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Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

Hayakawa Kimiko

NAME: Hayakawa Kimiko
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Rather tall for a girl her age, Hayakawa possesses the build of one used to physical activity. She's lean and lithe, in fit shape but without considerable musculature or bulk. Hayakawa regularly wears a smirk or scowl on her face, combined with sharp facial features set on clear and clean skin, and amber eyes. Hayakawa dresses in street fashion when possible, and takes good care of her personal appearance, though not as meticulously as others might. Her dark hair is usually tied into a ponytail and she is rarely seen without her 'signature' red bomber jacket- wearing at any opportunity, even over her school uniform.

PERSONALITY:
Confident, though not quite to the point of arrogance, and stubborn, Hayakawa carries herself with the air of someone steady and sure of themselves. Occasionally brash and prone to being a bit hot-headed, Hayakawa has a rebellious streak a mile long and an at-times blatant disregard for authority, earning her a reputation of being a bit of a delinquent. She's loyal to a fault towards those she trusts, even if she doesn't always agree with or even like them at the time. Hayakawa values freedom above all and hates being restricted, and has a tendency to lash out when she feels trapped.

BACKSTORY:
Born an only child, Hayakawa's parents passed away shortly a few years after she was born, and she fell into the care of her paternal grandmother. Hayakawa's grandmother tended one of the few Shinto temples left in Yokohama, often times dragging Hayakawa along to help out, kicking and screaming. Her grandmother did her best, and meant well, but the family was always busy and short on money, and the older lady was never able to keep up with a growing child. As a result, Hayakawa spent most of her time away from the house, getting lost in whatever she found herself in at the time, from gaming, to graffiti, smoking, skipping curfew and generally causing trouble.

While bright enough as an individual, Hayakawa never paid much attention in school. Scraping by with her education, Hayakawa scored making smack dab in the middle of the pack at school. A bit notorious for her poor relationship with school faculty, Hayakawa had gotten into trouble with the police more than once throughout her early school life. Her poor reaction to the rumor mill and trouble with authority earned her the reputation of a delinquent and bully.

In an attempt to reign her in, Hayakawa's grandmother took her to the temple when she was 15 during the rainy season, to pay respects to her family and ancestors. At that temple, during the midst of a storm, Hayakawa made contact with a Raijū that had watched over her family for generations, whom had been subject to a shadow contract with her father- and now her.

With her eyes now opened to the world around her, Hayakawa for perhaps the first time in her life, looks forward to going to school.
SKILLS:
Hayakawa is active and physically fit, strong for her age and size, with plenty of stamina to boot. She is surprisingly well practiced with archery, participating in both the archery club at her old school, and having learned traditional bowmanship with grandmother.

SPIRITUAL ENERGY GRADE: B

• CONTRACTED BEING: Raijū - Thunder Beast
• CONTRACT RANK: B
• CONTRACT ABILITIES:
  
  Taking on aspects of a thunder beast, when using her contracted powers, Hayakawa moves faster than normal, leaving sparks, crackling electricity and scorch marks in her wake. Her speeds are still very much human, but often quick enough to get her into and out of trouble.
  
  Offensively, Hayakawa is able to create in her hands bolts of electricity, semi-solid bolts of about a meter in length, with which she can then fire from her Azusa Yumi, throw like a spear, or strike with like a weapon. Though quick to conjure, at the moment, only two of these bolts can exist at any given moment in time.
• COST:
  
  Much to her chagrin, in order to maintain these powers, Hayakawa must present prayers and tend to the local temple weekly, during which she must remain poised and polite. In addition, Hayakawa is charged with the protection of one of the Raijū's distant descendants: a fat, ill mannered and lazy Shiba named Kiri.

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

Incidentally, if I'm missing anyone please let me know!

@VitaVitaAR

Raises hand - I also submitted a character :D

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5528545

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

My submission, for your perusal: a delinquent, and a shrine maiden

Hayakawa Kimiko

NAME: Hayakawa Kimiko
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female

APPEARANCE DETAILS:
Rather tall for a girl her age, Hayakawa possesses the build of one used to physical activity. She's lean and lithe, in fit shape but without considerable musculature or bulk. Hayakawa regularly wears a smirk or scowl on her face, combined with sharp facial features set on clear and clean skin, and amber eyes. Hayakawa dresses in street fashion when possible, and takes good care of her personal appearance, though not as meticulously as others might. Her dark hair is usually tied into a ponytail and she is rarely seen without her 'signature' red bomber jacket- wearing at any opportunity, even over her school uniform.

