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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Annnnd I posted! Took me long enough.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Hokkaido- Asarigawa Hot Springs

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Returning to her home country after the grueling, body breaking battle in Rio had turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant one. Made only more pleasant by the fact that, for one rare instance in her life, she had actual money of her own. Great quantities of currency with relatively little human blood on them. The majority deposited in an account Jonas had insisted she set up, instead of carrying around the money with her. Leaving her with a simple plastic card and a thick handful of bills she insisted on keeping.

As soon as they set foot on the soil of Japan, Brown had limped her way to the nearest convenience store to spend her hard earned money for the first time. Buying enough packaged melon bread to fill the entire back seating area of Jonas's jeep, to the point the seats themselves could not be seen.

Sinking into the pile of delicious bread, Brown simply sat back, relaxed, and ate as they road along. Loaf after succulent loaf of melon bread disappeared past her lips as the soft air of her homeland swept past her face. Though her body still ached and popped from the sheer strain she had put it through, Brown was almost entirely at peace.

It felt too much like a dream, traveling without walking alongside people that she had come to consider her friends. Part of Brown became frightened, unwilling to close her eyes even for even the briefest of moments for fear of waking up.

When the jeep finally came to a stop Brown remained firmly seated, willfully ignoring Jonas’s insistence she clean up the sea of wrappers that had collected in the wake of her melon bread genocide. Pressing the last survivors of her treat massacre down her gullet Brown dusted off her hands and climbed out of the jeep, trailing stray melon bread wrappers behind her as she moved.

The announcement reached her ears quickly and she turned to Jonas and Otsuna.

“Why did we come all the way out here to the hot springs and we going to some stupid debriefing? I like hot springs, but robots don’t use hot springs, and I thought we came here to kill more robots.” Brown asked as she approached the two, annoyance and impatience creeping into every word she directed at them.

“MAVERICK is just going to get in the way, along with all the other Nomads. If they know where the robots are let’s just find out and leave so we can kill the robots before anyone else can!”

Brown slammed her knuckles into one another, immediately wincing as last remaining remnants of her injuries crept up on her.

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Tokyo- Stadium

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It had been some time since she left the forest.

Part of Matsu still couldn't believe how much Japan had changed since she was a child. In her youth she had spend decades trekking across the mountains and hills of Japan, so much that at one point she was sure she swore she could never become lost.

Yet walking the rain laden streets of Tokyo the kitsune women found that notion challenged. As she struggled to connect where she had been so many years prior to where she stood.

Open fields of the deepest emerald green grass and villages of thatched roofed homes had been replaced with a twisting maze of asphalt, steel, and neon lights. A transformation so extreme that it was as wondrous as it was frightening.

Many Yokai were torn on the matter, utterly despising how Japan had changed and continued to change. Matsu found herself torn on the matter. The modern cities she was familiar with had their own cold beauty to them, with buildings that towered into the heavens in a chillingly casual fashion all the while complex systems snaked beneath the stone where they walked.

Compared to what Tokyo had been like before, it was a stunning sight.

Yet, Matsu missed the quiet tranquility and carefully garnered beauty that had seemed so much more prevalent before. It pained her to see less and less of the land she was familiar with, and more and more ugly foreign buildings

"If Japan is a garden, it certainly feels like I'm being forced to watch my favorite flowers ripped from the bed to make room for ugly vegetables..." Matsu sighed, captured in the brief melancholy of her thoughts before shaking her head. Rain was thrown from her golden hair and golden furred ears atop her head.

Normally a fox-eared women walking the streets of Tokyo would attract the eyes of every passerby. However to those around her she looked like a normal women, albeit with blond hair and drabber robes.

"That is one thing that hasn't changed." Matsu said comfortingly to herself. "Even if my ancestors and blood bemoan the changes going on, humans have ultimately stayed the same. They're as easy to trick and upset as ever. Well--most of them are anyway."

Matsu's thoughts began to drift. A smile crossed her face as the warm memory of a brown haired girl coiling around the trunk, and her deep insistence that the tree was the fox women in disguise, flooded back to her.

Before she could properly lose herself in the memory however something reached her ears.

Matsu stopped cold in the middle of the sidewalk, her ears flicking up as she was bombarded by noise. Even as rain fell hard around her and the flow of traffic and sidewalk travelers drifted past, the sound of of thousands of heavy feet thundering across the ground was rendered clear in her senses.

