Darog the Badger God

Spirit Hunters ( Darog x Foxxie)

Hattori had heard many stories about Yunosuke, but out of all them one thing did ring true; he was a very skilled fighter, would be at the top if he wasn't as confrontational and rebellious as he was. He noticed the Delinquent's stance and posture, he wondered if he was just playing up to his reputation or if he actually held himself like that. It did not matter to Hattori, he preferred to see Yunosuke in action before judging him on hearsay and rumours. That's when it hit him, a smirk almost creeping out of the corner of his mouth. He stood up, turning his head towards the young fellow C Rank Hunter. No doubt Yunosuke would've heard some rumours and hearsay of "The Natural" a title that really irked Hattori more than he let on.

Chosokabe stood, his towering height and form in full view this time than before behind a desk. “You two are my best rookies. Yunosuke; your prowess and skill is amongst the best of the humans that I’ve seen in a while, but you’re lacking in discipline and a work ethic. Hattori; you’re a natural Hunter Yokai if I’ve seen one, however you don’t value partnerships and see yourself as above those who are. I feel this collision of personalities if you will, might just shock the both of you into gear. “Chosokabe explained. “And now, for your assignment.” He turned to look out of his window, seeing the students heading to class, and the older hunters heading to get their assignments. “There’s been some strange activity near a bunch of abandoned warehouses, a few civilians even claimed to spot a weird, large creature. We believe it may either be a hive or a lair for a Class D Berserker.” He explained as he then turned to face the young Rookie hunters. “I know you both will do fine”

Hattori held his hand out for a handshake. “Well, we’re both in this boat, so why not try it out?” He said, with a sly grin, as if challenging his peer. Hattori wouldn’t mind a partner for sure, but he wanted a rival.

Spirit Hunters ( Darog x Foxxie)

"We are the first and last line of defense against the Berserker problem. Our job is simple; hunt them down, take them out. - Tokyo Branch Commander, Kazama Chosokabe

"Hattori? Hattori?! WAKE UP, YOU LAZY BUTT!" A voice shouted from behind Hattori's door followed by a few bangs. The alarm blared at the side of his bed, with him stretching his arm over and shutting it off. More shouting could be heard, as Hattori sat up and gave out a yawn, a dazed look followed. "You know, you don't have to shout so loud, sheesh!" Hattori replied. "OH I'M SORRY IF YOUR ALARM WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY! WHY HAVE AN ALARM IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO GET UP HUH?"

Hattori was out of bed, stretching lazily as he headed towards the bathroom, getting ready as quickly as possible. Fully dressed in a simple T-Shirt and Jeans outfit, Hattori headed into the kitchen grabbing a slice of toast that his older sister made. "So, do you know anything about your new partner?" she asked, moving a few strands of her dark brown hair out of her face. "Other than he's known as a "Delinquent" by the top brass, nothing really." Hattori replied as he took a last bite out of his quick breakfast. "Who knows? He may just be the perfect partner for you! To keep that bighead of yours down a little." His sister giggled. Hattori rolled his eyes, letting out a "whatever" as a response, grabbing both his pair of headphones, his parker coat, and the helmet. Hopping onto his scooter, Hattori made sure he was on time.
“I need to get there by Nine Thirty. And its Eight Fifty right now…shouldn’t be too much if the traffic is okay at least.” He stated as he then grinded to a halt. “Well…god damn it” he huffed as the traffic moved at a slow rate. Checking his watch every two minutes, Hattori became increasingly more inpatient as he waited for the traffic to actually speed up more than the current snail pace. He then looked slyly to his left and right. “I could use an Express way, nobody here is paying attention anyway” Hattori explained to himself as he weighed his options. Clasping both hands together, Hattori closed his eyes. “Tenso!” he uttered, disappearing from the spot. As he opened his eyes, he noticed he had entered the spirit realm, noticing the rather dark, and vivid green and blueish colours that painted the world he was currently in. Spirit Flies moved around, giving light to the darkened realm. “Right, let’s get to the Academy”

Hattori managed to move at a much faster speed than before, a grin etched onto his face. The Spirit Realm wasn’t much different, aside from more vivid colours and contrasting darker places. Whenever it was day in the human world, the spirit realm was night. “Looks like the residents are all asleep right now…” he thought, looking around the streets as he weaved through alleys and roads. “Tenso!” he said as he approached the Academy. “WOAH!” he pushed down on the brakes immediately, not expecting a car to park as he entered the human realm once again. Daigo and Miko walked on by, seeing the young Yokai’s scooter and Hattori in a pile. “You really gotta stop using the Spirit Realm as some fast travel option.” Daigo commented. Hattori stood, dusting himself off from the near accident. “Hehe, at least Headmaster Chosokabe won’t know” He laughed it off knowing full well Chosokabe would somehow know. “Good luck today, Hattori. Let’s hope you have more success with your new partner!” Miko smiled to Hattori. “Yeah, hopefully he isn’t useless” Hattori joked.

