Name: Xevna Drowl Proeth Aestram Obble (formerly Evan Lobb)
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Personality: Xevna can be a difficult man to place. He is polite, modest, and cordial, but his degree of understanding can at times seem to go beyond empathy and appear uncannily like mind-reading. A firm believer in hard work and personal responsibility, he cannot abide by unfairness and injustice, though he is himself rather self-centered and bears a strain of elitism. Though dignified, he is not haughty or arrogant—outwardly, at least. He dislikes conflict and fighting, but in competition is more than happy to end things as conclusively as possible. With what appears to be boundless ambition and cunning, kept in check by a gentle and compassionate demeanor, he's the sort who possesses a kind of inherent authority. While he weighs all things by what benefit they bring him, he truly does value the lives of others so long as they don't impact him negatively.

Background: Though born into a fairly wealthy Nevadan family in 1944, Evan Lobb did not sit on his hands and wait for fame and fortune to come to him. He applied the same notions of hard work and personal responsibility that lifted his parents out of poverty in order to catapult himself ever farther. His ambition and intelligence drove him to take risks, and while many didn't pay off, he never ceased trying to make something more of himself. While this took the form of schoolwork and social involvement early in his life, by the time he reached his senior year in high school he was already working part-time at the local phone company and on set to graduate as a valedictorian.

University ensued soon after, and seldom did the young man find himself with free time. Nevertheless, he supplemented the beginnings of his career and the furthering of his education with as many connections as he could make; though some thought of him as less than genuine or even conniving, he proved to be a steadfast and charismatic friend. At all times he kept a close eye on developing technologies, his hand seemingly poised to grab on once something caught his eye. As such he made a number of notable investments both before and after graduating with a Master's in economics, but nothing that panned out in a major way. A month after graduation he married Maurine Brunner, a fellow economist with whom he'd fallen in love during his lengthy college stay, and the pair entered the workforce together.

Life went well from there, if somewhat unremarkably. In 1985, however, Lobb struck gold; with enough capital set aside for just the right opportunity, he seized the chance to start his own business fulfilling a perceived need. Taking a colossal gamble, he quit his job as a Wall Street consultant and founded Apex, a resale and shipping service that took advantage of the fledgling internet. His bet paid off; Apex expanded by leaps and bounds, becoming an international institution handling all manner of products and services in the space of 20 years. Apex grew into a modern-day trading empire, with Lobb buying into businesses with stunning frequency and pushing the company forward with calculated relentlessness. In addition to shipping and selling commodities of all types, Apex harbored its own public television channel, publication agency, commercial brands, philanthropy, and university of science. Evan himself owned vacation homes in a handful of countries, and supposedly his own small island in the Atlantic. Rivals he either bought up or shut down, with every risky ploy he made derided by the media as nigh-suicidal only to pay dividends in the end. He supported beneficial organizations through charity, though his high standards for such organizations and relatively low payout brought a great deal of negative attention upon him.

By the time he reached 65 years of age, even after handing off his mighty company to the oldest of his three daughters, Evan Lobb was the wealthiest man in the world, his name synonymous with capitalism itself. Of course, there were many who thought of him as the ultimate evil, the very incarnation of greed and the lust for power, who in full seriousness referred to himself behind closed doors as the World Master. Those claims aside, there could be little doubt of either his pragmatism or opportunism, nor of his brilliance.

Regardless of the contents of his story, it came to an end in 2018. While out of the house, visiting a local college as a guest speaker, he tripped over an uneven section of sidewalk and fell. Though rushed to a hospital, his age greatly exacerbated his injuries, and he died of complications within a day. Upon reincarnation, he chose for himself a new alias, scrambling together names and titles to arrive at a sobriquet that belies power with silliness.

Gift: Ability – Control theme

Quirks and Perks:
Younger (Reincarnated much younger than when he died)
Knowledge (Business)
Very Perceptive
Charismatic (Authoritative)
Lucky

Equipment: None

Appearance: Standing at around 4ft 5in. Marcella certainly doesn't have an imposing figure in her new form, that being said. She has pale skin characteristic of a vampire, that burns easily in sunlight (rather then igniting it just causes sunburn much easier then regular skin) Her figure is petite and youthful, likely to hopefully change with age, While she is shorter then her original self, the her overall proportions have remained the same, so it shouldn't be too difficult to adjust.

