RyoRyoRyoken

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@RyoRyoRyoken me and @dabombjk could become the sloppy seconds squad, due to us coming in late. on a totally unrelated note, I think I have an idea for a kekkei genkai, I just need to fit it into the naruto universe, so uh, progress hooray!

@NachoBachoPacho

Mhm. I figure you guys can go on the backup squads accompanying the two primary teams.

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I would also like to know if the rp is still accepting

@dabombjk

As long as a CS is up to snuff, I'm loathe to refuse. Just have to figure out a way to fit the new arrivals in.

A L T E R E D M I R R O R (High-Casual)

I was waiting to see if the rest of the desert group intended to do anything, but I'll probably make a post for Frei tonight.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Nap-time Knight

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Rhein probably should’ve expected Saffron to try and make excuses for why he couldn’t bring him the Fragarach. Odd how he specifically chose Grimhildr, since the Dragnan girl was, well, driving the Prowler. He winced as he watched Saffron stab the boar, a process which he was consistently surprised by as far as how quick the Dragnan was about it. ”If you’re gonna try and disrupt ‘em, I’d prefer you were a bit subtle about it. Don’t need anyone thinking we’re a pack of wild animals.” he stated, giving Saffron permission to mess with their competition, albeit with the caveat that they needed to at least break even as far as their reputation went.
The Prowler began to swerve when Grimhildr decided to give Saffron a piece of her mind, causing Rhein to almost fall off. In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to have Grimhildr driving, but the diminutive Dragnan insisted. Just as Rhein was about to warn her about her handling, Grimhildr shouted to the others that it’d be a good idea to hang onto something. ”Whoa, whoa, wait a m---” suddenly, the rickety eight-wheeler was rolling on four wheels, and the Shabu Shabu Party’s leader was clutching onto the hull the whole time, breathing a sigh of relief as the Prowler came back down onto all eight.
”Did you just forget I was up here?!” Rhein barked, teeth clenched as he hopped down the hatch. At this point, it was pretty clear that he’d have to get the Fragarach himself, since Estelle and Grimhildr were already going to engage the Giga Slime. Muttering to himself, Rhein casually picked up the heavy Accel Blade and strapped it to his right arm.

Frankly, due to everything that had happened so far, Rhein was pretty content to let everyone else handle most of the work like he usually did. As he climbed back out of the Prowler, he watched as Grimhildr pretty obviously assaulted one of the other crew’s vehicles. ”I said to be subtle, Grim.” he remarked. Now enraged by the attack from the other crew’s Prowlers, the Giga Slime began to move into action. Reeling one of its gargantuan arms back, the Giga Slime swung it down towards the Shabu Shabu Party’s Prowler, the gelatinous limb elongating as it flew towards the group. At the same time, the Slime actually fired its other hand like a rocket at the other two Prowlers.
”Somehow, I feel like we’re getting the tougher end.” Rhein remarked, whistling as the whip-like arm rushed towards the Party. The arm was actually about as thick as the Prowler itself. Annoyed that he was going to have to actually put in work this early, Rhein grasped the handle of the Fragarach’s sword. Once the arm was within a few feet, the Hunter clicked the trigger, causing steam-like jets of mana to erupt from the shield as the blade was released from within, the arc of Rhein’s swing leaving a trail of similar steam as he cleaved down the middle of the arm, splitting it into two halves that fell to the sides of the Shabu-Shabu Party’s Prowler. At the same time, the hatch of one of the other Prowlers opened up and a red-headed, moustached Horvin popped his head up, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat he wore upon his head before pointing a metallic wand with a diamond-shaped protrusion on the end. A Casting Device. The moustachioed Horvin took aim for a moment before a blast of wind tore the gelatinous rocket fist to pieces.

