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Fallout: Montana (Accepting new characters)

@Andromedai Interested! I'd like to play a sharpshooting, quickdraw cowboy archetype, but would it be believable/acceptable for the character to be in their 50s, and to have traveled the wastelands all the way from the deep southern states? Wanted to go for a sort of Johnny Cash's Hurt and God's Gonna Cut You Down vibe.

Echoes of a Moonless Night

Kyozan | Mika

Meet the Team

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@Raineh DazeSomeone who looked like a model strutted into the entry way, immediately drawing Kyozan's eye. At first, it was because he was a red-blooded, grown-ass man-demon, with a very antiquated sense of gender relations--but then his eyes narrowed and one of his hands flexed into a claw.

"Look how many cute ones there are, dear," the demon proudly announced, throwing an unasked-for arm around the most directly appealing of said 'cute ones'--Mika. Kyozan rose from his exaggerated sumo-stance--but his mistress, with one hand hidden behind her back, signaled him. Her other arm came up between the crook of the Succubi's elbow. "Isn't this one delicious~?"

"My, my!" Mika said, closing her eyes as she smiled. "What a looker--and I must say, you have wonderful taste!" Putting the same hand she'd used to partially block Lily's arm over her mouth, she giggled. When her eyes opened again, she tilted her head and cast them to one side as if thinking hard about something. "Hm, let's see...you're...a Western Youkai, then?" Kyozan's stare at the Succubus's backside intensified, though not for the reasons one might think. His eyes followed that lashing, spade-shaped tail.

"Lily, step away from the girl."

Mika's eyes cut sharply at the tall, willowy woman who entered the room. When Lily did as asked, despite wearing a flirty pout, the Aomori heiress nodded her head with a little wave.

"Ah, it's no problem! It's a pleasure to meet you, ah..." She paused, one finger on her chin, before she grinned and decided on the demoness's address, "Lily nee-san!" Kyozan said nothing, but instead stepped up behind his mistress--close enough that their hips touched, leaving no room for Lily--or any of the others present in the room--to get between them again.

The more serious of the two women moved into the building proper and began talking to Yatsujima, leaving the rest to finish their introductions as they followed. For the second time--the first being at her interview--Mika took in as much detail as possible. Exits, windows, placement of the furniture. Kyozan did the same with the other people around them--how muscular was their build? How much Ki did they put off? Did their movements betray the habits of martial artists?

@Rune_AlchemistAs they entered the meeting room, another door across the office space burst open. Something fast leaped towards them, and Kyozan immediately shoved Mika behind him as he braced himself for impact. His fist was drawn back--

"Halt!" hissed Mika as she held up her index and middle fingers in a one-handed Rin seal. As a result, Kyozan did nothing when the nekomata--he'd recognize that smell anywhere--bounced off of his head and landed right next to Mika, behind him. Seconds later, the door slammed open.

"Good morning everyone!~" Kaeru greeted everyone cheerfully. "Don't mind me, I'm just looking for a lazy, fat, crepes stealing cat that is shirking her daily asskic-ahem-training!" Mika covered her mouth with another giggle as Kyozan crossed his arms with a growl. In sync, the two moved a step to either side, leaving poor Nyoko completely exposed.

@PKMNB0Y"Well... Expect this sort of chaos to be the norm," said another new voice. The elder demon and his mistress turned to the approaching Tengu. She introduced herself after walking over to the pair and giving them all a slight bow. "Takenohara Fumi; my partner over there is Yatsujima Akio. Let's do our best together, hm?"

"Ah, yes!" Mika bowed, both hands folded properly in front of her skirt. "Takenohara-senpai, I remember seeing you at the interview! Please treat me well!" Meanwhile, Kyozan stroked his chin with one long-nailed thumb.

"Hmm. Small for a tengu, aren't you?" A half smirk creased his rugged jaw. "And that li'l button nose--"

"Kyo-chan! Don't be rude!" Mika stomped the rasetsu's bare foot, which elicited an audible crunch despite the complete lack of reaction from the blue tinged ogre.

@PKMNB0YThough a few more latecomers had arrived, it seemed their employer was late. It was at this point, though, that a call would come through to Suzume's phone. Mika and Kyozan both immediately sobered as they watched her answer the loud ring. The girl listened intently, but try as she might she could only hear snippets of the actual conversation. The screaming in the background, though--that needed little explanation when one considered just who Takeda Eiji was and the nature of his profession.

But Kyozan, and no doubt most of the other Youkai, had sharper-than-human ears.

"There's been a Grudge outbreak at Umeda Park, and I need people here on the double. Leaving it to you to pick the team and come over; going to help evacuation in the meantime."

"Yatsu-bozu!" boomed the mountain demon in his gravelly voice, "Where's this Umeda Park? Your liege wants us there immediately!"

"Kyozan." Mika said--all giggles and smiles gone from her voice as she threw a sharp glance at her familiar. "We wait for orders." Kyozan snorted in reply, and crossed his arms again.

