[OOC] ~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

[Heap241]

I was originally going to do a female character but it seems we have a lot of those already so male it is!

Elliot S. Gordon

Name: Elliot S. Gordon
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10" or 178cm
Weight: 160lbs or 72.6kg
Appearance:
Powers: Fire: He can manipulate flames at his will and also produce them given there is enough oxygen in the air. His skin is always warm to the touch.
Weapons: He carries on full length katana on his back as well as a large 6 cylinder 44mag revolver with two extra barrel loaders on his hip, giving him 18 rounds at any given time.

Katana

Equipment: He carries a bead thats dark red with eyes covering it's surface. At a glance the eyes look painted on but when viewing the object out of the corner of your eye the eyes will search the room, blink or stare right back. With the flick of this object into the air it'll hold steady at the highest point causing time to seemingly slow for any innocent bystanders in the area. An image of one of these eyes will appear in their mind along with a soothing voice whispering words that seem as though spoken in another language and not understood.
Other: Elliot isn't afraid to make a mess though he always gets the job done. He's agile and flexible. He will speak loudly and aggressively if he doesn't agree with something. He's also experienced in the art of Youkai slaying and often makes a game of it.
Sample Post/Introduction: Elliot's foot touched the ground briefly after a dodge from his opponent. His katana was still sheathed and in his right hand was his large stainless steel revolver. The air was wet and the crimson sky glowed againest the youkais glistening back and head. He was tall with lengthy limbs and a short torso. Each arm extended in front of him as he stood posed as a large gorilla would staring at his opponent with dark grey eyes. Elliot tucked into a roll just in time to dodge another of this youkais punch like attacks. The sound of brick crumbling behind him stuck the hairs up at the back of his head. The sultry voice of his bead whispered in the air echoing off the alleys walls.

Elliot stepped back, "Four rounds left." he said to himself under heavy breathes. His face dripped with the rain and his clothes were soaked. No producing fire in this weather, though his skin was still warm. He exhaled quickly, finding his footing then aimed the sights of his revolver at the eyes of the beast. Shot one, miss, the Youkai is a little to far for long ranged accuracy. Shot two, impact received, the Youkai screeched in pain recoiling back as a dark purple goo oozed from his lower torso. Shot three, aiming for the Youkais ducked head, missed the head, hit the shoulder, more screams of pain. Each echo shot cold bolts down Elliots back. The Youkai was furious now.

In a high leap it landing over Elliot, canvassing over him with the large mass of his body then flung him aside in one swift motion. Elliots body crashed into the brick wall on the right knocking his revolver out of his heads. The Youkai stood before sprinting toward him, Elliot jumped to the side in just enough time to feel the body of his enemy touch the tip of his shoe. He landed in a puddle of water, the scratches on his back from the bevels in the bricks burned with touch of the salty mud. Elliot accessed the situation as quickly as he could. The Youkai was between himself and his revolver which was 40 paces away. His hand felt back to the hilt of his katana and drew it from it's sheath. The clean metal glowed red with the reflection of the moonlit red sky.

Elliot ran towards the enemy, sword in hand slashing at his limbs as he ran underneath him. The beast wailed and dropped, slashes of purple goo puddle underneath him. The Youkais head was dropped to the floor as he tried working his way back up to a standing position, pain running through every limb. Elliot sprinted towards his revolver, picking it up in a sweep the arched his sprint running back towards the beast. With only four feet between them the barrel of the gun pointed right between the beasts eyes and the trigger was pulled sending a crack like boom of a ripple down the alley. Purple blood exploded from the surface, covering Elliots clothing and dripping from the tips of his hair. The youkai squirmed behind it's mutilated face, "Say goodnight." Elliot said, lifting his Katana and in a quick chop severed the head of the Youkai from it's body. He grabbed it by the hair and dragged it behind him to turn in his contract, leaving the mess of goo and crumbling brick in his wake. With a whistle, and an outstretched hand, his bead muted it's whispers and returned to his palm where he tucked it into a pocket under his sleeve.
Sorry.. I went over the limit by maybe 500 characters =[.