”It looks like the Slime’s body gets weaker when it stretches or detaches from the main body.” Rhein called to the rest of the Shabu Shabu Party, flicking slime off of the Fragarach’s rectangular blade and inserting it back into the shield. He said “weaker”, but the tendril of goo had some real weight behind it, and the fist it had launched at the other Party was probably pretty similar. “Weak” wasn’t really an accurate way to put it. More like “easier to deal with”. Which meant that the main body, or the unstretched limbs would be an even bigger pain in the ass. How the hell could a Slime become such a troublesome monster? The Slime’s damaged limbs reformed themselves and it reeled back for another attack, this time going for a sweeping attack to try and take out both crews at once. As the crews got closer, they would notice bones and lumber floating inside of the Giga Slime’s body, remnants of its prior conquests.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Nap-time Knight

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Rhein hadn’t really thought about the fact that, with the sudden, forced halting of the boar’s charge, the only direction Grimhildr would likely be launched was towards him. Knocked to the ground from the force of Grim flying into him, Rhein sighed as he took a moment to look up at the blue sky, catching sight of a large, winged figure flying up ahead. Probably a Roc, from the looks of it. The eyepatched man moved his head to the side as Grimhildr’s fist came down, letting it hit the ground next to him. ”Whoa, that actually looked like a pretty hard punch. Is that anyway to treat your leader?” he grumbled as he got back to his feet. Once Estelle gave her update on the boar situation, Rhein breathed a sigh of relief. While the situation with the stalls was out of their hands, at least the butcher wouldn’t be quite so mad. ”You hear that, Saff? Our master negotiator managed to get us a free meal and a free boar. You could learn a thing or two.” or get a pair of big, soft, juicy--

“Did you get a new contract for us yet, though..? .. partyleader Rhein?”
Shit. Had everyone else been goofing off too? The Shabu Shabu Party’s leader shook his head and gave a thumbs up, the actions obviously contradicting each other. ”Nope. I was hoping you guys would’ve picked something up.” he replied, completely matter-of-fact. Rhein, the Great Leader, in action. The man’s eyebrow twitched as he watched Grimhildr essentially reserve her napping place for the day. Considering the fact that he’d been napping atop their Prowler, Grimhildr’s use of Estelle’s special pillows made him a little--no, incredibly jealous. ”First, the little shit tries to punch me in the head, and now she’s just gonna rub this in my face?” he thought, internally boiling. Perhaps that was the tradeoff. Grim herself was a flat-chested runt, so perhaps the gods had blessed her with the ability to sleep on any boobs she wanted. Either that, or Estelle was easily swayed by Grimhildr’s charms. Regardless, this was yet another sign that Rhein would need to step his game up.
”I’m starving anyway, so how about we just have a bite at the old lady’s place. Then, your handsome and daring leader can get us a fat, juicy Hunting Contract.” he suggested, perfectly fine with putting off a hunt for a little longer, and even more fine with complimenting himself when no one else would. Motioning towards Estelle, he gave the nekomimi a nod.
”Lead the way.”

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”Eh, why the hell did it have to be one of these?” Rhein muttered, frowning as he scanned the page of his Monster Encyclopedia. Apparently, while the group had been eating at “Sagsalot’s”, a Giga Slime had appeared. Where the hell it’d actually come from was honestly a mystery, but a Slime of that size was going to be a pretty gross encounter. A sticky situation, if you will. Frankly, the weirdest thing to Rhein was the artist rendition of the Giga Slime as what appeared to be a mass of gelatin in the shape of an absurdly muscular, headless male human body. Rhein himself had yet to encounter a Giga Slime, but the idea of any Slime taking such a shape seemed pretty weird. Unfortunately for them, it seemed like there were other Hunting Parties in Delion that were on their way to take on the creature. ”Game faces, guys. This is a big one, so we’re gonna have some competition.” he remarked, standing up from his cross-legged sitting position atop the rusty, tank-like Prowler. Handing the encyclopedia down the entry hatch, he pointed to the rather large, bladed shield in the corner. ”Hey, Saffron. Make yourself useful and bring that over here.” he requested, entirely deadpan as he hung down into the vehicle. The weight of the Fragarach’s combined sword and shield would probably be a little too much for the Mage, but Rhein took that as a satisfactory punishment for the Mage after being the catalyst for the day’s earlier mishaps.