PERSONALITY:
Confident, though not quite to the point of arrogance, and stubborn, Hayakawa carries herself with the air of someone steady and sure of themselves. Occasionally brash and prone to being a bit hot-headed, Hayakawa has a rebellious streak a mile long and an at-times blatant disregard for authority, earning her a reputation of being a bit of a delinquent. She's loyal to a fault towards those she trusts, even if she doesn't always agree with or even like them at the time. Hayakawa values freedom above all and hates being restricted, and has a tendency to lash out when she feels trapped.

BACKSTORY:
Born an only child, Hayakawa's parents passed away shortly a few years after she was born, and she fell into the care of her paternal grandmother. Hayakawa's grandmother tended one of the few Shinto temples left in Yokohama, often times dragging Hayakawa along to help out, kicking and screaming. Her grandmother did her best, and meant well, but the family was always busy and short on money, and the older lady was never able to keep up with a growing child. As a result, Hayakawa spent most of her time away from the house, getting lost in whatever she found herself in at the time, from gaming, to graffiti, smoking, skipping curfew and generally causing trouble.

While bright enough as an individual, Hayakawa never paid much attention in school. Scraping by with her education, Hayakawa scored making smack dab in the middle of the pack at school. A bit notorious for her poor relationship with school faculty, Hayakawa had gotten into trouble with the police more than once throughout her early school life. Her poor reaction to the rumor mill and trouble with authority earned her the reputation of a delinquent and bully.

In an attempt to reign her in, Hayakawa's grandmother took her to the temple when she was 15 during the rainy season, to pay respects to her family and ancestors. At that temple, during the midst of a storm, Hayakawa made contact with a Raijū that had watched over her family for generations, whom had been subject to a shadow contract with her father- and now her.

With her eyes now opened to the world around her, Hayakawa for perhaps the first time in her life, looks forward to going to school.
SKILLS:
Hayakawa is active and physically fit, strong for her age and size, with plenty of stamina to boot. She is surprisingly well practiced with archery, participating in both the archery club at her old school, and having learned traditional bowmanship with grandmother.

SPIRITUAL ENERGY GRADE: B

• CONTRACTED BEING: Raijū - Thunder Beast
• CONTRACT RANK: B
• CONTRACT ABILITIES:
  
  Taking on aspects of a thunder beast, when using her contracted powers, Hayakawa moves faster than normal, leaving sparks, crackling electricity and scorch marks in her wake. Her speeds are still very much human, but often quick enough to get her into and out of trouble.
  
  Offensively, Hayakawa is able to create in her hands bolts of electricity, semi-solid bolts of about a meter in length, with which she can then fire from her Azusa Yumi, throw like a spear, or strike with like a weapon. Though quick to conjure, at the moment, only two of these bolts can exist at any given moment in time.
• COST:
  
  Much to her chagrin, in order to maintain these powers, Hayakawa must present prayers and tend to the local temple weekly, during which she must remain poised and polite. In addition, Hayakawa is charged with the protection of one of the Raijū's distant descendants: a fat, ill mannered and lazy Shiba named Kiri.

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP

Also reading through this with great interest!

SPIRITUM

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"Ah, say it ain't so. I was just starting to enjoy this little vacation." Gerard sighed as the others began to filter out of the truck. Morden went to move and aid Val- they all more or less knew each other's Astral Reducer dosages by heart, Gerard's magic was more for damages of the flesh, which they had surprisingly sustained very little of. Gerard swung himself out of the back of the truck, glad to be out of the stuffy back and breathed in the cool air. Looking up at the sky now, no one would've been able to guess that a ship was up there shelling the crap out of them no more than a few minutes ago. It was like it had up and vanished. "Whatever those things were, they're gone now." he muttered.

