Antediluvixen

Heartbreaker - A KILLER Isekai Adventure

I await judgement and I have rewritten this sheet three times now.

Existential Horror Here We Gooooooooooooo

The Sword Demon, Medai

Age:

ᴇʀʀ.ɪɴᴛᴇɢᴇʀ.ᴏᴠᴇʀꜰʟᴏᴡ

Race:

Demon

"I don’t remember any of your faces."

Background:

”It is surprising that I need an introduction, great Demon Lord! I am Medai, one of the most powerful Demons in existence - er, before the incident with the sword, at any rate. Can you… get someone on that? Er - fine. I, Medai, am a Demon of origins so sufficiently ancient, and ultimately irrelevant, that… I don’t actually remember them anymore, to be frank. Was I mortal once? Born of mortal souls? Perhaps I was one of those fools that bitch of a goddess brings here to cause mischief? Who the fuck knows - and what’s more, who the fuck cares? Nobody remembers it anyway except the goddess herself. She made sure of that. You don’t. I certainly don’t. Ye- yes, I know, I’m sorry, you’re pressed for time and I still have this chunk of a sword in my chest!"

The Sword Demon, Medai, is one of the oldest Demons still in existence. A former Demon Lord in her own right - and an unusually powerful one, at that, her dominion stretched far and wide over the realm at its height before her downfall. As always, a chosen hero from a faraway land rose up against her, accumulating the strength and skill necessary to oppose her. And with the Goddess’ intervention, he succeeded - at great cost. The Goddess’ champion was killed in the act, but he had succeeded, and the Demon Lord Medai was cast down from her lofty perch, her achievements in tatters. But that was not enough for the Goddess, and Medai was punished still further by Her hand. She was not killed. Rather, her mind was torn from her and she was cast down to the bottom of the heap to claw her way back to power, to claw back the shattered remnants of her identity. And then the next Demon Lord fell - and the process repeated itself. Medai’s mind was stripped bare, flensed of memory and dream and everything but a bare, pathetic shard of her core being.

Even this was not safe, it turned out. With each cycle it is slowly stripped away. Medai has long forgotten her own true name, and adopted the moniker given to her by others. She tried everything - she delved into the mysteries of the arcane and sealed her soul within a phylactery greater than any that had come before. And yet, when the Demon Lord fell, so too was this phylactery destroyed in totality. Her soul returned to her even more fragmented than before. The next time, she sided with the Goddess’ chosen hero, seeking to escape her punishment even if it meant bending the knee to the goddess and her chosen pets.

And yet, she awoke the broken slave of that same hero. Centuries of memory destroyed in an instant once again, for nothing would sate the petty vindictiveness of the Goddess against one of her greatest former enemies.

Medai has devoted herself entirely to the triumph of the demons as a result. She is obsessed with a rematch. She wants, more than anything, to reclaim some sense of peace. She clings to a tiny, shriveled core of who she once was out of a howling cosmic terror of once more being stripped of her identity, she she might some day be reduced to nothing more than 'the disgraced living weapon'. But it seems she has slowly become accustomed to it. It seems her ultimate fear will never be realized, for such would deprive the Goddess of her sick, vengeful fun. She remains obsessed with her downfall, however, and remains loyal to the present Demon Lord for no reason beyond wishing to stave off the resetting of her mind once more.

”Oh, right, the sword. Well. The shard of it that remains. You… you already know that, though, don’t you? “The Great Hero of Veradan” they called him. One of those twits that keeps causing havoc here and ruining our plans. An unusually powerful one, at that. Well, I tracked him down and defeated his party - an unexpected challenge, at that! And, well, I was trying to tell him about our generous benefits package and great work-life balance if he’d just turn on that giant prick of a goddess and what does the bastard do? Calls me a ‘communist whore’ and stabs me in the chest with some holy dagger the old tart gave him! I didn’t even know what a communist was, at that point. Guess they thought it’d kill me. Holy sword through the heart will kill most things, that’s true. Hah! Guess they didn’t count on me! It’s.. it’s still there, though. Like I’m not dead obviously but it blocks most of my power. Damn inconvenience."