Among the movement there was the distant shattering of stone, the rending of steel, and-

The death cries of countless people.

In an instant Matsu kicked off the ground and threw herself onto the side of the nearest building. With a swish of her twin tails the wind beneath her blew upwards, boosting her momentum and carrying her up the entire length of the building until she reached the rooftop. Standing on the edge, high above the streets with rain and wind pelting her face, Matsu looked out across Tokyo with golden eyes.

In the distance she could see smoke, dust, and pulsating lines of things funneling into the stadium like living rivers of murderous stone.

Throwing herself forward Matsu began to jump, bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, clearing the expanses between the increasingly taller buildings until she was perched on a office building just across from the stadium.

As soon as she saw the thundering, moving things moving below the Kitsune felt her heart stop for a moment.

"Those horns-! Are they Oni? No, they can't be. They're all supposed to be-"

Matsu stopped, her ears tilting upwards once again as a new, subtler noise reached her. Up above, moving through the rain and the wind, something approached the stadium...

"I can't waste anymore time." Matsu cursed under her breath and swished her tails, kicking off the edge of the roof and riding the wind to the top of the stadium. Where she looked down and tried to make out what was going on in the interior...

Test

Hokkaido- Asarigawa Hot Springs

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Returning to her home country after the grueling, body breaking battle in Rio had turned out to be a surprisingly pleasant one. Made only more pleasant by the fact that, for one rare instance in her life, she had actual money of her own. Great quantities of currency with relatively little human blood on them. The majority deposited in an account Jonas had insisted she set up, instead of carrying around the money with her. Leaving her with a simple plastic card and a thick handful of bills she insisted on keeping.

As soon as they set foot on the soil of Japan, Brown had limped her way to the nearest convenience store to spend her hard earned money for the first time. Buying enough packaged melon bread to fill the entire back seating area of Jonas's jeep, to the point the seats themselves could not be seen.

Sinking into the pile of delicious bread, Brown simply sat back, relaxed, and ate as they road along. Loaf after succulent loaf of melon bread disappeared past her lips as the soft air of her homeland swept past her face. Though her body still ached and popped from the sheer strain she had put it through, Brown was almost entirely at peace.

It felt too much like a dream, traveling without walking alongside people that she had come to consider her friends. Part of Brown became frightened, unwilling to close her eyes even for even the briefest of moments for fear of waking up.

When the jeep finally came to a stop Brown remained firmly seated, willfully ignoring Jonas’s insistence she clean up the sea of wrappers that had collected in the wake of her melon bread genocide. Pressing the last survivors of her treat massacre down her gullet Brown dusted off her hands and climbed out of the jeep, trailing stray melon bread wrappers behind her as she moved.

The announcement reached her ears quickly and she turned to Jonas and Otsuna.

“Why did we come all the way out here to the hot springs and we going to some stupid debriefing? I like hot springs, but robots don’t use hot springs, and I thought we came here to kill more robots.” Brown asked as she approached the two, annoyance and impatience creeping into every word she directed at them.

“MAVERICK is just going to get in the way, along with all the other Nomads. If they know where the robots are let’s just find out and leave so we can kill the robots before anyone else can!”

Brown slammed her knuckles into one another, immediately wincing as last remaining remnants of her injuries crept up on her.

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Tokyo- Stadium

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It had been some time since she left the forest.

Part of Matsu still couldn't believe how much Japan had changed since she was a child. In her youth she had spend decades trekking across the mountains and hills of Japan, so much that at one point she was sure she swore she could never become lost.

Yet walking the rain laden streets of Tokyo the kitsune women found that notion challenged. As she struggled to connect where she had been so many years prior to where she stood.

Open fields of the deepest emerald green grass and villages of thatched roofed homes had been replaced with a twisting maze of asphalt, steel, and neon lights. A transformation so extreme that it was as wondrous as it was frightening.

Many Yokai were torn on the matter, utterly despising how Japan had changed and continued to change. Matsu found herself torn on the matter. The modern cities she was familiar with had their own cold beauty to them, with buildings that towered into the heavens in a chillingly casual fashion all the while complex systems snaked beneath the stone where they walked.

Compared to what Tokyo had been like before, it was a stunning sight.