Let me know what you think!

[Ebonsquire]

Going to post a CS soon!

[Ebonsquire]

Maaz

Name:

Maaz

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Height:

5'8"

Weight:

157

Appearance:



(Tan skin, black sleeveless shirt, black hair, the tattoo is dark red on his arm, and dark red stripes beneath his eyes, akin to war paint), black eyes

Powers:

Enhanced - Maaz exhibits superhuman displays of strength, stamina, and reflexes, making him an excellent pugilist or close-quarters combatant while in the Crimson Sky. However, even with this ability, he's still not capable of combating the elder Youkai that roam the blood-tinged realm, and he's practically put on a cap: unable to become stronger or weaker than he already is. This means that he has to rely more on his wit than anything when encountering an opponent far stronger than him, since it's a given that a simple one-on-one match guarantees his loss.

Fangfather - The wavy tattoos circling around his forearm and bicep do serve a purpose. A skin-embedded enchantment, these markings contain within them an in hand wind spell, ready for quick casting and spurred by his own will. The telltale signs that he's about cast is that the ink on his right arm begins noticeably glowing, and soon after he raises his arm, reels it back, and thrusts forward. The resulting spell is a powerful, wide torrent of wind accompanied by ravaging slashes of highly concentrated air, random in their placement and capable of cutting through wood, damaging stone and scratching metal. While numerous in the amount of gashes the spell can make and widespread in area, the spell requires generous amounts of energy from its caster (Maaz) and thus will take some time before it can be cast again (thirty minutes).

Weapons:

Fists, feet, and Fangfather.

Equipment:

Besides the clothing on his back, he might keep some money in his pocket for when he needs to buy food. He doesn't have any special equipment, besides the armor he's adorned on his left arm (steel gauntlet and pauldron).

Other:

N/A

Sample Post/Introduction:

The silhouette of a masculine figure hopped from rooftop to rooftop of the city's buildings. A 'clunk' resounded each time Maaz landed on the stone with his boots, his breathing heavy. A little more than weary, it would seem that he's come to a stop. Maaz leaned forward and rested his hands onto his knees, head dipped down as he took in more breaths to regain his stamina. After a moment, the man lifted himself up and spun about to look at what might lie behind him. His black eyes only took in the red skies, a few clouds above, and the roofs of buildings that he had used as platforms before. He let out a sigh of relief. The fact that he was tired must've meant that he had been running hard, as if for his life...

Unfortunately, Maaz wouldn't be able to relax for long. The sound of rustling air overhead touched his ears as it became louder and louder. Something was coming from the sky, and it sounded like it would make a hard impact. Maaz frantically swiveled about to prepare for the oncoming threat, which he knew far too well. Suddenly, a humanoid entity crashed onto the same roof twenty yards in front of the tan fighter, crushing the stone roof beneath it and causing massive cracks on the surface. It was squatting down as if to soften its devastating landing.

Assuming a defensive stance and taking a precautionary step back, Maaz prepared himself. The armored Youkai rose up to display its resolute and intimidating stature - eleven feet tall and well-armed. Present on its shield, helmet, and greaves were deep scratches, courtesy of Fangfather. It was this that he was running away from. He had managed to get away unscathed before by dodging most of its attacks and running away, but he honestly didn't expect it to follow him this far out. It would seem that a fight was inevitable. It was one hostile asshole of a Youkai. His worries stemmed most from the fact that its strength was greater and its speed was equal to his. Nothing he had on him would damage this beast, and it was even wearing armor. It's red orbs kept themselves plastered on Maaz the entire time, not emitting a word from its parched mouth. Given its placidity at the current moment and its determination to find him again, Maaz thought it best to make the first move. Didn't seem like it would stop following him, even though he didn't do anything besides being seen by it to gain its ire.

