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At the girls stance and threat Adrian's grin widened even further. Stepping forward he grabbed her flaming hands showing no fear or pain. As his hands were engulfed in the fire he laughed at her "Trying to burn a demon probably isn't the best strategy!". He suddenly stopped when the hallway transformed and a new person stood before them amongst that insufferable music. Gripping Faira's hands he spun and spun her with him dancing into the center of the ballroom along with the music and dragging her along with him.
At the sight of nothing behind the door he stood rigid as stone for a moment, then his shoulders drooped and he looked depressed. For a moment he was completely silent, but suddenly he erupted in maniacal laughter. "That's right little creature scurry along" he said holding his hand to his fore head. Suddenly his laughter stopped dead and he froze completely his hand still upon his forehead. One ear cocked at the gasp he had heard, and one red eye darted to the side locking Faira in its gaze.
Moving at a speed that most humans would simply think he vanished and reappeared in front of them the demon was suddenly inches in front of her face. She would be able to see the luster of each individual fang, and the small specks of green that dotted his crimson eyes. Leaning in and sniffing her hair he whispered in her ear. "You smell tasty" Before stepping back slowly and locking her in an unwavering stare.
Moving at a speed that most humans would simply think he vanished and reappeared in front of them the demon was suddenly inches in front of her face. She would be able to see the luster of each individual fang, and the small specks of green that dotted his crimson eyes. Leaning in and sniffing her hair he whispered in her ear. "You smell tasty" Before stepping back slowly and locking her in an unwavering stare.
Name: Mifune Cage
Age: 17
Gender: male
Birthday/Birthplace/Nationality: born in japan of native American heritage
Clubs/Extracurricular activities: Kendo club
Occupation: none
Weapon: katana with white wrappings
Appearance: Standing at 6'2 and weighing 190 pounds he is clearly athletic. He has green eyes that have a blue ring around the center. He has three small scars around his left eye, and one slightly larger one on his right cheek. He has dark brown hair that spikes forward. He wears a white floor length haori on top of a red tshirt and blue jeans. On the back of the haori the kanji sign for samurai is emblazoned in red.
Personality: Generally he is a very calm and laidback person. There are three exceptions to this demeanor. The first exception is if someone hurts or threatens an innocent woman or child around him. The second is if he finds someone of equal or greater skill. Finally the last exception is if one kills an unarmed opponent. He follows the code of bushido, and killing an innocent before him marks you as vermin to be exterminated. Underneath this cool demeanor burns a fiery spirit that strives to prove itself to those around it.
Backstory: Born to native American parents in Japan, he was marked as an outsider from birth. Fearing he would be bullied his parents quickly enrolled him in a Shotokan academy. After spending his early years training in Shotokan karate and excelling in it, he was defeated by another student. The boy took one of the boken from the wall and beat Mifune with it brutally busting his head open and leaving scars around his left eye. After this encounter Mifune begged his master to teach him the way of the sword. Finally he agreed, but rather than teach Mifune regular kenjutsu he taught him laido. After years of training Mifune was once again top class and had his confidence back. The student that had once beaten him as a boy attempted to prove his superiority once again. He attacked Mifune with a real katana cutting a shallow slash along his right cheek. Before the boy could use a follow up strike Mifune drew his blade and slammed the back of it into the boys stomach before he could retaliate leaving him gasping. Mifune now spends his time focusing on school and is trying to make new friends.
Likes: the color white, swords, classical music, samurai, and sashimi
Dislikes: people who think themselves better than others, the color black, guns, criminals, lack of honor
Persona: Garou: Japanese wolf demon who eats the souls of the wicked, and leads lost souls to rest.
Arcana: XV Devil
Skills: dia, soul break, slash
Strengths/Weaknesses: no exceptional resistances or weaknesses, he is a jack of all trades.
