[CHAR] The Devil Hunter Agency

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• Appearance: Self-explanatory. Please use relatively anime/art images since this is a weeby RP. Obviously. Text descriptions are also fine.
• Name: Self-explanatory.
• Title: Your title among the DHA/other demons if you so choose.
• Age: Self-explanatory.
• Division: What global branch of the DHA are you from. For Devil Hunters only.
• Class/Species: Are you a Devil Bringer or a Devil Feeder. Likewise, what type of creature are you if you're a devil or Youkai.
• Weaponry: In the elder times, traditional Devil Hunters used blessed and enchanted swords, spears, and bows. Nowadays the restrictions are fairly lenient; though the DHA looks down on firearms, they are allowed. For Devil Bringers only.
• Abilities: Contract with a power from the supernatural grants whims the mortal mind cannot percieve. Unnatural phenomenon are thus achieved but at the cost of earthly weapons and pleasures. For Devil Feeders and Demons/Youkai only.
• Personality: A brief overview of how your character generally thinks, acts, and behaves among their fellow Devil Hunters/devils.
• Background: A quick summary of your character thus far. If you are of the DHA, what was your first contact with the supernatural. Likewise, if you're a demon or Youkai, what was your first encounter with a human.
• Inventory: Any noteworthy possession that your character may have should be placed here. Commonplace mundane items, like a phone, a car, etc., don't need to be listed; only items of relevance to your character on hand. If you don't have any, you don't need to add this.
• Other: Optional. Anything else not mentioned above that you may wish to add goes here.

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[b][color=lightgray]• Appearance:[/color][/b] Self-explanatory. Please use relatively anime/art images since this is a weeby RP. Obviously. Text descriptions are also fine.
[b][color=lightgray]• Name:[/color][/b] Self-explanatory.
[b][color=lightgray]• Title:[/color][/b] Your title among the DHA/other demons if you so choose.
[b][color=lightgray]• Age:[/color][/b] Self-explanatory.
[b][color=lightgray]• Division:[/color][/b] What global branch of the DHA are you from. For Devil Hunters only.
[b][color=lightgray]• Class/Species:[/color][/b] Are you a Devil Bringer or a Devil Feeder. Likewise, what type of creature are you if you're a devil or Youkai.
[b][color=lightgray]• Weaponry:[/color][/b] In the elder times, traditional Devil Hunters used blessed and enchanted swords, spears, and bows. Nowadays the restrictions are fairly lenient; though the DHA looks down on firearms, they are allowed. For Devil Bringers only.
[b][color=lightgray]• Abilities:[/color][/b] Contract with a power from the supernatural grants whims the mortal mind cannot percieve. Unnatural phenomenon are thus achieved but at the cost of earthly weapons and pleasures. For Devil Feeders and Demons/Youkai only.
[b][color=lightgray]• Personality:[/color][/b] A brief overview of how your character generally thinks, acts, and behaves among their fellow Devil Hunters/devils.
[b][color=lightgray]• Background:[/color][/b] A quick summary of your character thus far. If you are of the DHA, what was your first contact with the supernatural. Likewise, if you're a demon or Youkai, what was your first encounter with a human.
[b][color=lightgray]• Inventory:[/color][/b] Any noteworthy possession that your character may have should be placed here. Commonplace mundane items, like a phone, a car, etc., don't need to be listed; only items of relevance to your character on hand. If you don't have any, you don't need to add this.
[b][color=lightgray]• Other:[/color][/b] Optional. Anything else not mentioned above that you may wish to add goes here.

^{The DHA}

• Weaver of Unshakeable Contracts
• Kazemitsu Rin
• Yokoi Beniha
• Mai Ling Huang
• Da-Xia Chen
• Toire no Hanako
• Amada de Hunahpu
• Esil Idott

^{Devils and Youkai}

• Dandelion
• The Warped Reality
• The Thought Experiment
• Gaze That Stares Back

[KoL]

• Name: Mako Kurogami
• Title: Weaver of Unshakeable Contracts
• Age: Unknown
• Division: Japan
• Class/Species: Devil Feeder
• Abilities: While the full-extent of her abilities is unknown to none but Mako and her Boss, the most common application of her power is to weave "unbreakable" contracts. While there's no supernatural compulsion to do so, any contract written by her, has to be fulfilled or the part that breaks it will have to pay the agreed price, which depending on the gravity contract in question may as well range from monetary loss, to an eternity of damnation and just about anything in between.
• Bio: Mako is known as for being a non-nonsense woman. As the secretary, or rather personal assistant, of the leader of the Japanese branch of the Agency, she tolerates no pointless foolery and screw ups. Most Hunters will eventually only know this side of her, as she's the person who they have to deal with to collect bounties and payments as well as handle most of the non-trivial paperwork. At the job, she's an absolute professional, no different from any other high-performing white collar worker. Those who get a little closer to her, especially direct coworkers, end up noticing other sides of her personality like her love for drinking and mystery novels. The few who are friends on a personal level might end up even picking up her taste in games, especially the high-difficulty kind.
• Inventory: Her most noteworthy possession is a pen which is supposedly the vessel of her contracted demon, Asmoday, the Lord of Shadows and Contracts.
• Other: N/A

[Octo]

Hanako

• Appearance:

• Name: Hanako Yamamoto

• Title: Toire no Hanako

• Age: 15 at death, has existed for ~90 years

• Class/Species: Ghost/Rumor

• Abilities: Hanako has basic ghost abilities, such as intangibility, minor flight, precise kinetic manipulation, and the ability to become invisible. Some creatures, such as Hanako, become so ubiquitous that they gain more power based on the belief of Humans. Because Hanako is so widely known and associated with bathrooms, she has gained the ability to teleport instantly to any bathroom that she knows of. That same belief makes it impossible to exorcise her for good. As long as someone believes in Hanako, she must return.

• Personality: You’d think that Hanako was some sort of evil spirit because she’s bound to the earth through a seething hatred of Humanity, but she’s mellowed out a bit since her death. More than anything, Hanako likes having fun. She enjoys scaring people, though her reasons are more for amusement than anything malicious. When she isn’t spooking some middle school girls in the bathroom, she’s usually at her base playing games or watching videos on her phone. Even ghosts need to get with the times! She also has an interest in observing people, especially DHA members, because she inevitably ends up getting into scuffles with them when her pranks go too far. She’s capable of cruelty, especially if she’s being antagonized, but she generally avoids hurting anyone.

• Background: Those bitches locked me in the bathroom. Can you believe that? Just because I was popular with guys. It’s not like I wanted it anyways… they could take all the guys they wanted and I wouldn’t care. It was dad that pushed that stuff on me. I wonder how he felt when he heard the news? I went to my own funeral and watched them. Dad didn’t cry.

All of it was for nothing, is what I’m getting at. The cooking lessons, the knitting lessons, obsessing over my looks, insisting on a beneficial marriage… all of it useless. My entire life futile. My fate was sealed when a bunch of old farts decided something in a room halfway across the world. It had nothing to do with me, nothing to do with them, and we were the ones that got shafted.

The last thing I really remember is the air raid sirens. After a life of submissive servitude, doing everything you were told because that’s how things had to be, being the perfect little princess… and then to come to an end in a middle school bathroom because some jealous bitches thought it was funny to lock you up? What a riot. Who wouldn’t become a grudge-riddled earthbound spirit after something like that?