Maaz began to mutter to himself, "Alright, let's see. Face is left unguarded, visor up. Maybe I could try and land a hit there, get some soft flesh to damage. That would -- "

Just then, the Youkai made a move, causing the Chaser to flinch. It brought its sword hand up to its helmet and slid its visor down, its once unguarded visage now being provided with ample metallic protection. Looks like it was getting ready to rumble.

"Right, well, fuck me then."

Maaz took in a deep breath and set himself down in a sprinting form. His leg and arm muscles began to impressively bulge as he composed himself to strike first, feet and fingers digging into the crumbling stone to bolster the steadiness of his launch.

FWOOSH.

In an instant, the Chaser propelled himself forward off the ground and headed straight towards the armored knight at a spectacular velocity, fist reeled back and ready to be thrown. "Come on, come on, come on..." he thought as he closed in, hoping to at least get one hit in. The knight hardly budged from its position rather than dodging, and instead, before Maaz could land a hit, it rose its shield arm and swiped outwards in a horizontal arc. Normally, Maaz might have been able to dodge one of its attacks, but he made the mistake of going airborne and greatly limiting his mobility. Quite a shame.

Maaz let out a harrowing yelp of pain as the metal kite shield bashed into him and sent him flying off the rooftop. "AUGH!"

He landed on the stone walkway on the other side of the street upon his side with a dull thud and tightly clenched teeth. Thankfully, the fall was only four stories... But goddamn if it still didn't hurt like a bitch. Once the pain was duly registered, he leaned over so that he was lying on his back and looking up at the building that he had just flown off of, wondering if he could see whether or not the knight was still pursuing him. However, the towering knight was nowhere to be seen. Odd.

The battle might have been a loss for him, but at least he was able to survive, even if he was left incredibly tired and in significant pain.

"I think I'll just lay here for a while..."

[TheWendil]

@Heap241

He looks fine by me. And I do like his eye beads more than I should.

[Heap241]

@TheWindel Hey thanks! Can't wait! And yes, the eye bead is pretty creepy when I picture it but it seemed perfect.

@EbonsquireHoly freakin' purple lol, literally have to highlight it to read it.

[TheWendil]

@Ebonsquire

Your CS is also good by me. Wait for KoL's opinion.

[Ebonsquire]

@Heap241

turn your brightness up?

I can read everything perfectly fine

[Heap241]

@TheWindel Crap sorry.. Posted it in the CS tab before that..

@Ebonsquire Guess I need to =]

[TheWendil]

@Heap241

That's fine and you can keep it there. Saves the trouble of having to edit it back in; KoL should be on later to give you their opinion.

[Ebonsquire]

@TheWindel

So, should I add Maaz onto the character chart like Heap did, or should I wait for KoL?

[TheWendil]

@Ebonsquire

Wait for KoL.

[Mimik]

<.< Oh hey, this is back up.

[BubbleGumKing]

Here's my character that we were discussing a little about but just posting in OOC cause I finished it

Character

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Name:
Mako Suzumaki

Title/Alias:
The Temple's Eyes

Age:
Inexplicably Old

Gender:
Feminine

Height:
5'8

Weight:
155 lbs

Powers:
The Blessing of Spirits - Mako has the ability to determine the quality of alcohol and the properties of it by just looking at it granted from a higher power. Smelling it can provide even more details of its contents and essentially tell what it is from that single physical property alone. With both those skills, she is a talented brewer of alcohol that is better quality than what you could get from anywhere but who has time for that? This divine power of hers makes anyone trying to beat him at a drinking contest impossible as while she may get tipsy, he won't ever be knocked out due to effects of alcohol itself which allows him a damn good time. When applying this ability beyond physical means, she can magically create alcohol or enhance it to the greatest quality that was meant for the gods themselves as a tribute. While this ability isn't suited for the drink tea, her God also includes the beverage along with this ability.

