Name: Sylvie
Age: 387(21)
Gender: Female
Race: Human, Magi(Life)
Appearance:
Personality: Sylvie has been around a long time and one thing that she hasn't been was consistent with her own personality. On the surface she has adapted her mannerisms to match up with the culture of the times but beneath that she is always a caring and compassionate person. With every incarnation she has become adept at altering her mannerisms to prevent being recognized. Sylvie works hard to keep herself up to date and by now is a gifted actress. Currently she prefers a more calm and detached demeanour.

By necessity she considers herself to be a separate person from other copies of herself, consciously avoiding considering whether or not she is the 'real one' by deciding that all of them are as real as any other, and have their own lives that she will not waste frivolously. Far from seeing them as disposable tools, she views that as being her own family, her own sisters and daughters.

Despite best efforts, she feels remorse when copying the consciousness of her primary body, referred to as her Alpha, into another, effectively overwriting the other personality.

Abilities:
With an affinity for Life, Sylvie is a gifted healer, considering herself a fleshsmith that can form and fix flesh with remarkable ease. She has lived a long life to practice her art, refining it over many iterations. THe main body of her work lies in creating Homunculi copies of herself to fall back on in case of her suffering from a serious injury or death.

While the majority share the same apparent age and appearance, there are some variances built into others, such as differing ages or the careful addition of other less human bloodlines. A favourite of hers is a half breed youkai with fox ears and a tail.

Skills:
Fencing - Sylvie leanred fencing when duelling was fashionable in europe, taking a saber as her preferred weapon.

Medical Knowledge - She posesses in depth knowledge of human biology, necessary for her work.

Equipment: On her person Sylvie carries little aside from some raw materials to use in her magic. These supplies car be used for major minor healing up to the loss of a limb. Often she may also carry a duelling saber.

In property she has amassed a large but discrete number of real estate holdings, more than half of which house at least a small lab in order to keep her spare bodies distributed and more closely available wherever she is.

Brief Backstory:
Sylvie(Last name varies) has been around a very long time. Her first forays into crafting her own immortality came during the middle of her first life but true success came much later as her health and strength began to fail. With that success they new copy, holding the lifetime of memories of the original but wholly its own being had the misfortune to bear witness to the decline and eventual death of the original. Sylvie vowed never to go through such a thing again. Successive copies have all been created perfect, unaffected by age. Any deaths suffered by them must come from violent means, typically out of sight from the next backup.

In more recent history she has decided to continue travelling the world, immersing herself in other cultures and events. With the world constantly evolving and travel being so easy she makes the most of her potentially endless life by experiencing as much as she can. Currently she is posing as the owner of the Nine Tails Cafe in Minazawa.

Name: Haccho Takumi
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human - Onmyouji
Appearance:
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Tall and lanky, Haccho stands in at 6 feet or about 183 cm in height, giving him a bit of height over many Japanese folk. He has a sinewy build and his long dark hair is typically pulled back behind his head. Along with the stubble around his face, Haccho often looks less like an investigator and more like a typical Japanese rocker- and his lazy and easygoing personality does little to assuage those assumptions. In terms of dress, Haccho is fairly set in his own fashion sense, from high end casual to well fitted suits.
Personality:
Casually confident, Haccho carries himself with a sort of calm bravado and rarely breaks this character. Outgoing, yet not brash and outspoken, Haccho's generally cheerful and light-hearted disposition is of one who is rather confident in himself and his abilities. While casually boastful of his own abilities, he isn't afraid to acknowledge his own shortcomings, though will often spin it around in a manner that sounds better of him. Though relaxed and lazy, Haccho is competent and appreciably professional, and often interacts quite well with women and children, and will casually flirt with others regularly, though rarely shows any inclination to go any further. A generally good natured man, Haccho is fairly friendly, and talkative, often making sarcastic jokes or face-palm worthy puns even when in the middle of deep shit. Prideful and somewhat cocky, Haccho can be, in short, a bit of an ass- a well meaning ass, but an ass nonetheless.