The Academy itself was very much hidden as a typical university campus, but underneath the façade hid a powerful order specifically built to police both the Spirit and Human realms whilst hunting down Berserkers, powerful out of control monsters of varying size and power. Hattori enrolled, not liking the backdoor politics his parents played to have his older siblings become ranked Hunters, He wanted to truly test himself and learn more about his peers. Hattori entered the main building, heading towards Kazama’s office. “Hattori! You must sing first before you enter Headmaster Chosokabe’s office” the Secretary stated. As he entered the office, Hattori noticed the large man sitting down, waiting and looking directly at him. “That’s the 25th time you’ve entered the Spirit Realm as a means to travel here on time, you know that’s against Academy Policies” Chosokabe stated as the young Hunter sat down himself. “Yeah, yeah. You would’ve given me the whole “It is unruly of a hunter to be late” speech if I didn’t, so damned if I do, damn if I don’t right?” Hattori asked with a slight grin. Chosokabe was seething. “Well, let’s cut this short shall we? Firstly; a sighting of a Berserker within the human realm, I want you to investigate its supposed lair. Secondly; Let’s introduce you to your new partner.” Chosokabe grinned. “Ogata Yonnosuke….familiar with him?” Hattori’s eyes widened. “Are…are you joking?” Chosokabe’s grin grew wider. “Miss Satomi? Call in The Delinquent…”

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What Is The Avatar Above Thinking? Version 2.0

"I wish I was as useful as actually decent pokemon ;-;"

Devils For Hire; Broken Nation

"this is...rather peculiar for a Colombian cartel territory..." Jackal commented as he saw the varying razor wire traps littered about the place. Jackal moved carefully around the traps, he been used to this kind of work before, although mines would've been preferred for him personally. He examined the area, scouting out and finding a most peculiar "rabbit hole." He looked closely, seeing the stash of drugs, most likely some liquid funds for whoever dug this surprisingly well improvised foxhole. He chuckled to himself. "Somethings are just usually universally used. I've seen foxholes like this one back in Cuba."

Cheetah came through crystal clear. "Got it." just after he gotten the message, Specter spoke up. "Target is on the move, moving through the compound. The Target was still a long ways ahead. "Magpie, Whenever you can, try and look for higher ground to get your eyes on the field, we may need them if the target is expecting us." He stated. He didn't mean to sound so commanding. "Well, uuh, it's just a suggestion, it may help us." he retorted.

"As for you and me, Specter; We should move quickly, but also discreetly. We don't want to attract any unwanted cajones, no?" Jackal stated as he then moved forward. "Sounds like a plan. We both move closer to the compound. If we find some higher ground, you too head there. I'll plan a path to the target and lead him into your line of sight. I think you know how the rest of song goes right?" Jackal said as he moved in as quickly as he could move. "Everything sound good to you?" he asked Cheetah.

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I'll keep an eye on this.

Devils For Hire; Broken Nation

Jackal leaned back, preferring a more informal way of sitting within the V-TOL. He wasn't much for conversation, preferring to ready his mind for the mission at hand, taking out both his pistol and one of his knives. It was no seret that Jackal had a penchant for blades and other such "Classic" weaponry. He had known his comrades for a while now, not so much on a "BFF" level or anything, but he knew their specialties and their general personality traits. Cheetah was a survivor, though his intensity grated on Jackal's nerves for time to time. Magpie was a feisty crackshot, something he found humorous since many of the Snipers he had engaged with were of the rather bland pedigree. Dr Gorokhov was someone he had not spend much time with, but he did find his codename to be rather funny. Claymore was much of a soldier as Jackal could tell, much bigger than himself and more for "assaults" something Jackal didn't quite like himself. Specter, the italiano who's skills mirrored his own to some extent, aside from the "agressive flirting" Specter was often engaging. Jackal grinned at the notion. "What a bunch of misfits we are."