Shrine Spirit - Mako is not a yokai, such a title bestowed upon him would be preposterous but he is indeed involved with the supernatural world. She is a divine spirit that had guarded the shrines of the Shinto gods, she had been a guardian of the Isonokami Shrine which had been a temple dedicated to all the gods of Japan with no favor. The abilities she possessed were outstanding as she could be considered a powerful spiritual being with her abilities, being a more magical specialized spirit rather than a physical one but has surprising physical dexterity and speed from her form. Lesser spiritual beings should try not to incite her wrath or displeasure but it is a hard thing to do in the first place which only is delivered to those asking for it. The God who is her patron is Inari, who has other Kitsunes like Mako herself who've been bestowed the honor of serving the god. For all purposes, she is treated as a devout servant and Shrine Miko of the God Inari.

• Heavenly Connection - An unusual benefit that is gained through the religious practices of Eastern religions, is the harmonious connection of the body with the world itself. A connection from the inner world to the outer world that connects to close to the primordial mysteries of the world. When a person who has dedicated their entire life can only dream to receive this skill, as they becoming closer to the world and spiritual realm. Mako herself from her long dedication to Inari and respectful acknowledgment of the other gods works in this way as well. Those who have this skill seem to have an air of peace around them and are more sensitive to the supernatural from both training and now simply instinct as a sixth sense. These people are capable of interfering with nature and the spiritual world from the simply their connection to the world itself. A particular feat would be the Shinto practice of banishing evil spirits and other unnatural forces by just clapping. However, this particular skill is something that takes a lifetime to learn.

Tails of the Ages - As a kitsune, Mako's tail represents not only her age for each one of them but the powers that she has obtained over her long lifespan as each tail had grown. Her nine tails represent a powerful being that she is which only compliments to her position as one of Inari's divine messengers, with her fur remaining white like the driven snow. She possesses powerful magical abilities representing the wisdom and knowledge gained over more than 1000 years of her life.

• Gobesei (The Five Elements) - Mako's ability to control the five elements of Wood, Fire, Water, Earth, and Metal which are given for each tail that she has, allowing her to control them each. Capable of using these as magic without a medium like most who practice Onmyōdō if she chose to, which makes her very flexible. In the case when used with her skills as an onmyōji and with the proper equipment, the potency of this ability is enhanced even further from her own magical abilities.

• Illusions - Mako's nature as a Kitsune makes her exceptional with her abilities to create illusions and disguises which may even overlap reality at someone of her level. To say an illusionary disguise place on her would act as if it was her true form even when being detected by spiritual or magical means. Her mastery of illusions are not isolated on a small scale like disguises as she can manipulate the terrain if familiar with it, or with preparation with the provided materials to ease such a change. Also, Mako and her kind are able to sense illusions and pierce through them much easier from their affinity to them than other Yokai.

• Mystic Eyes of the Fox - There are stories that the servants of Inari such as foxes and kitsunes are able to dispel evil by simply looking at them. While a tall tale in some extent, the eyes of a fox to have a mysterious effect on yokai that seems to intimidate them which causes them to flee. This ability is only effective on the weakest of yokai but it does no doubt prove to be eerie when dozens of them stare you down.

Onmyōji - Through her years of living in the mortal world, she has picked up the mystic art of Onmyōdō from its many practitioners. While sadly never being taught in such an area from any teacher, she has been alive when it reached the peak of its popularity with Abe no Seimei and its decline into the modern world. Her age alone would be enough experience to pull techniques difficult for even modern day Onmyōji simply due to the difference of training from the two ages.

• Ofuda - The mystic art of creating wards for protection, dispelling evil influences, and weapon against those of malign intent against her. Mako is a very skilled practitioner who's own personal abilities enhances this inferior medium to channel the supernatural, but it cannot be denied of the many ingenious revelations this form of magic had gone through the ages when she was alive. If several powerful and skilled practitioners of this art came to trap her, she learned this magic in case to reverse engineer it should it be used against her.