I’ve been playing this game for over 70 years. You’ve heard of me, right? Toire no Hanako… what a crappy title. Hah. Pardon the pun. It started out just me being angry and wanting people to suffer, and soon enough, I made a name for myself. The rumors became widespread in like… the ‘50s or something? I must’ve worked fast, because I had only just died in ’45. Yeah, I calmed down after that, and it became more about the art of the scare. It’s art, you know? You have to do it juuust right, and if you’re really good, you can even get them to wet themselves. That’s the standard I hold myself to. Eh? Other Youkai? Who cares about them? Most are assholes. Very few of them have been Human before. They don’t understand people like I do. If they did, they’d find a different freaking snack.

• Inventory: Hanako makes her base in a dilapidated old bathroom in an abandoned old school building. She keeps all sorts of trinkets and odds and ends there.

[ERode]

_{5’1 | 49 lbs | ??? y.o | Kodama (?)}

Hanafusa Shika

Personality

Shika is an invasive species, a tenacious weed whose hunger draws deeper into the earth than their shallow brethren, a monster made more barbaric so through the learned cruelty of the humans living above. Once just another lurker in the shadows, focused solely on survival and proliferation, the observation of their prey brought forth not just a greater understanding of what one must do to prosper, but also a sense of humor. A twisted sense of humor, of course, one that demotes humans from prey to pet, but one that has served Shika well over the years since. They look for fun things in the world, and while some of her brethren may enjoy the mystique of being a creature of the night, isolated from humanity, Shika throws themselves into the thick of it, hitting up karaoke bars, joining in on mixers, attending school, and offering their services as a genius “chemist” to the yakuza or foreign mafia, ensuring that there’s a healthy circulation of their drugs within any city Shika decides to settle down in.

After all, fire is such a common form of exorcism, and it always paid to have some pets out there, willing to die for them. But until the DHA come knocking at the door of their cozy student dorm, Shika’s fine with just snacking on the occasional cutie and enjoying the springtime of their youth.

Background

It began with a seed. A seed inside a corpse hanging from the branch of a tree in a forest. The seed grew off cooling blood and flesh, sinking their roots deep into the corpse, until one day, the corpse’s eyes opened again.

That was the birth of Hanafusa Shika, a seedling of another youkai that they never knew. Within the forest, they obeyed their instincts, staying in the shadows of trees, waiting for prey to kill themselves of their own accord and then making use of the body they left behind. They were a corpse-eater at first, focused solely on that small part of the woods they called their own, content only with eating and hiding. As the amount they ate grew though, as they became better at finding bodies before they were too rotten to be enjoyable, curiosity sparked, drawing their eyes not to what their food was, but what their food had. Clothing, letters, technology, money. Fragments that pieced together to form a larger world. They couldn’t read yet, but they could learn, could extend their capabilities further.

They made quick work of their first live pet, parasitizing them and forcing him to teach them everything he knew, of language, of culture, of the world. Those were nice, enlightening days; Shika made sure that his corpse was the foundation of a beautiful pineapple tree, just like the ones he described to them. That had been a step too far though, and when the DHA was alerted to that anomaly in vegetation, reported on social media by a Youtuber, Shika found themselves evicted, escaping into a forest of stone towers and plentiful pets while hunters sought their demise with shiny weapons and appropriated powers. It had been terrifying, but as they lost themselves in the crowds and the neon lights, Shika found themselves…appreciating all of this.

It couldn’t be fair, after all, if pets were able to live such a bright, fun life out in the daylight, while their masters were forced to slink in shadow and refuse.

Taking their name from the corpse that they now inhabited, Hanafuse Shika began to gradually set their roots into human society. And as they did, they began to be known by another name.

Dandelion.

Inventory

A wrapped lollipop, cherry flavored. The wrapping is faded with age, and half of the plastic stick looks like it had been melted off. Shika keeps it in their pockets at all times. When they need to switch bodies, they make an effort to relocate this particular object afterwards.

Abilities

Shika possesses abilities tied to plant growth, something that they engage their entire being into. While their physical abilities are on the lower end of yokai, they make up for it with versatility and cowardice.

Common Usages

Seeding
Every strand of hair on Shika’s head is a seed with the capacity to give birth to new plants or new physical vessels for themselves to inhabit. Though it takes some concentration to create a new species of plantlife, growing oversized renditions of pre-existing plants or recreating their own body is of no issue for Shika.

Fertilizing
The ‘blood’ that courses through Shika’s veins is a potent fertilizer, and shedding such blood upon plantlife encourages explosive, virulent growth. Through the shedding of blood, they are able to claim sovereignty over naturally produced, as opposed to personally grown, plants as well.

Parasitizing
When planted into living beings, whether natural or supernatural, Shika’s seeds can form either beneficial or harmful relationships, depending on how generous they’re feeling. These plants are able to consume both the meat of their hosts, as well as more intangible substances such as lifeforce or magical energy, which is either stored or used to promote further growth or produce “fruits”. Sufficiently parasitized subjects can be controlled by Shika directly, while more beneficial plant-parasites will release stored up resources when the hosts are in danger, healing their wounds or restoring their injuries. As for the “fruits”…

Fruiting
Though Shika’s manipulation and production of plant life grants them the ability to produce any amount of illegal substances, the fruits they can make with parasitized living beings serve as supernatural performance-enhancers, granting the consumer a high both in their mood as well as in their abilities. The higher the quality of the parasitized host, the more potent the capabilities of the fruit that blooms from them, and the more addictive too, until the addicts are no longer capable of being sated by human flesh.

[Kazemitsu]

• Appearance:

Hider

His picture doesn't show that he's rather tall, standing at six foot six.
• Name: Kazemitsu Rin, Kaze for short
• Title: N/A
• Age: 29
• Division: American Branch
• Class/Species: Devil Feeder.

• Abilities:

• Demonic Strength: His strength, which was already high naturally, is multiplied a couple times over passively. When he actively channels demonic energy he's even stronger than that by several times. Over in his previous branch he was one of the physically strongest members.
• Reptilian Reflexes: His reflexes, like his strength, are multiplied to animalistic degrees. But just because he can see the attack coming doesn't mean he has the speed to dodge it. An example, he can see a jab coming from a boxer and dodge it or block it. He can also see arrows and slow moving bullets but he can't dodge them.
• Regeneration: Channeling his demon allows him to regenerate from damage. The lesser the wound the faster it goes, more severe wounds take longer. He can't grow back limbs or live through decapitation.
• Transformation: He is able to transform some of his body parts to that of his demon. Sharp claws on his hands or feet, wings, a tail, black scales and purple torso plates. Each transformation adds a benefit to offense, defense, or his ability to dodge or move.
• Free-style: He mixes and matches various martial arts to fit his purposes. He's not master but he knows enough to cause serious damage. Powerful on its own, but including demonic attributes makes it far more lethal than it should be.
• Acidic Breath: The demon he's contracted with has an acidic breath attack that is rather potent. It can come in a glob, stream, and gaseous form with limited range.

• Personality:
Kaze is an incredibly angry, read rage-filled, man. Especially in combat, but thankfully it's channeled to the demons and devils out there instead of at his fellow man. This combined with his headstrong nature tends to land him in hot water. His strength has made him cocky, but if he gets knocked down a more cautious and animalistic nature takes over. Instead of rushing in blindly again he stalks and tests his enemy.

Outside of a fight he's much more calm, but still headstrong. He tends to keep to himself, preferring solitude over groups of people. A natural recluse. If someone can get through his shell he's a bit better about being the 'lone wolf' and he's more protective of that person. Although he is also sometimes a bit of a downer, what with not being able to enjoy worldly pleasures thanks to his contract. Kinda sucks, but there's a price for everything.