At the sound of other vehicles approaching, Rhein lifted himself back out of the Prowler to observe two others. Unlike their eight-wheeled, stryker-like Prowler, the two were a mite smaller, being four-wheeled vehicles with round hulls. Though, what caught Rhein’s eye was the fact that they were actually armed with mounted guns. More importantly, however, both of them were painted with the same logo of a bear with a human skull in its mouth. An odd image, but the primary worry was the fact that it was clear that these guys were noticeably better-equipped. ”Aww, geez. I thought that there would only be small-fry here, but we might be competing with a guild already.” he thought, frowning as both of the vehicles let off shots from their main cannons, prompting Rhein to look at exactly what they were firing at.

”Well, say it ain’t so.” Rhein whistled as he looked up at the colossal creature, which indeed was a massive, muscular gelatin man. As the shells from the two vehicles made impact with the Giga Slime’s blue gelatin body, the headless creature flexed as the shells exploded, only to come out entirely unharmed. This was gonna be a durable Slime, but it wouldn’t be a problem as long as they could at least get the core, which was easily visible due to the creature’s translucent body. It was just a matter of whether or not they could get to it before these other guys did.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

Nap-time Knight

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As Rhein’s aimless strolling continued, the strength of the growls of his stomach grew stronger. ”This suuuckks. I should just go eat without ‘em. Snooze ya lose, right?” he thought, failing to take into the account the fact that he’d been napping not too long ago. Just as he was about to make good on his new plan to just go and fill his stomach, he heard a familiar voice calling his name, prompting him to look in the direction of where it came from, only to see the buxom beastgirl. Estelle. ”Huh? What are talking ab-mmmfph” Rhein’s question was cut short when the feline-eared woman grabbed him and basically shoved his face into her chest, a remarkable feat considering his height. ”So…. Soft.” he mused, enjoying the situation until it had become hard to breathe, at which point Estelle had already begun to pull away and start rubbing his face rather roughly with her shirt. It was situations like this that reminded him of, and reinforced, his goal to have his extravagant mansion of similarly buxom beauties.
”Ugh… Thanks, I guess? Might’ve been a good idea to explain what was wrong first before ya try rubbing my face off.” he remarked before perking up at the prospect of free food.
”Well, lead the way.”

It wasn’t long before the two found Saffron squatting over a pig. Knowing him, he was probably going to try and collect its blood for whatever the hell purpose he collected random blood for. After a short exchange between the Dragnan and the Beastgirl, Saffron had already pulled out a knife and gotten ready to cut the rope before the owner of the boar stepped out, looking visibly angry about what looked to be a group of strangers attempting to steal the damned thing. Please don’t say what you’re d-Fuck” Rhein pinched the bridge of his nose when Saffron let on that he was going to bleed the man’s animal, especially since there was no context for it. Was this guy gonna think they were all part of some kind of bizarre cult? Before Rhein could even recover from Saffron’s blunder, he heard another familiar voice shout.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT'S A PIG!!”
A look of horror crossed his face as the tiny, dark-haired Dragnan girl known as Grimhildr entered the stage, escalating the situation even further by leaping atop the boar and, even worse, riding it off into the distance. A few beats had passed, but soon enough, the boar’s owner had begun to shout some nonsense about having them pay for the boar, no doubt spurred by the fact that Grimhildr made it obvious that she was one of their associates. Annoyed, Rhein was about to speak up, only to be further thrown for a loop when Saffron cracked the butcher on the head with his staff, knocking him out cold.
”Honestly, I’m thinking about quitting myself now.” Rhein grumbled before propping the unconscious butcher against the wall of the building he’d exited to confront them. With that done, he proceeded in the direction of where Grimhildr had gone, the destruction left in the boar’s wake serving as the perfect trail of breadcrumbs by which to follow the Dragnan and her unruly steed.