Skills and Abilities:

"You pathetic little craven swine! If I didn't have this sword in my chest, I could level this entire city in a heartbeat! You should be grateful I didn’t do more damage!"

"And that is why you still have the sword in your chest."

Medai is, first and foremost, possibly one of the single greatest combatants to have ever lived - certainly one of if not the greatest to live in the present day. She is a formidable combatant, having slain entire armies single handedly, reduced many a destined hero to a fine red smear upon the stonework. It is a futile, pointless endeavor to try and quantify the full extent of her martial ability. Even with the shard of a sword in her chest cutting her off from the bulk of her power, Medai can move at such speeds it seems the very air itself explodes around her. She can resist an attack the likes of which would reduce the finest enchanted armor to naught but molten slag. Over the years, and in her prime as a Demon Lord in her own right, she was recognized widely as a prodigious talent in numerous fields. But that time is gone, and there is none to remember it. Medai and the Goddess are the only ones who do - and only the Goddess truly remembers. As such, Medai’s skillset almost entirely revolves around combat. She possesses some shape changing abilities, a highly intelligent mind - or the shards of one, anyway, a sharp tongue, and more. She has, however, refrained from investing her time into many specific skills. What point is there in once more becoming an artist whose works bring tears to the eye of the beholder - if all of that will be burned to ash and dust and scattered to the stars once more? If only someone would remove the shard of this sword… and if only she could defeat the Goddess, once and for all…

Quips:

The Sword Demon Medai is completely unlike what most who hear of her expect. Instead of a towering agent of destruction or otherworldly being - she appears almost mortal. She is, however, a far more pitiful creature than would be expected. Many describe her as simply “crazy”, but that fails to truly account for her. Medai lives in constant terror every day of losing her identity and sense of self all over again. Brought low long ago by a destined hero, chosen by the goddess against whom she still fights, Medai has been cursed with a fate worse than death. So what can one do in such a scenario but laugh?

Apparently, though, she’s still the bad guy.

“You can’t spell laughter without slaughter! Er, no, wait, I got that one mixed up.”

“So they have this thing called pizza tha- no it’s not a SOUP.”

This is the music I wrote her sheet to, I guess, Lappland good for soul

Heartbreaker - A KILLER Isekai Adventure

b-but shoggoths were created as a slave race by the elder things not as spawn of Shub-Niggura-

Name Change Request

Hello, I'd like to request a change of my username to Lady Lascivious as that's the handle I've come to use elsewhere now. Thank you ^-^

Heartbreaker - A KILLER Isekai Adventure

I watch an anime about once every two years and only saw this because Yam showed me but my operating understanding is we're the assortment of assholes who the Destined Hero must fight against with his OP plz nerf bullshit isekai powers to get the four magic crystal dildos that will open the portal to the demon realm and blah blah blah

The cackling demon lady who makes the whole battlefield explode, the human henchman who moves faster than a human physically should be able, etc - that's our gaggle of misfits. Some of us have assuredly done this song and dance more than once, too.

Heartbreaker - A KILLER Isekai Adventure

It's time for hot demon lady yes yes yes good

An Unseasonable Chill

Hanako stared at the young man - Elias had been his name if she recalled correctly - with visible confusion and no small amount of dismay. As best as she could tell, he was discussing... some strange supernatural forces he believed to be in the area. Monsters. Mythological monsters. She shook her head in disbelief, and gladly accepted the offer of a cigarette from the other man - Jake, Hank, Dave... something like that.

She fished a lighter from a jacket pocket, fumbling with the thick gloves that covered her hands to get it to burn. "Tell me," She said, looking at Elias with an expression that was equal parts humor and confusion. "They die from bullet, yes? I am not thi- I do not think it will be problem." She shook her head. "We have better things to do than stand here talking about fantasy monsters! Boy we are looking for is probably dying or dead."