Characteristic of Vampires, she has slightly elongated canines that are much sharper then other demihuman species. Built for the specialisation of the drawing and draining of blood as befitting a vampire. Her ears are also elongated similar to that of an elves.
Name: Marcella Wainwright
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire

Personality:
To call Marcella a spoiled child is an understatement. She is the type of child that demands respect even if she hasn't earned it, plagued by the notion from her parents that a she being their child should have respect, and thus should demand respect from those that don't give the respect. This results in her having a very blunt personality, carelessly throwing insults towards people without a second thought, and leads her prone to fall into rages and tantrums at the failings of others she has put her trust into, which that in of itself is difficult for her to do so.

While not a violent person really, she is known to lash out physically if the situation gets heated, and in this new world, she isn't above injuring a person if they start the confrontation but she won't instigate a confrontation if she pities them (which is almost everyone really). Likely treating this as a way to alleviate her bitterness towards the world before her death.

When she fails something she herself has set out to do, she enters a depressed state where she reflects on her failings in a self loathing manner. Expressing regret that it could go better. However if anyone were to approach her in this reflective state, without being close to her, the response they would receive could be quite volatile

To earn her respect one must be vigilante, as well as understanding of her. Keep trying and eventually she'll be demanding that others respect you too. Its her way of saying thanks for everything because even if she has difficulty dealing with her emotions, she understands the value of respecting those closest to your heart.

Background:
Marcellas upbringing before her death was the characteristic tale that you hear over and over, She was the daughter of a pair of rich parents, whom had more wealth then common sense, and were also likely to earn worse parents of the year award. Pushing many things onto Marcella's shoulders b efore she could even properly speak, forcing her to develop in a way that made the family proud. Which resulted in Marcella becoming arrogant, and rude to those she saw as beneath her.

She had 'friends', the people that kiss the ass of those above them in society so they could grovel at the scraps, due to her naiveity towards people and her lack of knowledge of how friends worked, she gave them lavish gifts for silver tongued compliments. None of them came to her bedside as she was slowly dying due to a faulty blood transfusion and a broken body, which was required due to her simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. (She was hit by a car) Ironic that her new form is one that feeds on any sort of blood and regenerates from such injuries.

Perhaps she could have had a better upbringing, but life likely had to balance the skills for giving her such a fortune to her name. That being said, her death is a bitter one, even in the new world, nobody would be able to tread that topic safely without repercussions.

Here in the new world, her goal is simple. To craft a legacy with her own power, her family isn't here to give her what she needs anymore, and thus she needs to be the one to make her mark upon the world, and upon the people within it. Because dying once has instilled a great fear within her.

Dying alone.

Gift: Ability: Something to make her the greatest vampire ever. Be it an ability or otherwise. Something to make her the pinnacle of the race. So she can inevitably get her ass kicked later on~

Quirks and Perks:
Personality Traits:
Iron-clad Will

Racial Traits:
Enhanced Nightvision
Enhanced Regeneration (Blood-Dependent)
Blood Hunger
Light Intolerance

Equipment: None

She is 180cm (5’11) tall.

Name: Yasuko Purtscheller
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Personality: Yasuko is a decent mix of energy and self discipline. She is a driven and passionate woman with a love of adventure and exploration, but she is not reckless in her pursuits. Whereas a more bouncy person might sprint off towards an interesting place without a care, Yasuko would take her time before going, but she wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to go at all. To her, life is about the journey, and to waste it in search of safety would be to simply lay down and wait for death. If she were to sum up her philosophy, she would say “Why do we climb mountains? Because they’re there!”

Background: Yasuko is the daughter of a Japanese mother and an Austrian father. As an avid mountain climber in his homeland, he inevitably roped his wife into his hobby, and eventually their daughter too. To hear him tell it, he’d say she was “born to hold a pick in her hand”. Certainly, it wasn’t long after her birth that Yasuko started to lose herself in athletic pursuits. She was a runner, a climber, and even a horseback rider before she turned 20. In all these pursuits, a proud father stood behind her, encouraging her ever further.