Echoes of a Moonless Night

Kyozan | Mika

First Impressions

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From time immemorial, humans made offerings to the gods. Or, perhaps more accurately…humans tried to please anything more powerful than themselves, in hopes that it would show them mercy in return. Floods, earthquakes, even a demon. Humans could and would deify just about anything, if it made their wretched little lives any easier. Some even went so far as to make offerings to the very beings that would gleefully destroy them. For instance, Kyozan-Rasetsu, the Mountain Cleaving Demon, who once terrorized all who dared enter the dark ravines of his territory…

Or this ridiculous upstart, Jidohanbaiki, also known as Ben-Di-Gu Mashin. He wasn’t sure where the first part of the name came from, but to call itself a “mashin,” a Demon God, when its shrines were so small, how arrogant! Sure, maybe there were a lot of those shrines, and maybe all those tiny coins added up, but what had this so-called god of demons done to deserve the title!?

“Hahaha, what do you think of this, MASHIN!?” He picked up the clumsy, ugly looking metal shrine and began to vigorously shake it, until the vessels containing Jidohanbaiki’s power tumbled out. “You stand no chance against the GREAT KYOZAN–-”

“Kyo-chan, put the vending machine down. People are staring.”

“Of course they are! They’re about to bear witness to a clash between a false god, and the genuine arti–-kyaaaagh!” The roundhouse kick to his upper thigh didn’t really hurt, but it charlie horse’d him just enough that he lost his balance and fell backward. The cowardly Jidohanbaiki took a potshot at his head as Kyozan dropped the imposter, launching one of those “juice” things directly between his eyes. He lay on the grass, staring up at the wide blue sky, and the dark haired figure looking down on him as she crossed her arms.

“Kyo-chan. No.”

“Very well, Aruji.” He closed his eyes and turned his face away from her as he sighed. This modern world continued to confuse him, even after so long outside of his seal...

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The six-and-a-half foot, muscle bound giant in clothes that could’ve come out of a period piece drew many stares whether he behaved himself or not. But so too did his tiny master, and for an entirely different reason. As a breeze picked up on their stroll through town, she shook out her long dark hair and brushed it away from her pale, heart-shaped face with one delicate, smooth hand. There was no mistaking her as the archetypal school beauty, the kind that would be called an idol, or be misconstrued as an icy queen of the social hierarchy even if she happened to have some sort of communication disorder. And, for the moment, that was exactly how Aomori Mika wanted to be seen. She had even worn her school uniform–perhaps for the last time–-for that very effect.

“I’ve no clue what other kinds of people this ‘Icelit’ organization has hired,” she said to her guardian spirit as she adjusted her grip on her bag, taking its strap in both hands, “but if that Yatsujima fellow we saw at the interviews is any indication, this is a place where attitude will be expected to match ability. So please, Kyo-cha–-Kyozan.”

The Rasetsu perked up one eyebrow as he walked next to her, rippling arms crossed over his broad chest. As he looked down at the girl, he saw the way she bit her lip for only a fraction of a moment.

“Let us show them the power and prestige of the Aomori.” she said in an even, stony tone. The Rakshasa blew air through his nose as he hummed. After a moment, his fearsome eyes closed.

“Hai, Aruji.”

“Good.” And with that, she tossed her hair again–and her furrowed brows relaxed, along with her clenched jaw. She put a little bounce into her step, as her eyes glittered. Her arms swapped positions, so that she held the bag behind her hips now and walked with her chest and chin proudly forward. “Let’s go, Kyo-chan! Today’s the first day of our new lives!”

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@RolePlayerRoxas"R-ready to head inside? I'm sure everyone's waiting for us, ehehehe..."

@VitaVitaAR"You're the one who led the way, you clearly don't care for my opinion. But if you must know, I'd like to get out of the sun, so we shouldn't dawdle any longer."

The pair before them seemed quite complimentary, in Mika’s eyes–-the human girl was so plain, she had to have something special going on, whereas the tiny, white-haired Youkai stood out so badly that whatever she tried to hide was painfully obvious. Kyozan took one whiff through his nose, and slightly inclined his head.

_{“That one is…somewhat like me.”} he growled, low to his mistress’s ear.

^{“But the Attuned is nothing like me.”} Mika whispered back, eyes still glittering. “C’mon, let’s not be the broody, hooded types in the corner!” In the space of a few steps they came close enough the other pair, and the other hires slowly trickling towards the doors of Icelit headquarters, would no doubt feel their intention to make contact.

“Good morning~!” chirped Aomori Mika, as she bowed to both Sanae and Mina with a warm, welcoming smile that didn’t show any of her teeth, but wrinkled the corners of her eyes as her cheeks flushed. “I am Aomori Mika, here for my first day as a real Contractor! I’ll be in your care!”