She looked to Jake, then to Hattie. "I am not from here. How are these people like?"

An Unseasonable Chill

Hanako watched the rest of the group as they introduced themselves, one by one. Certainly, this group was... well, she had never met their like back home, that was for sure. But then even in a short time here she'd changed significantly as well. She could at least string together more than basic sentences in English, for a start. She certainly had never imagined she'd be carrying a gun around at some point in her life.

All the same there was just no shaking the uneasy feeling she got from being in an area so... remote. The relative silence and... absence of stimulation of this place still got on her nerves. No constant bustle of humanity around her. No street food stalls. No ever-present sound of cars. No guarantee of cell reception. It was like a comforting blanket she had spent her whole life beneath had been stripped away, and now it was cold and dry and alien.

A thought occurred to her, now. Another potential problem she would have to defer to the locals about. "I do not know if these are right words in English but... dangerous animals? Are there any?"

An Unseasonable Chill

Clad in a long heavy winter coat, a fur-lined Russian hat - the exact term escaping her, warm insulated pants, and a thick woolen scarf wrapped loosely around her neck and face, Hanako Kurosawa nevertheless shivered in the bitter cold of the New Hampshire winter. One would have thought that after a year in the United States, the bitter cold might have lost some of its bite - but no such fortune was afforded her. The first sight of snow, in Ohio, had been a shock for sure. Sure, she knew about snow - who the fuck didn't, outside of uncontacted tribes in the Amazon? But actually feeling that bitter cold against her skin after a lifetime living in balmy Osaka where she couldn't even recall the temperature ever dipping below freezing, that had been a new experience for sure. She was grateful for the heavy woolen coat that hung on her shoulders, keeping away the worst of the cold.

Only every other word of the small town's sheriff filtered through to her, positioned as she was at the rear of the crowd, but she heard enough to get the gist. Shivering through the speech, she turned her attention towards the small groups that began to form at the end at its conclusion, weighing up the townsfolk - perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of her sperm-donor. But she was lying to herself. She was here out of genuine concern for the missing man. In weather like this? She doubted he would ever be found alive, but abandoning him without a real effort would be unconscionable. And so she stood in the square, shivering.

At last only she and a small group were left, and she looked the five people she had been lumped in together with with a skeptical eye.

"Hi, I am Kurosaw- Hanako Kurosawa." She said after a moment's silence, her accented words muffled by the scarf that covered her face. She frowned, and briefly pulled down the scarf to speak more clearly. "Not the best way to meet new people, is it?"

An Unseasonable Chill

Hanako Kurosawa

Hanako Kurosawa



| Music | Uncertainty | Guns| Abandonment |

Physical Description: At 157cm and 55kg with long, wavy black hair, Hanako Kurosawa would be entirely unremarkable were it not for her disposition and manner of dress. She wears a slightly oversized leather jacket with her band’s name and logo emblazoned on the front in white. Underneath are myriad tattoos acquired before her band’s breakup, and minor scars and burns from time spent working odd jobs before the band.
Age: 25

Relationship with Hildon: Almost none. Hanako has followed the trail of breadcrumbs about the whereabouts of her father to the town - and run out of leads. She has remained within the town for some time, trying to track down someone, anyone who can put her back on his tail.

Occupation: Unemployed. Formerly lead vocalist and additional guitarist of the underground metal band Flaming Hot Death Cocks until the band’s breakup, continued solo for a time.

Useful Supplies:

• Glock 20, plenty of spare ammunition
• 1000 Lumen tactical flashlight with swappable batteries.
• Stockpile of non-perishable foods within her van.
• A large military surplus backpack and thick warm clothes.

Less-Useful Supplies:

• Bass guitar and equipment.
• Personal massager
• A spare leather jacket.
• A small collection of American liquors.
• A pair of aviator sunglasses.
• A laptop with thousands of hours of music.

