ProPro

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

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If you don't mind my presence there. I've also noticed RPers hosting their RP's at discord lately too so I do have an account there. But can I get a link to your then?

@DarkRecon

It is on the first post.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Aw shoot. Late for this party. Still, can I at least get notified if you open up for other openings to join?

@DarkRecon

I’ll add you to the list. If you want, you can always join the Discord as a guest. It’s open invitation for anybody.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Roulette smiled as each of the six fighters summoned before her gave, in their own ways, their approval of the mission. Somewhat relieved that none had declined the offer, she elected to address the questions brought up by the cyborg in their midst. "I see you have a strong desire to get into the thick of things and waste no time. I will oblige. While there are numerous smaller gangs in the city, I doubt they will offer much in the way of challenge or contest. Easy fodder for seasoned fighters as you all are. But of course, never underestimate the advantage of sheer numbers, even if the individual fighters are rather pitiful. It could prove a fatal mistake." Idly, almost subconsciously, she rubbed a small scar on her arm, almost invisible thanks to the tattoo placed over it. "The real trouble will come from the six largest gangs in New Carona, commonly referred to as Six Disasters. The media loves to sell a story, but when you give such titles, you legitimize them. Gives them the sort of respect they desire. I just call them what they really arm. Thugs and scum."

She spat out those last words, before recomposing herself and continuing on. "The gangs collectively known as the Six Disasters are individually made up of the Black Dragons, the Iron Maidens, the Titans, the Brujah, the Phoenix Kings, and the Street Sharks. Their leaders are difficult to locate and get an accurate assessment of, but these sorts of people only rally around strength, so they must be at least of some merit. They have numerous lieutenants also judged to be dangerous, as well as thousands of followers between them all."

She took a moment to close the curtains, sealing up the outside view once again. The knife fight on the beach had concluded, leaving one young man to stain the sand red while the other walked away, carrying his opponent's shoes."Since you will be working as a team, please take this opportunity to make some introductions. Getting to know one another will help ensure you are able to work together in the field, and could very well save someone's life." She turned back to face them as a lightbulb went off over her head. "Before I forget, it is imperative that you avoid dropping bodies at all cost. Remember, the police are working for these gangs. Their ability to get involved will be limited, but if people begin to die, they will be able to launch a full investigation, and ruin our efforts."

Reign: Kingdom Come

Marque de Bourdeaux

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Marque watched in abject horror as the eldritch creature willed itself into the path of their riding hound. Certain the journey had come to an end, he did not expect for the creature to be felled by a single arrow let loose by Col. Almost in a daze, he had to gather his thoughts as they trampled through the horror's ashen remains. Yet Gardevoir insisted the threat was not yet over, and certainly the creature proved itself a true abomination in how it still moved its bits of ash, surrounding them. Enveloping them.

Marque listened as his master declared himself powerless to offer continued protection, and the barrier fell. Thanks to the advance warning, he pulled up his shirt over his nose to act as a filter for the air, and elected to breathe in small, shallow amounts. Yet their giant hound was not afforded such luxury. Nothing could protect its nose, and the very nature of carrying them all at such speeds required heavy, labored breathing. How long could the beast last? Once it fell, so too would they all...

Marque shifted his attention to the crow mask in hand. It began to glow, just as the key around his neck. What power could it contain? Once adorned, what would it do? In such dire straits, the time to find out was now. Leaving behind his gentle, practiced touch, Marque hurriedly placed the piece of costumery upon his face.

Gear

• Crow Mask
• Gardevoir's key
• cases of makeup
• Couple masks
• Two sets of clothes
• A wig
• Bag of coins
• "Proof" of affiliation to House Bryce
• Backpack
• 1 days trail rations
• Outdoor blanket
• Flask of water

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

The group had split up, despite Leonard's advice, into two groups. Arthur and Hogan would take the backstage prior to the show's beginning, whilst he, Blue, and Mieke would operate from the front as audience members. In terms of a pincer strategy it left much to be desired. There were plenty of exit strategies their quarry could employ in order to escape from his team. But if it kept everyone happy, then he supposed he would just have to deal with the inefficiency. Besides, it had been a while since he was able to sit back and enjoy a show that involved someone else risking their life.

As they worked through the crowd, an imposing man with a scar made contact with Mieke, going so far as to grab her shoulder. His question was as innocuous and friendly as his appearance wasn't, but something still clicked in the back of Leonard's head. Nothing of this man seemed to suggest he was an enemy stand user, but he still most definitely crossed a line by reaching out and grabbing a young girl. Carefully, Leonard turned to the man, making sure to emphasize his impressive physique, and opened his jacket: his concealed gun was plain to see for the scarred man.