• Background:
Kaze's ancestors were naturally born in Japan, his father had moved to North America, married a local woman, and Kaze was born. Huzzah! Which is why he has a Japanese name by the way. Kaze had a fairly average childhood, nothing to really put him in the spotlight aside from excelling in sports. It wasn't until he hit puberty that things drastically changed and not for the better. His thirteenth birthday was not a happy day, strange creatures appeared as if from nowhere and slaughtered his immediate family and some that had flown in from Japan.

Why didn't Kaze die? He had a benefactor that day. A demon who liked humans, what could be described as a dragon, had swooped in and pulped some of the assaulting demons. Terrifying them and making the other demons flee. The boy was obviously distraught, ripe for making a contract with. The demon possessed Kaze's mothers ring, the kids eyes turned ice blue, his hair lost all color, and his skin darkened as if he stayed out in the sun all the time. The reptilian demon helping shape the boy physically as he grew, strengthening him, making his reflexes better, his body tougher.

Obviously no parents meant he was put into foster care, his grandparents were simply to old to take him in. The only thing he kept from home was his fathers dog tags from his military days and his mothers wedding band. They helped balance emotionally and mentally him despite the trauma and the wisdom filled words of the demon bouncing about in his head.

Once he was of age, eighteen, he left the foster system, his current foster parents, and went out to start actively hunting. He had a list of those that had slaughtered his family, any other demon that got in his way met with a rather gruesome fate. In one of his battles he was discovered by the Devil Hunter's Association. He had been doing their job unknowingly and was invited to become a recruit. He obviously joined with the stipulation that they helped him hunt down the described creatures on his hit list. Needless to say he has been at it for a good while and is often sent out to other branches that require heavy hitters.

• Inventory:

• Dog Tags: His fathers dog tags, an important memento that keeps him more balanced mentally.
• Mothers Wedding Ring: His mothers ring, its kept on his pinky finger and helps keep him emotionally balanced. The demon resides within this ring as well, giving the diamonds a red hue.
• Titanium Knuckle Dusters: Not all opponents are supernatural, and packing more damage never hurts. Best to be prepared!
• The List: A yellowed piece of paper with a list of creature descriptions. Of the dozen only three are crossed out in various colors of blood.

Any noteworthy possession that your character may have should be placed here. Commonplace mundane items, like a phone, a car, etc., don't need to be listed; only items of relevance to your character on hand. If you don't have any, you don't need to add this.

• Other: When his rage is unleashed his body gets covered in a red and black miasma while his eyes are like icy blue flames. It's pretty rare for this to happen though.

[OwO]

• Name: Yokoi Beniha
• Title: People often call her the Crone behind her back. Someone called her mom to her face. She's fine with either.
• Age: 47
• Division: Japanese Branch
• Class/Species: Devil Feeder
• Abilities: Beniha's contract allows her to wield the power of flame through the creation and manipulation of burning feathers. Despite their heat, she is capable of wielding these feathers without apparent injury to herself. Her contract also allows for a form of telekinetic control over these feathers. This control, however, is fairly short ranged. Because of this, the control she possesses is used to primarily create constructs of fire. She can create simple weaponry out of these feathers. Bows, swords, spears, and other such martial weapons are all viable creations.

While her contract doesn't quite enhance her physical attributes by any considerable margin, it allows her to possess considerable regenerative capability. While she hasn't tested the exact limits of this ability, it's apparent that she can seal flesh wounds, cure burns, and reattach recently lost limbs, though she's unable to regrow missing flesh. This healing can be applied to others through the medium of her burning feathers, but the process is both agonizingly painful to others and not extraordinarily effective.

• Personality: Grim and sardonic, Beniha is a woman who has seen too much in her years. Her words are often coated in venom with insults intermixed with the praise she gives to others. She isn't one to waste time; a general philosophy of swift and inordinate reaction undertones all of her actions. If she's going to do something, she's going to absolutely ensure that it happens. With this and her sense of duty, it's no surprise that she's one of the most experienced hunters in the field. She often reacts poorly to others bringing up her daughter. They aren't on the best of terms.

While rude and harsh to others, she cares deeply about her younger peers. She sincerely wishes that they stay safe. Because of her general experience, she often acts as a mentor to the new recruits within the DHA. Rarely, her motherly nature shines through all of the bitterness. Small moments of assurance and sacrifice are an uncommon experience to those who interact with her, but they still occur enough to make many hunters confused about how they feel about her.

• Background: Nobody is born an experienced veteran. For Beniha, her childhood wasn't good. Shit house, shit parents, and a shit upbringing. She was a good-for-nothing delinquent ever since she could remember. Though, that time didn't last long. Call it a tragedy, call it an escape. A youkai had liberated her parents of their skin. Before the youkai could finish off the entire family, a hunter bust down the door and promptly ended the youkai. Beniha asked the hunter if she could come with him without giving him time to catch his breath.

And so she joined the DHA at a young age. Turns out, the delinquent child was good at something after all. She was a freak when it came to learning to fight. She could pick up practically any weapon and, within a month, be on par with her peers. Unfortunately, at 12, you're gifted. At 15, you're talented. At 20, you're normal.

Despite her talent with so many weapons, she was ended up as a master of none. Still, be it dumb luck, skill, or willpower, she continued to hunt with frightening efficiency. She ended up falling in love with another hunter. Had a child with him, to. He died, unrelated to the cause. She raised that child on her own, but her duties interfered more and more as her child grew up. By the time her child was 14, Beniha was back at the DHA seeing her daughter for an hour every week.

A dumb test of courage broke that cycle. A group of high schoolers decided to venture deep into the woods for a laugh. What a laugh happened when Beniha's daughter didn't return home from school that day.

Beniha instantly left to find her daughter. With blade in hand, she stormed into the woods and fought what was hunting her daughter. It was too much for her. But she wouldn't stop. No matter how many wounds she got, how many bones were broken, and how close to death she got, she would never give up this fight.

As her vision blurred to an ineffable darkness, a single hatchling appeared in front of her. Through its underdeveloped beak, it uttered a silence that only Beniha could understand.

She embraced the bird in her hands, it vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.

A single moment of radiance. Her wounds bled cinders and, covered in sanctified flame, Beniha charged the youkai once again, unwilling to stop until one of them died.

When dawn broke, the mother had reunited with her daughter--the one witness to the fight.

The dust settled on that chapter of Beniha's life. The rest of the kids were fine. They either got out early or hid well enough to not even hear the sounds of the battle. While reprimanded for not following procedure, her newfound contract and position as a demon feeder let her escape the brunt of paperwork. Her daughter ended up following in her footsteps, much to her distress. The blade she had once used was now carried by her daughter.

And so continued Beniha's service as a hunter.

• Inventory: Beniha doesn't carry much aside from day to day essentials. The most notable things she carries are a photo of her daughter, incense sticks, and a coin turned necklace.

The youkai she's contracted to is within the bracelet on her right wrist.

• Other:

[RickyG85]

• Name: Maurice Colbert

• Title: Some of the younger, more foolish recruits have heard rumors surrounding his assignments. A mix of misplaced awe and intimidation has compelled them to refer to him discreetly as "Van Helsing", or "Devil's Bane"

• Age: 50

• Division: U.S., Deep South Sub-Division

• Class/Species: Devil Bringer

• Abilities: N/A

• Personality: Sociable enough, with other Hunters for the most part, but tends to keep others at arms length, figuratively. Isn't shy about being rude to Feeders. Oddly enough seems to get along best with non hunters in the Agency. Is a surly sort, borders on curmudgeonly at times. is all business during training or practice exercises with weaponry and equipment, those who've worked with him say he can be fearsome in battle, almost like a devil, himself (none have been brave enough to confront him on this).

