Name: Shin Kawaguchi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shin stands at five foot six.
Personality: Shin Kawaguchi is a relaxed person who is just fine enjoying life. He is an openly friendly person who enjoys meeting new people and sharing his love of music. Despite the fighting structure built into the school, he does not enjoy fighting others but sees it as a necessary thing to do for his club for them to enjoy some basic luxury during their school life. Even with his easy going style Shin can take stuff seriously depending on how it can effect him.
Backstory: Shin Kawaguchi came from an average family who are all basic musicians in their own right. He entered Shiroyama during the old combat system before the Student president took over and refers to them now as the good old days. He joined the music club shortly after his arrival at the school and took over as president of the club during his second year when his upperclassmen graduated from the school. After he attained the role of president of the club, people continued challenging him thinking they could try and take the club room under the new student council system. Shin has now gained a reputation as the defender of the music club and has even defeated lower ranked clubs by himself if required.
Inherent Engine Skill: All Seeing Eye- Shin has an ability to use sound waves as a form of radar to detect objects in a three hundred and sixty degree direction. He has an issue focusing on the power when there is to much information to take in, causing him a painful headache.
Active Engine Device: Ongaku no oto - The headphones the Shin wears around his neck act like normal headphones when flipped the proper way, but when the speaker heads are flipped around they can act like speakers allowing him to control the sound waves created by them. He can create multiple concussive blasts of air pressure that can knock his opponents around and can even create a limited defensive barrier to deflect attacks. The sound that comes from the headphones can also cause headaches to those that hear the sound as it fills the air with sound waves. This noise is uncontrollable and can even effect the user of the weapon.
Skills: Shin is skilled with playing guitar and piano.
Rank: 32th
Club: Shin is president of the music club for people who display talent in playing instruments and want to show an appreciation for music.

Name: Ichiro Fujita
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: "I'm gonna give this my best shot" Ichiro is a little short for his age at 5’ 3”.

Personality: A typically hot-headed individual, Ichiro is as straight forward as they come. He is the type of person who feels strongly about things he cares about to the point of ignoring everything else, someone who puts a lot of effort into everything he does, celebrates every win like it was his first and laments every loss like it was final. He is stubborn and strong willed, but also overly serious and dramatic.

He’s not the smartest person around and can be a little gullible or naïve; his tendency to be overly-trusting would be the main issue around this, particularly in a school like this where everyone seems to be looking for ways to climb higher. He’s not built for political games, certainly, but Ichiro does find it easy to make friends as a result however, as anyone who can put up with his energy will find him easy to get along with.

Backstory: Up until recently Ichiro never took part in the battles around school, keeping his rank low as he instead kept himself to himself and focused on his activities on the school’s baseball team; he didn’t even own an AE device. Ichiro only enrolled at Shiroyama because it was the closest school to his house and because his grades weren’t good enough to earn him a place at the school he wanted to attend. Even if it was a battle school, he had no interest in fighting and wanted to focus on his sports and his grades… mostly the sports.

However, the unfortunate reality is that at a school like Shiroyama unless you are good at battling it is hard to become good at anything else; the benefits granted to high ranking students and clubs are something that everyone wants and low rankers like Ichiro are an easy target even if they aren’t worth many points. But that’s not all it means…

The baseball team is, simply put, not one of the stronger factions within Shiroyama, in fact they are one of the weaker teams or clubs. This means that they are both severely lacking in funding and also a prime target for other clubs to challenge them to club battles and earn a huge amount of points, both of which hindered the team’s ability to actually play the sport they were supposed to be playing.

To remedy this, the team pooled their money and bought an Active Engine Device that they hoped would be strong enough to turn their fortunes around, however they made a small miscalculation in doing so. Although powerful, none of the baseball team members were skilled enough to make good use of it and it was only Ichiro and his Trajectory skill that could bring out the weapons full potential. So now he finds himself in the unenviable position of needing to become the baseball team’s ace in a way that has nothing to do with playing baseball, instead becoming their rising star within the schools ranking system to earn them both points for resources and prestige within the school hierarchy itself.