"I invite you to remove your digits from my acquaintance, whilst you still possess them. Or would you rather learn a difficult lesson in gentlemanly manners?"

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I was told to post this here for people looking over/approving of.

Marionette

Marionette

Name: Talia Thorn
Alias: Marionette
Age: 23
Alignment: Villain
Loyalty: Last Minute
Appearance:
Her hair, when straight, would reach down to her shoulders and is dyed white. Her eyes are a deep green, the rest of her complexity is fair, her body is slim, no sign of muscle just a wiry frame. She stands at 5’4 and usually wears casual clothing, such as skinny jeans and a plain t-shirt, avoiding drawing attention to herself where possible. Her cape costume consists of; long black and white striped thigh highs and arm length gloves. She wears a short dress corset and has a white mask.

History:
Talia grew up in a big city, keeping to herself mostly. Very small, close knit group of friends who she lost contact with as soon as school had ended. She moved out of home and lived a boring life, working an everyday office job. Really nothing of interest ever happened to her and that started to drive her crazy. Hearing stories of capes and Endbringers having done interesting things.

Talia started to research into how people got their powers and other ways for people to get their powers. One day Cauldron reached out to her and long story short, she got given her powers but she owes Cauldron six favours. She was taught the ins and out of her power and how to best utilize it.

Since Talia gained her power she has just enjoyed doing as she please, ignoring the laws, enjoying her new found power. She eventually came to Denver to join Last Minute.

Personality

Motivations: To run free, enjoy the freedom and power that she gained from her power.
Sexuality: Pan
Likes:

• Screwing with people lives for the sake of it.
• Making marionette dolls that resemble the lives she’s taken.
• Being free and doing as she sees fit.

Dislikes:

• Most interactions with humans.
• The boredom and monotony of everyday life.
• Being held back by laws and social norms.

Derangement: Humans hold little value to her, she thinks of them as puppets for her to control.

Parahumanism

Skills:

• She is skilled in the art of Puppeteering
• She took years of acrobatics practice.
• She has basic skills in hand to hand combat, including basic training of self defence with and against knives and guns.

Classification:
Primary: Master
Secondary: Blaster

Details:
Marionette creates and fires ethereal strings from her fingers, these ethereal strings can connect to either inanimate or animate things. They are then under her control, she manipulates their movements like a puppeteer would manipulate a marionette doll. She is clunky and not as skilled with precise movements of objects. Severing the ethereal string would cause the victims limb, that was being controlled by that sting, to be numb and have a lack of feeling for 2 minutes.

Limitations: She can only control one person per arm, it takes a full use of an arm and hand to properly control someone. The range on the ethereal strings is no further than a few blocks. Only physical exterior things of the object being controlled can be affected, for example sa string cannot just go on their heart and stop it.

Equipment:

• A small knife carried on the back of her corset.
• A phone.

@Belladonna

It's a good basis for a character, but a bit too bare bones for approval at this time. The history doesn't give us an idea of who she is or where she's been before, it just says, "she existed, she was bored, then she got powers." Everyone has had high and lows in their life that needs to be documented. Once you address this, let me know and I'll take another gander at it.

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For those of you who are wondering why I haven't commented on any of the new Ward/Jacks applicants made to replace the ones that are leaving/dying for Behemoth, I'm waiting until we're almost done with the Behemoth event for... Reasons.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

@ProPro How many slots left? I'm a little late to the party but I have a solid concept.

@Dynamo Frokane

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Perfect! He’s approved. And that makes six! Sorry for everyone who didn’t get in. Maybe space will open up later. If it does, I’ll tag you all to get in on it.

@ProPro

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Round 1: The Meeting

@PlatinumSkink@Lugubrious@Archmage MC@BCTheEntity@LemonZest1337@Kurisu Shiruba

New Carona, Maryland. The city was a large one. Not as large as some places in the USA like New York or Los Angeles, but still decently big. With a population of almost two million, it beat out Philadelphia, Phoenix, and San Antonio. D.C. was a stone's throw away, and the shipping industry could only be described as thriving. The architecture was uniquely New Carona, and it even featured two man-made islands just off the coast, both large sporting arenas which hosted a number of various events for the wealthy and well-to-do. But despite outward appearances, New Carona is not a pleasant place to live. At least, not for the average citizen.

