+]

The snake that bites his own tail has already lost...

Name: Corran Hebi
Alias: Serpent Prince
Title: None
Meaning: The surname Hebi is japanese for snake.

Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Real Age: 219
Age Appearance: 21

History: (1-2 paragraph describing your characters overall, history and beliefs.)

Corran Hebi lead an illustrious life of crime in the demon world. Not as anything so glamorous as a thief, or vile as a mercenary though. Corran was Demon World's number one Information Broker. That is, he had the underground knowledge of most of the goings on in many of the criminal circles. He had had dealings with The Black Black Club, informants in the Torukune Gang, and all the while Corran sat and watched the pieces move across the board like a chess game. Of course, he had his detractors. There were many people who believed never to trust a snake, and they were likely correct in their assumptions. For years, Corran had no real personal attachments to any of his colleagues in the criminal trade, and never had anyone he'd consider a friend. Not since he was a young boy, hundreds of years ago, had he felt any true connections to people.

Corran's early life was uneventful, his clan had abandoned him. He had survived on the streets as a pickpocket briefly, but his thin stature and lack of physical strength made him unable to last against the tougher demons in the world. Instead however, he had been "adopted" into a small gang of criminals of various different demon spirits. They were less thiefs than they were con men, and they taught Corran all about the grift. The gang was small, but Corran was happy to have somewhere to belong. And the young daughter of the gang's leader became his best friend. The last friend he really had. As Corran grew, he mastered his snake charming tongue, and became a master of manipulation. The leader of said gang was impressed, and he took a more formal role within the group. That lasted until a particular grift in which Corran's talents were used in a way he never would have agreed to. The young girl was sold off, and Corran had no idea. It wasn't until years later, in which a now adult Corran had run into his old leader, did the man let it slip just what really did happen to his old friend...

Now, Corran has turned his back on demon world. He has lived in Human world for 3 years now, regretting his past actions and looking for any sort of atonement. He was never able to find his friend, and he hasn't been able to forgive himself for that. A chance encounter with a new breed of Spirit Detective is just what he could use.

Personality |

• Observant
• Charming
• Cunning
• Dishonest
• Cynical
• Unethical
• Restrained

Power and Techniques |

• Snake Demonology - (The power that the rest will be derived from - weak transformation are allowed for sensible candidates.)
• Hebi Vice - Corran's grip has the strength of a constricting serpent. He can use the ability only with his right hand, and it enables him superhuman strength that would enable him to perform moderate strength feats (ripping doors off hinges)
• Snake Bite - Corran's nails can emit a poisonous venom charged with his demon energy if he scratches an enemy and it is able to enter the opponent's bloodstream. He is able to control the venom itself and can control it's toxicity in the bloodstream if he desires. A part of me wants to let you have this without changing it but I need to make it balanced. Is it a common poison that going to a hospital can cure? how fast acting is it? how does it progress?
• Snake skin armor - Corran can shed his skin in order to heal non-fatal wounds. He can not do this often, as it requires a great amount of demon energy. How many times is he capable of doing this a day?

Spirit Class: Lower C-Class Demon.

Weapon(s): (nothing overpowered. IE. Kurama's rose or Hiei's sword)

Theme: https://youtu.be/bVnQO9XaKB0

• 1. Spirit Based or originating from the Spirit World (you don't have to flesh the mother's backstory out, long as there is a reason for her being in Human World)
• 2. Under the supervision and direction of King Enma (for no Spirit stands above King Enma in this verse.)
• 3. And if not under the supervision of King Enma is prepared to be criminals (either on the run or hidden) in the eyes of Spirit World. Hence being potential targets for Yusuke's new apprentices. Might make for a interesting dynamic later on lol.

Hope this is okay! I know nothing about the setting this takes place in, but I do like the sound of it!

Hirata Kiwako [+]

"𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜..."

Name: Hirata Kiwako
Alias: "Kiwa"
Title: The Fallen Miko
Meaning: Kiwako "Child born on a border" Hirata "Peaceful field"

Species: Spirit
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Who has time for this?
Real Age: Roughly 400 years old Interesting.
Age Appearance: 20-ish

Appearance:

History:

Oh why would you want to bring up such bad memories? Fine, I'll tell my story... Just don't tell it to anybody else, or I'll kill you!