Much like Silje, one of the first things Gerard did was check if the ship made any news, or if anyone else had caught a sighting of it- which shouldn't have been difficult given it's size, but both WARDENs disappointingly found nothing on social media or news. Either truly no one had seen anything, or Rassvet censor nets were already hard at work.

"What I'm curious about," Gerard called out to the group, "Is why princess here crashed here of all places. The peace talks weren't set to happen until tomorrow- and even flying we're a good few days west of Orestia. That's a pretty far distance to fall."

"We never made it to the Rassvet border." The princess replied, also stepping out of the back of the truck, watchful eyes prevented her from straying too far away, so she made do with sitting on the truck's bumper, hands running through her hair to shake off untold amounts of dust. "We were about an hour or so away from the border before we ran into a mist storm. We were only in the storm for a few minutes. When we came out we were- wherever here is, it was dark, and then we were attacked moments later."

"I've heard of mist storms displacing objects- chairs, wallets, keys, but a whole ass ship?" Gerard couldn't help but chuckle out of the sheer absurdity of such a thing, "I've never heard of such a thing."

He sighed but nodded as Justice told him to call it in. Looked like their vacation might end up being cut short after all- great. They' d only just pooled up a bunch of money for this sort of thing anyway, and it's not like Rassvet paid trainees much either. As Gerard walked a short ways away to make the call, the Vangar princess turned to Justice to address her and the rest of the Barghests milling around the truck.

"With all the chaos and running, I hadn't thanked you properly yet." Collette said before giving them a short bow, So thank you, I don't think I would've survived the night if you all hadn't come along."

"I'm guessing you all already know who I am, but for the sake of formalities, my name is Collette van Skymning. I was supposed to be arriving in Orestia to facilitate peace talks between Vangar and Rassvet. For whatever that's worth."

" -no I don't know what they are, that's why I called them unknown entities." Gerard's voice carried through the relatively still air, frustration apparent in his tone. "No sir, we didn't take secure lines with us when we left- we weren't expecting to get into combat some hundred miles or so inside the border. Yes sir. Yes sir. But- Yes sir."

Returning back to the group, Gerard sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, no one whose worth a damn is awake right now, but I managed to get on the line with Lieutenant Setzer, the training company XO. He said he's going to report to relevant parties ASAP, for now we're to hold fast and lay low."

Glancing down at the rest stop a few miles down, Gerard shrugged. " Can we a least lay low with four walls and beds? Rest stop looks like it has a garage, and this junk heap isn't gonna last much longer without some repairs."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

Mentions: @Izurich, @Click This, @Ithradine, @Psyker Landshark

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"Good shots." Galahad commented. He'd always known Skael had good marksmen, but Eliane was surely something else. Galahad didn't know if they'd killed Reisa, but at the very least they had space and cover for retreat- as much as some of them may have enjoyed the idea of slaughtering a Valheim garrison, they weren't exactly in the position for a drawn out battle. Reaching down, the Dragoon ensured that his cloak was secured around the young dragon eidolon before shouldering her, shifting his grip on his halberd so he could at least hold it one handed. "Now seems a good a time as any to get out of here. Let's go."

Relatively silent when compared to the chaos going on in the streets below them, Galahad hopped from rooftop to rooftop as he ran alongside the rest of the team, keeping an eye out for threats he thought they couldn't handle on their own. Not that he had much to worry- when it came to the rank and file of Valheim's forces, the Kirins and their new additions had already proven themselves.

Robin and Rudolf lead the charge down the snaking maze of alleyways, the others not far behind, Chisaki and an unwilling Izayoi in tow. The ninja was lagging behind, and another of Valheim's infantrymen sprinted out of yet another alleyway in an attempt to flank the fleeing group, and take advantage of the ninja's wounded state. Before the soldier could get within ten paces of the group, a pair of blued steel boots crashed unceremoniously onto the top of his shoulders, the point of a wicked halberd cracking the armored carapace with relative ease. Galahad, along with a cape-covered Eve over his shoulder nodded to the group and gestured down one of the dark alleyways with a nod of his head- one of their pre-established exit routes.

"This way!" Galahad called to the group. He leaned in a bit towards Izayoi as he ushered the others by, his voice lowering. "Kill Reisa another time. You're the one that said you needed to rescue the lordling. So, rescue him."