Yet, Matsu missed the quiet tranquility and carefully garnered beauty that had seemed so much more prevalent before. It pained her to see less and less of the land she was familiar with, and more and more ugly foreign buildings

"If Japan is a garden, it certainly feels like I'm being forced to watch my favorite flowers ripped from the bed to make room for ugly vegetables..." Matsu sighed, captured in the brief melancholy of her thoughts before shaking her head. Rain was thrown from her golden hair and golden furred ears atop her head.

Normally a fox-eared women walking the streets of Tokyo would attract the eyes of every passerby. However to those around her she looked like a normal women, albeit with blond hair and drabber robes.

"That is one thing that hasn't changed." Matsu said comfortingly to herself. "Even if my ancestors and blood bemoan the changes going on, humans have ultimately stayed the same. They're as easy to trick and upset as ever. Well--most of them are anyway."

Matsu's thoughts began to drift. A smile crossed her face as the warm memory of a brown haired girl coiling around the trunk, and her deep insistence that the tree was the fox women in disguise, flooded back to her.

Before she could properly lose herself in the memory however something reached her ears.

Matsu stopped cold in the middle of the sidewalk, her ears flicking up as she was bombarded by noise. Even as rain fell hard around her and the flow of traffic and sidewalk travelers drifted past, the sound of of thousands of heavy feet thundering across the ground was rendered clear in her senses.

Among the movement there was the distant shattering of stone, the rending of steel, and-

The death cries of countless people.

In an instant Matsu kicked off the ground and threw herself onto the side of the nearest building. With a swish of her twin tails the wind beneath her blew upwards, boosting her momentum and carrying her up the entire length of the building until she reached the rooftop. Standing on the edge, high above the streets with rain and wind pelting her face, Matsu looked out across Tokyo with golden eyes.

In the distance she could see smoke, dust, and pulsating lines of things funneling into the stadium like living rivers of murderous stone.

Throwing herself forward Matsu began to jump, bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, clearing the expanses between the increasingly taller buildings until she was perched on a office building just across from the stadium.

As soon as she saw the thundering, moving things moving below the Kitsune felt her heart stop for a moment.

"Those horns-! Are they Oni? No, they can't be. They're all supposed to be-"

Matsu stopped, her ears tilting upwards once again as a new, subtler noise reached her. Up above, moving through the rain and the wind, something approached the stadium...

"I can't waste anymore time." Matsu cursed under her breath and swished her tails, kicking off the edge of the roof and riding the wind to the top of the stadium. Where she looked down and tried to make out what was going on in the interior...

Test

Merrin Bawt

-I'll draw her picture later-

"I'd say if you're not going to say anything nice, don't say anything at all. But if that rule was followed no one would say a damn thing."

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Human | Female |18 |Ex-Stormtrooper

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A P P E A R A N C E

Merrin is a young women, seemingly still a girl, with dull maroon colored eyes and short ear length black hair left unkempt and messy. She stands 5,8 with fair skin and a lithe athletic build that has degraded somewhat, suggesting it came from intense physical training at one point in the past. Her hands are calloused and a series of sharp, jagged scars follow the length of her jaw, extending over her cheeks and partially down her neck. She is currently dressed in a black shortsleeves shirt, with dusty brown pants littered with pockets, thick brown boots with blades hidden in them, fingerless gloves, and a plastoid shoulder pauldron (modified her from old stormtrooper armor) worn across her left shoulder, and held in place with a strap

P E R S O N A L I T Y

On the surface Merrin appears to be a girl embittered and disappointed by both her life and the universe at large. Her youthful days of hoping for a better life appear to have degraded into a more selfish mindset where she holds little trust in anything or anyone around her. She feels that as long as she assumes the absolute worst then she'll never be disappointed and never, ever suffer the hurt of getting her hopes up.

Yet despite having a sarcastic streak and wearing her doubts on her sleeves, Merrin shows very little tolerance towards pessimistic individuals. Though seemingly hypocritical at first, Merrin is always willing to try even though she often feels that it won't end well. As a result she holds a great deal of anger and frustration with people who put down others or seemingly give up before they try. Part of his anger comes from difficulties she had with such people in the past and another part has to do with her own attitude and issues believing.