• Background: Maurice had as normal a life as one could expect for a family that lived just an hour outside of New Orleans. They weren't stereotypical backwoods folk, though they did enjoy their privacy on a sizeable dry patch in the bayou. When he was 25, however, there was an incident- his nephew died as the result of an accident, which is precisely what it was, but that didn't stop his brother, the boys father, Edward, from seeking out an old sorceress who facilitated a contract between him and a devil. He tried to help his brother find a way out of the contract when he found he didn't have the stomach for vengeance; no matter where he was, no matter what time, Ed would see the "accidents" that befell the people responsible for his nephew's death, and occasionally was not himself, like the devil was taking over, consuming him. Eventually, he found the only way to stop/kill the devil and save his brother (and what few of it's targets were left) was for Maurice to kill him. Not long after, he was contacted by the Agency regarding the incident, and has been taking his grief out on Devils, ever since.

• Inventory: A Winchester rifle with the name "Ed" scoured into the stock, and a crucifix from a rosary affixed to it, as well. It's blessed, in order to make it a more effective a weapon. He's since learned the use of multiple bladed weapons, and even some hand to hand training. For that reasons, he also carries a blessed bowie knife. Otherwise, he travels light, updating his inventory as necessary for a given assignment, so long as he's properly briefed on the nature of the target.

• Other: If it isn't obvious, Maurice really hates devils. Not only does he not trust or respect Feeders, openly, but in a fight, when things are getting intense, he goes a little crazy, even releasing strings of curses (both foul obscenities and the "plague a both your houses" variety) in Cajun-French. No one will admit as much, but he considers himself the one they call in when the Agency needs Devils dead, and don't much care how anymore. He stopped talking with his surviving family, and doesn't really let people get close anymore. Speaks with the accent of a "Southern Gentlemen"

[dioscuri]

Mai Ling

• Name: Mai Ling Huang
• Age: 30
• Division: Japanese Branch
• Class/Species: Devil Bringer
• Weaponry: Chokuto sword and tanto blades

• Personality:
Mai’s personality depends on what kind of day she’s having. On bad days, Mai is a complete drunkard. She’s useless, lazy, and utterly inefficient. On days that she's sober, Mai is kind and even-tempered. She has a tendency to mother anyone younger than her, a leftover of not being able to nurture her own child. Most of the time though, Mai is a functioning alcoholic. She isn’t ever afraid to speak her mind, especially if she thinks a plan will get someone killed. She’s headstrong and analytical. While always itching for a fight, she doesn’t jump into them readily, taking the time to really understand the situation. Mai takes her job seriously and treats everyone in the DHA with respect. Though, considering her past, she tends to keep away from Devil Feeders even if she knows they’re on the same side as her.

• Background:
Mai Ling Huang grew up in a very strict household that never let her do anything outside of school and a few extracurricular activities. This cause her to rebel at a very young age. She did everything and anything she could to piss her parents off, ranging from cutting her hair short to drugs and alcohol. You name it, she’s probably done it once, or twice. When she was 16, Mai met Genji and fell in love. Genji weaved her tales of a better life if she ran away with him to Japan. Naively, Mai agreed. Although life was hard on their own- they struggled to make ends meet, Mai enjoyed it a lot more than living under her parents. She was even happier when she found out she was pregnant three years later.

For a time, things seemed to be working out for Mai and her small family. Both her and Genji found steady jobs and were able to provide for their daughter. However, after coming home one day from work, she found her entire neighborhood decimated by a youkai. Mai rushed over to her house, only to find the bodies of her husband and their daughter. Devastated, Mai vowed to avenge her family. Eventually she was recruited into the DHA.

• Inventory:
Mai carries a satchel with her that contains basic necessities needed for a mission, a flask, and a small stuffed pooh bear.

[Ginnungagap]

Pyon

• Appearance:

Hider

• Name: Mizuki Kichiro
• Title: Pyon-pyon
• Age: 28
• Division: Japanese Branch
• Class/Species: Devil Feeder

• Abilities:

• Karate - As a Feeder, it's kind of expected that Kichiro won't benefit from weaponry, so being a skilled unarmed combatant is on top of the list for skills that one needs in the field.
• Demonic Body - Like the vast majority of feeders, Kichiro is blessed/cursed with superhuman strength and speed, balancing more towards strength on his end. He is also abnormally durable, taking a lot more punishment to actually injure than your average person, and continuing to function even across that line.
• Leporidae Manifestation - Involuntary on his part, Kichiro can manifest physical traits of a hare, oftentimes ears, but he's also had whiskers and a tail before. He's never found any benefit from this other than the fact that rabbit ears are significantly better at listening and determining exactly where a sound originates from.
• Perfect onigiri - Kichiro received the ability to make truly divine onigiri from his demon

• Personality: Kichiro is the sort of person that raises eyebrows in a field like this. Insufferably wide-eyed and exuding a happiness that could only come from ignoring the kind of work the devil hunters do.
He's a bit too cheery for the job description.
Being full of joy simply being alive does not stop Kichiro from being a hard worker though. If there is a job to do, Kichiro's smiling face is likely to be found working at it already. "It's not all field work and fighting" he'll happily explain to anyone who will listen. "It's all the little things too."

His relationship with his contracted demon lacks all the normal subtlety one might try to keep with the source of one's power. Conversations are confrontational, antagonistic, and petty victories and snide jabs flow back and forth, in contrast to his typical relationships. But to anyone with any experience with him, it's obvious that there's some kind of actual connection there, though it isn't exactly a human connection. Any sort of competition or challenge directed at Kichiro is just as much a challenge to his demon, and neither one of them really believes in giving anything but 100%, so them suddenly killing an ongoing argument just to do something impressive is not unusual.

• Background: In another world, in another life, Kichiro would likely have been noticed at a young age and shuffled off to a shrine to hone a gift for working with spirits. The greatest irony in his life is that he could never be so lucky.
In this world, Kichiro grew up ignorant of the supernatural, until the age of 11, when it decided to make itself violently well-known. If he had been prepared, things could have gone differently, but he had no way to protect himself from any of the more spiritual yokai; so one night he'll never forget, he found himself possessed by a foul spirit, a gaki, and the hungry ghost used his body to suffocate his parents in their sleep.
The only luck Kichiro got out of that was that the devil hunter that showed up caught on to what was going on and exorcised the spirit from his body before driving it entirely from this world and into the next.

They never found the bodies, and Kichiro claims to not remember too much of what happened in the hours or days in between, but the long, endless time without control clearly broke something in him, because he begged the hunter to do him one single favor after freeing him. Whatever he asked for, the end result was that the hunter took him back to the Agency to figure out what could be done with him. He was too young to go out and fight right then and there of course, but he had no family now, the mundane authorities would only want to know more about what happened, and the child was at risk anyway of being possessed again. Someone needed to train that out of him at least.

Thus began the training of Mizuki Kichiro, halfway across Japan from his one-time home. From sunrise to sunset. First with chores, simple things for a kid his age; back into school under a new name once he had recovered from the trauma he had endured; then meditation in the evenings. He did not see any other path he could take in life from there. He was still a child, after all, and he would not be able to be a proper devil hunter for years, but he was determined to earn that right.
Cleaning floors shifted over the years to learning how to fight directly. There was certainly still plenty of work done around the local branch, but there was that subtle shift of becoming a student and not merely a dependent.