The Land of Skara: and the Songtale of the Breaking

Interested! Cooking up a potential character- I'm thinking maybe a sort of performer-thiefy type- the sort of bragadocious/mischievous entertainer type whose hands are maybe a bit too quick for his own good, or maybe a good natured gentle giant sort of fella

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

Mentions: @Ithradine, @Izurich, @Click This

"Arton with me!" Galahad bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos of battle. Miina's spell had taken out the leadership, and the soldiers surrounding him were beginning to crumble, their focus dividing as they faced attack from multiple angles. Bounding forward, Galahad leaped and swerved, juking his way through oncoming fire before straighting out the last dozen yards and bursting forward with his halberd held before him. The Dragoon crashed into the fractured enemy formation, impaling the foremost soldier with the point of his weapon like a cavalryman's lance. An upward swing of his heavy blade sending the skewered man flying unceremoniously through the air, landing a few feet away with a sickening thud.

Twisting his torso, Galahad took a step back and twisted his weapon, catching the blade of another soldier on the haft of his halberd as he shoved him back, flipping his halberd and jabbing with the pointed butt of his weapon. Mithril cleaved through the steel armor and sent the soldier reeling, though Galahad didn't check his kill as he began to flourish his weapon, wide swings and arcs keeping the soldiers at bay and further breaking up their formation.

The fighting from inside grew louder now, as Izayoi's team finally spilled out of the prison, they'd retrieved Hein. All that was left now was for them to retreat, though that was easier said than done with the airship pouring fire down onto them. Or at least it would have been, if not for their black mage pulling a literal dragon out of her hat. The resulting display of power was awe inspiring, and was perhaps a reminder of the sheer amount of threat Valheim truly posed- had Eve stayed loyal to them, perhaps the Kirins would be the ones on the receiving end of this magic.

Galahad's awe quickly turned into horror as he saw the girl transform back into her original form and began falling- did she not have a backup plan? Or perhaps was he the backup plan and no one told him. With a curse, Galahad quickly extricated himself from his current engagement, throwing back Valheim footmen with a wide swing before he jumped high into the air, the crest of his arc meeting Eve's trajectory as he caught her.

Roof tiles scattered and shattered as Galahad's form landed on the roof next to Eliane. "This wasn't part of any plan I discussed." Galahad grumbled as he set the no-longer-dragon girl down next to Eliane, quickly unclasping his cloak to wrap it around the unconscious eidolon. "I think she'll be safest up here. Let's wrap things up and get out of here, quickly."

SPIRITUM

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The truck veered hard as it narrowly avoided another large pine that had materialized out of the darkness. Whatever items or people that had not been secured previously were tossed around haphazardly throughout the interior. Steady hands expertly manipulated controls, as commanded of the powers that existed that the whole rig didn't stall. Somewhere beneath the roar and protest of the engine, the sound of branches and stone snapping and crunching in the distance, along with sets of glowing blue eyes let them know that they were still being pursued.

"Did she say p-prisoner?!" The princess' voice called out, somehow cutting between the din of the roaring engine and the steady blam of Morden's shotgun. Her voice held a mild tone of panic even as her arm gripped tightly at Justice's arm that kept her stable and still. "Is shooting diplomats out of the sky a normal thing here or- Ah! "

The entire truck bed shuddered and shifted again as Kali weaved through both enemy fire and terrain, the sudden shift silencing the princess. Gerard took that as his moment to chime in.

"Well they're trying to kill us too, so I wouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly your royalness." Gerard commented, using his telekinesis to hold a growing line of shotgun shells steady next to Morden's hand as he fired, so the larger WARDEN could reload without having to pull himself back into the truck. "That being said, I think third party might be a safe assumption at this point. But they have to be pretty ballsy to fly a ship into Rassvet airspace and start shooting."