“Hm!” Kyozan bent his knees and dropped into a deep horse stance behind her, before taking up a dramatic Yokozuna’s pose. “This one is Kyozan-Rasetsu, Aomori Family Guardian! Ohayo degozaru!” He spoke in an old, formal dialect that sounded like it came out of a period-film–which caused his master to sigh and lightly tap his cheek with her hand, now that his face was actually close enough to reach.

“Kyo-chan, ease up a bit!” She bowed again to the other two. “Please, don’t mind him! I know he looks like a brute, but he’s not a bad fellow!”

Echoes of a Moonless Night

@PKMNB0Y So what should we expect from the "structure" of this RP? From what's been said thus far I get a mission-based narrative vibe from it, where Players will probably team up and go on a specific "quest" for Grudge hunting? Or will it be more of a central narrative following a particular baddy or group of baddies?

Echoes of a Moonless Night

Aomori Mika

Name:

Aomori Mika

Age:

18

Appearance:

5’/152.5 cm | 110 lbs/ 49.8 kg | Soprano

Though she usually wears a calm, cool, or even a slightly mischievous face, one can see a cloud behind her eyes–like she’s deep in thought about something else. Because she’s not always focused on what’s happening around her, she can be a bit of a klutz, but somehow she manages to make it look cute. A trendy yet thrifty girl, she finds a way to make any outfit look good and rarely wears the same color combination or patterns twice.

Personality:
The Face: The Innocent || The Soul: The Hero || The Self: The Jester || The Ego: The Ruler

By herself, Mika appears to be a quiet, composed, beautiful girl. She has a reliable air, like a school council president or a class representative. When one catches her looking off into the distance, it’s hard not to wonder what kind of grand dreams she imagines for herself.

But when she’s around others, she immediately latches onto the everyday absurdities and starts to tease or intentionally misrepresent good intentions–she enjoys finding peoples’ buttons, and then finding out just what the buttons do. At the same time, she can be quite encouraging. She’ll be the first to urge someone to take initiative, or to laugh off drama–though she claims it’s because getting people into various scenarios is funny. Even if one tries to ignore her, she’ll worm her way into their personal bubble–whether with an infectious joy, or with her cute looks.

But just because she pokes fun at someone doesn't mean she trusts them. Just because she forces her way into their bubble doesn't mean she'll let them into hers. She wants to help others, because it's the right thing to do--but she can't allow herself to trust them. She won't make that mistake again. If she teases them, how will they react? When their flaws are called out, do they become hostile? When they are embarrassed, can they laugh alongside others? With the plausible deniability that everything is a joke, she gauges others from afar while hiding her own insecurity behind a girlish giggle.

Deeper down, however, she seems to understand the responsibility that comes from her role. As the heir to the Aomori Clan, she wishes to rebuild her family’s glory and perform the same duties as her ancestors. She has a strong sense of protection over people, and won’t hesitate to get involved where she sees danger. When the switch flips and she stops joking around, it’s easy to see how hard she must have trained up to this point. And when she orders her Guardian to eliminate the enemy, one begins to see how deep the obsession runs.

The downside of this, is that she feels like she must play the role of “the big sister,” “the leader,” and “the hero.” She doesn’t react well if she feels someone’s trying to take that role from her, and all of a sudden her teasing becomes much more vicious. She’ll overwork herself trying to keep her spot at the top, but she’ll also desperately hide it from others–because it has to look natural, right? And it has to be her to take on the burden--because it was all her fault to begin with.

Abilities:

Before the days of Attunement, one of the rare ways Humanity found to fight back against the supernatural came to be called Onmyodo. Using their own Ether, an ability in itself which required inborn talent as well as harsh training, humans could perform various techniques by manipulating and reading the energies of nature itself. Because Mika's training was cut short, she uses the shared spiritual energy from her Attunement to make up for a lack of Ether reserves and efficiency. These are limited to mostly the “fundamentals,” and thus they don’t have the grand strength of Onmyoji from the past. However, the varied nature and versatility of this craft gives it certain advantages compared to other types of Attunement, which usually only mimic the contracted Youkai.