S K I L L S

Imperial Academy Training: Trained at the academy on Lothal starting when she was 16, Merrin gained a wide variety of knowledge and skills including blaster training, heavy weapons training, walker operation instruction, and ultimately a strong understanding of the mentality and operation of the Empire.
Stormtrooper Experience: Though Merrin's actual time serving as a 'loyal' Stormtrooper in the ranks of the Empire was fairly limited, she did fight in real battles gaining first hand experience of proper combat and how to survive and win in desperation situations where retreat meant death.
Squalid Lothal Upbringing: Merrin grew up on Lothal in foul poverty. In order to survive she had to learn the various trappings and cons of local criminals, as well as practice some criminal acts herself. Thanks to this she's quick to spot when someone is trying to rip her off, is a decent pickpocket, and has a willingness to tinker and make use of whatever she can find believing nothing is actually trash.
Unrecognized Force Sensativity: Merrin has a surprising degree of force sensitivity that until now has gone largely under the radar. Merrin herself isn't entirely aware of her potential, but has enough of an inkling that she's done her very best to remain ignorant of what she's capable of.

E Q U I P M E N T

-Folding Vibroblade: Worn in a crude leather sheath on her left shoulder is a knife sized vibroblade that can unfold into a longer machete-style. Vibroblades oscillate at high frequencies to enhance their cutting abilities, allowing them to cleave through armor and cut into reinforced materials.
-Customized E-11 blaster rifle: The standard blaster rifle of the Stormtroopers. Merrin kept hers and has since modified it, shortening the barrel assembly to make it easier to conceal and adding a folding stock.
-Blaster Rifle Plasma Charge Packs x2: Two additional charge packs for her rifle. These plasma packs over 500 shots over the usual 100 the standard packs over.
-Plastoid Armor Plates: Merrin wears cut down pieces of her old stormtrooper armor underneath her clothes across her chest back, and thighs.Though the protection they offer is minor, something is better then nothing when it comes to life or death.

[BIO]

Merrin was born on Lothal in 22 BBY to her mother, a miner, and her father a man who made money by fixing up junk and passing it off as 'serviced' goods. Shortly after her birth Lothal began to suffer economically, made only worst by the reverberating effects of the Clone War. By the time the clone war had ended Lothal was left in a vast state of economic disrepair. Merrin's mother lost her job and her father began to fail to turn a profit on anything he did.

They were forced to move in a smaller, cheaper house. Her mother began to spend more time at home while her father began to take what he called 'odd-jobs' in order to keep them all fed.

It wasn't long before the Empire was formed and people on Lothal were clamoring to be taken into the fold. At the time Merrin didn't understood what that meant, only that a lot of people believed it would make things better. During the intermediate period before the Empire set foot on Lothal, Merrin's father was killed, apparently during criminal work he had been doing to support his family. With no money Merrin and her mother wound up on the streets.

Years of working in the mines under less then protected conditions caught up with Merrin's mother, who became sick and eventually passed away. Dying in an alley where the two regularly slept.

Merrin was left alone and forced to survive her own. When the Empire finally did come things got harder for a while as troopers were constantly around and laws became more readily reinforced. Then Merrin saw an opportunity. For improvement. For escape.

STAR WARS: DAYBREAK

This seems intriguing. I've been hungering for a Star Wars game for a while now. As much as I say I'm up for one of the mercenary roles, I have to admit I kind of want the other force user.

It's probably somewhat predictable for someone to want to play as a force user, but from a character and storytelling perspective I can think of some interesting things I could do.

Admittedly though my knowledge of Starwars lore is a bit scattered, but nothing a refresher and some reading couldn't help with.

Digimon V3- Virtual Vice and Virtue

@EnterTheHeroThis looks awesome. I'd love to grab Friendship!

No More Heroes: Supervillain RP

Damn it. I thought this was "No More Heroes" as in Travis Touchdown/Suda 51.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

I finally finished the character I was working on! Once she's accepted I can post for Brown and Matsu and actually get re-involved in the RP.