Her life could not be nothing but sports and leisure, of course. Her mother’s influence played a key role here. Hobbies could be indulged in freely only when and if she had the time and only if she was certain not to ruin herself doing so. She was the counterbalance to her father’s eagerness, always insisting they double check and triple check that they had what they needed before going anywhere or doing anything. As per her direction, Yasuko acquired a comfortable job as an office worker to give her a stable income. Her heart was never really in it, but she certainly never slacked off at her job, as she knew she could explore little to nothing if she were penniless. She never desired to rise above her position, as she did not see the career ladder as a height worth climbing.

Having climbed a few peaks here and there, Yasuko eventually wanted to try her hand at one of the big ones. She chose Kilimanjaro to be her first great step into the world of mountain climbing. Unfortunately, no matter how talented or well prepared a climber may be, they can never be completely safe from freak accidents. Half way through the climb, Yasuko slipped up, and ended up falling to her death.

Gift: -

Quirks and Perks:
-Enhanced Strength (Arms)
-Enhanced Strength (Legs)
-Enhanced Stamina (Long term athletics)
-Acclimitization (High-Altitudes)

Equipment: -

Name: Eito Takahashi
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: pure blooded human

Personality:

Eito seems like a nice guy. He's to be able to 'fit in' with practically everybody he bothers to hang out with, and most people might describe him as compassionate, caring, and empathetic.

That, however, is not the case at all.

Eito is not compassionate, and is only 'empathetic' in the sense that he can understand how people are feeling and what they want.

At his core, Eito is a person prone to bouts of envy and extreme bitterness. He is a perfectionist that constantly tries to find something else to blame for his shortcomings, and constantly compares himself to other people; even should this aforementioned 'something else' represent something completely insane and outlandish.

He is known, for example, to rationalize his failures (because it can't be his fault) by seeing the world as almost a... narrative of sorts. Believing that some people are 'favored', chosen by reality itself to prosper, and that less important 'side characters', like him, are cast aside to rot on the sidelines no matter how hard they work and how much of their time they invest into their lives.

He truly thinks that someone, 'the author' of this narrative, is behind every person he meets, every interaction he participates in, every development that occurs in his personality, and that it's this 'authors' fault he's not getting the glory, attention, and talent he deserves.

Background:

Eito Takahashi was born a single child in a very rich, very prosperous family in Japan.

Naturally, as the sole heir to inherit the family company, they wanted him to be the best, they wanted him to be infallible.

Hundreds of Thousands of dollars were thus spent to ensure his growth, from his height to his body type, to be perfect; and millions more were invested into only the most highly regarded of instructors - from politicians, to university professors - to groom him into the most accurate depiction of 'perfection' this world has ever seen.

And it worked amazingly.

Eito let not a single penny go to waste.

'A prodigy' they would soon begin to call him; a machine, an intricate set of clockwork.
He could seemingly perfectly deliver and stay perfectly consistent with anything he tried his hand at. Anything he couldn't do on the first try he would learn within minutes, and anything he couldn't grasp within minutes he would master in a few short days.

Even socially; he could talk, have fun, and 'fit in' with nearly any group he bothered to interact with.
His words were like honey, and with a mere articulation of his visage and a little body language, he could to convince even the most un-trusting of individuals to spill their deepest, darkest secrets.

.

Those were his golden years.

Back then, everybody would respect and some would even fear him for his intellect and social ability; he was a dark horse, a force of nature, untouchable, infallible, and unrivaled...

...

... But then he met her.

Alex was her name.

Full name Alexandria Houston.

An immigrant from the UK.

She had golden hair; a slim, almost fragile figure; and a cheap pair of glasses.

She was nice enough, he could see that she genuine person, he didn't have to be socially inclined to tell that she was hopelessly naive one too.

He remembered her well.

... But that wasn't what mattered.

No.

What mattered was where he was a prodigy, she was an honest to god genius.