• Shikigami - The creation and summoning of lesser spirits to be a servant for Mako, while isn't her specialized skill is capable of doing this at an adept level. These creatures of hers while capable of combat would be comparable in strength to a normal Yokai when specifically made for fighting purposes. She specializes in creating servants who excel in spying and remaining unnoticed as they tail its target.

Weapons:
Her paper charms which are the bare minimum needed to perform her Onmyōdō.

Equipment:
Her jar of sake on the side for her enjoyment

A traditional flowered parasol to shield the sun off herself

Other:

Sample Post/Introduction:

The world of mortals has... certainly changed which was not to be surprising as the years passed by and people came and went from the Temple Mako resided in as its guardian. Her partners who were tasked with defending the shrines occasionally switched as they abandoned their post or a new one replaced them from a transfer. It was a system she almost entirely forgot as she had been the head guardian of her shrine for as long as she could remember, her disguise for her job was an old grandma or young woman who often helped anyone on the grounds if they ever needed it. On occasion, the spirits that the priests couldn't defend themselves from were either taken out by Mako or her partner as their duty. From time to time, even she did a little exorcism of a person or area when it proved to be too complex for the humans to handle. Her duties besides that were simply to relax around the shrine and watch the generations pass by, on a rare opprotunity an interesting figure would come in that would attract her attention but nothing much beyond that. Her position as a guardian spirit at her shrine was supposedly solid, or so she thought until a messenger of her God told her of her new position of moving to the infamous city of Dangeki.

When a transfer like this happened, there were no goodbyes between guardians just a respectful bow for their service before leaving. After this formality, Mako quickly made her way through the country as she slipped into The Crimson Sky before she made her journey. It was a chance to stretch her legs for it had been a long time since she had done any traveling nationally, reminding her of the days of past when Yokai ran rampant and threats required a more active help of the Shrine Guardians. During this time, they were known as figures who were honored for their divinity and protection of the shrine but as the modern age descended, their position faded into obscurity. The practices and traditions slowly faded except for the core concepts along with whatever survived the test of time which varied from shrine to shrine. It was a shame, when even the Keepers of the Shrine mistook them for simple Yokai and tried to remove them. This was often a common reason why some guardians were transferred from one shrine to another as their idenity and duty were at threat. Either way, her role as a Shrine Guardian has been certainly watered down but it didn't matter to her as she was honor to do the job even if no one recognized it.

Her arrival to Dangeki City was as she expected, an uncontrolled threat of both yokai and rabid hunters who eliminated any spiritual beings whether good or bad. It would be a much more active place where her duties will be taking place, as she moved through the mortal realm under the guise of a human. Making her way to the small temple which had been placed under her care, it was a very depressing place with rubble and ruin from the lack of attention. She eventually found it's 'caretaker' to be a middle-aged man who seemed to inherited the piece of land and was keen on selling it- a thought preposterous for Mako. So moving straight to business, she made the young bloke hand over the property to her human persona as she forged documents and everything necessary to handle having a property in her name. Soon after receiving the property in name, she left the man and made sure to make the whole ordeal fuzzy with her magic before she went back to the temple and settled down.

Over the next month or so, Mako cleaned up the temple grounds and made it her home as she began making the space her domain. Fixing the forgotten temple into a much better position that it was before, she restored many of the broken artwork that lingered around and replanted the barren yard. In her time here, she also took her time to explore the city and take a more thorough look at it to assess the chaotic mess that it was. It only came to confirm her thoughts that it will be an interesting situation with such a spiritually busy city.

Mako's Temple

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Himegami Temple

Mako's place of residence is Himegami Temple which has recently been handed off into the possession of a middle-aged woman or so they say, however, there is no doubt the place has been cleaned up. What once was a neglected piece of property had a resurgence of life, as the buildings were fixed and the dry yard had been replaced with grass and plants. Its owner is still a mystery as she seems to be busy most of the time but neighbors have seen her friendly face as she greets them on her way up or down the stairs to her temple. The place itself is located near a local park which allows a much greener environment anywhere else and has become a small attraction to see the new temple for the residents.