I used to be a small god of a small Shinto shrine to the north. I used my Goshintai, a Sakura branch, to mingle with the people of the village, playing pranks on the children. My shrine wasn't big by any means, but was still worshiped because I was a god that could bestow fertility upon the land. It was a quiet, but pleasant existence for a god.

One year however, there was a terrible storm ravaging the lands. The heavy rain caused all the rice crops to fail. And for the first time in history, the village was struck by terrible famine. As only a small god, there was nothing I could do.

The villagers thought it was divine punishment. A small sect within the village stole away my Goshintai and carried it to a new shrine they had erected in my name. It was here that they began the heretical practice of blood sacrifices. I wish I could say that I stopped them at the time, but I had never felt such a surge of power before. It was intoxicating.

Their crops flourished, bigger and more abundant than ever before. But instead of turning back to the ways of old, the villagers too became hooked on their newfound bountiful harvests. The blood kept flowing and the harvest kept growing. It was a dark power that slowly corrupted me from within.

It wasn't until a year later that I woke up from my drunken stupor with a start. The villagers, eager to please the Daimyo with a harvest like no other before, decided to perform the ultimate heresy. Hungry for more wealth, they had brought a child to my shrine. Her tendons cut to prevent the girl from escaping, and were planning on sacrificing her in my name. It shames me that for a split second, I did consider what such power would taste like; but thankfully I hadn't yet fallen completely.

Enraged of their fallacy, I enacted my wrath on the village I once swore to protect. I killed and maimed, razed buildings and burned crops. By the time I was through, the once peaceful village looked like a battlefield as what few surviving villagers fled into the hills.

Returning to the shrine, I used what little strength I had left to heal the girl's wounds. Her last words before running away were "Be a good Miko..." Overcome with grief and guilt, I broke my Goshintai; the one item tying me to this world. For all intents and purposes, I died that day.

My case was an interesting one. The corruption was deemed outside of my doing, but they did find me guilty of not putting a stop to it sooner. Unable to come up with a solution, I was sent back as a Yõkai; stripped of my sacred energy and left to be judged anew. Your history is fascinating and its okay the way it is, however I'll have some world info for you later on regarding it.

Personality |
+ Strives to do the right thing
+ Strong 'one for all' mentality
+ kind-hearted

- Cold and distant
- Little self-preservation
- Not entirely mentally stable

/ Extremely protective when it comes to smaller girls

Power and Techniques |

• Sakura Blossom - A storm of sakura petals, formed out of Spirit Energy surround Kiwa, which are used in her abilities. These petals are sharp, but brittle; unfocused into skills, they are more a nuisance than a threat. What's their range? how do they operate? is it in a sphere or linear fashion? directed by your hands or thoughts? Maybe both.
• Sakura blink - Kiwa 'blinks' to a sakura petal, allowing her to rapidly move around the battlefield. I know she's old and should be practiced but it appears she's been weakened by her judgment. So I'm going to place a max. usage on this ability. How many times can she use this technique in one sitting? surely it eats away at her reserves of Spirit Energy.
• Leaf blade - Using her swords as a focal point, Kiwa focuses her Spirit Energy into stronger sakura petals which trail behind her blades; allowing her to leave behind a 'ghost slash' after every attack, effectively allowing Kiwa to strike twice in one attack.
• Petal storm - Summoning a multitude of sakura petals, Kiwa can throw up a 'smoke screen' of petals in which she and others can hide. Due to the increased number of petals needed to be summoned, they lose any form of sharpness. In fact, its kinda nice and soft to be caught in the storm.

Spirit Class: C-class

Weapon(s):

Kogarasu-maru and Nuke-maru

"A storied pair of long and short blades said to have been owned by the Heike clan in times of old. The longer of the two, Kogarasu-maru (Little Raven) is said to have been forged using the feathers of a legendary raven from the sacred Ise Jingu Grand Shrine and bestowed upon the head of the Taira by the royal family; the shorter of the two, Nuke-maru (Quickdraw) was forged by a son of the famed smith Ohara Yasutsuna. It got its nickname when Taira-no-Tadamori was attacked by a great serpent and it leapt from its scabbard unassisted to protect its master. It is also known as Wither from a legend that if it was stuck into the ground at the base of a tree, the tree would brown and die by morning." Lovely history but I'm assuming they're normal weapons.

Theme: (completely optional)

EDIT: Oh snap this thread got active in the time it took me to write this!