Abilities:
Haccho is an onmyouji of dark affinity, most of his spells and magical talent revolve around shadows and illusions, giving him an edge in subterfuge. From opening doors not meant to be opened to shrouding himself from view or binding suspects with shadow tags, Haccho's magical spells are printed onto specialized paper tags, allowing him to more easily deploy spells without having to take the time to cast spells. Very few of Haccho's abilities are conducive for combat, and primarily provide him with supportive or situational control. Outside of his spell tags, Haccho possesses an innate magical talent, and has the ability to cast simple charms and telekinetically move smaller objects, such as books, pens, wallets, and coins.

• Magical Trait: Shadow Waltz - For brief moments- typically an amount of seconds, Haccho can take on a shadowy visage, allowing him to phase through walls or danger.

Skills:
While by no means an Olympic athlete, Haccho is no slouch. In good shape for someone his age, Haccho possesses a mental and physical fortitude capable of taking a considerable beating and can hold his own in most situations that are physically taxing, from lifting and moving objects, to chasing down suspects and even fist fights. While not a brawler, Haccho knows his way around a street fight and can be a formidable foe when provoked. Though not a marksman, Haccho is well versed in operating firearms and firearm safety, and can be a decent shot with his sidearm or even a shotgun or rifle.

Equipment:
Haccho always carries a handgun with him in either a shoulder holster or a concealed waist holster at his back. The sidearm is a small, compact pistol, often loaded with silver bullets for use against the supernatural. Along with a few additional magazines of ammunition, Haccho carries a small set of ofuda loaded with pre-written spells.
Brief Backstory:
Born in the heart of Tokyo, Haccho has spent most of his life used to the urban sprawl of the city. Haccho was born the the oldest of two, the son of a doctor and a 'businessman'. The oldest child in a household whose parents weren't around often, Haccho was quick to assume the role of "secondary man of the house" at a young age, to help his parents take care of the family and house. Their family traced back an old line of Onmyouji, and though their father was fairly skilled with his abilities, he didn't put much effort into teaching his sons, not until both of them began to manifest the magical trait which has been dormant in their family for generations. Only when both brothers began manifesting their abilities, did their father begin to bring them into the family business, and introduced him to various other businesspeople that he dealt with- most notably the yakuza.

As a youth Haccho performed well in school and sports alike, excelling in mathematics as well as athletics, though was often disciplined for disrupting class, fighting and arguing with teachers and students- though few people ever really messed with the Yakuza kids. Despite any disciplinary action Haccho might have faced, he nevertheless graduated with honors, and upon graduating from high school was excepted into Tokyo U, where he planned to business.

Things never exactly go as planned, and after a small dispute landed their family in hot water with the local branch of the yakuza. Forced into exile, Haccho and his younger brother fled to Osaka, where Haccho would eventually join the police force.

Sometime later, Haccho and his brother would find themselves in the small, but growing region of Minizawa, to start up their own investigation agency.

Name: Kamogawa Rokkaku
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Delinquent)
Appearance: At the relatively unimposing height of 5’6, Rokkaku doesn’t look like much of a tough guy, his long brown hair and his small eyes making him out more like an unhygienic teen rather than the baddest bad boy in the neighborhood. Then he flexes, and his entire body turns into a monolith of unmoving steel. Then he glares, and the intensity in his dark red eyes could quite possibly cause salarymen to scamper away. And then, one may note the countless scars that riddle Rokkaku’s body, and perhaps they wouldn’t be wrong in believing him to be a yakuza enforcer or a former child soldier. But those are all just outer impressions, the impression of people who don’t know him.

Personality: Not that they’re all that far off. Rokkaku does love the taste of youthful rebellion, and he certainly has no qualms with cracking heads open with his iron fist. His death glare is indeed something that causes lesser men to cower and the yakuza to flinch, while his body is most definitely reaching the apex of physical prowess. His neutral expression is an ‘irritated frown’, while his smile is aggressive and vicious even without meaning to be. Heck, if treated like the delinquent punk he is, Rokkaku’s more than willing to play into their expectations of him, revving up his motorcycle obnoxiously and driving 30mph above the speed limit while throwing the middle finger at the cops.