• Amahara Seiritsu. "Establishment of the Heavenly Plain." The creation of barriers is common within Onmyodo practices, so of course the Aomori have a technique of their own. Spiritual energy is shaped, compressed, and hardened in order to create a repulsive wall. It can be broken by strong attacks, which creates a harmful backlash on the caster. By default, the barrier expands in a sphere around the user. Ofuda Tags can be placed in different formations to change the shape or strengthen it, but this takes preparation and awareness of the surroundings.
• Kamigetsu-Ou. "Paper Moon King." One of the most famous techniques of the Onmyoji are the Shikigami, small origami dolls or even tags similar to Ofuda which contain familiar spirits, use the caster's Ether to perform pre-programmed tasks, or other such things. Parchment imbued with spiritual energy is made simultaneously more malleable, and much stronger. The caster can manipulate the paper in a few simple ways as long as they’re in physical contact with it–turning a rolled up poster into the equivalent of a metal pipe, or a paper ribbon into a whiplike blade–but in order to create “true” Shikigami out of origami, it takes a lot more preparation and more spiritual energy. Mika does not yet have the capability to make “autonomous” Shikigami at all.
• Goryuu Shogyo. "Five Dragon Scriptures." Drawing from similar methodologies in China, the Onmyoji developed a system of using spiritual energy already present in one’s environment, through the Five Elements Theory, to supplement their own. The caster is limited by their surroundings (there must be a source of water present to create a spell that shoots icicles, for instance), the number and type of Ofuda Tags they have available (a single tag Fire spell might create the equivalent of a lighter + hairspray, while more tags would be required for a true “Fireball”), and the amount of spiritual energy possessed by both the caster and the environment. It’s rather hard to use this art in urbanized areas, due to pollution and the interference given off by various man-made structures. It takes time for Mika to make Ofuda Tags, especially in the heat of battle.

Skills:

• Excellent Artist. Whether it’s painting, drawing, or calligraphy, Mika is skilled enough that she was once considered “the Art Club’s Ace Beauty!” This not only helps her create her Ofuda Tags, but has cultivated a sharp eye for details and a good memory of what she sees.
• Athletic. She’s not an expert martial artist or a pro-ball player by any means, but she’s in excellent shape and quite flexible. Rule number one for running away from monsters: Cardio.
• Family Business. Mika has been educated in much more depth than most people on Youkai, Grudges, and various other supernatural topics. Using what she already knows, she can quickly deduce an enemy’s weak point or a way of combating its powers, often based on something similar from legends of the past.

Equipment:

• 100-Page Spiral Notebook. A plain notebook that’s easy to carry around without drawing any attention–and an excellent source of Shikigami.
• Ofuda Binder. Appearing much like a collection binder for a trading card game at first glance, it instead holds the Ofuda that Mika has prepared for that day. The correct kind of paper and ink are harder to find (or make, in some cases), so there aren’t often more than a dozen or so tags available at a single time.
• Bow-Tied Package. A tube of black lacquered wood with a bright pink bow wrapped around about a third of its length. It appears like a glasses case, or maybe a pencil holder. It’s actually a very sharp tanto.

History:

A thousand years of history, burned to the ground in a single day. The Aomori Clan’s Main Household, slaughtered to a man.

But not to a woman. Aomori Mika was only twelve years old at the time. Someone she trusted betrayed her. She made a mistake. Her entire family suffered for her failure, and she was left alone.

One would think that, given how common attacks by the Grudge had become–given that Youkai and Humans had joined hands, sometimes quite literally, to fight a common enemy for years now–that ancient feuds among those who once battled the supernatural would be put aside. But Youkai have long, long memories…and Humans have an unwavering pride.

In the days before Attunement, there were few methods for humanity to protect themselves from demons. Those who could execute those methods were, perhaps, rarer still. From such individuals came the legends: demon slayers, wizards, demi-gods. The Aomori were once part of those legends. As members of the Imperial Court, they rose from scholars who divined the meaning of stars and seasons to true heroes when their founder led a campaign to seal a powerful Youkai. The evil beast had made a canyon betwixt the mountains into its lair, and by the battle’s end the ravine ran red with blood. Though at the cost of many lives, the Aomori patriarch succeeded in sealing the Youkai, and a grand temple complex was built within the canyon.

Here the Aomori Clan would raise many generations of Onmyoji, and skilled warriors, and craftsmen. But these were the days of strife, the days when warlords and shogun clashed, the days when clans shed blood and swore upon cycles of vengeance. The Aomori put an emphasis on their own survival above all else, for if the Clan ceased to exist, there would be no one to maintain the Great Seal. Thus they gained their reputation for their skill, their professional standards…and their willingness to do what needed to be done.

When the technique of Attunement became known, however, the Old Families of legend began to dwindle, and the Aomori were no exception. To ensure their survival in this new era, they tried to adapt the new techniques as swiftly as possible, while incorporating their own traditions. The Seal upon the Great Youkai was modified, supposedly strengthened enough now that some thought it could no longer be undone. The Aomori grew complacent. Mika was allowed to attend a normal school, in a normal city, with other normal children. She was allowed to befriend Youkai, though her family had spent centuries killing them. She was even allowed to bring friends, human and spirit alike, to the once-secretive Main Household to play.

And so, someone who bore a grudge–not the supernatural creature, but a vendetta of hatred–found a way to strike at the Aomori. In order to break the seal, and Attune to the Great Youkai, they betrayed a twelve year old girl’s trust and killed her family.

Years later, she stands outside a small office building with her Guardian. And she resolves to settle her own vendetta, whatever it takes.

Other:

• She’s never had a boyfriend, and is extremely self-conscious about that fact. She may also be slightly thirsty.
• She’s bad with technology and still hasn’t swapped out her flip phone (granted, it’s one of those fancy Japanese flip phones) for a smart phone.