Rather than sprint after them, Rhein chose to walk, scoffing at Saffron’s suggestion. It seemed Rhein only got to be the “leader” when everyone else was getting in some kind of trouble. ”Eh, maybe going back home wouldn’t be such a bad idea?” he thought, only to quickly put the idea out of his mind. Not an option. Though, if things like this kept happening, the Shabu Shabu Party’s rep was gonna go down the drain. Not that their reputation was particularly stellar to begin with.
”Geez, this thing really went for maximum damage.” he remarked, coming to an enclosure of stalls that the boar, with Grimhildr in tow, happened to be running around in circles between after having put a hurting on quite a few of them. At this point, it just looked like the boar was trying to shake Grimhildr off, but once it spotted Rhein, it made a mad dash in his direction.
”Uhhh….” Rhein raised an eyebrow as the boar made its charge, determination in the animal’s eyes as it charged toward’s the tan-skinned individual. As soon as the boar was within reasonable melee distance, it would receive quite a surprise. Without any real hint of hesitation, Rhein punched the boar in the face, spiking its head into the ground and knocking it out instantly and probably launching Grimhildr from the abruptness of the stop. Perhaps they could just bring the boar back and pretend nothing ever happened? Well, that’d be pretty hard considering the mess they made. Rhein found it hard to believe that being in a Hunting Party would be this stressful for everybody. Or, if it were, the stress was probably relegated solely to the actual hunting portion of everyday life rather than the shenanigans that were going on with the Shabu Shabu Party. Had he just gotten unlucky and recruited a bunch of troublemakers? Was he that desperate?

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

R H E I N

The township of Delion

A yawn escaped from the form of the man laying atop the eight-wheeled Prowler parked just outside the quaint township of Delion as he awoke from his slumber. ”Well, that was refreshing.” he remarked, scratching the back of his head as he hopped down from the top of the vehicle. How long had he been asleep for? The sun hadn’t gone down yet, so it couldn’t have been too long. In any case, it was about time that he went to see what the rest of the mighty “Shabu Shabu Party”, a name he’d come up with while hungry, were up to. If he were lucky, there might have even been a chance that they picked up a Hunting Contract while he was asleep so he wouldn’t have to. As Rhein walked through the township of Delion, he checked his pockets to make sure that no one had taken advantage of him during his sleep, only to find that his belongings hadn’t even been touched. Breathing a sigh of relief, Rhein was glad to know he still had money on him, as his stomach had begun to growl during the check. Getting some grub would have to wait until after he checked up on everyone else, however.

As he passed by the townsfolk, Rhein noticed that people looked at him funny as he passed their field of vision. ”Huh? What the hell are they looking at me like that for? Never seen a guy with an eyepatch before?” he thought, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of some girls stifling chuckles as they watched him pass. What the hell? Did he look funny or something? Unbeknownst to Rhein, some children had snuck up to him while he was sleeping and drew a moustache on his face and a monocle over his uncovered eye, as well as a third eye on his forehead. To cap it off, they even managed to tie his hair into some sort of topknot, which he’d somehow not managed to notice in his concern over whether or not he had any money stolen.

Scratching an itch on his cheek, the tan man frowned at the injustice being done to him at this moment. Had the others been stared at and openly laughed at in their time at the town? Somehow he didn’t think that was the case. Whatever. He was in a good mood from his nap, and he wasn’t going to let people thinking he was a dork ruin that. Hell, he was already used to that from the other members of the Hunting Party, who were a bit reluctant to refer to him as their “leader”, even after almost a year of hunting together. Then again, it wasn’t as if Rhein had often performed any leader-like duties, what with all of his napping and general nonsense. He’d probably have to work on that if he ever wanted to form a larger guild, but for now he wanted to enjoy the comparatively lax atmosphere of travelling with the two Dragnan and the Beastfolk woman. He’d gotten lucky in that they’d managed to cover all of the classical “Hunting Party” roles early on, and even managed to have another Frontliner on board, thus reducing the amount of effort that Rhein felt he would need to put in.