Inherent Engine Skill: Trajectory – Ichiro is able to instinctively understand and predict the trajectory of objects in flight or about to be thrown, reading their angle, velocity and so on to accurately chart the path they will take. This skill is invaluable to a baseball player like himself as it allows him to know where a ball will go before it leaves a pitchers hand or makes contact with a bat and even lets him know exactly what way to throw or hit the ball himself to send it where he wants it to go.

Active Engine Device: Slugger – A simple baseball bat, albeit one comprised of a gleaming red metal with an ominous feel to it; the handle is wrapped in black leather to allow for a more solid grip. Aside from being a serviceable bludgeoning weapon, the Slugger is also capable of producing a variety of baseball-sized objects which display a number of effects when ‘activated’; activated in this case meaning being struck by the Slugger. The types of projectile as well as all variables the projectiles have are set at the moment of creation through mental command from the wielder;
- Fast Ball: A projectile which, when ricocheting off of a solid surface, will increase in speed by about 20% rather than lose momentum. Dangerous in enclosed spaces where it will quickly gain speed and generally will not stop until something stops it or it hits something soft that prevents it from bouncing further.
- Switch-Hitter: A projectile which, at a set distance from the initial hit, will suddenly double in speed as well as change direction; although Switch-Hitter’s that simply double in speed and continue to fly straight are also possible. Both the moment that the projectile changes direction and the direction it changes to are set at the moment of creation.
- Splitter: A projectile which, at a set distance from the initial hit, will duplicate itself and become two projectiles; the two projectiles will split and begin to move at an angle roughly 45 degrees to the right and left of the original projectiles path, creating the image of a ball splitting perfectly in half mid-flight. Each newly created projectile will be the same size as the original but also half the mass, therefore inflicting less damage individually. The point at which the split occurs is set at the moment of creation.
- Chopper: A projectile which explodes after a set number of collisions; this can either mean projectiles that simply explode upon striking the first object it meets or a projectile that will bounce a specific number of times before exploding. The explosions are concussive in nature, producing no shrapnel or heat and instead simply producing a shockwave with enough force to knock someone down or away from the blast while also causing damage. The number of bounces before the projectile explodes is set at the moment of creation.
- Clean Hit: A projectile that exhibits no strange behaviour at all aside that strikes with more force than a single Splitter, though less than an accelerated Fast Ball or a double speed Switch-Hitter. A perfectly normal projectile, though this fact itself is sometimes enough to fake out an opponent.

Skills: As a starting member of the school’s baseball team Ichiro is a fairly athletic individual; he is stronger and faster than you’d expect from someone of his size and his endurance isn’t bad either. He is, however, a fairly terrible student in most areas aside from certain areas of mathematics and physics; it is suspected that his IES may be feeding him answers to questions somehow, but no one has been able to confirm this.
Rank: 7
Club: Baseball

• Name: Yume Fukano
• Age: 15
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: "We ride for glory...just as soon as I find a horse."
• Personality:
  Eager beaver would be a good way to describe Yume. The girl is the sort of person that leap in head first into anything she does and give it 200% right from the get go. Of course there is such a thing as being too eager, and she has a nasty habit of tilting at windmills because she only bothers getting the surface level of a story before leaping in.
  
  This often happens because of her strong sense of justice. She can not abide any perceived villainy or evil-doers to go unchallenged within her sight, as to do so would go against her chivalric ideals. These ideals also include fighting fair, defending her honor against insults and vile slander, and loving properly only from afar. The girl is a romantic to the core of her being. It doesn't help that she truly loves fighting against people that are stronger than her in order to sharpen her skills.
• Backstory:
  Yume was set to go down the path of your typical Japanese school life until, one fateful day in grade school, he parents took her to a historical exhibition on medieval European knights. The young girl was instantly enthralled with the vision of knights in shining armor, brave colorful heroes jousting and fighting for their king and chosen lady. She fell in to the fantasy of it, burying herself in the legends of chivalric romance.
  