Kyozan-Rasetsu

Name:

Kyozan-Rasetsu (“Kyo-chan”)

Race:
Rasetsu

Originally from India, known as the Rakshasa, these man-eating giants are quite similar at first glance to the Japanese Oni and share many abilities–great strength, shape-shifting, and so forth. If you were to actually compare them, many Rakshasa would be quite offended (“Oh, so I suppose you humans are the same as chimpanzees!?”), but this is simply a matter of arrogance and cultural clash, as many Rakshasa consider themselves to be an "older" race and see the Oni as degenerated descendants. Whether this is true or not, the actual differences between the two boil down to a few traits: Oni have been said to have the power of turning invisible as well as shapeshifting, and are sometimes associated with thunder and lightning storms. Rakshasa, instead, seem to share some traits with vampires--they don't like sunlight and are generally weaker during the day, but their strength grows at night and peaks during the New Moon. They drink blood as well as eating flesh, and must be invited in order to enter a dwelling. Another unique trait they do not share with Oni is the ability to fly, though only a truly powerful specimen would be able to freely move through the air.

Age:

155 At Time of Sealing; Total, roughly 1077 (Severely Weakened)

Appearance:

6'5"/196cm*260lbs/118kg*Baritone

Though he’s capable of changing his height, Kyozan prefers to remain the tallest person in a given room. He doesn’t care much that he sticks out like a sore thumb, and thus continues to dress the same way he did in eons past unless Mika forces him to try and look presentable. However, he is absolutely fascinated by how far Humanity and Youkai have come, and often walks around looking like a toddler on their first errand as he takes in modern life.

Personality:
The Face: The Ruler || The Soul: The Rebel || The Self: The Explorer || The Ego: The Ruler

Kyozan’s priorities in life are relatively simple to understand: Mika > Food > Fighting > Comfort > Helping Himself > Helping Others. But there is certainly an air of confusion and disbelonging that eats at him. His time is long past, and the Youkai of his age were a very different breed. The world has changed in many ways–and he doesn’t approve of all of them, no matter how wonderful things like TV and instant noodles may be. He’s a fish out of water, and unused to being so weak and vulnerable as he now finds himself.

Mika is the only one he will ever let tell him what to do, and he responds very aggressively to anyone who isn’t her. Though she can reign him in most of the time, there are certainly moments where he’ll act against her orders–especially if he thinks she won’t find out. He still craves a little destruction from time to time, and thinks indulging in one’s vices every so often is good for the soul. To his credit, though, he has realized that what he did in the past was wrong, and is making some progress on being better–usually after some light humbling from his master. They both know she couldn’t really “punish” him if he wasn’t letting her, but to outsiders it either seems amazing, or downright comical.

He wants to see Mika grow up happy and healthy, and succeed in her dreams. If there were anything else in the world he might say he wishes to do, perhaps it would simply be to travel, and experience what this new world has to offer.

Abilities:

Though originally an incredibly powerful demon, Kyozan was severely weakened by two things: Being sealed for hundreds of years by the Aomori Clan, and being severely wounded by the villains who destroyed that same clan. Though they were only able to strike such a blow because he had to defend Mika, it’s taken years to heal and in that time he’s grown even more rusty. Despite this, his abilities remain quite potent by most “rookie Attuned” standards.

• Tanban-Kugi. “Blue Vitriol Nail.” Rasetsu are said to have poisonous nails and fangs, and Kyozan releases this venom by swiping the air with spiritually charged claws. The result is a set of crescent shaped, projectile blades that are individually weak, but move at high speeds and slice as well as any iron blade.
• Rokusho-Ken. “Tarnished Copper Fist.” Kyozan, in his heyday, had a much larger form. In his weakened state he can no longer manifest anything like his true power, and thus it only appears in spurts like this. A giant spiritual fist appears and follows his command, acting with equivalent strength to its size. He can only manipulate it within a radius of about 10 feet from himself, but within that area can freely control its point of origin.
• Enhanced Physicality. Kyozan, even weakened, is at least equivalent to an Oni in sheer muscle and toughness.
• Koku Fuuho. "Empty Wind Step." Kyozan can freely levitate himself up to his own height off the ground for intermittent periods of time, or for a single instant use a dashing movement through the air even if he has nothing to push off from. In the past he used to be able to fly, and he greatly misses this ability.

Skills:

• Sumo Wrestling. They say that the big bodies of Sumo, and the wrapped ropes they wore around their waists, allowed them to become containers for the gods. Kyozan fondly remembers terrifying local villages with the thunderclaps caused by his demonic bodyslams.
• Battle Experience. His body may not be able to keep up as well as it once could, but Kyozan has seen more fights on both the personal and large scale than most modern day combat veterans. He can give sound advice on tactics, or accurately gauge most enemies if they aren’t specifically concealing their true power.