Backstory: Hanako Kurosawa was born in 1984 in Osaka, Japan. Her mother, Fumiko Kurosawa, was a student in her final year of college, and her father an unknown American tourist, whose name her mother never knew. Hanako never asked, nor received, specific details beyond that her ‘father’ had sabotaged the condom, before disappearing the next day. Barred from getting an abortion by strict, conservatively minded parents, Fumiko did her best to conceal the pregnancy and child, but struggled to make ends meet as a single parent. She found finding meaningful employment difficult, despite her excellent grades and promising performance. As a result, young Hanako grew up in difficult circumstances. Her grades were poor, and her attitude even worse. Her mother tried to love her, and did the best she could for her daughter, but the bond between parent and child never truly blossomed.

Hanako failed entrance exams to college, to the surprise of almost nobody and the disgust of her grandparents. She quickly fell into bad habits, working in porn on the weekends and underpaid, shitty jobs during the week - until her lucky break.

Hanako had always held a fascination with music, and had taught herself to play the guitar. At 21 years old, she was contacted by an old friend with a proposition to form a metal band. The going was slow at first, but though they never found widespread mainstream appeal they succeeded in attaining moderate success that allowed Hanako to finally live in a proper apartment, and begin saving up money. She thrived during this time, screaming her heart out into a microphone in nightclubs and minor venues to cheering crowds. Her lyrics became well known among fans, and her antics onstage even moreso. She became notorious for her anti-establishment, anti-authority views, and they influenced her work. Life, however, was going swimmingly, even through the recession, until the band’s breakup in 2008. Creative differences, coupled with poorly timed arguments and disagreements, lead to each of the band members going their separate ways. The others found employment in other bands, or in steady non-musical work, while Hanako tried and failed to recruit new talent to the band.

She continued on as a solo performance, until a fan who had remembered her life story accosted her one night in July of 2008. He pressed a handful of photographs into her hand, insisting that he was her half brother. He claimed that her father had married and lived life happily for a few years after returning to the US, but had openly bragged to his son about his ‘escapades’ in Japan, including names. After much research online, the man had become convinced of their relation - confirmed when she showed the photographs to her mother. His father, however, had recently abandoned the family and seemingly vanished into thin air.

Hanako immediately set off for the US, expecting to find the man relatively quickly. Ethan Mills was his name.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Hanako had purchased a used van and retrofitted it for her purposes, living out of it and occasionally performing in local nightclubs for spare cash and to take her mind off things. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she found him - attack him? Beat him to a pulp? Ask him why?

She traveled all across the United States trying to find the man. At one point finding herself at a gun range in Ohio, adrenaline pumping in her veins, purchasing her first handgun and ammunition - something completely inconceivable only a year prior, and made a point to practice with it whenever possible. She drifted aimlessly for some months, cushioned by a generous savings account from the success of Flaming Hot Death Cocks. The trail of clues seemed to have run dry - until in April, she found a lead once more that lead to the small town of Hildon, New Hampshire. Expecting… something, it seemed promising at first - but beyond a small smattering of information indeed confirming he had lived there for some months, there was nothing. She lingered in the town for some time, insistent that there must be more to it.

An Unseasonable Chill

Hanako Kurosawa

Hanako Kurosawa



| Music | Uncertainty | Guns| Abandonment |

Physical Description: At 157cm and 55kg with long, wavy black hair, Hanako Kurosawa would be entirely unremarkable were it not for her disposition and manner of dress. She wears a slightly oversized leather jacket with her band’s name and logo emblazoned on the front in white. Underneath are myriad tattoos acquired before her band’s breakup, and minor scars and burns from time spent working odd jobs before the band.
Age: 25

Relationship with Hildon: Almost none. Hanako has followed the trail of breadcrumbs about the whereabouts of her father to the town - and run out of leads. She has remained within the town for some time, trying to track down someone, anyone who can put her back on his tail.