  It soon started becoming a problem. Yume got in trouble at school for fighting other kids, both real and perceived bullies. The problems only got worse as the girl got older. She would go out on "patrol," or spend hours in the back of her parents junk shop taking unused scrap and transforming into "arms and armor."
  
  Eventually, hoping that she could at least get a good education out of it and fearing that she would eventually pick a fight with a Yakuza if she didn't have an outlet to play out her fantasies, her parents enrolled her in one of the countries battle schools.
• Inherent Engine Skill: Knight of the Sun - Yume's strength is tied to the sun. As the sun rises higher and higher in the sky she gets stronger, faster, more durable, and the quality of the power supplied by her mana core increases. This continues until she peaks at noon, after which her strength begin to wane until the sun goes completely down. At night, she's only as strong as a normal Japanese school girl.
• Active Engine Device: The Dame of La Mancha - Just something from the back of her parents junk shop, a long pole that she figures must have been part of a larger AE Device at some point. When energy is poured into it from Yume's core a spinning spiral of dark blue energy wraps around it from the tip and comes halfway down the shaft, forming a makeshift lance.
  
  
  • Cero Miedo: By pouring more power into the lance and essentially overcharging it the energy can be made to spin faster and faster, to the point where the force of it will actually begin pulling Yume forward in whatever direction she points The Dame.
• Skills: As she makes all her own armor she's actually a respectable metalworker and knows a thing or two about dismantling both normal junk and AE Devices in order to get the most out of them. She also knows how to ride a horse, at least in theory. She has read a bunch of books and watched a ton of YouTube videos about it, but has never been able to put what she learned into practice on the real thing.
• Rank: 15
• Club:

None. Has been trying to get a jousting club off the ground, but has not been able to gather the battle points necessary to get the horses she needs.

Name: Mimir Kamiya

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: "Oh really? Is that a fact?" Despite his father being American, genetics did not bless him with increased height, and in fact he just about reaches average at 5'5". He did, oddly enough, inherent very pale skin - paler than that of both his mother and father. His hair reaches to his lower-back, and is white.

Personality: Mimir is what one could call 'multi-faceted'. Due to his somewhat carefree nature, he can embrace multiple aspects of the "social spectrum", if you will. He can be outgoing, reserved, even timid on occasion.
He generally observes a very social stance, often conversing even with those he does not know at all. He enjoys jokes, pranks even, and conversation about things he considers enjoyable - like battling, or macaroni art. When it is time to get serious though, he gets serious. When being briefed on important assignments - or especially when a battle is afoot - his tone will change to become much more attentive, even going so far as to (sometimes rudely) hush those he was just talking to. This isn't to say he normally isn't diligent - one can usually see a hint of perceptiveness in his eyes that is unbecoming of his usual behavior.
It should also be said that Mimir would call himself a gentleman, of sorts. He is often chivalric to a fault, disregarding his pranks, of course. However, despite his general behavior towards others, he becomes a sort of babbling fool when he engages in direct conversation with a girl he finds especially attractive.
Notably, it's very rare to see Mimir display true fear or anger.

Backstory: Being that his father is American, Mimir could be considered a sight to behold. Pale skin, pale hair, and gleaming blue eyes means he is quite popular in Japan - which, obviously, is where he and his parents live now. His father used to be a CEO for a small food company in America, but over the years the business grew in popularity and began to branch out to other nations - notably, Japan. About three years before Mimir was born, his father moved to Japan. There he met a woman, Asumi Kamiya - of whom he adopted her last name. After a couple of very happy years, they wed, and had their first (and so far, only) child. He grew up as any normal child would in Japan, plus all the attention that comes from his appearance, and eventually grew old enough to attend Shiroyama High School - which his mother recommended, as she had attended herself. Mimir ascended ranks in his early years well, or better than you would expect a newcomer to. It seemed he was quite a natural at battling. Now in his third year, he's not an unknown face to the masses of students - both due to his Western heritage, as well as his respectable ability as a battler.