Equipment:

• Fang Magatama: Gemstones made from his own teeth (they grow back, usually). They hold small amounts of spiritual energy to be used in a pinch–a handful of them can heal minor wounds, boost the power of Mika’s spells, or provide a “snack” when Human Ether gets hard to come by.
• Okuri-okami Pelt. The black pelt Kyozan wears has retained some properties of the beast he took it from. A benevolent wolf Youkai said to guide travelers home at night, it allows anyone who holds the pelt to quickly find Kyozan. By throwing it on the ground, it moves like a pelt used for training scent dogs, but slowly enough an average human could keep up with it. It will invariably find its way back to Kyozan. If worn as a coat, it also provides a measure of protection against Youkai. He often lets Mika use it as a blanket at bedtime.

History:

The Great Raja Raja invaded Sri Lanka, and established a great temple of Shiva. This temple served a great spiritual purpose: Sri Lanka was once hailed as the Land of Rakshasa in the ancient sutras, and thus a great battle was provoked between mortals and monsters much like what was happening in Japan at the same time. One of these monsters, having killed and eaten villagers many times, was the target of such an extermination. The beast narrowly escaped at that time, and fled across Asia. Though a naturally gifted member of their race, they were still young and relatively inexperienced at this time. They clashed with other demonic entities and humans alike, unable to carve out a territory for themselves until they finally crossed the ocean and came to a land with great swathes of mountainous forests. In Japan, human society was limited to pockets where agriculture could flourish. The Youkai were not so limited--but by this time, he had grown. He was older, and stronger. He chose a mountain of his own, made his home in a deep ravine, and fought fiercely with any man or beast who dared contest it.

He soon grew strong enough that entire cities fell before him, and the daimyo who marched against the Rasetsu saw his forces dashed to pieces. So the Mountain Cleaving Rasetsu grew in infamy, and the cries of the people reached the Imperial Court. A recently promoted Onmyoji, a man who desired to found a clan, was given men, resources, and the task of sealing this beast.

Thus he found himself trapped, within the very canyon he once called his lair, forever under watch by the tiny humans he had once devoured by handfuls. He swore a never ending vengeance...but "never ending" is a hard concept to grasp, even for such long lived beings. At first, he raged at his captors, and those who stood on guard against him would throw it back in his face. After a few generations, he tried to tempt them, deceive them--and they stood resolute, every time. For a time, he fell silent, left only to ponder everything in his life that had led up to this moment. As the humans continued to pass their task down to their descendants, he became...curious. Why? Why had he been sealed? Why did the humans hold to their duty, when none of them alive today had seen the battle? He began to question them, their motives...and himself. He began to speak to them again, and every so often the old anger flared up...but something was different. Before he realized it, their presence had become a "fact of life" he had grown used to...and he had nothing left to do, but consider the words they said to him.

On that day, he watched the flames consume everything. When he saw Old Juro’s gazebo go up, he remembered how much the man had enjoyed watching his grandchildren chase each other around its porch. The structure had been slowly falling apart for some time–perhaps a century?--and now it crumbled to ash. It angered him.

A figure in a black hood slashed Little Yasu from behind. Yasu didn’t go down right away–after all, from the moment he had watched that boy’s first lesson, when the wooden sword was taller than the child holding it, he had been able to see that Yasu had as much talent as his great-grandfather, perhaps more. Even at eighty years of age, what strength he lost was more than made up by his skill. But that first wound would have been lethal to anyone else, and against superior numbers, Little Yasu couldn’t hold out forever. The enemy’s cowardice disgusted him.

Elder Takuma’s koi pond filled with blood. A supernatural blast tore through a wing of the house–the one built for Lady Haruka. He watched all of Ryoichi’s children fight their hardest, to no avail. Even that runt, Yuuki…

He slammed his fists against the gate. As they chased her, and she ran blindly, he let out a roar that none of them could hear. She fell to her knees before his Torii, helpless and sobbing–and the killers stopped. One among their number stepped forward. They snatched the girl up, and at this person’s order–he couldn’t tell who or what they were, this group even counted Youkai among their ranks–the hooded invaders began to conduct a ritual.

The gates opened. For the first time in a thousand years, he breathed fresh air. He felt the stones under his feet, and he could hear and smell the carnage all around them. He looked at those who had freed him, and smiled. He relished their fear. As one clawed hand reached out, and beckoned, they all too gladly pushed the girl towards him. His enormous form crouched down in front of hers, to look into those weeping eyes.

“Are you…Mika?” he growled, a whisper that carried the weight of an avalanche. She trembled, unable to look away from him. “Did you know? Your father, Yuuki-san, has told me so much about you.” At the mention of her father’s name, the girl’s eyes came back to life. She rubbed her rosy little cheeks. His giant hand covered her soft hair. “Your family, the Aomori, has held me prisoner for a very long time. I have watched you–all of you–for all these years.” His voice grew deeper with every word.