Matsu Kasshoku

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⦋ 112 || Japanese || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Matsu takes the form of a young women around 25 years old. She stands around 5 feet 11 inches and has short cut golden blond hair, the color of freshly cut idyllic wheat. A pair of fox ears sticks up from the top of her head with white fur marking the tips. Her skin as a sunny, fair complexion that gives a wild yet regal air to her even in the most violent and degrading of circumstances. While physically healthy with a lithe, toned athletic figure one would expect to see on a martial artist Matsu is missing her right arm. Severed above the elbow the grievous wound has since scarred over. It remains covered in a folded up sleeve at all times.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

• Supportive
• Nurturing
• Mischevious
• Funloving
• Embittered
• Spiteful

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION
Matsu was born in the mountains of Japan in the early 1900s. A part of a litter of twelve steppe Kitsune, mystical fox-like creatures capable of controlling the wind with their tails and shape-shifting. Her youth was spent the same as many other Kitsunes; Toying with humans and pulling all kinds of frustration inducing and unnerving tricks on them. Japan was a beautiful place with a rich culture, however the rather stern disposition of the people made them incredibly gratifying to bother and harass with trickery.

Many Kitsunes well into their nine tails were content with living as mischievous spirits. Matsu however grew bordered and frustrated with her siblings. Seeking to break away from the life other Kitsunes led Matsu looked for something drastic to set herself apart. One day she slipped into a mountain top monastery and caught sight of many monks practicing their martial arts.

Watching from the shadows Matsu felt entranced by the movements and strange elegance of what the humans did. For a time she watched but eventually grew confident enough to try and mimic them, slowly learning on her own until seeking proper instruction. For years afterwards Matsu spent her days studying countless martial arts, filling her days with fights against skilled humans and other other Yokai of Japan.

A great many number of human years passed and Matsu found herself an accomplished fighter. During that time the nation of Japan became embroiled in a great number of wars, including two "World Wars". It was during the second of the two "World Wars" that Matsu witnessed terrible acts of destruction. She became mistrustful, if not somewhat hateful towards militant human organizations after seeing the horrific things done by both the foreign invaders and the native people of her land.

With two cities reduced to ashen graves in brilliant blasts of light and heat, Matsu saw fit to leave Japan and seek what the rest of the world had to offer. On her adventures she was joined by her young sister who was eager to tag along. Decades past and upon reaching her 100th birthday Matsu gained her second tail. Her growth and tales of her fighting prowess earned her the attention of a wonderful mate. At the same time her sister had learned enough from her to go off on her own.

For a time everything for Matsu seemed perfect.

Then one day it all came crashing down.

Matsu encountered a strange being, a werewolf of a most fearsome and viscous demeanor. She came to blows with the werewolf in a clash for her life. Though she survived her fighting ability simply wasn't enough and her arm was cut clean from her body. The loss of the limb destroyed the style she had developed over nearly 100 years and crushed her fighting capability. Her humiliation and near death shamed her mate, causing him to leave her for good.

Around the same time Matsu received word that her sister, who was traveling with a doctor had died under tragic circumstances.

Abandoned, broken, humiliated, and deprived of those she loved Matsu returned to Japan. She settled down in a forest thinking only of escaping the sorrow and sadness she was burdened with. A few years passed and her heart remained wounded.

Then one day, while walking through the woods, Matsu came upon a little girl crying on a forest path near a bench. Comforting the girl, assuming her to simply be lost, Matsu led her out of the woods and tried to help her find her parents. After just a little bit of searching it became clear that her parents had abandoned her and left the country all together.

Unwilling to leave the human girl to fend for herself Matsu took the child in, giving her the name "Brown" to replace the insulting name given to the child at birth. For years the Kitsune lived in the woods with the sickly child. Teaching her, feeding her, and helping her to grow strong while giving her the love she seemed to have been deprived of.

Having Brown in her life made Matsu able to forget the pain of losing her arm, her sister, and the pain of losing her mate and the chance to have a child of her own.

Years passed and Brown eventually sought to leave and travel the world to grow stronger. Matsu allowed her to go with her blessing and a small mountain of packed lunches.

With Brown's absence however came all the doubts, fears, and shame that Matsu had tried so hard to bury with her new found happiness. It became impossible for her not to relive the moment of her humiliating defeat and the death of her sister. Worse yet is Matsu remembered that the little girl she had come to care for was human, and as a Kitsune she was capable of outliving her several dozen times over.

Seeking some means of dashing her fears Matsu began to retrain herself to fight with one arm. Years have passed since that decision and now Matsu finds herself ready to step onto the world stage once more. Eager to support brown and seek a remedy for the pain in her life.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE
Before the loss of her arm Matsu fought with a fluid mix of martial arts (and similar sects of fightIng) that she had come to learn over her many years of study and travel. With the loss of her right arm however she became unable to use the style effective as it required the use of two functional arms.

