[CHAR] Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

[TheFake]

Sheridan Black

Sheridan Black

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"If you're still afraid while fighting for your life then you're not fighting hard enough."

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Name

Sheridan Black

Age

21 years living and 208 dead

Gender

Female

Race

Undead

Height

5'11"

Weight

125lb

Aliases/Titles

"The Spiced Reaper"

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Appearance

Personality

Being dead has given Sheridan a much more jovial outlook on 'life' than she had ever had while living. In life she was angry an violent but since her death she has wiped the slate clean and given her a much more positive outlook. A century of life has shown her how much larger the world is than just what she experiences and it is now her goal to enjoy as much of it as she can.

Her attempts at being optimistic often fail. Her existence is a lonely one, friendships few and brief. Sometimes she thinks she might welcome an end to her life but fears in death the end that she never did in life.

Background

A lifetime of practicing her craft ended for Sheridan Black with several long inches of cold steel run through her chest after she was (rightly) accused of witchcraft. As her heart stopped beating she whispered a death curse that tore out and killed her attacker where he stood, robbing him of the rest of his life. In return she survived as an undead but cut off from her former power. Sheridan continues her existence by stealing the remaining life from those about to die.

Her mission now is the same as it was in life. She uses whatever means she has access to to help people and to hunt the supernatural things that plague them. Her long lifespan has given her access to great financial means in order to further her goals. Sheridan has the means to operate anywhere in the world and reach any destination within a day. She volunteers to take on jobs overseas that the local chasers might need help with.

Powers

Sheridan is dead in the clinical sense. She doesn't eat, breath or sleep. Her body also doesn't decay nor heal, it retains the characteristics of a fresh corpse. Her muscles are as tireless as she is and are unnaturally strong.

Any light damage her body can recover from given time, she repairs any greater damage that her body takes with needle and thread, often taking pieces from fresh corpses that are reanimated with the same power that keeps her body moving.

Her continued existence is fueled by the life force that she takes from the dying, stealing from them the life that sickness or injury otherwise would.

Skills

Guns - A lack of heartbeat and fatigue make her a formidable marksman. Her aim never wavers and her arms never tire of holding her weapon. A lack of fatigue also means her mind if always focused on the task at hand.

Swords - While not technically proficient with a blade she is competent enough for her endless stamina to outlast most opponents as long as they don't vastly outclass her in skill or strength.

Weapons

Assault rifle - She sees modern weaponry as excessive when compared to what was available in her own time but that doesn't mean that she won't make use of it. Firearms are viewed as a crutch to help her compensate for the loss of her powers.

Sword - A slender straight sword that matches its user.

Equipment

Car - A matte black Nissan GT-R. The trunk carries other weapons for long range and more dangerous threats as the situation demands, things that aren't practical to carry around in public.

Clove spice - Sheridan uses the scent of cloves to mask the slight scent of death that surrounds her. In recent years it is also a sure sign of impending doom for anything that might have cause to fear becoming her next target.

[RyuShura]

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Name: "My name? Hm... Sate, yes, I like that one."

Title: The Endless Maw

Gender: Male.

Age: Approx. 20 years.

Height: 6'4 ft./ 195 cm.

Weight: 563 kg.

Appearance:

Hider

Personality: A clumsy and aloof individual, Sate can often be found wandering around the land enjoying everything there is to life.

Simply put, Sate is a person who wishes to experience everything that can be considered odd, delving in all manners of exotic delicacies and activities without second thought. Living a life like a normal person would be a waste, especially when he is so special.

If something seems interesting, Sate can be sure to indulge in the pursuit once, or twice, but doing something one too many times will bore him. He's always suffered from this facet, a shortcoming that he both loathes and appreciates. But one thing that always satisfies his lust for inner and outward pleasure is the act of taking a life. Such a thing as watching a the life drain from the eyes of a living being is a sight beyond beauty to him. The ecstasy they must feel is something he greatly envies. Of course he doesn't just go around killing willy-nilly, that would be absolutely preposterous. How can he savor the taste of low-brow prey? As such, there are 'conditions' that must be met for him to enact his talents. Furthermore, Sate prides himself in being open-minded to deviancy and perversion. Being a product of oddity in itself, he can relate to those shunned by greater society, but certain acts cannot be forgiven, no matter the reasoning. As such, his victims are only those who he deems ugly and unfit for the pleasures of this wondrous world. Often times acting on this peculiar curiosity leads to trouble, but he can't complain, after all, a busy life is a fun one.

His friendly mannerisms hold a stark contrast to his appearance, a cold, almost dead man. Glimpses of a different man can be seen now and then. But he will always deny such a thing.

Short Bio: He is a man of more questions than answers. Whenever anyone asks about his past, he can't really tell them much. This is largely due to the fact that his past memories are all distorted and fuzzy. He doesn't know what is real or what has been forged by his hallucinations. When he was 'recruited' read:captured by the Chasers, they were dumbfounded by his lack of a concurrent background.

A lone father who died decades ago, that is all the information found of the man.

Deciding that he might be a valuable asset, they made the decision to allow him to work under them, so long as he doesn't break the rules of society any longer.

Perhaps is the effect of wandering into the Crimson Sky, the mysterious world beyond ours. Memories of entering when he was a kid is the only untainted scraps he can salvage within his muddled and chaotic thoughts. It is as though Sate is haunted, but no one is able to confirm anything outwardly wrong with him. Living an existence of hallucinations, he wanders the world that constantly warps in and out of reality. Even when there is nothing before him, he can see bloodied scenes that ring with maddening cries. Though they mercilessly attack and drain him, Sate refuses to let these images take control over him. However painful they may be, he will never display it if able. Such occurrences should never dare trace outside the confines of his mind.