He stood, and pointed towards the ones who had freed him. And an enormous, ghostly fist, stretched over his shoulder in an instant. The blow shattered rocks and bones alike, and sent bodies flying with the dust.

“So allow me to help you, now.” He scooped her to his leg, where she latched on as the fight began. “And fulfill the promise I made to my Master!” In the battle that followed, he used what remained of his power with the intent to do just one thing: make sure that this child lived. Caught unawares by an enemy they had assumed would be an ally, the invaders resorted to attacking the girl. In defending her, he suffered a serious wound--something he would have shaken off in the old days, but now brought him to his knees. But to continue for either side was too risky, and there wasn't enough benefit on the line for these marauders. With one last show of force, more a bluff from each side, they parted ways. He carried Mika in his arms as they ran, out of the canyon, and into a world of skyscrapers and asphalt he never could have imagined...

That was how Kyozan-Rasetsu, the Mountain Cleaving Demon, became a little girl’s guardian.

Other:

• Has a fondness for citrus fruits and chocolate.
• INTENSE CLAUSTROPHOBIA.

Echoes of a Moonless Night

@PKMNB0YI think I got most of the changes we were aiming for? How is it now?

Aomori Mika

Name:

Aomori Mika

Age:

18

Appearance:

5’/152.5 cm | 110 lbs/ 49.8 kg | Soprano

Though she usually wears a calm, cool, or even a slightly mischievous face, one can see a cloud behind her eyes–like she’s deep in thought about something else. Because she’s not always focused on what’s happening around her, she can be a bit of a klutz, but somehow she manages to make it look cute. A trendy yet thrifty girl, she finds a way to make any outfit look good and rarely wears the same color combination or patterns twice.

Personality:
The Face: The Innocent || The Soul: The Hero || The Self: The Jester || The Ego: The Ruler

By herself, Mika appears to be a quiet, composed, beautiful girl. She has a reliable air, like a school council president or a class representative. When one catches her looking off into the distance, it’s hard not to wonder what kind of grand dreams she imagines for herself.

But when she’s around others, she immediately latches onto the everyday absurdities and starts to tease or intentionally misrepresent good intentions–she enjoys finding peoples’ buttons, and then finding out just what the buttons do. At the same time, she can be quite encouraging. She’ll be the first to urge someone to take initiative, or to laugh off drama–though she claims it’s because getting people into various scenarios is funny. Even if one tries to ignore her, she’ll worm her way into their personal bubble–whether with an infectious joy, or with her cute looks.

But just because she pokes fun at someone doesn't mean she trusts them. Just because she forces her way into their bubble doesn't mean she'll let them into hers. She wants to help others, because it's the right thing to do--but she can't allow herself to trust them. She won't make that mistake again. If she teases them, how will they react? When their flaws are called out, do they become hostile? When they are embarrassed, can they laugh alongside others? With the plausible deniability that everything is a joke, she gauges others from afar while hiding her own insecurity behind a girlish giggle.

Deeper down, however, she seems to understand the responsibility that comes from her role. As the heir to the Aomori Clan, she wishes to rebuild her family’s glory and perform the same duties as her ancestors. She has a strong sense of protection over people, and won’t hesitate to get involved where she sees danger. When the switch flips and she stops joking around, it’s easy to see how hard she must have trained up to this point. And when she orders her Guardian to eliminate the enemy, one begins to see how deep the obsession runs.

The downside of this, is that she feels like she must play the role of “the big sister,” “the leader,” and “the hero.” She doesn’t react well if she feels someone’s trying to take that role from her, and all of a sudden her teasing becomes much more vicious. She’ll overwork herself trying to keep her spot at the top, but she’ll also desperately hide it from others–because it has to look natural, right? And it has to be her to take on the burden--because it was all her fault to begin with.

Abilities:

Before the days of Attunement, one of the rare ways Humanity found to fight back against the supernatural came to be called Onmyodo. Using their own Ether, an ability in itself which required inborn talent as well as harsh training, humans could perform various techniques by manipulating and reading the energies of nature itself. Because Mika's training was cut short, she uses the shared spiritual energy from her Attunement to make up for a lack of Ether reserves and efficiency. These are limited to mostly the “fundamentals,” and thus they don’t have the grand strength of Onmyoji from the past. However, the varied nature and versatility of this craft gives it certain advantages compared to other types of Attunement, which usually only mimic the contracted Youkai.