Occupation: Unemployed. Formerly lead vocalist and additional guitarist of the underground metal band Flaming Hot Death Cocks until the band’s breakup, continued solo for a time.

Useful Supplies:

• Glock 20, plenty of spare ammunition
• 1000 Lumen tactical flashlight with swappable batteries.
• Stockpile of non-perishable foods within her van.
• A large military surplus backpack and thick warm clothes.

Less-Useful Supplies:

• Bass guitar and equipment.
• Personal massager
• A spare leather jacket.
• A small collection of American liquors.
• A pair of aviator sunglasses.
• A laptop with thousands of hours of music.

Backstory: Hanako Kurosawa was born in 1984 in Osaka, Japan. Her mother, Fumiko Kurosawa, was a student in her final year of college, and her father an unknown American tourist, whose name her mother never knew. Hanako never asked, nor received, specific details beyond that her ‘father’ had sabotaged the condom, before disappearing the next day. Barred from getting an abortion by strict, conservatively minded parents, Fumiko did her best to conceal the pregnancy and child, but struggled to make ends meet as a single parent. She found finding meaningful employment difficult, despite her excellent grades and promising performance. As a result, young Hanako grew up in difficult circumstances. Her grades were poor, and her attitude even worse. Her mother tried to love her, and did the best she could for her daughter, but the bond between parent and child never truly blossomed.

Hanako failed entrance exams to college, to the surprise of almost nobody and the disgust of her grandparents. She quickly fell into bad habits, working in porn on the weekends and underpaid, shitty jobs during the week - until her lucky break.

Hanako had always held a fascination with music, and had taught herself to play the guitar. At 21 years old, she was contacted by an old friend with a proposition to form a metal band. The going was slow at first, but though they never found widespread mainstream appeal they succeeded in attaining moderate success that allowed Hanako to finally live in a proper apartment, and begin saving up money. She thrived during this time, screaming her heart out into a microphone in nightclubs and minor venues to cheering crowds. Her lyrics became well known among fans, and her antics onstage even moreso. She became notorious for her anti-establishment, anti-authority views, and they influenced her work. Life, however, was going swimmingly, even through the recession, until the band’s breakup in 2008. Creative differences, coupled with poorly timed arguments and disagreements, lead to each of the band members going their separate ways. The others found employment in other bands, or in steady non-musical work, while Hanako tried and failed to recruit new talent to the band.

She continued on as a solo performance, until a fan who had remembered her life story accosted her one night in July of 2008. He pressed a handful of photographs into her hand, insisting that he was her half brother. He claimed that her father had married and lived life happily for a few years after returning to the US, but had openly bragged to his son about his ‘escapades’ in Japan, including names. After much research online, the man had become convinced of their relation - confirmed when she showed the photographs to her mother. His father, however, had recently abandoned the family and seemingly vanished into thin air.

Hanako immediately set off for the US, expecting to find the man relatively quickly. Ethan Mills was his name.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Hanako had purchased a used van and retrofitted it for her purposes, living out of it and occasionally performing in local nightclubs for spare cash and to take her mind off things. She didn’t know what she was going to do when she found him - attack him? Beat him to a pulp? Ask him why?

She traveled all across the United States trying to find the man. At one point finding herself at a gun range in Ohio, adrenaline pumping in her veins, purchasing her first handgun and ammunition - something completely inconceivable only a year prior, and made a point to practice with it whenever possible. She drifted aimlessly for some months, cushioned by a generous savings account from the success of Flaming Hot Death Cocks. The trail of clues seemed to have run dry - until in April, she found a lead once more that lead to the small town of Hildon, New Hampshire. Expecting… something, it seemed promising at first - but beyond a small smattering of information indeed confirming he had lived there for some months, there was nothing. She lingered in the town for some time, insistent that there must be more to it.