Working hard however Matsu has worked to salvage what she learned and re-apply it to her current state of being.

Now Matsu fights using her remaining left arm, legs, her ability to manipulate wind, and her innate kitsune trickery. Her fighting style is fast and relies on precise defence penetrating strikes, deception, and agility. Striking where her enemies are most vulnerable and ‘widening’ those vulnerabilities to abuse further.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Pinpoint Strike]

[With her hand flat Matsu lungs out with her arm and strikes an enemy, delivering a tremendous amount of force to a small area through her fingertips to deal an armor-crushing penetrative blow.]

■ [Knee Breeze]

[With an enemy close Matsu thrusts out her knee, focusing her ki into the cap and twisting the air in front of it to give a drill-like spin to the blow capable of ripping flesh and mangling reinforced steel. ]

■ [Air Injection]

[An anti-hold technique Matsu developed out of a fear of someone abusing the fact she only had a single arm. By running her ki through her arm she can strengthen and stiffen the fine hairs along it, turning them into what amount to tiny hypodermic needles. By running air through/along the hairs Matsu is able to ‘inject’ high pressure bubbles into any flesh/material in close proximity with her skin. Upon entering into flesh, stone, or metal, the bubbles rapidly expand and cause devastating damage.

More than enough to destroy any restrains binding her arm or injure any limb grappling her own.]

■ [Transformation]

[Using her innate Kitsune ability Matsu can transform herself to look like another person regardless of gender, size, or build. Though she does not inherent that individual's strength, abilities, or the proper use of their working right arms, she is able to mimic their appearance and voices perfectly with only her shadow giving her away.

Though not particularly effective in direct confrontations Matsu can use this to devastating effect in debilitating psychological attacks on her enemies. Taking the form of those they care about or held dear and angering them or wounding their confidence by saying horrible things to them. Out of combat she can use her ability to escape trouble by disguising or fish for information by posing as others.]

■ [Aerial Mine]

[Compressing gases into a ball and binding them with her ki, Matsu is able to create a baseball sized directional 'mine' of sorts. When touched or disturbed it will 'unfurl' like a tightly wound ball of razor wire erupting and slashing the one who disturbed it, unleashing a sudden swirl of steel cutting gales. Invisible to the naked eye Matsu is able to stick these 'mines' to anything, even herself, to set up traps and use for tricks. However Matsu is only able to make two of these mines at once and they are detectable by those with powerful senses or sensors. ]

SUPER MOVES

■ [KAMIKAZI DIVINE WIND OF DESTRUCTION!]

[Focusing all her ki into her left arm Matsu begins to pull in gases from the environment around her. She compresses them into a disk suspended above her open palm. Then she begins to spin the disk. Fast and faster, amassing insane speed and momentum with every momentum. Until the disk of compressed air looks like a miniature hurricane in her palm, whipping the air around it like a proper storm.

Racing towards her enemy Matsu swings out her arm as if it were a sword and slams the disk into her enemy. The spinning disk of compressed air cuts like an anti-material saw, finer and sharper than any normal blade crafted by mortal hands could. It pierces all but the most significant of defences, parting any material it comes in contact with so cleanly you would never expect they were connected to begin with.

Matsu can only maintain the ‘saw’ for so long however and while capable of throwing it, the saw dissipates rapidly after leaving her palm. ]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS
Matsu is fast, precise, and skilled. However powerful she may be however in contests of raw strength of overt physical force she will likely lose. Her power and fighting style relies on the precise application of power. Broader demands for physical strength leave her at a disadvantage. The loss of one of her arm also leaves her at something of a disadvantage leaving her right side vulnerable to attacks and difficult to defend under normal circumstances. Her attacks and fighting style usually require close contact to work, meaning fights at a distance are a losing proposition for her.

OTHER

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Matsu is more or less Brown's surrogate mother. As a result she enjoys doting on Brown and is extremely protective of her.

Custom Monster Hunter Map (Still WIP)

This is a really interesting concept. I was hoping for a Kingdom Death: Monster type deal, but this could be a neat game. Though I'm curious what kind of game this will be. Will it be a character driven game or a kind of strategy RP?

Because if it's a character driven game the players will likely be monsters. However given the ecological hierarchy there's no real way to progress that I can see. If you play as Prey there's no way to become a predator or become stronger. You either start as a Predator and something meaningful or you don't really have any options.

