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Afterimages: The Mirrored World

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_{Click... Clack...}

Click... Clack...

Click... Clack...

Mankind's hearts are easily warped.

He hoped this time wasn't a disappointment.

Voices call.

"It's your fault! I know it is!"

"Why do things like this happen to the innocent..."

"This just in, more suicides bring worry to all of Neo Tokyo with another death in the Akihabara District..."

"Is it... even worth it anymore..."

"Would anyone ever even care?

The man of a mask, shadowed by the image of Comedy and Tragedy, black tailcoat flowing behind him as his boots made echoing sounds through the darkness...

Visions of atrocities.

Blood.

Bodies.

Guns.

All forms of tainted memories drip and flow in the dark... Puddles of avarice.

All of it bled away as he approached a table. a list of names. Four contracts, Four names.

He never thought he would get this far. Now he just needed to set everything into motion...

It was time.
Kosuke.
Fubuki.
Chihiro.
Kiana.
Tohato

His eyes glinted in the shadow. This was going to be fun.

The contracts burned away in wisps of dark flame. He would look forward to this group's interactions... Now the first hurdle was getting them together. He turned on his heel, the table sinking into the shadow, loosing shape... consumed and enveloped by the darkness.

He needed to prepare. The predecessors were useless to him, he needed to make sure this wouldn't be a failure.

@Baphomini@Kronshi@Girlie Go Boom

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Chihiro

Chihiro woke with a start, bolting upright in her bed. She was drenched in sweat... What the fuck just happened? Mind racing, heart hammering hard in her chest... That dream... it felt too real...

A tall man in a weird mask was at a table, he gave them a contract... her hand write her name on the dotted line before she could even think about it... She had heard that dreams were your brain processing the events of the day, but what the hell was that supposed to underline? She shook her head, trying to shake some kind of feeling of dread...

What was it supposed to mean...?

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@Girlie Go Boom She is good to go, you can put her into the Character Tab.

It is time to let it begin.

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Once @Girlie Go Boom finishes their CS, I will start on our 1st post

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@Baphomini

Glad you like them! I decided to play off a flipped version of the concept of a "dark side", the Peace inclination only strengthened this idea, and I felt like you all needed someone who counteracts what's already going on with Kousuke and Fubuki.

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Himitsu Chihiro

Chihiro

"For some reason people think the side you hide is always the bad one. I beg to differ."

Basic Info

Name

Himitsu Chihiro

Nickname

Hiro (Used by close friends), Lone Wolf of Shirubashedo

Age

23

Gender

Female, She/They pronouns

Sexuality

Bisexual, Prefrence toward females.

Relationship

No current relationship, has had a few previous partners.

Family

Collector Father, Writer Mother, Two older sisters.

Type

Dark/Peace

Afterimage

Chihiro's Afterimage is reminiscent of a black-furred wolf, emitting a caring if not a little dark aura, starkly contrasting her main "don't-give-a-shit" demeanor. The base creature's rather fluffy coat covers most of their arms, legs, and bleeds into their torso as well. The hands and feet of the form are more akin to paws. The form retains Chihiro's usual height, if not a bit shorter, at about 5 feet and 2 inches. The form's ears and tail also convey their emotions better than whatever expression is displayed, which can be annoying when she can't hide it.

Mirror Artes:

• Shadow Reinforcement - Chihiro can reinforce an object with Soule Energy, giving it effectiveness within the Alterworld.
• Pack Tactics - Allies near Chihiro gain slightly enhanced Soule Energy output and effectiveness against combatants when active.
• Moonblessed - Chihiro marks an ally of her choosing, channeling Soule Energy through this marking, she can mend minor wounds of the individual marked. Using this Arte on another individual dispels the previous mark.

Abilities & Skills

Practical:

• Painting of Words - As a Creative Writing major, Chihiro is capable of deciphering meaning in the esoteric and supposedly meaningless, however, such meanings may only ever apply to her headcanon.
• Apprentice Marksman - Chihiro knows her way around a firearm, taught the basics by their father.
• Advanced First-Aid - Chihiro has learned a little more than your basic first aid, especially when having two very reckless older sisters with no concerns for their health growing up.

Other Skills:

• Collector's Child - Chihiro has a critical eye toward seemingly random objects, something she had picked up from her father.
• Recounted Thought - Not necessarily considered a skill in their eyes, but Chihiro often recounts events in her head, coming up with what would have been better actions that could have been taken rather than what had previously been done.

Likes

• Cafés
• Parties
• Mysteries

Dislikes

• Gossip
• Control Freaks
• Being in one area too long

Strengths

• Keen Eye
• Emotional Fortitude
• Quick-Fingered

Weaknesses

• Perpetually Anxious
• Impulsive
• Time-blind

Appearance

Chihiro has a bit of a slighter, more androgynous build than others she knows, and is rather confident in herself, standing at about 5 feet and 4 inches. Their usual outfit consists of solid or patterned tank tops with a light sweater over top of it, completing the look with jeans of various stages of wear and tear. Their hair is cut with a bit of a choppy and wilder style, a streak of dark purple dyed into it toward the front. Hiro's eyes are more of a grey, with a gaze that seems like it could barely pierce a piece of cardstock.