She learned to read and write Japanese fluently within a month; and had apparently - even with a limited understanding of the language and a completely average childhood- achieved more academically than Eito had his whole life in a single. Year.

A single. Goddamn. Year.

Even with all of the resources invested into his being, the countless hours he spent in his childhood to be groomed into perfection, this woman, Alex, a young girl with a completely mundane upbringing, completely blew him out the water.

He had wealth, upbringing, a vastly superior studying habit, yet he was somehow, he was still... inferior to her.

Eito could not make sense of her.

It was like someone had written her that way, it was like she was a goddamn literary device. It felt like the universe itself was flipping him off.

And Eito hated that.

He hated Alex with all his heart, he despised her with every fibre of his being. He wanted to not only surpass her, but to break her, to ruin her life, he wanted her to hate him as he hated her...

...

Yet.. even so, beneath all that hate and bitterness, there was something strange developing.

It was not love, lord no, but a strange rendition of infatuation, a twisted iteration of respect.

Little did Eito know, Alex had become a bigger part of his life than he had initially thought.

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Janurary 5th, 2015 was the date of Eito's death.

He walked to university as he always did, by Alex' side. luckily, in spite of her genius, Eito was still more inclined socially than Alex was; he had convinced her long ago that he was her 'friend'.
They talked as they always did, Alex discussing her research projects, and Eito nodding along with a 'genuine' smile on his face.

It was then, as they crossed the road, however, that an opportunity presented itself, unveiled itself.

He could see it coming from a mile away, he hadn't actually been paying any attention to the conversation, he could avoid it easily.

Alex? Alex could not.

She was yelling passionately at him, describing the implications of her newest invention, too absorbed in her work to notice even the van headed her way.

It was then that Eito felt power like no other. He was judge, jury, and executioner.

At this very moment, all his problems could be solved; he could make Alex disappear, make her perish, on a whim.
Despite her seemingly impossible talent, no amount of genius would save her from a 6 ton box of steel, rubber, and explosion hitting her 70 miles per hour. She would die in an instant; her rib cage would cave in, her cranium would shatter, and her spinal cord would snap in 3 different places.

All he had to do was stand still.

All he had to do was not say anything...

...

Except, somehow, he couldn't.

Even as a grin worked up his face at the very thought of Alex dying, even as his mind screamed for him to stop, even as it cursed him for his foolishness, his body moved on its own and pushed Alex out of the way...

Eito could only express his fury in the form of an expression of pure, undadulterated rage for a fraction second before the vehicle hit him.

...

BOOM

...

The van was merciless.

It slammed into his body, rupturing all his organs, sending a shock into his system like no other. His head snapped to the side, eviscerating all the vertebrae in his neck, and his legs bent the wrong way, the bones in his knees powderized. He couldn't even feel any of his body breaking, the van had impacted with him head first, turning it into an unrecognizable smear in a fraction of a second.

He was sent flying back, his body tumbling a good 6 meters before hitting a lamppost, denting it and forcing him into the ground, where he lay, dead.

Gift:

- Something pertaining to parasitism or swarms ('super-organisms').

Quirks and Perks:

- ACTING: As indicated by his personality and his backstory, Eito is a damn good actor. He can articulate his face to form almost completely genuine facial expressions, control his body-language to an extreme degree, take on a whole plethora of accents, and can seemingly switch personalities on a whim. One second he's a plucky teenager rife with altruism, the next he's a drug addict desperate for his next hit.

- ETIQUETTE: Eito's family was rich, he's spent his whole life interacting with rich people.

- 'EMPATHY': Eito can easily tell what a person wants to hear, and how they're feeling.

- CHARISMA: A combination of Eito's acting skills and his empathy makes him a charismatic man. A very, very charismatic man.

Equipment:

Name: Amano Keiji

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Oni

Personality:
Impulsive, hedonistic, and aggressive, Keiji is about what you’d expect of an Oni. While occasionally a nice enough guy, and even pretty friendly to anyone who doesn’t piss him off, he’s the kind of person who will gladly rush headfirst into a bloodbath and start throwing punches, grinning and laughing like an idiot all the while. However, he does occasionally show an odd level of maturity and discipline, usually when it comes to certain Shinto traditions, or just when he decides he likes someone enough to help them.