Inherent Engine Skill: Taijū-kei no henkō - Mimir's Inherent Engine Ability allows him to alter the balance, or by extent weight, of him and his environment via continuous physical contact. He is seemingly always able to retain balance, regardless of the circumstance - even if confronted with a force much greater than what he could emit. Notable uses being; He can shift weight through one being and into another, enabling him to perform seemingly impossible feats; He can increase or decrease the weight of his body to maneuver better or hit harder; He can increase or decrease the weight of an opponent, having a similar effect but in reverse; etc.
So far no weight limit has been found for this ability, but Mimir has never tried anything substantially heavy, such as shifting a ton or even half a ton. However, a limit of volume has been discovered - he has great trouble shifting weight through anything larger than a van. Additionally, moving weight through something that isn't solid is not an option, and it is extremely difficult to do so through grainy surfaces like sand. Importantly, objects manipulated do not break even if they're are too heavy for their stature - meaning he cannot kill people by increasing the weight of their heart, etc.

Active Engine Device: Tsuba no hiroi yūjin - Mimir's hat is one of few weapons he would ever use in combat. Why? Style points.
Furaingugirochin - The hat is able to extend a slim circular blade around its brim and fly seemingly indefinitely forward - except, it doesn't just fly forward. Mimir can cause the hat to turn on a dime and fly in odd ways with no visual input, all the while it retains the speed and force it was launched with.
Hammerspace - The inner crown of the hat can be drawn from by Mimir to extract a number of objects stored within weighing no more than 50 pounds combined. Additionally, this same hat can absorb an inorganic entity and turn it into pure weigh, up to another 50 pounds, which is also stored inside. Notably, it automatically expels Engine Devices.

Skills: Seeing as both his parents love cooking, especially his mother, Mimir has become especially proficient at it. He also enjoys parkour, and as you could probably guess, he is pretty fantastic at it, since he can't lose his balance. Additionally, even without altering his weight, Mimir is respectably light on his feet. He is also fluent in Japanese and English, but rarely he slips up in English, since it is a little underused. Finally, Mimir is capable of using sword or knife-like weapons with some proficiency, as he attended Kendo club for a time - but he finds it too restrictive and easy.

Rank: 35

Club: None. Previously, Kendo club.

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Name: Sabi Fuko
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: [Portrait coming some day, here's a quick sketch of my idea] Small, pale, and lean, Fuko looks somewhat younger than she actually is, as if she never grew much after middle school. She is often sporting some kind of bandage to cover the most recent wound from tripping, and her clothes are usually somewhat distressed.

Personality: Fuko is looking out for number one. Because of her aura of bad luck, she assumes that people will turn on her the second they learn about its nature. To her, manipulating or using others is a simple matter of opportunity that others would also take if they were in her position. She has a soft spot for family, and could still potentially be friendly to someone if she feels that she could trust them even after they know about her power. She doesn't mind being disliked, but to her the most painful betrayal would be a trusted friend turning on her. She tends to keep her guard up, having been burned by that before. She enjoys messing with people, especially if she thinks that they are too lucky for their own good.

Backstory: Fuko was born to a fairly normal middle class household. Inexplicably, not long after she was born, Fuko's family fell into a spiral of misfortune, nearly falling into poverty. It did not take long before Fuko realized that she was the cause of the bad luck that had befallen her family.

She tried her best to stay away, enrolling in cram schools and extracurricular activities, and keeping herself away from her family indeed saw their fortunes to turn around. However, the others she associated with did not treat her well upon realizing her unfortunate aura. But to her, her family was far more important. Despite causing losses in sports, failed tests, and overall horrible luck in her school activities, she was happy to keep her family away from it.

Yuko enrolled for Shiroyama as a way to live apart from her family, while still keeping them somewhat nearby. With her family's blessing, she lives alone (or in dorms?) but keeps in close touch with them. Their gift for her acceptance was an Active Engine Device that she cherishes above everything else.