The ground nearby them exploded as the ship shot at them again, nearly blinding them with the light of the detonation. This time close enough to knock the truck off its wheels for a second before it landed with a rough crash. Stone splinters ripped through the fabric cover of the truck bed and peppered their aegises, magical barriers flaring in response to the shrapnel. As though the explosion was a beacon of light marking their position, a volley of energy bolts streaked from the sets of blue eyes growing increasingly lost in the distance, a horizontal storm of lightning bolts streaking at their vehicle. Justice parried the bolt that was headed straight for the center of the cabin, as Silje's detonation caught the vast majority of the rest. The resulting air stank of burnt ozone, but at least they hadn't died.

This manic chase ontinued for what felt like an eternity. Eventually tires bounced from dirt and stone to slick asphalt, the truck cutting across a road to reach the nearby woods. The darkness gave way to the dim, spread out highway lights, a short bit of open ground before the relative shelter of the woods.

And then something strange happened.

Their pursuers stopped. Mechanical frames slowed at the very border of the preserve, their movements shifting from precise and calculated to jerky and unsteady before coming to a complete halt. Raised cannons lowered, eyes flickered for a moment, as though glaring at the truck, and very slowly they began to turn and disappear back into the darkness. The ship froze in the sky. Another low tone from somewhere within its bowels was sounding and seemed to stretch across the land and vibrate their very bones. The silhouette of the ship flickered and then vanished, taking its storm clouds with it- scattering like a disturbed reflection at the water’s edge, the prior drone suddenly replaced with a very noticeable silence.

They drove onward in continued silence, still on edge. A mile or so ahead of them were the clustered lights of a tiny rest stop and gas station. Gerard peered into the darkness, waiting for yet another surprise. All that was heard was the occasional cry of a beast somewhere in the distance and the sound of wheels against asphalt. The lights of the truck flickered and the engine began to cough as Val finally reached the limits of her ability. The sounds of the radio left on from before and seemingly forgotten in the chaos began to slowly fill the truck.

Collette’s hands were still shaking. Her heart felt like it was somewhere in her neck and refused to move down. Very gingerly she peeled Justice's arm off of her as the truck slowed from its frantic gallop down to a slow, exhausted trot. The old engine letting out a low sigh of relief as it did, only alive because of Val's magic. She flickered her head towards the wildly different looking WARDENs in the back of the truck with her and released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "They're just gone? Just like that?"

"Hey look, we have cell service again." Gerard commented to nobody in particular as he grimaced at his phone, it's screen having cracked at some point during the conflict and drive.

Shadowrun: Lost Heir

Jackie "Frost" Hara

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Frost's eyes dulled a bit as they got into the nitty gritty of the who, what, and where. Ultimately she was here as a triggerman/woman/troll, not a schemer. They didn't pay her the big bucks to connive and plan, they paid her to shoot things- not that she didn't plan on adding her own opinions to the mix. The job itself was appropriately vague: find a girl by whatever means they deemed necessary and bring her back- willing or not, the client didn't seem to care. If the girl was still alive, she'd have already spent her life without her family, Frost doubted she'd want to go back, but well, they weren't being paid for their ethical concerns. Dirty business, dirty money, dirty work-the three core tenants of this lifestyle.

Their resident mage-adept seemed to be the chattiest of the bunch- outside of maybe Nadya, and also seemed to have their emotions firmly fixed on their sleeves, expressing his vocal distrust of Whetstone- someone both Frost and Nadya had worked with before. A lack of trust didn't bode well for team cohesion, but it was to be expected with a seemingly grab bag team of runners, and at the very least it was out in the open. What she found more amusing was Tenno offering to protect their technomancer, CAPTCHA, and knowing how elves aged, had likely been in the business longer than the kid had been alive.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were teasing me." Frost shot back, a harsh scowl on her face. "Maybe you'll need the kid to watch your back after all." A faint grin cracked the otherwise imposing glower as the troll began to chuckle, letting go the facade. "You're better off watching your own back kid. Guarantee you she already figured out how to kill each of us before we even got on the plane. Whetstone too."

Leather seats crunched down as Frost took a seat next to Whetstone- relatively anyway, as to not get in his personal space- an admittedly difficult task for a troll that already took up a considerable amount of space.

"Though, if it makes you feel any better, I trust ya, Whetstone." Frost remarked sarcastically, knowing that whether or not she trusted him probably mattered very little to the decker. "Sis and I still owe you for Barcelona, so maybe we'll square ourselves this go around."