Something nagged in the back of Kichiro's head as he grew from a boy into a young man. He knew he had a choice once he was actually accepted as a devil hunter, and he understood the ramifications of each well, but he had an additional concern. He could close himself off, cut off that peculiarity of his soul that made him just a bit more susceptible to possession, he knew how to do that well enough by the time he really started learning the most basic art of the craft, or he could embrace it despite the past and make it a weapon.
The idea of holding that back sickened him. The idea of willingly bonding himself to another demon evoked only disgust. Eventually, the concept of someone else suffering the same way he had won out.

He became a devil feeder. All he had to do after making that decision was to find the right demon.
And convince it.

It took some legwork, some forestry, mountain climbing, and dedicate searching, but eventually he managed to track down the yokai he was after.

Convincing her, however, was something else entirely. She had a simple stipulation before making the contract. One simple little thing, perfectly reasonable. Just agree to a fight.
He wasn't supposed to agree to anything like that, it was dangerous. Ridiculously dangerous. He'd picked the rabbit-demon in question for a reason, and it wanted something ridiculous before it would even agree to discuss the terms.
Kichiro, filled with all the impetuousness of youth, accepted. And spent the dozen rounds having the stuffing beaten out of him by the fluffiest yokai he had ever met. It took everything he had, but he managed to not die.
And that's all she needed of him.

• Inventory:

• A string of prayer beads, only distinct because of one single large bead that appears to be glass, encased in which is a little, tiny, utterly unimportant shard of a lunar meteoroid. Within which his yokai is kept sealed.

• Other: Not being a rookie anymore does not protect you from being mothered by Miss Yokoi, I'm pretty sure.

[Quasi]

[+]

• Appearance:

"When something as pure as the moon is your only source of light, all else falls to shadow in the night."

• Name: Ilse

• Title: Cursed Child

• Age: By mortal standards, she appears to be in her early 20s.

• Species: The closest identification some demonologist have come to agree with; is the Cursed Child's similarities with other Cambions. Though without proof of lineage or other key markers, it is unknown how accurate this assessment is.

• Abilities: Ilse's powers transition beyond the elemental spectrum. Not one to directly control over the handles that govern flame or earth. Rather most be attributed to the realm of dark, spirit, and shadow. Her powers have no direct physical counterpart with few exceptions. Her shadow familiar, born from her soul. A raven of dark, cursed energy holding onto the malintent hidden in the hearts around her. Her familiar is part of her, but separate from her core existence. It can die and be reborn at Ilse's whims. As well as share its existence with its master as if it was she herself.

Ilse's main set of powers is less that which is seen, and more that which is felt. A paralyzing grasp around one's own tongue or throat; or a sudden weakness in knees. Contact with the witch herself is signing your own mortal soul away on the spot; her touch able to sour the steel of swords in battle. Ilse's power is more potent the more she is able to directly contribute to the application of the hex. Infusing cursed energy into her words, touch, and will to influence the world in her direction.

• Personality: Ilse finds that walking the solitary path is often easier for her than it is to work along side others. A situation that has left her burned and scarred more often than not, sometimes literally, before. She finds it hard to align herself with other's goals, but understands the value in compromise and alignment as a means to an end. Her power is great enough to where she has no fear of her actions. No deliberation between failure or the thoughts of consequences; success or not. Its only a matter of when before her goals are realized.

• Background: As with most paths through life, Ilse's road of solitude had a beginning that didn't take a turn until well into her life. Her tale is one that has been told before. Details twisted or forgotten. Characters, time, place; all variables that change with the season. The only constant being of the tragedy that befell a group of poor lost souls. A ghost story by today's standards; but a haunting memory to the one that remembers. About the one girl who wasn't there. About the field trip where every body was accounted for. About the ashes that remained; disintegrated without sign of struggle or disturbance, quietly in the night without a soul to pray.

[Ozzoquen]

Hider

• Name: Adam Lockley

• Title: Other members have been known to refer to him as the Smiling Demon. Adam takes this more as a compliment than anything.

• Age: Twenty-Seven

• Division: The England Branch

• Class/Species: Devil Feeder

• Abilities:
There's nothing more powerful than ones own self. With his contract with a demon, Adam has been able to hone the ability over his blood. Wielding it as a weapon, he's able to shape and mold it into any possible form. Liquid in his hands, it hardens and sharpens at his will, becoming a devastating force. The more blood that Adam uses, however, the more that the man becomes unhinged. He's a ticking clock - the more damage he takes, the stronger he gets, but the less time he has left to be able to fight.

Adam is able to track minimal amounts of blood, in any type of light. He can easily differentiate between Youkai blood and human blood.

Able to create what he refers to as a blood pact, Adam has the ability to temporarily control another person, so long as he's touched a wound of theirs. Blood binding together, Adam can control the blood in another person's body, objectively making them his puppet. If the will of the other is strong enough, however, they can break free. The ability itself also works on a timer, only giving Adam a five minute timer on which he can hold control over someone. As it ticks down, it drains more and more of his energy, so it's used more as a last resort than anything.

Having to harm himself to draw out his true power, when Adam believes he is no longer in danger, his body begins to regenerate itself. This, however, is a very slow process, and if he's bleeding too much the process won't begin.

• Personality:
Always grinning, it's hard to think that Adam is anything but a kind-hearted man. His tone is light and airy, his body language loose and open. He's a kind person. A truly, truly kind person.

In reality though, Adam is a fox. Deceptive to the very core, he has no real allegiances to the people he works with, and will often twist his opinions to match those around him. Always on the move to get himself in a better position than he was, he'll twist his words to make himself more likeable. Latching onto someone, Adam will do whatever they need to do to gain their attention, to swoop in and become their closest confidant, until he's obtained what he's after and ready to move on to a different target.

• Background:
Adam was an ordinary child, living in the midst of the bustling city of London. A bustling city, a mega metropolis, London was the perfect place for Youkai to spread. As a sixteen year old, Adam had been lucky enough to never encounter a demon. Not lucky enough, however, to remain that way. Out with friends, being a normal teenage boy at the time, the day would fade away into a tragic night.

Losing friends, watching then die, their blood spilling out onto the moonlit street - it would be enough to break any man. Adam, however, wasn't broken. He was enthralled - and the man that had saved him! Elegant, wild...old. An old man, as nimble as one half his age, it was hard to pull his eyes away. The battle was over in a flash, leaving Adam breathless and curious, so very unlike his fellow citizens. The only person remaining, the young man was lucky to have not died that day.

That day started what would be the rest of his life. Following the man without a second thought, he was introduced to Augustus Mercer, a long running member of the DHA. Adam found out all that he could of the man, and would soon pester him until he became an apprentice in the way of hunting. Being introduced into the world of Devil Hunter's and Youkai, he would engross himself into it, until he was eighteen. Joining the DHA became his primary goal, and any new experiences he could have been given he took. Even when he was able to take on a contract with a Youkai, there was no hesitation.

Traveling the world with the man who had saved his life, it wouldn't last forever. A particular nasty demon, a brewing storm, tore Augustus away from it. Killing the beast, saying a final good bye, Adam took the chance to live by his own code. To live and explore, to put his curiosity above everything else. He would take any contract given, travel the world to his hearts content, and ultimately end up in Japan.

• Inventory:
A silver pocketwatch, with the engraving of a moth on the back. At the end of the chain, instead of a clasp to hang on his clothing, there's a triangle that dangles. It's as sharp as a knife.
Adam always carries a few small bandages on him.
A simple silver dog tag hangs around his neck, the name Augustus Mercer.