”Where the hell is everyone?” Rhein muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t actually looking very hard since he was kind of just wandering aimlessly through the town more than anything, mostly just hoping he’d spot some horns or furry ears, or…. other things. Unlike him, there was at least some chance that everyone else was actually doing something productive with their time. Or they’d gone off to hunt without him, which had happened a few times before, to be sure. In any case, they were more likely to find him than he was to find them. Plus, it wasn’t as if he happened to be in a rush to do any actual work, as the weather was actually quite nice, and the atmosphere of Delion was quite peaceful. In fact, Rhein was hard-pressed to believe the town had a monster problem at all.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

”Rhein”

R H E I N

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”Oi oi, isn’t that thing a little bit too big?”

Name:
“Rhein” (Pronounced RYE-n)

Age:
Twenty-Five

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Race:
Human

Hunter?:
Yes

Affiliations:
“Shabu-Shabu Party”

Personality:
It would not be a stretch to refer to Rhein as “eccentric”, and even less so to refer to him as “lazy”. Rhein would honestly prefer not to go on hunts most of the time, but acknowledges that it’s both the “best” and “only” way of achieving his goal of becoming wealthy and retiring in an estate surrounded by cute maids and good food. Many who have only seen him outside of a hunt have referred to him as a “good-for-nothing, whose only skills are eating, napping and being a pervert”. And, to be frank, some of that still remains true even while Hunting. Even in the heat of battle, Rhein tries as hard as he can to not have to exert himself too much, often leaving the bulk of the work to the more enthusiastic members of the Hunting Party. There are times, however, when Rhein gets truly worked up, showing that there is a hot-blooded beast under his goofy exterior.

Rhein is not without his good points, however. While he doesn’t always make an effort to make it known (perhaps due to some poor attempt at seeming aloof, or finding it too embarrassing to say), he cares very deeply for those who he’s grown to consider his “friends”, and seeing them in mortal danger is one of the few ways to get him to break from his normally laid-back ways and actually get angry. Furthermore, Rhein is an observant individual with a keen eye (Heh) for detail and guessing other peoples’ intentions.

History:
As far as anyone is concerned, and as far as Rhein is willing to let on, he’s just some guy with an eyepatch who decided to become a Hunter. Due to his laziness, it took him a while before he actually managed to form a proper Hunting Party and, by extension, work up the capital to procure his first Prowler. Judging from Rhein’s knowledge of certain places, one could assume that he is fairly well-traveled, though he’ll make every effort to dodge the question when one tries to pry into his past. It is notable, however, that he seems to get a bit nervous when one mentions the kingdom of “Entelexeia” for whatever reason, though he’s very quick to play it off.

Skills and Abilities:
One might be surprised to see that one like Rhein has a notable command over both Ki and Magic, something which is the mark of a skilled individual. As far as Magic goes, it seems that Rhein’s specialty is in the realm of Reinforcement magic, using it in tandem with Ki to boost the power of his attack and defense. However, even more impressive is his use of a form of Reinforcement called “Overedging” that he can use on weaponry, increasing the offensive properties of armaments at the cost of causing damage from the “overload” of mana being ran through them. Other than Reinforcement, Rhein is also fairly decent at using healing magic and is, of course, capable of simply releasing mana in the form of simple blasts of energy, or arcs off of the swings of his weapons.
Rhein’s use of Ki can be argued to be better than his magic, being able to fight monsters adequately without a weapon if it ever came to that point. Rhein is capable of launching blasts of Ki at a distance, but his preferred method of combat in hand-to-hand is to send blasts of Ki directly into the body of an opponent through a punch or palm thrust, a technique which is known to be employed by several kinds of martial arts throughout Dunamis.
Currently unknown whether or not Rhein possesses an Over-Skill.