Test

[hider=Matsu Kasshoku]

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⦋ 112 || Japanese || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Matsu takes the form of a young women around 25 years old. She stands around 5 feet 11 inches and has short cut golden blond hair, the color of freshly cut idyllic wheat. A pair of fox ears sticks up from the top of her head with white fur marking the tips. Her skin as a sunny, fair complexion that gives a wild yet regal air to her even in the most violent and degrading of circumstances. While physically healthy with a lithe, toned athletic figure one would expect to see on a martial artist Matsu is missing her right arm. Severed above the elbow the grievous wound has since scarred over. It remains covered in a folded up sleeve at all times.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

• Supportive
• Nurturing
• Mischievous
• Fun Loving
• Embittered
• Spiteful

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION
Matsu was born in the mountains of Japan in the early 1900s. A part of a litter of twelve steppe Kitsune, mystical fox-like creatures capable of controlling the wind with their tails and shape-shifting. Her youth was spent the same as many other Kitsunes; Toying with humans and pulling all kinds of frustration inducing and unnerving tricks on them. Japan was a beautiful place with a rich culture, however the rather stern disposition of the people made them incredibly gratifying to bother and harass with trickery.

Many Kitsunes well into their nine tails were content with living as mischievous spirits. Matsu however grew bordered and frustrated with her siblings. Seeking to break away from the life other Kitsunes led Matsu looked for something drastic to set herself apart. One day she slipped into a mountain top monastery and caught sight of many monks practicing their martial arts.

Watching from the shadows Matsu felt entranced by the movements and strange elegance of what the humans did. For a time she watched but eventually grew confident enough to try and mimic them, slowly learning on her own until seeking proper instruction. For years afterwards Matsu spent her days studying countless martial arts, filling her days with fights against skilled humans and other other Yokai of Japan.

A great many number of human years passed and Matsu found herself an accomplished fighter. During that time the nation of Japan became embroiled in a great number of wars, including two "World Wars". It was during the second of the two "World Wars" that Matsu witnessed terrible acts of destruction. She became mistrustful, if not somewhat hateful towards militant human organizations after seeing the horrific things done by both the foreign invaders and the native people of her land.

With two cities reduced to ashen graves in brilliant blasts of light and heat, Matsu saw fit to leave Japan and seek what the rest of the world had to offer. On her adventures she was joined by her young sister who was eager to tag along. Decades past and upon reaching her 100th birthday Matsu gained her second tail. Her growth and tales of her fighting prowess earned her the attention of a wonderful mate. At the same time her sister had learned enough from her to go off on her own.

For a time everything for Matsu seemed perfect.

Then one day it all came crashing down.

Matsu encountered a strange being, a werewolf of a most fearsome and viscous demeanor. She came to blows with the werewolf in a clash for her life. Though she survived her fighting ability simply wasn't enough and her arm was cut clean from her body. The loss of the limb destroyed the style she had developed over nearly 100 years and crushed her fighting capability. Her humiliation and near death shamed her mate, causing him to leave her for good.

Around the same time Matsu received word that her sister, who was traveling with a doctor had died under tragic circumstances.

Abandoned, broken, humiliated, and deprived of those she loved Matsu returned to Japan. She settled down in a forest thinking only of escaping the sorrow and sadness she was burdened with. A few years passed and her heart remained wounded.

Then one day, while walking through the woods, Matsu came upon a little girl crying on a forest path near a bench. Comforting the girl, assuming her to simply be lost, Matsu led her out of the woods and tried to help her find her parents. After just a little bit of searching it became clear that her parents had abandoned her and left the country all together.

Unwilling to leave the human girl to fend for herself Matsu took the child in, giving her the name "Brown" to replace the insulting name given to the child at birth. For years the Kitsune lived in the woods with the sickly child. Teaching her, feeding her, and helping her to grow strong while giving her the love she seemed to have been deprived of.

Having Brown in her life made Matsu able to forget the pain of losing her arm, her sister, and the pain of losing her mate and the chance to have a child of her own.

Years passed and Brown eventually sought to leave and travel the world to grow stronger. Matsu allowed her to go with her blessing and a small mountain of packed lunches.

With Brown's absence however came all the doubts, fears, and shame that Matsu had tried so hard to bury with her new found happiness. It became impossible for her not to relive the moment of her humiliating defeat and the death of her sister. Worse yet is Matsu remembered that the little girl she had come to care for was human, and as a Kitsune she was capable of outliving her several dozen times over.