Another notable area of his personality is his attention span, which is rarely any longer than about a minute. Unless he finds whatever he’s doing particularly interesting, he is unlikely to care enough to actually learn it, which is probably the main contributing factor to his academic failures.

Background:
Keiji, much to the regret of his relatively well-adjusted parents, has always been an unusually aggressive person, even as a young child. Yeah, he could be friendly, but somehow even that seemed kind of angry. In an attempt to give him a possible outlet for his energetic impulsive nature and love of fighting, they decided to let him take karate classes. Maybe, they thought, he’d be able to enter tournaments and vent his aggressive tendencies there. Unfortunately, if perhaps predictably, this flew right back in their faces, and while he did learn the martial arts style significantly faster than he’d ever learnt anything else before, it was only a matter of time before it got mixed into his usual brawls, landing him in even more trouble and laying the ground works for a terrible new hobby. Of course, his parents quickly realised their mistake and removed him from the class, but by that point it was too late. He’d realised martial arts was something he was actually interested in, and from that day on he decided to put in the effort to learn it. Thanks to a keen attention to detail, Kei was able to figure out certain moves by watching them, eventually incorporating his own bastardised versions into the frankenstinian mishmash of styles he was slowly putting together. However, despite everything, he managed to avoid screwing up too badly all the way through middle school.

And then he started high school.

For reasons that, being honest, he only kind of cared about, the high school he went to had a far lower tolerance for his actions. The fact that he continually showed just how little regard he had for his performance at the school didn’t help, and before he knew it, he had been expelled. They tried another school, and he lasted about a month there too. And then it happened again. And again. And again. After about a year of drifting between schools, he and his parents finally gave up. Not long afterwards, his frustrated parents realised that things were going nowhere, and kicked him out of the house. He didn’t resent his parents nearly as much as he expected to. He wasn’t really the kind of person who felt guilty very often, but even he had to feel a little bad for everything he put them through, leaving without much of a fuss.

For about a month, he traveled across japan, looking for somewhere he could settle down and try to make something of himself. Interestingly, it turned out that this would be in the last place he expected. One evening, Kei found himself exhausted and lost in the mountains, and upon realising how low the sun was getting, began to get nervous. Just as the sun began to fall behind the mountains around him, he came across a large Shinto shrine. In his exhaustion, he didn’t bother to check whether it was inhabited or not, and managed to force his way inside so he could sleep safely. The next morning, he woke up to a little girl kicking him in the spine. Now, Kei might’ve been a fairly aggressive person, but hitting kids was something he generally found pretty repulsive. By the fourth kick though, he was beginning to wonder if he should make an exception just this once. Thankfully, however, the shrines elderly priest arrived on the scene before he could dwell on the thought long enough to actually go through with it.

The priest, who introduced himself as Hiroshige Daiji and the girl as his granddaughter, Airi, explained that though not abandoned, the shrine was still fairly isolated. The closest town was a good few hours away by bus, and they usually didn’t make the journey unless they were running low on food or other necessities. Having next to no money left since he started his journey, Kei begrudgingly decided to ask the man if he could stay at the shrine for a couple of days, just so he could gather his thoughts and prepare for the next leg of his journey. However, Daiji made the offer before he could even ask, having read his expression well enough to make the assumption.

Over the next few days, Kei looked at the old map Daiji had given him, trying to figure out the quickest way to get to a proper city. However, as he planned, he began to feel a little guilty for leeching off the two without giving them anything in return. For this reason, the day before he would leave, he offered to help the two out with whatever they needed, be it shrine duties or just house work, and although Airi seemed to have decided he was bad news, Daiji gladly accepted the offer. Over the course of the day, he taught Kei as much as he could about life at the shrine and his duties as it’s priest and caretaker, and despite what he’d been expecting, Kei found himself getting kind of interesting. As the day reached its end, he thought to himself that the old priest had done so much for him, and he should probably stay to help the next day as well just so he wouldn’t feel too guilty. He made the same decision the next day. And then the day after that. And then the next day too.