[The 42nd Gecko]

Da-Xia

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Appearance

Name: Da-Xia Chen
Age: 20
Division: Canadian Branch
Class: Devil Bringer

Weaponry
Da-Xia wields a lance, perhaps a bit too enamored of chivalric tales of old.

Abilities

• Skilled Motorcycle Rider and decent mechanic. Can usually get her bike to limp home on occasion she wrecks.
• Fast Reader. She gets through those novels quick.
• She's decent with a lance, but is certainly no master. Point lance towards monster, and let her riding skills do the rest.
• Her greatest weakness is lack of experience or confidence fighting dismounted. At 20, she has not been a Devil Bringer long.

Personality
Da-Xia sees herself as an ideal chivalric knight, roaming the land to right wrongs and slay evils, protecting the innocent folk of the world. This comes with a measure of pompous haughtiness and reckless overconfidence, but also overflowing generosity and unshakable courage. She goes above and beyond the call to a point most would raise an eyebrow at what she's trying to prove. If she wasn't about to loudly tell them that she's trying to prove, that she's an ideal chivalric knight.

Still young, Da-Xia often dreams of true love. These dreams are fed by her prodigious consumption of knightly romances, more of this genre alone than most people have read books in total, and it is rare to find her without at least one in her pack and several hundred on her smartphone's wishlist. She's envisions herself as the shining white knight who will come and save some beautiful young man in desperate need. Though sometimes she finds the roles switched, imagining herself being rescued. Greatly confusing to the already confused youth, but she's more than happy to lance a monster or two to get her head back on straight.

Background
What is a person with a very Chinese name, from the Canadian Division, doing in Japan? Well, in the beginning Da-Xia was born to a wealthy Chinese family in Canada. Whether by luck or internal strength of character, she didn't grow up so much spoiled as idealistic. She read lots of English stories about knights and fell in love over and over again. For a time, she thought that riding her bike on long cross-country stretches, and Canada is a pretty big country to stretch across, was as close as she'd ever come to adventure.

But, on one of her many ventures down a dark dismal road through the wilderness, Da-Xia encountered a devil. Fortunately, she had the luck to encounter it at the same time as a Devil Bringer, and thus did not summarily become lunch. From there, she decided it was her noble calling to join the DHA and become a true knight! She has had little experience since then and is still a novice. She was sent over to Japan to help with the recent surge of Youkai, as a way to send a token of assistance without actually sending anyone particularly valuable.

Inventory

• A monstrous bike that Da-Xia uses to compensate for her lack of personal mobility.
• A backup knife, it also serves as the key for her bike.
• Smartphone. She has a mount for it on the dash of her bike.
• Smart Contact-Lenses that provide flash-protection and sunglasses function. Good for dramatically staring into the sunset.
• Smart Earplugs that provide gunfire-protection and tuning out loud repetitive noises like her engines.
• Food, water, and medical supplies kept in a compartment in her bike. She must ever be ready to help those in need.
• Knightly romance novels, usually snuck into the above compartment.
• Skid and burn resistant suit. Da-Xia's suit isn't going to protect her from monsters, but helps for monster-induced crashes.

[SilverPaw]

Hoshio

Name: Hoshio Kikuchi

Title: /

Age: 28

Division: Japanese branch

Class/Species: Devil Bringer

Weaponry:

• Bow. Enchanted to shoot farther and more accurately. Blessed to repel devils, and can withstand a few hits from them, but isn’t built for defense.
• Arrows. They disintegrate devils, whether they’re corporeal or not. The larger/stronger the devil, the more arrows needed to kill them. However, each hit weakens them, so even non-lethal attacks are effective.
• Quiver. A tool which replenishes arrows when needed from a designated storage room.
• Switchblade. Corrosive to the touch for devils, it also functions as a mild ward, discouraging them from approaching.
• Tattoos. The enchanted ink inscribed into his skin promotes power, endurance, vitality, and regeneration. Does not at all compare to a Devil Feeder’s physicality, but it is better than nothing. It just helps him to shoot more for longer, and makes him a bit less vulnerable.

Personality:
Hoshio usually comes across as tired, exasperated, unenthusiastic, and just about done with life. Feels older than he is, and insists it’s not only the general ‘approaching 30s mentality’, though he’s objectively not drastically different from others in their late twenties. Passionate about very few things (and even that rarely), and killing devils sure isn’t one of them – though it’s the thing he’s best at (and as much as that is obvious, he sometimes finds it to be depressing). He does experience the so-called ‘thrill of the hunt’, but even that is already part of the routine. Hoshio’s purpose is to make things easier, the world a bit more pleasant one, and that so happens to involve hunting devils and making things better for the mundane – he claims his motives to be selfish, any altruistic consequences merely the natural byproduct of his actions.

That said, he loathes devils much more than he does his job, and he has no problem taking it out on them. He does occasionally gripe to his fellow hunters, but since he rarely meets anyone like-minded or sympathetic, he normally keeps it to himself. As for his attitude to his co-workers, he’s generally accepting of a variety of characters and eccentricities, though he doesn’t get along well with any preachy hard-asses who needlessly and constantly spew about duty or honor and the like (he’s had enough of that with his family). Hoshio spends his off-time doing mundane things, often with mundane folks, keeping as far away from anything hunter related as someone in his position can. He does train regularly, though usually by himself, and catches up with other hunters on a need-to basis.

Background:
Hoshio hails from a family of hunters. His father was a Japanese hunter, his mother an English hunter. On his father’s side, there was a long-spanning tradition of working for the DHA. Though his parents lived on their own and tried to raise him normally, it didn’t really work out that way. They were often busy with their jobs, and so Hoshio was delegated to his other relatives, often his grandfather, who felt much more strongly about their family’s traditions and historical knowledge. So, from a young age, it was learning this, practicing that, training this, proper hobbies that, et cetera. His mother resisted the most and for the longest time, but once his father succumbed to the Kikuchi’s head’s will, it was all over.

‘It’ being over referring to the marriage between his parents. As for the chance of a ‘normal’ life, well, that may have been decided before Hoshio’s birth. When his mother was finally fed up with the situation, she moved back to England, and so Hoshio was left with his father’s family…Not much of a change, really. He regretted at the time that he hadn’t been taken alongside his mother, since he’d also come to find the rest of his family stifling, but he eventually (years later, in fact) came to understand her decision. In the meanwhile, Hoshio grew up under the strict and exacting guidance of his grandfather (and some others). When he was 16, a harmless captured yokai was brought to him to slay – under his elders' supervision and with his previous training of martial arts, Hoshio succeeded. He was enlisted into the DHA, working alongside his father until he was of age.

Once Hoshio had the legal ability to become independent, he did so. He moved out with the money he'd saved, and while he continued to work as a hunter, he no longer associated with his father, grandfather, or any other damned Kikuchi maniacs. Soon after, he moved to England, with some vague ideas about finding and confronting his mother. Sadly, it turned out that she’d died a few years back. Nonetheless, Hoshio stayed in her homeland, working as a hunter while finding information about her. He discovered her remaining family, who was entirely mundane, and did not approve of whatever they thought she had been involved in. He caught up with some of her old acquaintances and co-workers, who revealed to him various tidbits about his mother. Even after his self-claimed mission to learn what he could about her, Hoshio stayed in England, mainly because the newly discovered freedom and lack of any undesirable associations was great. However, at 27, he was called back to Japan due to the emerging youkai situation, where he’s been ever since.

Inventory: His mother’s journal. Contains both professional and personal musings (about devils, her colleagues, acquaintances, family, and life).

[Lonewolf685]

The Warped Reality

Name: Rufus.
Title: The Warped Reality.
Age: Indeterminate.
Gender: Unknown.
Race: Eldritch Horror.