Equipment:
N.A.W Accel Blade Model “Fragarach”: A sword and shield-style “Accel Blade” model developed by Nuada Arms Works. The sword itself is fairly long, and sports a rectangular, black blade that has a silver zig-zag shaped “crack” running down its length. The blade is a bit more thick than normal, doubling as a kind of bludgeoning weapon. The sword has no guard, but a rectangular strip of metal runs from the sword’s handle up from the base of the blade with the enscription “N.A Works” in gold on one side, of the blade, and “Fragarach” on the other. The handle is somewhat long, and made of a black material with the appearance of marble and has a trigger by where one’s index finger would be, with a gold, rectangular pommel capping it off. The shield is also rather big, slightly moreso than the already long blade and is shaped “heater-style”, while being flat like a kite shield. The shield, much like the accompanying blade, is black and has silver trim around the sides, and the face of the shield has an engraving of Nuada Arms Works’ insignia of a silver fist raised into the air. While obviously well-suited for defense, the Fragarach model’s shield serves a variety of other purposes. At the top of the shield is a port into which one can insert the sword to use the shield as a sheath for the blade when travelling.. The shield also acts as the vehicle through which the Fragarach performs its function as an Accel Blade. While “sheathed”, if one presses the trigger on the Fragarach’s blade, the shield will release a burst of mana internally that will eject the sword with great force, acting as an aid in the use of quickdraw attacks for greater cutting power and speed. As an additional function, the shield is capable of acting as a larger blade, as the edges are actually sharpened to allow for the use of the shield as a rather large sword if one requires a heavier weapon.

Rodan’s Monster Encyclopedia: A rather useful book containing information on monsters that have already been discovered.

Titanomakhia! {Invitation Only}

T I T A N O M A K H I A

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Terminology

Dunamis: The planet that the story is set on. Approximately three times the size of Earth, and possessed of innumerable biomes and bizarre creatures.

Hunters: Those who hunt monsters. While Hunters are required to earn a Hunting License before being able to officially accept requests, they ultimately aren't beholden to any greater organization, acting as mercenaries of a sort. It is no small stretch to assume that those who have taken up this job, and have lived long enough to be considered "veterans", are incredible specimens in some aspects.

Hunting "Parties" and "Guilds": Hunting monsters is a dangerous job, and even moreso when one is doing it alone. As such, many hunters have taken it upon themselves to put together groups of Hunters known as "Parties". While membership tends to vary, one of the tried-and-true party compositions involves a frontline fighter (typically a Ki user), a "Gunner" (who is often also a mechanic) and a Mage, if one can find one of suitable competence. There are some Hunting Parties, however, that become big enough to be considered a "Guild". While most Hunting Parties number between three to five members, some of the premier Hunting Guilds have hundreds of members, often breaking off into regional subdivisions that report back to their central "Prowler" Base for updates.

Prowlers: The "Rolling Fortresses" employed by Hunting Parties. Can take a variety of forms, but Guilds often sport the largest ones among them, often operating out of Airships for their primary Prowler. There are even some rookie teams who forgo the use of a Prowler due to the expense of actually obtaining one, and the following maintenance. Having a Prowler is a badge of honour, and often seen as the mark of a "true" Hunting Party, since those without one tend to stick to one area.

Magic and "Mana": The act of using one's spiritual essence (known as "Mana") to enforce one's will upon reality. All living creatures possess Mana in varying amounts, but it typically takes applied training and study in order to properly use it to one's own ends. Those who are trained to use magic are known as "Mages", and among them there are many who choose to specialize in certain schools of Magecraft. The applications of Magic itself appear to be seemingly endless, and there are some Mages and devices that are capable of drawing Mana from the surrounding world in order to create the desired effects.