Colombia, a place Jackal had only once previously went on a mission, a rather bloody one at that. The Nobodies Unit was often sent in to get bloodbaths finished, many varying ways yet only one was effetive in most of their operations. "Identify a Cojones? make sure we don't get spot? Sounds like an easy job to me. Then again this could easily fail. but don't mind me at all" Jackal stated, still readying his tools and equipment. He was given his objective; scout ahead, make sure things go smoothly on his end. He just grinned as the orders were issued out. "No problem, This jackal will sniff around and howl back to you guys" He retorted, a tone of unprofessional-ism ringing true.

He looked at his Italian comrade, and just sighed. "I was expecting this from one of you. Colombia is definitely kinda like Cuba, only more troubled teens joining the ranks of Cartels instead of taking orphans and training them as child soldiers. I plan to make this place my retirement location." He snarked back at Specter, taking the front and slowly moving forward, making sure to catch anything out of the picture and rather strange, a keen eye on the look out for any kind of nasty wildlife around Colombia.

"Time for the Jackal to do his thing..."

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Devils For Hire; Broken Nation

Name: Jose Bermudez
Age: 28
Appearence: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ea/44/2b/ea442bdbfcc613ad48368bcae0e25d98.jpg outside of his suit, He's an althetic, cuban, above average looking man that has a scar running down the left side of his cheek to his chin, Brown eyes and a short scruff sitting a top of his head as he shorts a moustache-less goatee. He has varying tattoos inked upon his torso and arms, many of his own designs, showing an interest in occult designs and imagery.

Nation of Birth: Cuba
Codename: Howling Jackal
Personality Traits: Cuban down to earth Child Soldier with an Exo Suit.

Skill Set:

Exo-Interface Plug in: 2 - Allows Howling Jackal to utilise his Exo-Suit at 100% capacity.

CQC Training: 2 - Jose was trained from a child to be an efficient soldier, this has only enhanced after his Black Ops training.

Stealth: 3 - As an orphan, Jose has found it easier than most to move around unnoticed and with surprising agility, plus the added knowledge of body language and moving silently helps.

Guerilla Warfare/Infiltration Tactics: 3 - A rather prized talent of Jackal's, training in both Black Ops and in Cuba has given him an insightful look into the art of Guerilla Warfare, allowing him to combine that with his Infiltration Knowledge to become a force to be reckoned with.

Loadout:

Exo-Suit Model "INFILTRATION JACKAL HIDE": 5 - Due to an "Accident" a while back; Jackal is required to wear an Exo-Suit for all future operations and missions. The suit itself gives him added protection against handgun and even SMG bullets plus bladed weaponry. The suit itself stimulates his muscles allowing him to effectively run faster, and hit harder than his targets.

A pair of Khukri Machetes: 1 - Jose is a Blade nut, and loves blades. He's particularly fond of Khukri style blades.

FN FIVE-SEVEN 5.7x28mm - Has the words "Deus unus potest dimitte" inscribed on the barrel. The meaning is "Only God Can Forgive."

AK-5 - An Assault Rife with superb versatility.

Short Backstory

an infamous Black Ops Agent that defected from Cuba to America. Jose grew up as an orphan, trained as a child soldier to serve his country. Although he wasn't physically imposing even for a kid, his speed and naturally small sized served him most of the time as an infiltrator, often getting close enough to kill his target. By the time he had reached his teens he already a hardened veteran, leading infiltration squads to take out government officials. He was eventually captured by American intelligence operatives, and under numerous interrogation methods, defected from Cuba to America. He was retrained to be more professional and less ruthless, joining a team of "not officially existing" Black ops called "The Nobodies unit" under the alias "Slicer Blackjack." it is unknown why or how he left the team, and just what he exactly wants as a Devil, but he has stated that he's grown tired of the chaos and status quo. Since then, Jose wounded up in a terrible accident during his Black Ops days, forcing him to wear a specialised exo suit to allow him his varying functions as a highly trained Agent with some added perks like enhanced speed, and an active camo that can last long enough for him to complete his mission

Spirit Hunters ( Darog x Foxxie)

@Foxxie I'll be getting the IC up on Tuesday D: Been too long working on it!