Abilities:
Rufus can perform one act with complete mastery, such that for any other being to even attempt it without complete dedication to the art instills upon him an unfathomable enmity for them. Rufus is without peer in the creation of Portals. It is how he entered reality, after all, and it this ability that marks his place as a terror upon the world.

Shape. Diameter. Duration. Distance. Location. Time. No factor not perceived or conceived can limit the creation of his portals, such that reality itself bends like a servant supplicating before its sovereign usurper.

Personality:
A sloven being enraptured with the mortals occupying a tiny speck in the grand cosmic opera occupying a single channel amidst countless possibilities. He carries himself casually, inviting ridicule from his shameless ways as he indulges in laziness, vagrancy, and petty pranks. A being who would life no finger in his own defense should a mugger see him stabbed in the gutter for a loaf of moldy bread, only to laugh through closing wounds at the cruelty humans can visit upon one another when pushed to their lowest points.

Rufus is mercurial, prone to long bouts of lounging only to be struck by the indomitable need to enter action, pursuing a rush like a man possessed at the expense of all else, before crawling away to a sofa dumped upon the highest peak of a rancid scrapyard.

Background:
An outsider among both Demons and Humans, he exists amidst the dregs of both, mingling at his leisure and twisting them both for his pleasure. Holding little to no martial or magical might, he looks a gnat antagonizing even novice Devil Hunters, yet not a one has survived to tell tale of him that didn't go without the distinct impression it was only at his amusement they carried onwards.

For all good heroes know that their stories can meet a sudden and anti-climactic end should a writer put pen to paper those most dreaded words, "Rocks fall, the party dies."

And Rufus is never far from a healthy supply of large boulders.

[Flood]

Maria Zacarias

"Yes, yes! I'm going to make this a beatdown that we'll remember for the rest of our lives! Let's samba!"

Maria Zacarias, Amada de Hunahpu

• Age: 23

• Division: South American Branch

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• Class/Species: Devil Bringer

• Weaponry:
Hunahphu and Xbalanque: Hunahphu and Xblanque are a macuahuitl and round wooden shield respectively, both adorned with almost molecular sharp obsidian blades and spikes sticking out from the flat sides. At first glance they only appear to be decorative symbols at best, objects that have never seen battle and belong in a museum more than they do in the hands of a warrior, but in truth both Hunahphu and Xblanque have been enchanted with powerful magic from an age long long past. Hunahphu channels the power of the Sun much like it's namesake, flames roaring to life along it's obsidian edges to scorch the flesh of any demon or monster that would make the mistake of crossing Maria's path. Meanwhile Xblanque is an incredibly powerful shield channeling the power of the Moon, taking the full force of whatever comes it's way and throwing it back ten fold at the attacker in a transient moonlight beam. And finally, both Hunahphu and Xblanque have the ability to enforce mortality upon the immortal, both weapons designed to deal with the demons known as the Xibalba and other immortals of their ilk.

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• Personality: A thrill seeking woman with little shame, Maria acts like she fights for the good of humanity, but many can easily tell that the only reason she's fighting is because it's more fun than simply working a 9-5 desk job for the rest of her life. She's outgoing and easy to get along with for most, the only exception being those who are exceptionally dour and are actively opposed to being happy. And even then she's not gonna leave you alone so easily, that kind of attitude just makes her want to try even harder.

Beneath her cheery exterior however, she often worries if anything she does truly matters. Maria feels she makes much more of an impact as a Devil Hunter than she ever would as a normal person, but she still worries about the legacy she'll leave behind after she's gone, and if she'll be remembered by future generations. Heavy stuff.

• Background: It was a rather gloomy evening when Maria had her first encounter with the entities known as the Xibalba, monsters long ago sealed beneath the earth by the Hero Twins of legend. A lot of things happened that night, up to and including the unsealing of a pair of legendary artifacts, the near destruction of all of Mexico City, and a vicious battle that would surely go down in history if anyone was around to witness it. But nobody was around to witness it, nobody save for one man from the South American branch of the Devil Hunters.

He saw potential in this crazy teen who was willing to fight to save her city, so he gave her the classic option. One, he could wipe her memories and she could go on living a normal life, unaware of what lurked in the shadows. Or, she could join the Devil Hunters. The choice was easy for Maria, who was so dissatisfied with her mundane life that she probably would have punched the man out if the choice wasn't offered. And so 8 years of this kind of life went by, traveling all over South America to slay demons and monsters, saving the innocent and having a good time while doing it. Definitely beat sitting behind a desk for eight hours a day.

Recently the call went out for Devil Hunters to begin gathering in Japan, large amounts of yokai beginning to overwhelm their meager numbers. And well, Maria was getting pretty tired of South America. So she bought a plane ticket to Japan and headed out, only just remembering to tell her superiors after having landed in Tokyo. Whoops?

• Inventory: Wings of Kukulkan: An intricate snake pendant hanging off a necklace around her neck, simply focusing on it summons a pair of fiery wings from her back that allows her to take flight.

[samakama]

Limen

• Appearance:

Tsurime

• Name: Limen, although he uses aliases liberally when among humans.

• Title: ‘Thought Experiment’, some call him; at times disparagingly.

• Age: 150 years or so, maybe a bit less.

• Species: Daemon, but a non-supernatural one, or so he insists. Prefers this antiquated spelling over the usual ‘demon’.

• Abilities: The creation and manipulation of barriers. Any physical thing which Limen does not allow to pass through his barriers, be it a planet or a particle, will reflect off. Under their aegis, no conventional calamity or cataclysm could cause harm. But this absolute protection does not extend to the spiritual or the supernatural — the slightest touch from a blessed weapon will break any barrier, large or small, and many ghosts and devils will be able to bypass the barriers some way or another.

• Personality: Limen’s purpose and overarching motivation is the decrease of entropy. Unlike a certain cat-like alien mascot, however, the heat death of the universe is of no consequence — he himself does not know why this cause compels him so. It is the way it is. His methods can be indirect, however — irrelevant-looking acts like ‘gaining knowledge’ and ‘encouraging the reproduction of living organisms’ also count as steps toward his goal.

He is aware of and understands human concepts of ethics and morality, at least intellectually, but does not see himself or his ‘research’ as bound to such principles. Eating humans unnecessarily isn’t his style, though cannibalising the occasional demon to strengthen himself is totally reasonable if he predicts that it would decrease entropy more than a potential alliance. Making swathes of land uninhabitable is fair game as well, and if something or someone happens to walk into the wrong barrier, the wrong way — well, they’re on their own. Humanity as a collective whole, however, fascinates him.

• Background: Born from the restless musings of learned men, what would one day become Limen was initially a formless being, more concept than entity. A hypothetical, a what-if that was never meant to be realised. As the wisest among the mortals continued to ponder and discuss his nature, the being became more and more concrete, an individual emerging from the philosophers’ jumbled theories and thoughts. And so was born a daemon.

This daemon did not have a name at first. He meandered around man’s cities and towns, like a mere mindless spirit driven solely by his ultimate duty. Yet over time, exposure to human society would eventually lead Limen to take on some of the mannerisms and habits of humanity; feelings, reasoning, beliefs, identity, names. Desiring to grow more in the likeness of man, he sought a physical body. First, he was a crystal, a lattice of carbon in an endlessly repeating pattern. Then he was an ashen twig, a gravestone lichen, a timid mouse, a proud boar. As he grew closer in stature to the humans who he so wished to imitate, so too did his wisdom and power increase.