Inherent Engine Skill: Misfortune - Fuko exudes an aura of bad luck around her, which always affects her but extends to those nearby her. The effect can be somewhat directed to a target with physical contact like a touch. Within the aura, positive magical effects (magical healing, strength enhancements, etc) are reduced in effectiveness.

Active Engine Device: Consuming Lances - Fuko's device, a pair of black gloves, lets her manifest lances of negative energy. Rather than cutting or piercing, they sap energy from living things (or magical energy) and ignore nonliving things. A wound from them would not spill blood, or damage the body, but instead make them sore and stiff as if the muscles around the wound had been worked without breaks.
Fuko's lances are formed by using her aura of misfortune, and can be summoned and dispelled easily. However, if thrown or extended past a certain range, they will simply disappear.
If Fuko is holding the lance as they sap energy from something, she will be given some of the energy back (this is the only positive ability for Fuko that isn't affected by Misfortune).

Skills: Because of her extensive experience with clubs, she is at least a little knowledgeable in many different hobbies, such as: Cooking, sports, cleaning, sewing, tea ceremonies, etc. However, her middling skill is often hampered by her bad luck.
Rank: 4
Club: Fortune Telling Club (Pending expulsion)

Name: Kasemchai Sinbimuaythai

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: "Decent enough, Farang, for an amateur." Standing somewhere between 5'8 and 5'9, Kasemchai still has room to grow beyond his lean and well-defined 148 pounds and seems to be slowly packing on muscle as well as height. His long silver hair frames his sharp features well, and is usually tied back into a ponytail— he'd always kept it cut in Phuket, but decided to grow it out with the change in locale. Japan is so cold, anyways.

Personality: Hailing from the Land of Smiles, Kasemchai is a young man who seems all but unflappable in every facet of life. He rarely frowns unless in deep thought, and his extensive stadium experience has left him with total sangfroid in the heat of combat. It is a rare day to see the smile, be it a playful grin or a prideful smirk, wiped wholly from his face without a swift return. That same experience has also given him complete confidence in his own skill— Perhaps too much. While none can deny that the boy trains hard to further improve himself to an almost obsessive degree, he all too often holds himself to the standard of predetermined greatness— He knows he’s good, he knows he will be the best sooner rather than later, and he will gladly let you know as well.

Backstory: It is a frightful thing indeed when a distinctly talented individual possesses a total interest and work ethic towards that talent. It is doubly so when that talent is fighting. Kasemchai was one such prodigy from his boyhood onward, first enrolling in Muay Thai training to keep him off the streets of Phuket. He found that despite the austerity of training he had a knack for putting himself on the line, learned skills quickly, found a sense of self-understanding within the endless repetitions and miles of running— It was, in a sense, a second home, where troubles from school could melt away beneath the grind. He would show up every day for this after school activity.

And then at the age of eight, he showed up every day for his job. Coming from a poor household, Kasemchai quickly realized that he could help his parents, both hard workers, by bringing home the extra income that he received as a fighter. If he got to help his family by doing what he now loved, how could he not? Every baht counted, and every fight was one step closer to becoming a legendary figure like Dieselnoi, Saenchai, Samart, or Buakaw, his personal heroes. He didn't just want to do this. He needed to do this.

So he grew. He trained. He threw every fiber of his being into Muay Thai, obsession redoubled. Over the next eight years, he amassed dozens of victories in scores of bouts, both amateur and professional. He took home more and more money as he grew bigger and stronger, beginning to fight not only other boys, but established men as he entered their weight classes. His gym made money, his parents made money, and at the end of the day even he was making money. A humble, hard-nosed life, but one he took immense pride in. It was thanks to his efforts that his father could come home early to teach him how to be a man, that his mother had the time and energy left to assist him in his studies. His trainers instilled him with the discipline to work hard not just in the gym, but outside as well— he never topped his classes, but he always kept in the pack and never let his grades slip. He was on the road to greatness, and he knew it.