The shrine itself is what you would expect, being a place of residence for Mako and a shrine itself. It offers facilities to cover both without any worries but it's pretty daunting when it comes time for cleaning such a large space alone. At the entrance of the ground, there is the tradition torii gate and nearby are the water troughs for means of purification. Further near the building is the offering box which is noticed by the ropes hanging and one of them is connected to a bell. These are all the normal features of a Shinto shrine if anyone could see them, but that is where it all ends. In such a spiritually active city, Himegami Shrine also offers itself as a sanctuary both in the mortal realm and The Crimson Sky as the perimeter of the property is protected by a barrier that wards off weak yokai and only hinders stronger ones slightly when inside. This magical barrier and inside it is treated as 'property of the gods' as how Mako explains it which fights evil influence within its reach, however, due to the lack of care beforehand, the power of this barrier is weak and will take years to become stronger.

As a follower of her God, Inari, she represents it by having two large statues of foxes before the offering box at her shrine which acts like proxy defenders when Mako herself is not there or as additional assistance. They are a form of shikigami forged into stone which makes them much more durable when they come alive rather than the paper charms used normally.

[KoL]

@Heap241 & @Ebonsquire

Both of your characters are ok with me as well.

@BubbleGumKing

We are still setting thing on the PM regarding your character. While posting her/him here is good, you should still wait until we are set, before you add them to the CS tab.

[Ebonsquire]

@KoL

Nice. Thanks!

Btw, how many characters will we need before the IC starts?

[TheWendil]

Btw, how many characters will we need before the IC starts?

@Ebonsquire

Number is not a factor. The first IC post is going up today.

[TheWendil]

@BubbleGumKing

She looks fine to me, though wait for KoL's opinion as always.

[KoL]

@BubbleGumKing

Since we settled everything already, I think she's ok as well. You can go forward and add her to the CS tab.

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Emilia

Alias
Emi

Age
15

Gender
Apachi he- I mean the gender without stick

Height
150cm 5ft

Weight
"You shouldn't ask for a girl her weight you know, that'll make her upset"

Powers

Thread manipulation - User can create, shape and manipulate threads and string, long, thin and flexible form of material, shaping and combining them as needed, or moving them with telekinesis. The thread that is produced is highly durable but can easily be broken by Emi herself.

Life thread - Emilia can create a thread that is close to being unbreakable and can be sewn into clothes to make it like an armor of steel. Not only does it strengthen clothes it can also give them special abilities or a special weapon with this (The player which gets the thread from her can chose one buff qua weapons or abilities) The thread can still be cut and will disintegrate once done so. Every thread can only be applied to one piece of clothing and everytime she makes the life thread a year of her life span will go off.

Weapons
Thread, needles and scissors.

Equipment
Short life thread cape - A cape with the same durability as steel. The cape has the ability to cover the whole body of Emilia in a sphere like form despites the cape looking so small. The sphere is perfectly round and barely big enough for Emilia to fit in.

Sample Post/Introduction
The soft clicking of the sewing machine was rattling through the store. Sun just barely rose above the houses on the opposite side of the street illuminating the store in a bright orange hue. The 8 year old eyes of the small girl were sharpened and twinkling at the piece of artwork she was making right now. Long locks of hair were twirled down besides the girl appearing almost bigger then the girl herself held together by two black ties. She was one of the main attractions of the store. Always bright and completely focused on the work she got from the customer's looking like a cute little doll while doing so.

"Oh you are up already Emi"

"Yea! Look daddy, look what I made."

With a big playful smile she lifted her piece of work from her worktable and held it in the air to show her dad. She had made a dress for herself made from a few pieces of cloth left over from yesterday.

"That look very good honey, just try keeping yourself from getting up so early next time or you'll fall asleep during dinner hehe."

Her dad walked further towards the kitchen without another word making Emilia smile like a star for a moment before going back to her work. She was happy he liked it.