A pained laugh is always the way he ends such conversations.

-- "Everyone has something they're scared of, right? Mine is that ticking in my head. The voice I can't close out."

Powers: Sin of the Devourer - In short, Sate is able to consume and absorb anything that enters his mouth, even things that are not physical or completely tangible. Much like his past, he can't recall how he received this strange ability, but remembers waking up and feeling a insatiable gnawing deep within him. Anything he consumes, Sate can select properties to assimilate as it remains in his body, and the more of the same or similar object he eats the stronger he can draw upon its property. He can only keep the properties from a maximum of a few items before needing to get rid of them and making room for more, i.e. regurgitation.

It seems due to the long-term affect of chewing on various hard objects and minerals, his raw physical strength and resistance is very misleading considering his thin stature.

A side effect of this ability, Sate weighs an obscene amount and claims to be constantly drowsy and lethargic.

...But the latter might just be an excuse for being lazy.

Equipment: Carries around a bunch of mementos from places he's been and those he wishes to visit. Sling around his neck is a thin lace adorned by a sizable collection of teeth, and while it seems rather plain to the ordinary eyes, Chasers may be able to identify them from different species of Youkai.

Other: "Huh, you wanna know something about me? Hm. I dunno... I like frogs."

He likes to eat meat and produce raw, it's juicier in his opinion. Sate absolutely rejects eating the flesh of a human. He worries that it he will like it too much.

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[Lonewolf685]

Miranda Sinclair

Name: Miranda Sinclair

”A good Youkai is a terrible thing to waste. Better to record and rehabilitate them.”
Title: The Scholar of Spirits.

“Do I look like a demi-sexual, pan-dimensional, trans-Pac Man, Disaster-kin?”
Gender: Female

”Ara, ara, how rude is it to ask a lady so brusquely? But if I must…”
Age: 26

”Does it really need to be said?”
Height: 6’1” ft.

”This seems rude to just ask...”
Weight: 176lbs.

Miranda and Jeffers

“Oh, you actually want to know about me?”
Personality: A melancholic young woman who expected more out of life than she got. Having found it difficult to find anyone normal who would want to spend extended periods of time with her, she throws herself into the supernatural and spends most of her time expending or trying to commune with the Youkai bound to her treasure. When she rises from her depressed stupors she over-compensates with an overwhelming exuberance that is equally off putting, leaving her right back where she started.

”This is feeling a bit invasive...”
Bio: Miranda was always the kind of person who pined for an escape into the supernatural and fantastic, even before she knew it existed. When she did stumble across the Crimson Sky, Miranda had hoped her entire life would change for the better. Unfortunately things would not be so drastic or saccharine. Comfort was found among the mystery and intrigue of a Chaser's life, but she still couldn't mesh with all the other super powered, Youkai slaughtering, gun toting Chasers.

Youkai, however, never lost their charm for her. With their own diversity and mercurial nature the feeling wasn't always mutual, but she put her best foot forward when dealing with matters of the Crimson Sky. Outside of her night job she bounces from job to job, failing to hold anything down for long. This has contributed to her being a heavy drinker, not that anyone notices since Chasers often hang around bars and cafe's.

Miranda has been drawn to the Maelstrom of Strife in order to find work and meet interesting Youkai to add to her Book of Companions.

Powers: Youkai Summon: Null

Null

A Youkai of substantial physical ability that hungers for the Spiritual Power of Youkai and human alike. While its desire is endless, it is intelligent enough to not go on a rampage and bring down the wrath of the Chasers. It is believed that it allowed itself to be sealed within the Book of Companions in order feed off the Spiritual Power of Youkai targeted by the Hunter’s Association, but since he has been bound to the book since before Miranda came into possession of it this is merely supposition. While perfectly capable of verbal communication, has yet to find reason to do so.

Youkai Summon: Jeffers the Carbuncle : More a pet than a weapon. Can perform minor wind magic through spitting balls of compressed air like the Youkai equivalent of a bean bag fired from a shotgun, but prefers sleeping on Miranda’s shoulder.

Skills:
-Can seemingly live without a steady source of income.
-A depressing drunk, but exceptional tipper.
-Through her Treasure she is able to capture Youkai alive. Makes payment for bounties a bit difficult, but she likes to think at least Spirit Junction appreciates the effort not to kill everything.

”It’s a surprisingly good business giving Youkai piggyback rides into the mundane world. The issue is they never pay in cash...”
Equipment: Book of Companions : A Treasure in the form of a leather bound tome. Capable of storing and sealing Youkai inside of the tome on individual pages as well as releasing them. Youkai kept inside will not suffer the loss of Spiritual Power as they would outside of the Crimson Sky, and are capable to perceive their environment around them. It's possible to communicate so long as their page is open. The Book of Companions doesn’t give the owner control of sealed Youkai beyond being able to release or seal Youkai. There are only two residents of the book that would actually aid the user at the moment, having been dubbed Jeffers the Carbuncle and Null, do so for their own reasons.

Other:
“Sad to say, my love life is deader than disco. Most days it isn’t an issue, or I can cuddle Jeffers and not be bothered, but others it’s just a bit much.”
“I find myself waiting outside the Dangeki Pawn and Parlor Café till night descends because I just want to pretend that cute barista is actually interested in my life beyond being a customer.”
“I wouldn't mind being an elf, but these ears are just a mutation. Sometimes Jeffers nibbles on them.”
"My favorite drink is vodka and coke, but after a few I'll let the bartender talk me into buying the expensive stuff even if I don't like them."

Theme: Elfenlied - Lilium