A closer look at the beaches and docks reveal mountains of litter and trash. Graffiti tags adorn the streets the same way water adorns a toilet bowl. Not only are people afraid to go out at night, but in the middle of the day too. There is no "safe" neighborhood: every street is the "wrong side of the tracks." Few people make an honest living, and fewer still are able to make a buck without having to pay off someone else. But it wasn't always this way. Once upon a time New Carona was spoken of in the same breath as New York City for how grand it was. Only in the last twenty years has it fallen prey to the half-dozen or so street gangs which rule through blood and steel. One woman has decided that enough is enough.

Roulette Co., New Carona branch is a relatively small office, deceptive in how large the national corporation truly is. Only recently installed in the last few months, one could say this particular branch was still "branching out," and meeting some heavy resistance from the locals. Inside, within a private office, sat a beautiful woman covered in tattoos, with blonde-brunette hair down to her shoulders and a deep blue dress. Though she looked to be in her twenties, she was in fact 45, owed entirely to her fantastic health and training regimen.

"Have all my guests arrived, Eric?" she spoke into a desk-mounted intercom.

"Yes ma'am," replied a man's voice from the other end. "The last one just walked in."

"Fantastic. You may send them all in."

The woman shut off the intercom and gave pause for about eight seconds before the doors to her office opened up. Six figures entered, six individuals from various locations in the world. A cyborg from Switzerland. A feminine man from Brazil. A Brit with a tattoo across her face. A Japanese man carrying a sword. And two more, each clothed completely head to toe, covering up all of their features. They entered, getting their first real life glimpse of the woman who had invited them all here on this day: Eve Roulette.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, one and all. Please, take a seat." She gestured to the two couches and numerous chairs about the room facing opposite her desk.

To be in the same room as Eve Roulette, that was a treat. Not just for her status as a woman of business, for which she had quite a name. Oh no, for something much deeper and more unifying for everyone present. Though retired, Roulette was a champion fighter. A world class fighter. Both in legal tournaments and the underground, she had won numerous titles. It was how she amassed enough wealth to startup her company without having to take out a single loan. To those in the know, she was a legend. Of course, the art of fighting required constant practice to keep your sharp edge, and she was more accustomed to being on the other end of a desk than a fist these days.

"I do hope that my secretary offered you some refreshments while you waited. I apologize for any of you who arrived early. My name is Evelyn Roulette, and I have spent a great deal of money and resources tracking you all down. First let me thank you for accepting my invitation. Others were invited as well, but turned it down for one reason or another, so I want you all to know how very much I appreciate your time. Just for hearing me out, I have already wired $5000 in US currency to your bank accounts." She paused to let that information sink in before continuing, standing up from her desk and opening the curtains of her office, revealing a coastal view of New Carona. The city buildings stood tall, proud, and imposing in the distance. The beach down below was covered in trash and hoodlums, two of which could be seen having a knife fight.

"I'm sure I don't need to lecture you all as to the reputation of this city, but I will say this: Whatever you have heard, the reality is worse. I was born here, forty-five years ago in its golden days. In my absence, it has fallen so low. It hurts me to see. Pains the heart, really." She didn't speak with any overt emotion, yet her back was to the group, making it impossible to truly get a read on the woman. She turned around, smiling, as she continued. "The police are as corrupt as they come. They don't do a thing to stop the crime that's plagued my city. I have returned to reclaim my home, but I cannot do that alone. If the authorities cannot, will not help, then I believe it is time to get back to basics."

Eve cracked her knuckles before suddenly kicking straight up, sending her large oak desk up into the air in two pieces, split cleaning in half by the powerful kick. It seemed she was not so consumed by her company that she could not at least keep up the basics of her training. "That is why I have hired each of you, to dispense street justice. Naja. The Red-Hot Riot. Light. The Myriad Man. The Highwayman. The Street Samurai of Brazil. Do you accept my offer?"

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Alright boss I made the edits.

@LemonZest1337

Perfect! He’s approved. And that makes six! Sorry for everyone who didn’t get in. Maybe space will open up later. If it does, I’ll tag you all to get in on it.

As for my approved players, @LemonZest1337@BCTheEntity@Archmage MC@Kurisu Shiruba@PlatinumSkink and @Lugubrious I’ll most likely work on getting the first IC post put up tomorrow. Let’s be ready to kick some ass!