Then he graduated Junior High, and was called into the gym to discuss his future. Like many young fighters, he had planned on eschewing high school in favor of true full-time training, now that the mandatory schooling had been accomplished, but his trainer had another idea. In Japan there was a new type of secondary education— "combat schools", they called them. Here he would be tested in a way that the island of Phuket could not provide, serving two purposes. First, it would provide the young man with the access to a totally new environment, with state of the art training, nutrition, and new bodies to train with. All things that would elevate his fighting prowess to new heights. Second, though, and perhaps more importantly: He would be shown just how big the world is. Phuket was an island many likened to Paradise, and home to some of the best Muay Thai training south of Bangkok itself, but the wizened man had spent a long eight years training this boy. He had seen how Kasemchai was increasingly convinced of his own greatness as destiny, how he began to believe his own hype after each win became more and more decisive.

This would be a pilgrimage of the purest kind, in searching for self-mastery not merely in body, but also in soul. He would be humbled in Japan, and from the harsh lessons of a foreign land, he would grow beyond any of their expectations.

Enrolling in Shiroyama Academy as a transfer student, under the ring name that honored the gym he had grown accustomed to, Kasemchai now finds himself adjusting to this fiercely competitive school life as a stranger in a strange land— but if he is here to grow, then grow he shall. May the combat refine his greatness, and may he return with the smile of a victor. Number One here... A perfect starting point on the Road to Lumpinee Stadium.

Inherent Engine Skill: Vajrapani - Wielder of the Thunderbolt: Kasemchai has the ability to project the forces of his own motions or strikes beyond himself, as though their energy is unable to be contained, boundless and free. These often manifest as blasts of wind that carry equivalent force roughly 10 meters out, but they do not seem able to replicate fine detail work: a tap on the shoulder, yes, a strum of a guitar, maybe, but repair of a piece of machinery, no. He cannot project his sight.

Active Engine Device: None. He so far doesn’t believe in them.

Skills: Fifty-three fights deep into the art of Muay Thai, and still training to chase the prestigious Lumpinee Championship title upon his return home. Has all the athletic and technical capacity to match— strong yet nimble, hellaciously fast (especially in kicking), rarely gets tired. He’s a keen and analytical person, used to breaking down habits and tendencies of opponents and in turn training partners. Cooks fairly in general, very well within the realm of Thai cuisine. Functionally fearless. Tough as nails. Picked up Japanese quite well for the most part, and is of course fluent in Thai. Cleans up snappily!

Rank: 11

Club: None officially, but has shown interest in the Boxing Club. He knows of the success that Farang and even his personal Thai heros have had in blending the Sweet Science with The Art of Eight Limbs, after all.

Name:
Igarashi Daichi

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
"Nothin' better than hand signals when you're bein' hunted!"
A sincere attempt at a smile
A true monster of genetics, Daiji stands at 6'2", and generally looks like he's threatening you.

Personality:
Daiji, despite how it may seem, does not particularly enjoy how scary he looks. True, his voice may sound more or less like a growl at all times, his smile tends to give the impression of a young man who plans to steal your soul, and mutual eye contact sends most people into fits of terror but this is in fact due mostly to genetics, along with a little unwanted help from his inherent engine skill in regards to the final example. In reality, Daiji is a rather friendly person, who likes to talk to new people and help them out. It rarely works out of course, but he tries. When he is with people who aren't scared of him, he's the kind of person who rarely stops smiling, and usually enjoys a bit of good natured teasing. Unfortunately, outsiders tend to see this as just straight up bullying thanks to his facial expressions.

He also enjoys playing and spending time with animals, which is ironic, as they hate him. The number of times he's been swarmed by monkeys back in his home town, or more often in the last few days, cats. There have been a few close calls with... larger... animals, but thankfully he has been able to either avoid their notice or escape before they can catch him.