It was on the evening of the fifth day that Daiji asked if Kei just wanted to stay indefinitely, and funnily enough, it was only then that he realised he did. That all of his justifications about staying and helping to repay his debt had just been excuses. With all this in mind, he accepted, having finally found something other than fighting that kept him interested enough to actually commit to.

Over the next six years, Daiji and Airi became almost like a second family to Kei. Daiji, who essentially became a new grandfather to him, proved to be surprisingly skilled at Kei’s two main hobbies of martial arts and drinking ridiculous amounts of alcohol, and regularly took part in the tasks as both an excellent sparring partner and drinking buddy during their free time. Alongside this, he continued to teach Kei everything he could, both about Shinto as a whole and just general life skills like cooking and cleaning. He did try to involve him in the homeschooling he did for Airi, but he quickly realised that was a dead end after the sixth time Kei fell asleep during their lessons. Still, he picked up on the shrine duties with surprising ease, quickly becoming a talented assistant to the aging priest. He even managed to get past Airi’s initial hatred of him, the pair eventually becoming as close as any real siblings. This mostly started due to her growing interest in his bastardised karate, which could hardly even be considered karate at this point, when she saw him practising in the courtyard in front of the shrine itself. Eventually, this led to her asking him to teach her, which quickly became the basis of their bond. Everything was going well, and Daiji was beginning to entertain the thought of sending Kei to take the exam required to become a real Shinto priest, maybe even seeing if he’d want to take over as priest of the shrine once he was too old to continue.

However, that all changed one autumn afternoon, while Kei and Airi were taking a walk through the forest.
Airi had wanted to show him some new weird looking tree she’d found recently, as her exploring took her ever further from the shrine. Kei, having learned long ago how unwise it was to let the twelve year old get bored, agreed, and set off with her on what he’d soon realise was their longest trek yet. He was even beginning to get flashbacks to the month he spent walking across the country for a few moments, before he saw something a couple of hundred metres ahead of them that made him freeze. Airi, who was still too short to see over the shrubbery blocking their path, didn’t notice anything was wrong until he grabbed her shoulder and she noticed his expression.

A bear. A huge bear. He’d heard they could get big, but holy shit, this was a bit overboard, right? All these thoughts were going through his head at once, until he was finally hit by one that was actually somewhat helpful.

He needed to get Airi out of there.

Keeping his hand on her shoulder, he turned and led the girl back the way they had come. Already slightly shaken from the fear she saw in his face, Airi didn’t argue, they began to make their way back to the shrine as stealthily as they could. However, apparently fate really wanted that bear to mess them up, because just as he began to think they might make it out of there in one piece, the wind changed direction, blowing their scent directly towards the bear. Although Kei didn’t notice this fact specifically, he did notice the bears roar, quickly followed by the sounds of heavy footfalls and smashing foliage that became rapidly louder. Realising that stealth wasn’t going to work anymore, the pair started to run. However, the rough, uneven terrain meant that his was no easy feat, and Kei realised that it would only be a matter of time before they were caught.

And if he’d learned anything from eleven years of dealing with random thugs and idiots, it was that most tended to go for the weaker targets whenever possible. With that thought in mind, there really wasn’t any other course of action available, was there?

And so he turned back and charged towards the bear, screaming at Airi not to stop until she made it back to the shrine. The bear reared up on its back legs for a moment, surprised at the prey that had randomly decided to change its tactics. Kei took advantage of this, landing a heavy kick on the bears leg. This did very little, of course, but the pain was apparently enough to keep its attention on him and off Airi. It responded by swinging a massive paw at him, which he barely managed to duck under before moving around to it’s back and jumping on, desperately clinging to the creatures fur as it bucked to try and shake him off. Thankfully, Kei was strong enough to keep his grip, and even managed to avoid the trees and rocks it began trying to crush him against. This continued for far longer than he should have been able to keep up, but he knew it had to end eventually, and the chances of him walking away when it did weren’t exactly high…