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

The Sword Saint

Hikari Kiyoshi

Name: Hikari Kiyoshi
Alias: The Myriad Man (English title), Kensei (Japanese title, translates to English as "Sword Saint"), Pure Light (direct translation of name to English). Note that Hikari is the family name, and Kiyoshi the given name; thus, for an English speaker, he might be addressed as Kiyoshi Hikari, or simply as Kiyoshi.
Age: 22
Nationality: Japanese, but raised in the United Kingdom
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kiyoshi stands at about 175 cm tall, with a lean and fit build and a slender face, burgundy eyes looking out over the world and shoulder length black hair framing his features, even partially tied back into a ponytail as it is. Altogether, one could describe him as "unusually pretty", enhanced by an almost elfin grace in his movements. This image is rather enhanced by his outfit, a combination of a hakama with flame designs at the base, a kimono with a symbolic design worn over one arm whilst being tied down under his obi and belt on the other side, and a very close-fitting top and arm sleeves combining netting, cloth, leather, and a steel bracer, all in a combination of deep blue, gold, and white.

History

Kiyoshi is a second-generation Japanese immigrant, after his mother and father Hikari Hideaki and Ai moved to the UK in the mid-90's in pursuit of freedom from what they saw as Japan's cloyingly restrictive life ethic. Ironic, then, that they proceeded to be about as restrictive with their son as they legally could - Hikari Hideaki's lineage stemmed from that of a former line of samurai, and both of them expected Kiyoshi to properly honour their ancestors whilst also fitting into English high culture. To that end, they had him training from a young age with traditional weapons that were, all things considered, too large for his age and strength, as well as practicing his etiquette in both cultures, and the finer arts such as painting, music, and tea ceremonies. Always, they insisted that he portray himself with nothing less than excellence, offering naught if he failed but sharp reproach and the requirement that he try again until he got it right, something that affects him to this day.

It all came to a head when, near the beginning of his Summer holidays shortly after he'd turned 16, his father took him out to their garden, a large netted area that now inexplicably contained a single swallow. Hideaki explained that the great swordsman Sasaki Kojirō's Tsubame Gaeshi, emulating the curve of a swallow's tail in flight, was quick and precise enough to cut down the same bird mid-flight, and insisted that Kiyoshi practice with the family's nodachi Seirei until he could bring down the bird with that very technique. When Kiyoshi pointed out that it'd be nigh-impossible with a sword like Seirei, the response was a knuckle rap on the forehead and the back door locking him out until dinner.

The next week was spent futilely trying to take the swallow out of the air, but no matter how quickly he swung the blade, Kiyoshi found that the bird would simply change direction to avoid the heavy swipe, even with the very technique Sasaki had pioneered so gracefully. It seemed to him that he would need more than just the one sword to block off all escape routes, and that seemed absurd... unless, he considered, he could somehow project himself to be in more than one place at a time. He knew that supernatural abilities existed, after all, and could be naturally developed. Perhaps if he centred himself, developed a pool of ki, and then projected his ki to effectively put him and his blade in two places at once... or for that matter, three, four, five places? Could he do it? And if he could, how many times could he do it?

Another two weeks passed pondering and exercising this question's limits, to the exclusion of nearly everything else. His parents were pleased with the devotion he'd put into the task he'd been set, but knew not of his method, and grew concerned as he refused to return to the house in pursuit of his goal. Finally, though, Hideaki and Ai were called out to witness Kiyoshi's success: with Seirei drawn, they were shocked to see him apparently multiply in the swallow's direction, surrounding it from all sides before hacking it to bloody pieces mid-air. Though it was a victory for Kiyoshi beyond his wildest dreams, he found himself berated once again for his failure to perform the task "properly", and it struck him that in the end, all he'd managed to do was kill a bird because his parents had requested it of him. A hollow victory, indeed.

After that, his relationship with his family was far chiller than it had been. He dutifully did as asked at home, but pursued his own interests as he pleased beyond its walls - he pursued philosophy and psychology in college and university, he entered clubs specifically to practice his swordfighting skills and enhance his newfound cloning abilities, he even went out to fight and capture criminals in the night. He gained a reputation as a sort of myriad person, a man with a blade who could strike from any angle, who fought to take down evil in secret. A sword saint. Yet as he learned more from his classroom and eventually pursued a life separate from his parents, he felt increasingly that simply curing the symptoms with violence failed to address the source of the problem with true change, a disparate concern that continues to haunt him.

Then, one day, a woman named Eve Roulette contacted him. She discussed who she was and what she had in mind, then offered to bring him to the USA to help right the wrongs of a city in desperate need - and though Kiyoshi felt the approach was still wrong, he couldn't leave the population of New Carona in such dire circumstances. And so to the USA he travelled, the start of a journey that he hoped would have a happy end.