It appeared that Emilia had a pretty decent and ordinary life, she worked in her parents store when not going to school, enjoyed her work and most of all had a carefree life. That was till she and her mom got stuck in a robbery. It was nothing out of the ordinary, a regular robbery could happen every so often and it was all going well till the police came. They locked the robbers into the building, the robbers reacted by holding knifes to citizen their throats. Emilia couldn't help but try to do something at least. As 10 year old she had a big mouth.

"Stop bullying everyone you stupid heads! You aren't nice, all of you!"

The robber didn't take it and wanted to teach her a lesson by cutting off her twin tails. Emilia quickly put her Jacket in front of her in fear and deflected the knife just like that. The robber looked quite confused but tried again with this time his knife breaking clear off. The robbers thought it was quite strange but couldn't do anything about it. After a while they got away with some of the hostages and no more word about them after.

About a year later they took action. The robbers were part of a terrorist group and found out about the clothing she had made with her special thread. They got a good profile of her but it wasn't clear yet what was exactly going on with her powers.

A quick sack over the head and a car trip later she found herself in some kind of storage. Her parents were both tied and bagged too. She was panicking, looking absolutely devastated by the situation.

"W-what is happening... Let them go! Now!"

"You won't get away so quickly from me. TAKE THAT JACKET AWAY FROM HER!"

The cape was janked off her body and immediately stored in a heavily armored suitcase. Emilia horrifyingly looked at the sight of her jacket being taken away. Her precious work, gone just like that.

"N-no that is mine! Hey give that back!"

She was crying her eyes out, it was all so overwhelming. The leader of the group let out an enlightened gniffel.

"Now, make more."

"What? No! No way! Stop this!"

Emilia was trying to get herself out of the ropes but couldn't, a pile of clothes was thrown in front of her together with some sewing supplies.

"Show us how it is done or else"

At the place her parents were sitting at a gun could be heard being loaded. In terror she snapped her head to the sound and became almost completely white.

"N-no..."

Emilia trembled, tears rushing down her face. Her ties were cut but weapons were still pointed at her. She fell to her knees and reached out to her parents. A gun was pointed closer to her to get on with it. She looked at the supplies and back at her parents. With a sniffle she crawled closer to the clothes and got a needle. Emilia pulled a hair from her head and glanced at it. The hair became completely crimson red. She sniffled once more before sewing the hair into the clothing. The clothing glowed a bright hue for a moment as she reached for her heart. It hurted. The shirt was taken away from her and placed over a dummy. The next instant one of the terrorist fired at the dummy. No damage to the shirt at all.

"Impressive, seems like they were right... go on."

"W-what do you mean mo-"

"MORE!"

Emilia jumped from his sudden yell and picked up another shirt. She did the same thing for a few times and fell on her side dead tired. She was hyperventilating, her nails were digging into her chest from the pain in her heart. How many years did she lose.

"This is good, leave them here"

Emilia reached out to the bastard controlling all this but couldn't stand up any more. The usual thumping in her chest had stopped. She was reaching for air but it didn't help. Her parents quickly got over towards her as she blacked out with the last thing seeing her father trying his hardest to keep her alive.

4 years later, she soundly got out of the hospital after the accident and just lived the life like she used too. She decided to get stronger so people weren't gonna misuse her power any longer. The terrorist group occasionally got on the news for some fancy theft, to this day they used her clothing. She wanted revenge and she was gonna get it for sure.

[MacDuffy]

Avalanche Sandrovich

Name: Avalanche Sandrovich

Alias: Turntable

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Weight: 172 lbs

Appearance:

Powers:

Rotation - Avalanche has the ability to telekinetically rotate any object, organic or inorganic, within his line of sight along a vertical or horizontal axis. To do so, he must perform a small hand gesture akin to swinging a revolving door. As such, he can only rotate two objects at a time at most, one for each hand. His power has a weight limit of up to 1500 kilograms and a rotation speed limit of up to 20 kilometers an hour. For targets closer to his weight limit, Avalanche must use both hands, and the speed at which he can rotate it is halved.