Ki: On the flipside of the coin from "Mana" is the energy known as Ki. Much like Mana, it is something that exists within all living beings. Ki is the essence of one's physical being and overall vigor. While ultimately capable of far less (or, at least far more simple things) than the feats brought about by Magic, the use of Ki is no less valuable to a Hunter. Ki allows one to strengthen all aspects of their body and, with great enough levels of Ki, coupled with great control, one is capable of unleashing blasts of energy that are not too dissimilar from those done by a magic user. It is not unusual for Ki specialists to be able to leak their Ki out into the surrounding area as an act of intimidation, exerting pressure onto other creatures.

"Over-Skill": Distinct from the use of Mana or Ki in that the origin of this ability is unknown. Possessed of no particular rules other than the fact that they appear to be unique to each individual, an Over-Skill can take on a variety of forms. On that note, however, not everyone happens to possess an Over-Skill, a fact which prompts many Mages to try and figure out what the conditions are to develop an Over-Skill.

Casting Devices: A tool of the trade for many Mages, a casting device can take many forms (though, some of the more "old-school" Mages prefer things like staves, wands and even tomes), but their purpose is ultimately the same. By running Mana through a Casting Device, Mages are capable of bypassing some steps in the process of casting spells, often programming spells into their Devices for quick access. Higher-quality Devices are capable of empowering a Mage's spells, often drawing Mana from the atmosphere and incorporating it into said feats.

“Spirits”: Often referred to in scholarly articles as “Eidolons”, Spirits are theorized to be wild manifestations of Dunamis’ consciousness, similarly to Dragons. As beings composed purely of “wild” mana, Spirits take on a variety of forms, and higher level spirits appear to be capable of changing forms at will. Throughout history there have been particularly exceptional individuals that have managed to enter contracts with Spirits, taking the on as “Familiars” of sorts. Recent developments in magecraft have devised a process by which one can create an artificial Spirit, although this process is only achievable through a combination of high amounts of pure mana stones and an exceptional spellcaster, thereby making the creation of artificial Eidolons a rare case.
To note, the existence of races like the Nymphs is often attributed to somehow being descended from Greater Spirits, though the process by which that may have happened is currently unknown.

Races of Dunamis

Humans: Pretty self-explanatory. The most numerous race on Dunamis, and easily the one with the most "nicknames" among the races, whether they be derogatory or endearing.

Eldrin: Essentially the equivalent of "Elves" on the planet of Dunamis. Long-lived and regal, the Eldrin are most known for their contributions to the realm of Magic and the research of its potential applications.

Beastfolk: The appearance of the Beastfolk is much like that of humans, except with some key differences. Beastfolk often possess the ears (and, although not always, the tails) of animals. The actual origins and evolutionary necessity of these traits is unknown, but ultimately irrelevant at this point in history.

Dragnan: Similarly to the Beastfolk, the Dragnan are also mostly human in appearance. However, they are possessed of horns of varying shape and number that jut out from their heads. Many Dragnan see the size of their horns as a sign of virility and strength.

Horvin: A diminutive people who rarely stand above three feet tall. Babyfaced and long-eared, the Horvin are considered to be the most "adorable" of the races on Dunamis, and even those who take of the career of Hunting are often not taken seriously, much to their chagrin.

Beastmen: Not to be confused with the Beastfolk, the Beastmen are those whose animal traits extend far beyond simply having ears and tails. There was a period in history where the "civilized" races treated the anthropomorphic Beastmen as monsters as well, but time has managed to integrate a great many Beastmen into the rest of society. However, there are also a great many Beastmen who prefer the wilderness to bustling city life.

Drakon: Essentially the "reptillian" equivalent of the Beastfolk, and subject to a similar history, albeit there are more of them who prefer the city life. Many believe that they are descended from the mighty "Dragons", and it might not be the most ridiculous of claims considering their strength and great aptitude for working feats of Magic.

Character Sheet

CHARACTER NAME

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[Theme Song, if Applicable, Here]
[Witty Quote, if ya like]

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Race:

Hunter?:
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Affiliations:
(i.e Hunting Party/Guild, Royal Guard, etc.)