Personality

Motivations: Frankly speaking, the fact that a city would be allowed to fall to street crime so thoroughly upsets Kiyoshi's sense of morality and his desire to make things right. He knows simply wading in and cutting every criminal in the city to ribbons is unlikely to help much - but it'd pave the way for a more permanent solution to be set up, at least.
Sexuality: Demisexual and demiromantic - Kiyoshi does not experience sexual or romantic attraction to others without first forming deep emotional ties.
Likes:

• Order
• Peace
• Meditation
• Blade practice, in specific suburi and kata
• Tea

Dislikes:

• Failing
• Imperfection
• Crassness
• Poor craftsmanship

General: Refined, polite, put-together. All things Kiyoshi attempts to be, and as a general rule succeeds at. A combination of his family's general demeanour and his upbringing in upper-class English society has combined to instill Kiyoshi with both a keen sense of how to politely address others, and a rather traditionally "good" morality, both combining into a persona that is innately calm, and ideally calming to be around, albeit rigid in his perception of the world at times. It has, however, also presented him with something of an internal psychological split - he feels that he has to show excellence or even utter perfection in everything he does, and that if he can't achieve this, then he's simply reproachable and worthless. In other words, he's either God or a worm, with no emotional room for the possibility of being normal and fallible no matter how logically he tries to address the issue. Suffice to say, he gets quite upset with himself when he doesn't succeed, though he tries not to show it.