Personality

Chihiro effortlessly radiates a seemingly uncaring and "don't-give-a-shit" type of attitude. With a perpetual air of nonchalance, Chihiro navigates the bustling campus halls as if she's immune to the trivialities that consume their peers. She doesn't really seem to care at all about what other people think of them or their choices. Chihiro's stoic exterior, however, conceals a depth of loyalty and commitment that defines her relationships.

Beneath their indifferent facade, Chihiro transforms into a ride-or-die bitch for those lucky enough to earn her trust. In the face of adversity, she stands tall as an unwavering pillar of support. Known for her sharp wit and fearless demeanor, Chihiro doesn't hesitate to fiercely defend those she calls friends, and her loyalty extends beyond words to tangible actions. Whether it's a midnight crisis or a spontaneous adventure, Chihiro is the dependable ally who surprises everyone with her capacity for empathy and sacrifice. As her friends soon discover, her seemingly aloof exterior is a protective shield, concealing a heart that beats with unyielding loyalty and genuine care for those she holds dear.

Background

Chihiro was raised mainly by her father, Atahiko, an avid collector of various intricacies and antiquities, some of modern conformity and historical correlation. Hiro's father never felt the need to push them to any particular path in life, but their mother, Saki, had slightly different plans. Like the two older siblings before Hiro, their mother pushed the need to study early Japanese poetry, and writing, among other things into Hiro's workload.

Working to contrast Hiro's mother, Atahiko allowed her to learn what she wanted in addition to school, to teach her the basics of firearms with the help of a family friend, allowing her freedom to enjoy learning. He wanted his daughter to thrive, he wanted his children to be happy. His collection kept growing as the years went by, one of his most prized acquisitions was an ornate revolver, handcrafted as a piece of art.

It was only fired once. A bullet clear through the skull.

No one understood why, Hiro was 17 at the time. Their father had committed suicide.

The mother sold some of the collection, keeping what was most dear to her late husband, including the revolver that took his life. Hiro wasn't sure what to do. Their grades dropped, and they started to hide themselves...

Chihiro started to change. Covering up her tears, holding it in. She became indifferent, desensitized almost, but that was only on the outside. She forced themself to be strong, beating themselves up for their father's death...

Years pass again, the heartache doesn't hurt as much as it did originally, going to community college instead of a four-year university. This was their choice. She knew Father would have supported it. Gossip spreads faster than bullets in a warzone in high school, and so it does with certain groups within the college as well it seemed... Those she made connections with seemed distant and distracted, drawn away by what others thought, something she had thrown to the wayside long ago. Those she got to know well were those she started to show her true colors to... even though her colder outside shell, barely interacting with anyone other than a select few people, consisting of two other students, had earned them a lesser-known nickname, the Lone Wolf.

She never understood it... how different the two faces she wore were. One she wasn't even sure fit her anymore... The more kind and compassionate side of her that she kept hidden away.

Why had she been playing her cards this way?

She wasn't sure herself.

Other

Theme Song

Sick of the Silence – Mother Mother
Weapon - Against The Current

Extra Information

• Hiro actually likes flowers, contrary to popular belief, she enjoys Lilies.
• Hiro drinks alcohol, but not on a regular, she keeps herself to a "code" of sorts.

Dustbound - Superpower Jail RP

Kate

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The windows weren't exactly the clearest things in the world, waves of dust flying past the tainted glass, like ocean waves crashing against the chassis. The desert didn't feel like it was moving, other than the rumbling of the engine below. She knew they were approaching soon... couldn't necessarily say she was very happy about it, or her current situation in the slightest.

Kate sat near one of the many windows, there weren't many people for such a large bus... especially to where they were headed. Her eyes stayed to the bright and hot world outside, the bus didn't have any air conditioning at all. Feels like a fucking oven in here. Though, she figured she might as well get used to this... it was the middle of nowhere in the desert.

She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, her green eyes transfixed to the amber sand as it flew by, spirals looping and interweaving in her headspace...

She was no stranger to stress. In fact, it was like the next-door neighbor, the family friend that always knocks on your door every afternoon asking for a cup of sugar. At least if people even do that anymore. Now it's just creepy.

All she could think about was what would happen to her in this place. Some portion of her cognitive dissonance wanted to say that she belonged here, another said that she didn't. A larger part was guilty for what she did... what it did... The aching in her chest, the stitches she never remembered getting, the neckband- a collar more like -that was snug against her throat...

The bus began to slow, as a shadow was cast among the sand, something blocking out the sunlight, and considerably reducing the amount of pent up heat inside the air frier that was that transport bus. Her thoughts were drawn away, gaze shifting up.

A wall.

What exactly was she expecting?

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@Girlie Go Boom The concept is alright with me!

I was planning on using whatever combination y'all left for our fourth character, so Dark/Peace is an interesting build for me to work with~

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@Kronshi You are good to put Fubuki into the Character tab

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@Kronshi Alright, that makes more sense. Thanks for explaining, you're good to go!