Seeking some means of dashing her fears Matsu began to retrain herself to fight with one arm. Years have passed since that decision and now Matsu finds herself ready to step onto the world stage once more. Eager to support brown and seek a remedy for the pain in her life.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE
Before the loss of her arm Matsu fought with a fluid mix of martial arts (and similar sects of fightIng) that she had come to learn over her many years of study and travel. With the loss of her right arm however she became unable to use the style effective as it required the use of two functional arms.

Working hard however Matsu has worked to salvage what she learned and re-apply it to her current state of being.

Now Matsu fights using her remaining left arm, legs, her ability to manipulate wind, and her innate kitsune trickery. Her fighting style is fast and relies on precise defence penetrating strikes, deception, and agility. Striking where her enemies are most vulnerable and ‘widening’ those vulnerabilities to abuse further.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Pinpoint Strike]

[With her hand flat Matsu lungs out with her arm and strikes an enemy, delivering a tremendous amount of force to a small area through her fingertips to deal an armor-crushing penetrative blow.]

■ [Knee Breeze]

[With an enemy close Matsu thrusts out her knee, focusing her ki into the cap and twisting the air in front of it to give a drill-like spin to the blow capable of ripping flesh and mangling reinforced steel. ]

■ [Air Injection]

[An anti-hold technique Matsu developed out of a fear of someone abusing the fact she only had a single arm. By running her ki through her arm she can strengthen and stiffen the fine hairs along it, turning them into what amount to tiny hypodermic needles. By running air through/along the hairs Matsu is able to ‘inject’ high pressure bubbles into any flesh/material in close proximity with her skin. Upon entering into flesh, stone, or metal, the bubbles rapidly expand and cause devastating damage.

More than enough to destroy any restrains binding her arm or injure any limb grappling her own.]

■ [Transformation]

[Using her innate Kitsune ability Matsu can transform herself to look like another person regardless of gender, size, or build. Though she does not inherent that individual's strength, abilities, or the proper use of their working right arms, she is able to mimic their appearance and voices perfectly with only her shadow giving her away.

Though not particularly effective in direct confrontations Matsu can use this to devastating effect in debilitating psychological attacks on her enemies. Taking the form of those they care about or held dear and angering them or wounding their confidence by saying horrible things to them. Out of combat she can use her ability to escape trouble by disguising or fish for information by posing as others.]

■ [Aerial Mine]

[Compressing gases into a ball and binding them with her ki, Matsu is able to create a baseball sized directional 'mine' of sorts. When touched or disturbed it will 'unfurl' like a tightly wound ball of razor wire erupting and slashing the one who disturbed it, unleashing a sudden swirl of steel cutting gales. Invisible to the naked eye Matsu is able to stick these 'mines' to anything, even herself, to set up traps and use for tricks. However Matsu is only able to make two of these mines at once and they are detectable by those with powerful senses or sensors. ]

SUPER MOVES

■ [KAMIKAZI DIVINE WIND OF DESTRUCTION!]

[Focusing all her ki into her left arm Matsu begins to pull in gases from the environment around her. She compresses them into a disk suspended above her open palm. Then she begins to spin the disk. Fast and faster, amassing insane speed and momentum with every momentum. Until the disk of compressed air looks like a miniature hurricane in her palm, whipping the air around it like a proper storm.

Racing towards her enemy Matsu swings out her arm as if it were a sword and slams the disk into her enemy. The spinning disk of compressed air cuts like an anti-material saw, finer and sharper than any normal blade crafted by mortal hands could. It pierces all but the most significant of defences, parting any material it comes in contact with so cleanly you would never expect they were connected to begin with.

Matsu can only maintain the ‘saw’ for so long however and while capable of throwing it, the saw dissipates rapidly after leaving her palm. ]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Matsu is fast, precise, and skilled. However powerful she may be however in contests of raw strength of overt physical force she will likely lose. Her power and fighting style relies on the precise application of power. Broader demands for physical strength leave her at a disadvantage. The loss of one of her arm also leaves her at something of a disadvantage leaving her right side vulnerable to attacks and difficult to defend under normal circumstances.

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OTHER

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Matsu is more or less Brown's surrogate mother. As a result she enjoys doting on Brown and is extremely protective of her. [/hider]