Finally, after about ten minutes of struggling, the inevitable happened. The bear, in the process of trying to shake him off, had run to an even steeper area of the mountains than where they’d started, and in its frenzy, it reared on to it’s hind legs, preparing to try and crush Kei once and for all by falling on him. However, this tactic failed, as the rocks it stood on gave away beneath its weight, sending both man and beast tumbling down the mountain. By the time they reached the bottom, Kei decided with certainty that neither he nor the bear would be making it through this. Twisted, backwards limbs and horrific wounds covered both their bodies, and he couldn’t even feel his legs anymore. Considering the way the bone stuck out of the left one though, that was probably a good thing…

As blackness began to fill his vision, Amano Keiji thought about his family, both the old and the new. Ah, his parents had been planning to come and visit him too. It would be the first time they’d see each other since he left… And then Airi was about to start attending the middle school in town. He’d planned to scare off all the boys who approached her and everything! And then there was Daiji… He knew the old man was planning to see if he would take over the shrine when he couldn’t do it anymore. Now he’d probably have to try to convince Airi to do it, even though they’d both been pretty sure she didn’t want to… More importantly though, Kei just felt bad about leaving the man to drink alone again…

Man, this really sucked…

But… on the bright side… it had been a pretty badass fight…

Gift:
Ability – Probably something like Ki? Something that can make punching and kicking viable against swords and axes without being limited to throwing his newly dismembered limbs at enemies.

Quirks and Perks:
Keen Senses: Sight
Kei has very good observational skills, allowing him to pick up on small details without too much extra effort. This lets him follow the flow of combat quite easily, predicting an opponent’s actions by observing the small movements or changes in their stance.

Uncanny Muscle Memory
Kei, despite usually being quite adverse to learning, has an uncanny ability to remember how to move his body almost exactly the way he is first taught. This is the main reason he is so good at learning new fighting styles, as even though his mind may have trouble remembering, his body never will.

Alcoholic Enhancement
There was a time during Kei’s original life where alcohol was a near constant presence, especially during his year of highschool and subsequent month of wandering Japan. Despite some initial incoordination, he still continued to develop his fighting style, eventually getting used to fighting while drunk to the point where he might actually be better while under the influence! Whether this is due to the unpredictable ‘drunken boxing’ aspect or the relative lack of pain that comes from heavy inebriation however, he can’t really say.

Enhanced Agility
As anyone who fights often would tell you, it’s better to avoid an attack all together than to try and deflect it. Kei is no different, and has made great efforts to train himself to do it on reflex, along with counter attacking immediately afterwards.

Shinto/Yokai knowledge
While it may not come up very often, the six years Kei spent under Daiji’s tutelage have left him with quite a bit or knowledge related to the Shinto faith and other aspects of Japanese mythology. One thing that Kei found particularly interesting was the subject of Yokai, and he found learning about each specific yokai’s intricacies way more interesting that anything he’d ever had to learn during his school years.

Equipment:
Nothing right now.

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Name: Hagiwara Miyako
Age: 19
Gender: Female.
Race: Beastkin (Rabbit)

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Personality:
Miyako is a bubbly young woman, who tackles problems in the only way she knows; directly. She's by no means dumb, but her excitable nature often leads her to make reckless decisions and careless mistakes, only when adrenaline is racing through her veins she gets truly focused. Worse yet is that she's absolutely incorrigible. She is aware that she often causes others to worry, yet no matter how much others berate her for it, she wouldn't give up her antics for anything... Well there may be something, but if there is she hasn't found it yet.

Being ever-cheerful as she is, even as she's about to do some downright crazy things, Miyako has often served as a source of inspiration for those around her. Admittedly, she's occasionally crashed and burned immediately after declaring she'd pull of something crazy, so those who know her for extended periods of time often come to the conclusion that she's foolish, rather than inspiring. Despite the inevitable failures, Miyako actually quite often succeeded at whatever crazy stunt she'd said she'd pull, and she'd have felt more alive than ever while she did it.

There are times however, that even Miyako knows she can't or shouldn't do certain things, and though her parents were quite tolerant of her shenanigans, they still had expectations she needed to meet. As such, through repetition, arguments and many hours spent grounded, Miyako learned this the hard way.