But the sense of justice in his heart remains strong, and as a red-blooded rebel, he hates bullies, snobs, and assholes that impose their will upon the unwilling, whether through might, mind, or money. He also has no time for bureaucratic bullshit, thinks that sugary sweet girls are all just manipulative Jezebels, and thinks that the best way to get past obstacles is to go STRAIGHT THROUGH. Rokkaku’s the manly dumbass that doesn’t get feelings and emotions and all that icky stuff, but who’s still going to run twice the length of Minagawa and punch a fat, ugly bastard if he catches wind of whatever nefarious plot they’re planning.



Equipment: Rokkaku has three sets of clothing, a wallet, a first aid kit that he doesn’t use all that often, a can of tuna in case he meets a stray cat, his motorcycle, his sleeping bag, and his all-season tent. Travel light, and you’ll never have to complain about sore shoulders.

Brief Backstory: The Kamogawa family owns a shrine on the mountain while moonlighting as youkai exterminators. The eldest son, Rokkaku was supposed to succeed the family in that regard, but while he enjoyed all the lessons in how to punch youkai dead as a child, as he grew up, he realized he didn’t care for being a mercenary or a hitman or whatever. No, what he wanted was adventure, and, with the confidence that facing off monsters gave him, Rokkaku got into a big, nasty argument with his mom and promptly left the home, permanently borrowing his dad’s motorcycle while he was at it.

Riding far, far east, the dumbass delinquent eventually ran out of New Year’s allowance for gyudon and settled down in the city of Minagawa to find part-time work and stock up on more money for his next trip. Apparently, his rebellious attitude was totally ‘rock’ in the eyes of the owner of Live House Thunderblood, located on the western side of Downtown Minagawa, and that’s where Rokkaku occasionally works now, as the surly security dude that’s there to throw disruptive punks out during live events.

It works out, anyways, as long as no police officers ask why such a young lad is out and about during school hours.

Name: Alesandro Silva (Raisha “Nagi” Shanagi)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Haunted By A Gashadokuro)
Appearance:





Personality: Alesandro can be a rather serious man at times, but despite this, he is generally a very polite and reasonable guy. Morality for him, while definitely important, tends to be rather flexible and bendable depending on the circumstances. His attitude towards life is more “where the wind takes me” than anything and has a love for adventure and adrenaline. In fact, someone could even call him a tad bit of an adrenaline junkie, though not to insane levels. Boredom just isn’t something he particular likes is all. He has quite the “seen it all, cool with learning more” demeanor and actually is casual with interacting with the abnormal world around him.

Nagi, on the other hand, is one of the most playful ghosts a person could ever come across. Playing pranks on others, teasing people for a bit of comedy, and seeing how “x makes y do z” are some of her favorite pastimes. However, she isn’t a sadist and does understand that there’s limits to what she should do to others. That being said, the careful line between “prank” and “annoying” can be tricky for her at times. Ironically, despite her jokey personality, annoying her isn’t all that hard either if you know her buttons. She’s on to keep quite the grudge, however, and will only really drop it if the situation is too important for her to keep holding onto it. She’s also quite the history buff due to the souls within her.

Abilities: Alesandro, by himself, doesn’t exactly have a lot of magical prowess. While he does know a few spells and can cast average-level incantations, he can’t do anything really big or powerful like most could, let alone for as long. To compensate, he goes with more down-to-earth methods and external magical tools to assist him, such as natural magical staves and literal spellswords. Instead, any real “abilities” come from Nagi. Unpossessed, he can summon her large skeletal body parts to assist him and, if they’re the arms, can even swing large flaming weaponry when using it. To expand a bit more energy, he can even summon the entire top half of the gashadokuro, but he remains in place and the skeleton itself is rather slow moving overall. He also can’t keep the spirit’s powers going for very long when the whole skeleton is summoned. Limbs, on the other hand, can more quickly come out, for surprise blows or even blocking. However, if they are too severely damaged or severed, he can’t summon them again for a time and even feels the pain in the corresponding limb.

When possessed, that’s when Alesandro becomes a more magical danger. Since Nagi is in control at that time, she gains abilities that either she or the other dead had. Her swordsmanship is downright terrifyingly good and she’s able to turn average sharp tools into sharp Japanese weapons, such as making knives into katanas. They’re also can be ignited with a blue spiritual flame that increases their attack range, though it only allows it to cut or pierce better instead of really burning anything. Weapons can even be made with just the fire, but it will dissipate a few minutes after being made. Her reaction time is also superb and she’s surprisingly agile, though not necessarily fast. Keep in mind though. Nagi is in control she’s only able to do things she knows. Also, Alesandro can speak a variety of languages, including Japanese, due to Nagi being a somewhat “mental translator,” at least for the languages she knows.