Weapons:

Colt Python - Magnums aren't usually a practical sidearm, but a target slipped flat on its ass is an easier shot, anyway.

Small Roll of Razor Wire - Perfect for making impromptu chainsaws.

Equipment:

Nice Suit - Well, HE thinks it's nice, anyway.

Sunglasses - More for style than anything else. They're not even that good at shielding from sunlight.

Pack of Cigarettes - For when you need to take the edge off, or you can't find a match. Warning! Highly addictive and hazardous to your health.

Other:
While he doesn't carry around an entire armory with him, he's proficient in quite a fair number of firearms, if he were able to get his hands on them. Don't ask how he knows how to use so many guns, though. His shady past occupation is a topic he likes to avoid in conversation....

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Sample Post

Avalanche sighed heavily, quite disappointed with himself. It had been a staggering two hours since he last cursed his fate, and he was hoping to break his record at three.

There, standing at the end of the alleyway he had intended to cross through, was a Youkai. An Aobōzu, to be specific. It stood there, arms folded, the bright blue skin on its stout, dwarfish body clashed with the blood-red sky of the otherworld. Its one, large, singular eye had already locked with Avalanche's, which to an Aobōzu meant only one thing: the gauntlet was already thrown. Avalanche watched, nervous and exasperated, as the youkai slapped its thighs, raised one foot in the air, and brought it down in a mighty stomp, which Avalanche could have sworn made the ground shake. Sumo was its choice of sport this evening. Avalanche looked down at his own body, lean and lacking girth, and then looked up at the walls of the alleyway, stained with massive splatters of blood. He looked back at the Aobōzu, his response clear in his sharp eyes.

Hell no.

"And if I refuse?..." He spoke aloud, trying to keep his cool as a bead of sweat formed on his face. The Youkai's simple response was to silently point upwards, guiding Avalanche's gaze up to the several corpses hanging from the clotheslines above. He gulped loudly, replying with a very curt "...oh." It would seem, just his luck, that he was getting slammed by the blue lug no matter what he chose. He doubt he could outrun the Aobōzu in his current position; The only way out was straight on through....Avalanche groaned to himself. This wasn't fair at all, he wasn't even on the clock. He had no beef with this blue monk, he wasn't a hunting target....but if it was a sumo match the youkai wanted, a sumo match it would get.

Avalanche took a deep breath, and lifted his own leg and brought it down with a half-hearted stomp of his own, which the ground did not even politely acknowledge with a twitch. "Alright, Blue Boy.....you're on!" he exclaimed. The Aobōzu gained a brief look of excitement, before staring him down and lowering its fists to the ground. Avalanche did the same, never taking his eyes off his azure opponent. There was naught but dead silence in the alley for what felt like ages, before, with a twitch of the youkai's fingers, the battle was on. Avalanche quickly sprinted forward, and then immediately almost lost his footing from sheer surprise at the incredible burst of speed at which the Aobōzu took off. Avalanche barely had half a second to flick his wrist, but he managed it, and a flick of the wrist was all he needed.

Instantaneously, the Aobōzu turned ninety degrees, and ran smack-dab into the brick wall of the alleyway, going clean through it. Avalanche did not so much as bother to look through the hole it made, and certainly didn't slow down. He sprinted at full tilt clean across the alleyway to the other side, quickly turning and running down the street. "How's THAT for sumo wrestling, ya dumbass!?" Avalanche shouted tauntingly as he ran, cackling. The laughter quickly stopped, however, when he heard loud, stomping footfalls from behind him. He slowly glanced behind him, to see the mildly bruised and very upset Aobōzu chasing after him. And gaining.

"...Ahhh, SHIT!" He whispered harshly as he clenched in his gluts and tried his damnedest to pick up the pace. Once again, it would seem, it was going to be a very long night in the Crimson Sky.