By the turn of the century, Limen was ready. From dust and air he began crafting a new body in the image of man. Soil and seawater were passed through innumerable and transient barriers, broken down and remade into human DNA, human proteins, cells, tissues, organs — until at last, after decades of uninterrupted labour, he could rest. When the work was complete, he entered the body, gave it life, and thus took on human flesh. With the blood coursing through his veins as testament, the daemon Limen had become a worldly, finite creature, inseparably bound to his human body.

In this fragile form he would traverse the globe, walking across oceans and continents when no better transportation could be found. When circumnavigating the Earth and spelunking in its nether regions no longer offered much to gain in information, he began experimentation of his own. The methods which had given birth to him were the organs and instruments through which he would learn. This research could grow destructive, and would every now and then draw the Devil Hunters’ attention. That was fine. Even they had difficulties pursuing him up past the ozone layer or down to the abyssal plains. And so the work continued for many decades.

Having recently returned from a sojourn on the Moon, curiosity led Limen to take a gander at the supposed boom in Japan’s devil population and catch up on the latest advancements in demonology first-hand.

• Other: Limen is gradually getting used to the ubiquitous fruits of the digital revolution, which exploded in pace during his extraterrestrial sabbatical. The ever-accelerating rate at which information is being produced pleases him.

[Dreaming One]

Haruka Ashikaga

Apperance

• Name: Haruka Ashikaga
• Title: Gaze that stares back.
• Age: Physical appearance is 25, spiritual age is unknown.
• Species: Mirror demon

• Personality: A daughter of the influential businessman, an inheritor of the rich company. Charming, smart, cunning, polite - the impression Haruka usually gives to her business partners of hers during the business meetings. Ever since her father’s mysterious death she stepped into the presidential position and she has shown herself quite capable of leading the international company not only afloat in the aggressive and violent seas of world trading, but also lead it into even more fruitful prosperity than before, and at such a young age! She is seen as a wunderkind of the business world by many, as well as a capable partner and reliable strategist.

That is on the surface glance. Not that many in the world of the money float are very interested in looking at people beyond their everyday appearances. Not that many who desired and managed to see deeper into her were to tell that story to the world, or to anyone for that matter. None of them survived. Some of them were happy to see death as their liberation.

Haruka Ashikaga is not what she seems, due to her not being herself, or not in fact what she was. It is a doppelganger of Haruka Ashikaga, a reflection that came from behind the mirror glass which gazed back onto her and took her place, stripping her of her personality and agency over herself. A demon of no name, no physical shape - just an eye that looks back, a parasitic gaze which stares back from the reflection, from the deeper corners of oneself and shapes up into the reality in the shape of the appearance in which it looked. An appearance which hides a sadistic mind and hunger, a demon with a passionate love of knives and keen to play with her food and her prey. A demon who takes enjoyment in control over humans, whom she sees no more than cattle, with maybe a few notable exceptions.

• Background: Original Haruka Ashikaga is not a specifically good person, if she is to be judged and described by the people surrounding her - that would be people who mainly whoever worked for her and her father. Growing up in a strict authoritative family with a clear access to various luxurious pleasures and entertainments she grew up into being possessive and as an authoritative person with a clear lack of tolerance and patience towards things she could’ve seen as a disturbance to her own existence.

Said emotional disruption attracted the hunger of the Eye - the most basic manifestation of the Mirror Demon. It lurked through the reflective shapes of the city and the various traces of emotion and existence Haruka has left; finding the shape of her existence a fine vessel in order to manifest itself into the physical world. The Eye kept on watching her, appearing in the mirrors, water puddles, surfaces of screens and glasses - a black shaped gaze with a red swirl on the place of the eye pupil, appearing in the most obscure spots of the reflections, on the corner of being seen by an eye, but still noticeable, driving feart into Haruka’s mind. A fear that sprayed over her mind in the opening for the gaze to creep over her, seek out the deeper corners of her mind and her past: everything she was, the demon started to reflect onto itself, starting to construct the doppleganger.

And one day when the girl saw her face reflected in the glass of water, she saw the gaze with the balck on its eyes reflecting back at her, and from there she lost her rights to own her identity to the Mirror Demon. A doppleganger shifted places with her - a better version of herself driven by the malice of the demon with Haruka herself disappearing with no trace to be found. Doppelganger took her identity, her past, present and future; while being smarter, sharper at words and noticing details, and way greater in her hunger to torment the human kin.

Though to the unknown observer one could’ve find the personality of Haruka’s taking a turn for the better - the girl became less impulsive, more charming to the people unknown to her; even though this softer and more polite appearance hid under it a deep mania and bloodlust, as well as cold shaped strive for power. Mysterious accident of Haruka’s father crashing in his car was of course no coincidence as well as some other mysterious disappearances of people whom she considered a threat. Or whom she considered a pretty snack for her desires.

• Inventory: Except for the usual number of items natural to have for somebody in the high echelons of international business - be it a set of expensive hand-made suits, smartphones (plural), diaries and else - she always carries knives with herself. A lot of knives.

• Abilities:
-Mirror walking
Being a creature of reflections and a demon of mirrors, Haruka even in her physical shape can use mirrored reflections to move around. It is not using mirrors themselves, but rather a reflection they provide for Haruka to shift her position towards the point which the mirrored surface reflects. In order to do it, she has to have the wanted angle of the reflection in her sight.

-Mirror piercing
With the same kind of framework Haruka is capable of using her prime weapon - knives - in order to attack from the reflective surfaces: via knife blades appearing from said reflections with a sharp piercing motion.

-Knife wielding
Aside from her more supernatural abilities, Haruka is simply well trained with using knives as a weapon - both in close combat and throwing them at her enemies. She as well can use the reflections knives have on the surface of the blade to use her abilities.

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Esil

• Appearance:

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• Name:

Esil Idott

• Age:

24

• Division:

Japanese Branch

• Class/Species:

Devil Feeder

• Abilities:

Physical Prowess - A trained body and a trained mind, Esil is physically capable to compete on par with her peers.

• Personality:

Easily swayed to follow others, Esil doesn't seem to have much ambition or idea of what all may be going on. Though, always relaxed and chilled to an easy vibe; nothing seems able to faze her either. Some may wonder why she is here in the first place, a seemingly poor fit to carry out the duties she's been ordered to; but thanks to her lax nature she's been highly capable to see the jobs done to the end without any hiccups.

• Background:

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"Here's your hot cocoa, miss. Let me know if there's anything else I could get you. There may be snow outside, but we have plenty of refills."
There wasn't much of a reply from the blonde sitting alone, but she didn't expect any. It was a late night all around and she could only wonder what a girl as young as her was doing out so late. Any more than idle guesses was above the pocket change she received as payment for 'honest' work. Of course, she had nothing bad to say about her job; but there just wasn't anything to say period. Except that her time working here had come to an end as she had been able to get a new job elsewhere in the city. To night was her last night working this diner; just as soon as their last customer left and she finished cleaning up.

Not another soul entered the diner, though the waitress did wake to the sound of a small bell jingling. Having dozed off in shift, she looked to see her guest had just left. Walking around the counter to clean off the table which the girl sat, she collected the tab and the receipt. Changing out of her work attire and greeted the morning shift worker one final time. Leaving through the back as the second blonde left this job for another; wooden sword in hand as she took her first deep breath as part of her new life.

• Inventory:

Hand wraps - work out bandages covering her hands to help with padding and keeping her grip.
Wooden sword - Her weapon of choice, she has exception experience in wielding.
Holster belt bag - Her choice of purse. Easy place to store things, tied around her skirt. Has a latch to keep things from falling out.