Skills: If a person can’t really use magic when they’re meddling in the business of the supernatural, what do they do? For this man, it means using whatever they can get their hands on and use their wits on. This includes knives, daggers, and guns to help himself out, usually preferring lightweight stuff so he can still move quickly. He’s also rather good at parkour due to his different bouts in life and, surprisingly, is good at blacksmithing. Resourcefulness is something he prides himself on, too. He can take a beating, but remember that he is still human and overall is still limited like a human would be.

Equipment: Alesandro has an assortment of weapons at his disposable. In terms of regular weaponry, he brought a pistol, a rifle, 2 knives, and about 3 flashbangs. Obviously, he doesn’t carry all of these things at the same time, mostly not to shatter his spine, and usually has to choose what to bring with him. He also has a decently sized assortment of supernatural tools, such as a functional Ouija board, a low power wand that spews out fire spells, a mid power wand that uses water spells, and healing potions. Rope is also something he tends to carry cause, well, there isn’t many situations he knows of where he doesn’t need rope.

Brief Backstory:Remember that one kid that would always go on adventures when they were left alone for as much as twenty seconds, going all Rugrats? That one that could give an babysitter the worst near-heart attack of their life. Well, that would sum up Alesandro’s childhood pretty well. He constantly looked for things to do and had his imagination make the fun parts for him. When it turned out those tales of magic and tomb exploring could actually be real, of course he was going to pursue it. By the time he was 17, the world of magic became his reality and exploring it was his life. Despite parental fear, ironically the people who made him aware in the first place, he couldn’t be stopped. Time and time again, he swung from ropes, stealing ancient riches from criminals and learning magical knowledge in the depths of danger. Of course, here and there he had to get dirty but good God the ruins and rhymes he learned were worth the pain.

If people knew who he was, they remembered and feared or awed at the “Elegant Splunker.” He always hated that people called him that, but hey, good to be remembered? Some wish they could be remembered after all, as he soon learned. As he tried getting a treasure that was believed to be from the Japanese Feudal Period, or some closeby era, he found himself cornered. A wall and approaching gunsmen down the long hallway. With how low on equipment the man was, it seemed like this was the final journey. He looked at the treasure, covered in robes, as he decided to unwrap it, the one action he was warned not to do. It was a red skeletal arm. In seconds, a red haired see-through girl popped out from the arm. And not long after, the gunsmen came. With a twist of her head, 180 degrees to be exact, all of them shrieked as they ran off, yelling “Gashadokuro! She has come!” the whole way. They both shrugged as he carried the arm back to the exit, grumbling that that was way less satisfying a rescue than he was hoping.

The two soon tried getting acquainted with each other, though it was a bit one-sided. Alesandro was an easy enough explanation, but the girl, Raisha Shinagi, or simply Nagi, was more complicated. Mostly because she had not one past, but multiple. As it turned out, her existence as a gashadokuro infused the past of the dead, most unceremoniously dumped in a mass grave or killed on the battlefield, in her memories. Yet, she knew that she had her own life previously, not just existing as the fused will of the deceased. The problem was figuring out which one she was as none of them looked like her. But she knew her name and it was proof she was alive. That there was a Raisha Shinagi. Surprisingly though, Alesandro was enough of a distraction to not make her too soul-searchy about it. The adventures the two had were always some bizarre fun, especially as they found it she could give him a boost. But curiosity soon came to a head after an old friend of Alesandro’s said he may have a lead on this “Raisha Shinagi” case he asked him a few years back. A small town they called “Minazawa” that might have the answers they were looking for. It was pretty much an immediate decision that they needed to check this out, whether it was her birth town in life or her final resting spot in death. Of course, first came having to stash most of his weapons away due to Japan’s laws towards weaponry. He already had to go through that hassle once, going through it again was not on his plate. With that headache prevented, it was off to Minazawa they would go.