Fighting Arts

Skills: Etiquette - Having been made to uphold himself in all respects by both his family and the people surrounding him during his upbringing, Kiyoshi's capacity for etiquette is second to none - he is polite to a fault in most cases, rarely failing to uphold the basic social rules, though he is likewise suitably apologetic when he slips up. Perhaps overly so, even when politeness is unnecessary.
Philosophy and psychology - Largely against his parent's wishes, the courses Kiyoshi took in college and university included philosophy and psychology. Consequently, if pushed to do so, he is quite capable of discussing and debating various ideas about the meaning of life and the nature of the human mind, and as a side-benefit has a fairly decent ability to read others based on how they act and his ongoing interactions with them.
Painting - Kiyoshi is quite capable of putting brush to canvas, coming from the pursuit of both art classes in school and enjoyment of the process at home, in particular calligraphy as a means of ensuring a steady hand for more elaborate art pieces. A lot of attempts have been discarded for want of a few slightly out of place lines.
Violin - Kiyoshi never liked playing the violin, or even getting involved with music in general. But, his mother insisted he master a musical instrument, and so it was that the violin became a tool to take out his frustrations in rapturous chords before he realised it wasn't helping. He's still quite capable of playing excellently, but he's not practiced for a couple of years, and his tendency to get frustrated with his unsuccessful efforts has meant it's been left to one side for a while.
Tea-making - Kiyoshi likes tea, and more importantly he likes tea of varying sorts. It stands to reason that he's therefore good at making tea, even out of wild plants such as nettles, both for the simple British purpose of having a cup of Earl Grey, and for the more elaborate tea ceremonies pursued by many traditional Japanese families.
Fighting Style: Ittō-ryū, translates to English as "one-sword school" - For the most part, Kiyoshi's fighting style focuses around the use of a single, very large blade. Consequently, his attacks primarily come from kenjutsu schools descended from the original Ittō-ryū fighting style, in particular Ono-ha Ittō-ryū providing him with a fundamental understanding of the basic cutting technique, thus in theory the myriad of other techniques one might use to attack.
This is somewhat altered by the simple fact that, technically, Kiyoshi rarely fights with just "one" sword. Rather, through intense training of body and ki, he has unlocked an ability that might be referred to as "clone superposition": at any time, he can generate an apparently-ethereal copy of himself and anything on his person made of ki, generally requiring that it be superimposed over himself to at least some extent, and can essentially swap which of these bodies is the "real" Kiyoshi at any moment to alter his own position rapidly, seeming to leave behind afterimages of himself and his weapon in the process. Whilst these ki clones superimpose freely over him and his weapon, they are very much able to interact with the world at large, but they are also somewhat short-lived without some psychological effort on his part, and cannot move or be generated away from Kiyoshi himself, though they can be generated using and move through each other, since they are still linked to Kiyoshi proper.
His three most basic supernatural techniques in a fight, then, are to layer multiple copies of his sword over itself as he strikes, producing an attack that stacks many individual cuts into a single cohesive, and to the untrained eye extremely sharp severing slice; to generate a clone in a new position, then immediately swap to that clone to avoid an attack that would have hit the original body as if leaving behind an afterimage; and to perform this clone repositioning repeatedly to perform a rapid "dash" in one direction for a short distance, altering his position in the blink of an eye whilst appearing to move as a blur of afterimages.
Weaknesses: The very nature of Kiyoshi's fighting style tends toward being more, rather than less lethal - which is fine when his opponent is as supernaturally potent as himself, because they can take the hits, but simply cutting apart random people is a quick way to get arrested or worse, and it's not a proper thing to do besides. As a result, he tends to hold back too much at the start of a fight, so that he can properly gauge how much punishment an opponent can take before ramping up his fighting to match, and as such he is vulnerable to being immediately rushed down and taken by surprise by opponents who care less for such niceties, at least until he catches up and starts fighting seriously.
Likewise, Kiyoshi also has a bad habit of berating himself for not succeeding at something absolutely. This applies even to relatively minor situations, including getting hit in a fight. Consequently, if he finds himself on the back foot, it is entirely possible that it will spiral into a loss as he loses composure and his technique gets sloppier with every subsequent micro-failure.
Special Techniques: Phase - Superimposed clones of oneself and one's weapon are very useful, especially when faced with an opponent's guard. If an opponent sets up a block against Kiyoshi's attack, he can use this technique to generate a new instance of several of Seirei behind that guard, the attack continuing to strike them as if it had phased through the block entirely, albeit with the benefit of the original swing continuing to occupy their guard and prevent them from reasonably defending against the phased strike too.
Amplify - Whilst it can be difficult to accurately control large numbers of clones, it becomes far easier if all are doing the same thing. By layering a clone of himself over his own prime body, Kiyoshi effectively benefits from the physical abilities of both superimposed bodies at once - multiplying his strength, durability, senses, speed and agility by two, at least for a little while. In fact, he can use this technique repeatedly by layering additional clones over himself, increasing the multiplier for his own physical abilities accordingly.
Afterimage Strike - Sometimes, being incredibly fast matters less than looking like you're still there. Such is the nature of this technique: using the same principle as his basic afterimage technique of rapid clone generation, Kiyoshi "dashes" at an opponent, covering a good meter or two in a very short timeframe, and swinging his sword to inflict a lot of damage, often from an unexpected angle as the dash takes him past the opponent's guard.
Super Arts: Hiken: Shinseina Gaeshi (translates as "Secret Sword: Divine Reversal") - Essentially Kiyoshi's ultimate attack, to be used to end a fight quickly, be it early or late in the fight. Almost in emulation of a certain similarly-named attack, Kiyoshi generates a significant number of clones of himself all at once, each swinging multiple overlaid clones of Seirei toward the target from a different angle, trapping them in a prison of attacks each capable of causing serious damage alone, never mind all at once. This makes Kiyoshi appear to have personally struck from many angles at once, and is by its nature extremely difficult to avoid or block when fully executed, with anything less than an all-round barrier being unlikely to stop the blades, or indeed a multi-directional blast of some sort to hit the real Kiyoshi, who will likely have transferred into a clone that is relatively unlikely to be attacked at that point.
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Equipment: Seirei (translates to English as "Holy Ghost") - Kiyoshi's nodachi is around 180cm long, and is clearly well-forged despite its dark blue colour. Most, however, will not see this, because he hides it within a cleverly-designed wooden sheath that makes it appear to be a suburitō instead - essentially a form of training weapon, and for want of a sharp metal blade not legally a sword, let alone a reasonable weapon for a fight in the hands of most due ot its weight. In Kiyoshi's case, however, he is more than strong enough to swing Seirei around, sheath and all, as a comparatively non-lethal option against foes he would rather not grievously wound. When an enemy who does pose a serious threat arrives, he can then draw Seirei proper, bringing the weapon to bear as an incredibly sharp blade with a much longer range than most might expect, able to wound with the merest flick of the tip.

Other:
Sources:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_clothing
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimono
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_painting
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bokken
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suburitō
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinai
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenjutsu
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ittō-ryū
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sasaki_Kojirō
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iaido
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iaijutsu
Some Type-Moon content.
Theme Song
N/A, for the moment.
Favourite classic arcade game
I'unno, I never played any of those. Uh, maybe Mortal Kombat? Blood and stuff.

@BCTheEntity

Kiyoshi looks good! Well researched and documented. We’ve got our 5th fighter! Only one slot left, folks!