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Background:
Miyako was born in Kyoto, in a shrine by the countryside. Naturally, she wasn't aware back when it happened, but according to her mother, the woman who maintained the shrine was also a maternity nurse and a friend of the family. Miyako was a small baby all things considered, but she was a healthy one, and she was born without any complications. Similarly, her early childhood was also without complications. She was taught how to walk and talk, went to kindergarten, made some friends and more often than not she came home with leaves in her hair and mud on her hands. Sometimes, she'd also have a bruise or a scrape from tying to run to fast and tripping. Elementary school too was much of the same, playing, learning and getting into trouble with her friends.

It was in high school that Miyako found something to channel her excess energy into; the track club. The competitive and physically intensive nature of the sport made it a great environment for her. As a result of her newfound interest, Miyako spent even less time on homework, causing her grades to plummet. It only took her to bomb a few tests for her parents to step in. Through semi-peaceful negotiations with her parents, being grounded and receiving a lot of help from her friends, Miyako managed to pull her grades back up and graduate high school with acceptable grades.

After graduation, Miyako enrolled at a small university on the outskirts of Osaka. Luckily, one of her friends also enrolled here, so she wasn't entirely on her own in terms of studying. Another development occured on the track front as well. The track club at the university offered a supplement that her high school hadn't offered; pole vaulting. While retaining everything she liked about track, it had the added bonus of sending a rush of adrenaline through her vein with every jump, causing her to quickly be smitten with the sport. While her life after that continued similarly to how it had in high school, being a mix of studying, training and making trouble, she was actually beginning to calm down as she grew more mature. She was still highly energetic, but with even more time going into sport and studies, she started doing fewer crazy stunts.

Eventually, during her second year in university, Miyako was caught by a cruel stroke of irony, an accident that would end her life prematurely. She lost her life not while trying to do something crazy, like her parents had told her would one day be the death of her, but due to a faulty piece of equipment. Nearing the end of a day of practice, Miyako made what would become her last jump, as her vaulting pole snapped clean in half underneath the repeated strain.

It wasn't gravity that killed her, though. The fall itself had merely left her dazed, with a concussion and some broken bones at worst. While unaware of it herself at first, Miyako had been impaled on the broken pole. After the fall, she struggled to her feet, only to be thwarted by a sharp pain in her gut and a sudden dizziness. Looking down at the source of the pain, Miyako saw a sight she didn't quite comprehend in her dazed state; her white shirt was covered in a red stain, just like the ground underneath her, and her vaulting pole seemed to stand on its own... A few moments passed and the red stains only seemed to slowly grow, until the realization hit her, and she threw up.

After that came panic. Her senses once more grew aware of the commotion around her, the noise was overwhelming, people shouting, some running, quick hushed words of panicked students mixed with words of others, trying to comfort these panicked students, unable to do anything else. Then, one voice pierced the din, they were speaking to her, but Miyako couldn't comprehend. Her heart was racing, beating so hard it nearly burst out of her chest, and no matter how she tried to focus on the voice, she just couldn't figure out what they were saying or even who it belonged to. She felt someone touch her and another sting of pain came. She wanted to scream, but her voice was stuck in her throat, she expected to be hit with another wave of dizziness, but was instead caught by a sudden blackness, and an almost comforting silence.

Miyako never woke up after that. Despite her teacher's best attempts to stabilize her until the paramedics arrived, despite the ambulence driver's haste and despite the doctors' best efforts, Miyako died that day. Even if she hadn't died of bloodloss, she would've died as a result of shock. Miyako was cremated within the week, and a ceremony followed two weeks after the event.

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Gifts:

• The Stairway to Heaven
  You can jump off from any surface, be it tangible or intangible. However, this only allows momentary contact.
• Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog
  You can summon a demon beast, but its just a rabbit. It's intelligent and can understand human/demi-human and beast
  languages. You can freely communicate with it.
• The holy sword Excarrotbur
  The ability to create carrots. They'll appear grasped in your hand and will have standard features in terms of taste and size.

Quirks and Perks:

• Enhanced Strength (Legs)
• Enhanced Speed (Reaction)
• Dexterity (Precision)
• Keen Hearing
• Limber

Equipment:

• Nothing.

(Poverty strikes again!)

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