Age: 17
Gender: male
Birthday/Birthplace/Nationality: born in japan of native American heritage
Clubs/Extracurricular activities: Kendo club
Occupation: none
Weapon: katana with white wrappings
Appearance: Standing at 6'2 and weighing 190 pounds he is clearly athletic. He has green eyes that have a blue ring around the center. He has three small scars around his left eye, and one slightly larger one on his right cheek. He has dark brown hair that spikes forward. He wears a white floor length haori on top of a red tshirt and blue jeans. On the back of the haori the kanji sign for samurai is emblazoned in red.
Personality: Generally he is a very calm and laidback person. There are three exceptions to this demeanor. The first exception is if someone hurts or threatens an innocent woman or child around him. The second is if he finds someone of equal or greater skill. Finally the last exception is if one kills an unarmed opponent. He follows the code of bushido, and killing an innocent before him marks you as vermin to be exterminated. Underneath this cool demeanor burns a fiery spirit that strives to prove itself to those around it.
Backstory: Born to native American parents in Japan, he was marked as an outsider from birth. Fearing he would be bullied his parents quickly enrolled him in a Shotokan academy. After spending his early years training in Shotokan karate and excelling in it, he was defeated by another student. The boy took one of the boken from the wall and beat Mifune with it brutally busting his head open and leaving scars around his left eye. After this encounter Mifune begged his master to teach him the way of the sword. Finally he agreed, but rather than teach Mifune regular kenjutsu he taught him laido. After years of training Mifune was once again top class and had his confidence back. The student that had once beaten him as a boy attempted to prove his superiority once again. He attacked Mifune with a real katana cutting a shallow slash along his right cheek. Before the boy could use a follow up strike Mifune drew his blade and slammed the back of it into the boys stomach before he could retaliate leaving him gasping. Mifune now spends his time focusing on school and is trying to make new friends.
Likes: the color white, swords, classical music, samurai, and sashimi
Dislikes: people who think themselves better than others, the color black, guns, criminals, lack of honor
Persona: Garou: Japanese wolf demon who eats the souls of the wicked, and leads lost souls to rest.
Arcana: XV Devil
Skills: dia, soul break, slash
Strengths/Weaknesses: no exceptional resistances or weaknesses, he is a jack of all trades.
allright ill get started.
If this is still accepting id like to apply, granted I don't know much about persona, but I do like the general idea of it and im a fast learner.
so whats on the other side of the door?
Adrian came over the top of the cliff and hovered around 20 feet above and in front of Arthur. Forming flaming black spears of hell matter he launched them at Arthur one after another. Adrian would keep up his assault not allowing Arthur to rest.
oh to late my guy is a sadistic demonic asshole for the time being so he doesn't know what fear is.
The others hadn't noticed or acknowledged his presence, this was likely due to his stillness. He was more rigid and still than a statue his breath coming so smoothly it would be undetectable until you were mere inches before his face. He had been sitting with his back against the wall, motionless, his face concealed in the shadows. His claws scraped the concrete floor making a grating sound similar to that of the one against the door. His red eyes showed nothing but madness and despair, and his white fangs gleamed like daggers. He stood his short brown hair spiking to the side and his horns protruding from his head, as he slowly rose to his feet he pushed off the wall and stumbled forward toward the door.
He slowly walks forward until he is directly in front of the door then places both hands and his ear upon it. Suddenly those sickly red eyes grew wider and his grin turned into a sadistic smile. Tapping the door he spoke at last "Knock knock whats behind here? Maybe something for me to play with?" He laughed maniacally as he said this. Finally he stepped back and grabbing the door's handle threw it open and yelled "READY OR NOT HERE I COME" completely prepared to face whatever was on the other side.
He slowly walks forward until he is directly in front of the door then places both hands and his ear upon it. Suddenly those sickly red eyes grew wider and his grin turned into a sadistic smile. Tapping the door he spoke at last "Knock knock whats behind here? Maybe something for me to play with?" He laughed maniacally as he said this. Finally he stepped back and grabbing the door's handle threw it open and yelled "READY OR NOT HERE I COME" completely prepared to face whatever was on the other side.
cool and the reason his appearance is a WIP is because its currently being drawn.
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