Ironically, when it comes to fighting, Daiji is actually a bit of a coward. While he can fight, and quite well at that, he prefers to avoid pain whenever possible. The way he sees it, either he gets hurt, or he hurts someone else. This is not optimal, as he doesn't like making people upset, but he also doesn't like feeling pain. So, rather than get stuck in this moral dilemma, he tends to avoid and/or run from fights.

Backstory:
Born to farmers in a small, relatively isolated town in the mountains, Daiji spent the majority of his childhood either helping his parents with the farm or running around in the mountains and forests. This made it easy to avoid accidentally affecting people with his eyes, which was a fairly common concern until somewhere around the age of six. Thankfully, the town was small enough that everyone quickly found out about this issue and learnt to avoid eye contact. Even at school, if you could call an old building with just four students a school, no one would meet his gaze out of fear. Daiji accepted this, of course, because why wouldn't he? He didn't want to upset anyone, and there was a roughly 70/30 chance that looking him in the eyes would do just that.

But it hurt.

By the time he was fifteen, he realized he couldn't do it anymore. The near complete lack of eye contact was left him feeling disconnected from everyone else, and despite his attempts to hide his pain, his friends and family had noticed. This was when his mother, Igarashi Mari, came up with a plan. When she was young, she lived in a town named Shiroyama and attended the towns battle school, where she made quite a name for herself due to her ability with the staff. However, the part that she focused on now were the lessons focusing on Inherent Engine Skills. She believed that, if he were to attend the school, he would be able to learn to control his eyes. However, she also knew that he would more likely than not have to fight, and so, despite already having spent some time teaching him how to defend himself, made a plan. From then on, she would teach Daiji how to fight in earnest, and when she thought he was ready, she would help him move to Shiroyama and enroll in Shiroyama High School.

After two long, painful years, Mari finally decided Daiji was talented enough as a fighter that she wouldn't have to worry about him too much, and started making preparations. Before he left, she presented him with her old staff from her own days in the school, Sarufuemaru, the Monkey Flute. With this final gift, Daiji was finally ready to set off and begin this new chapter of his life, and hopefully one day, he'd be able to look her in the eyes with pride, and tell her he had accomplished what he'd set out to do.

Inherent Engine Skill:
Gaze of the Hunter
Daiji's inherent engine skill is another rather unfortunate factor adding to his reputation. Whenever he makes eye contact with a living thing, that person will immediately feel an intense pressure wash over them, as if they were being hunted by some great, inescapable hunter. Around eighty percent of the time, this pressure becomes utter terror, particularly in those with weaker wills. In the other twenty percent, the pressure will instead come out in the form of great anger, which while occasionally a boon in combat, causing the opponent to act recklessly, it usually just makes things even harder for him. It is only those few with extremely powerful wills who can look him in the eyes without being affected.

Sadly, although he knows he can as he has done it before, Daiji doesn't really know how to turn this on or off, which has made life quite difficult for him. Due to this, he generally tries to either cover his eyes or just avoid other peoples gazes, lest he accidentally make another enemy.

Active Engine Device:
Sarufue
Sarufue is a seven foot long staff with holes that line the sides from top to bottom. Despite this, the staff is actually still incredibly sturdy, able to hold out against even the hardest blows as long as it's wielder can as well. However, it is these holes that are the source of the weapons power, catching and collecting wind within it whenever it is swung. The wielder can then release this wind at will, using it to push away opponents and divert attacks. And yes, it can technically be played in a manner similar to a flute, but the size and number of holes generally makes this difficult without help from others.

Skills:
Despite his size, Daiji is actually quite agile thanks to spending his childhood running around the mountains of his hometown, clambering over rocks and up trees, and more than once having to escape from animals that took a dislike to his presence. Along with this, he has been trained in marital arts by his mother, particularly in the use of bo staffs.

Outside of combat, Daiji is quite good at gardening, cooking and sewing, all of which he finds quite enjoyable.

Rank:
Right now, 0. He just got there.

Club:
None at the moment, but he'd be pretty happy to start a gardening or sewing club if there isn't already one, or he doesn't find anything else to interest him.