Personality:

History:
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Skills and Abilities:
(Includes things like Magic specialties, Proficiency in Ki, Over-Skills, "Special Moves", you name it)

Equipment:

Nᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ: Uɴɪᴛʏ Oʀ Fʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ

Osuushi, Senhime

Million Threads

As expected, Tsukiko met her suggestion with a certain level of aggression. While the commander herself wasn’t particularly intimidated by the display, it certainly wasn’t doing her any favors in the likeability department. To be fair, though, there was wisdom in Tsukiko’s words.Crossing her arms under her chest, Senhime let out a sigh. ”I’ll admit that my leadership still leaves a lot to be desired. Bringing together the disparate groups of the Jiyutai was a task in and of itself, if I’m being honest. But you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t lord over this army with an iron fist like Hamajo does his own.” she remarked. Sometimes she missed not having any responsibility other than running missions by herself. While she was confident that she was doing at leat a half-decent job so far, she knew that going from what was once deemed to be a one-woman army to the head of an entire organization was a rather large shift in how she operated.

”I placed them in your care because I know that you have something I don’t. I’ll trust that your methods will adequately prepare them for the task ahead, but be aware that I am expecting you to produce actual results. You might not care too much, but these are still children. Call it sentimentality, but I’m still on the fence as to whether or not smacking them around is the best way to achieve any progress.” Senhime stated, now heading towards the exit of the room. Perhaps she would’ve had a different outlook on the matter if she didn’t have Akumako around. In a way, the presence of her little sister might have kept her from becoming like Tsukiko. Though, those struck down by the Million Threads might not have seen the two very differently.

Before leaving, the commander looked over her shoulder, pondering the options that Tsukiko had posed to her in regards to the table. ”Hm~. The Unfettered’s insignia would fit rather well, wouldn’t it?” she chimed, answering the woman’s question before dipping out of sight to go find Akumako, only to be informed during her walk that the younger Osuushi sister had blown up a table. ”Ara ara~. We really can’t have anything nice around here, can we?”

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Two Weeks Later

Amegakure
Hamajo-day

Two weeks had passed like a blur as the preparations for the assault on the Hamajo Monument were made. And now was the moment of truth. The center of the village was filled with the citizens gathered in front of the monument, awaiting the speech that was to be given by the Blue Voice, and the following celebratory proceedings. In a few moments, the Jiyuna no Guntai’s strike teams would spring their attack, with the Statue Occupation team having hopefully devised a plan to clear out any civilians within range of the statue. It would be an even greater uphill battle, if not an entirely impossible one, to gain the support of the commonfolk if they screwed up and ended up harming civilians in this display of the Jiyutai’s might.

Gazing upon the crowd from a distance was the Commander of the Jiyuna no Guntai herself, Senhime of the Million Threads. Perched atop a building, the horned woman rested a hand on her hip while the other gripped her trusty nodachi, the blade still tucked neatly into its sheath. Though, if their limited intelligence were to believe, it would not be long before Shurakumo would need to see the light of day. Turning to look at those accompanying her on the building , Senhime smiled at the members of the Statue Occupation team. ”Well, now’s the moment you’ve all prepared for. The other team should be moving now, so I think it’s about time that you all make your grand entrance.” she chimed, winking at Akumako, Seichiro and Maema, who were all wearing custom-made cloaks. The commander turned her attention back to the statue and raised a hand in its direction. Without a second’s delay, three white strings fired from her fingertips, punching into the statue’s torso. Senhime checked the tautness of the makeshift zip-lines as she watched some of the crowd react with confusion at the sight of the faintly glowing strings that marred the statue’s visage. ”Your chariot awaits~.” she purred, signalling for the three that they were good to go.

There were certainly going to be targets that Senhime herself would have to look out for. The Blue Voice for one. And, while she was sure that President Hamajo himself wouldn’t show himself (not immediately, anyway), there were also key players like Yamato Minamoru to consider. If it weren’t abundantly clear before that the assault on the Hamajo Monument, and the Hamajo-day festival as a whole, was a gargantuan task, it would be made apparent very soon.