• Amahara Seiritsu. "Establishment of the Heavenly Plain." The creation of barriers is common within Onmyodo practices, so of course the Aomori have a technique of their own. Spiritual energy is shaped, compressed, and hardened in order to create a repulsive wall. It can be broken by strong attacks, which creates a harmful backlash on the caster. By default, the barrier expands in a sphere around the user. Ofuda Tags can be placed in different formations to change the shape or strengthen it, but this takes preparation and awareness of the surroundings.
• Kamigetsu-Ou. "Paper Moon King." One of the most famous techniques of the Onmyoji are the Shikigami, small origami dolls or even tags similar to Ofuda which contain familiar spirits, use the caster's Ether to perform pre-programmed tasks, or other such things. Parchment imbued with spiritual energy is made simultaneously more malleable, and much stronger. The caster can manipulate the paper in a few simple ways as long as they’re in physical contact with it–turning a rolled up poster into the equivalent of a metal pipe, or a paper ribbon into a whiplike blade–but in order to create “true” Shikigami out of origami, it takes a lot more preparation and more spiritual energy. Mika does not yet have the capability to make “autonomous” Shikigami at all.
• Goryuu Shogyo. "Five Dragon Scriptures." Drawing from similar methodologies in China, the Onmyoji developed a system of using spiritual energy already present in one’s environment, through the Five Elements Theory, to supplement their own. The caster is limited by their surroundings (there must be a source of water present to create a spell that shoots icicles, for instance), the number and type of Ofuda Tags they have available (a single tag Fire spell might create the equivalent of a lighter + hairspray, while more tags would be required for a true “Fireball”), and the amount of spiritual energy possessed by both the caster and the environment. It’s rather hard to use this art in urbanized areas, due to pollution and the interference given off by various man-made structures. It takes time for Mika to make Ofuda Tags, especially in the heat of battle.

Skills:

• Excellent Artist. Whether it’s painting, drawing, or calligraphy, Mika is skilled enough that she was once considered “the Art Club’s Ace Beauty!” This not only helps her create her Ofuda Tags, but has cultivated a sharp eye for details and a good memory of what she sees.
• Athletic. She’s not an expert martial artist or a pro-ball player by any means, but she’s in excellent shape and quite flexible. Rule number one for running away from monsters: Cardio.
• Family Business. Mika has been educated in much more depth than most people on Youkai, Grudges, and various other supernatural topics. Using what she already knows, she can quickly deduce an enemy’s weak point or a way of combating its powers, often based on something similar from legends of the past.

Equipment:

• 100-Page Spiral Notebook. A plain notebook that’s easy to carry around without drawing any attention–and an excellent source of Shikigami.
• Ofuda Binder. Appearing much like a collection binder for a trading card game at first glance, it instead holds the Ofuda that Mika has prepared for that day. The correct kind of paper and ink are harder to find (or make, in some cases), so there aren’t often more than a dozen or so tags available at a single time.
• Bow-Tied Package. A tube of black lacquered wood with a bright pink bow wrapped around about a third of its length. It appears like a glasses case, or maybe a pencil holder. It’s actually a very sharp tanto.

History:

A thousand years of history, burned to the ground in a single day. The Aomori Clan’s Main Household, slaughtered to a man.

But not to a woman. Aomori Mika was only twelve years old at the time. Someone she trusted betrayed her. She made a mistake. Her entire family suffered for her failure, and she was left alone.

One would think that, given how common attacks by the Grudge had become–given that Youkai and Humans had joined hands, sometimes quite literally, to fight a common enemy for years now–that ancient feuds among those who once battled the supernatural would be put aside. But Youkai have long, long memories…and Humans have an unwavering pride.

In the days before Attunement, there were few methods for humanity to protect themselves from demons. Those who could execute those methods were, perhaps, rarer still. From such individuals came the legends: demon slayers, wizards, demi-gods. The Aomori were once part of those legends. As members of the Imperial Court, they rose from scholars who divined the meaning of stars and seasons to true heroes when their founder led a campaign to seal a powerful Youkai. The evil beast had made a canyon betwixt the mountains into its lair, and by the battle’s end the ravine ran red with blood. Though at the cost of many lives, the Aomori patriarch succeeded in sealing the Youkai, and a grand temple complex was built within the canyon.

Here the Aomori Clan would raise many generations of Onmyoji, and skilled warriors, and craftsmen. But these were the days of strife, the days when warlords and shogun clashed, the days when clans shed blood and swore upon cycles of vengeance. The Aomori put an emphasis on their own survival above all else, for if the Clan ceased to exist, there would be no one to maintain the Great Seal. Thus they gained their reputation for their skill, their professional standards…and their willingness to do what needed to be done.

When the technique of Attunement became known, however, the Old Families of legend began to dwindle, and the Aomori were no exception. To ensure their survival in this new era, they tried to adapt the new techniques as swiftly as possible, while incorporating their own traditions. The Seal upon the Great Youkai was modified, supposedly strengthened enough now that some thought it could no longer be undone. The Aomori grew complacent. Mika was allowed to attend a normal school, in a normal city, with other normal children. She was allowed to befriend Youkai, though her family had spent centuries killing them. She was even allowed to bring friends, human and spirit alike, to the once-secretive Main Household to play.

And so, someone who bore a grudge–not the supernatural creature, but a vendetta of hatred–found a way to strike at the Aomori. In order to break the seal, and Attune to the Great Youkai, they betrayed a twelve year old girl’s trust and killed her family.

Years later, she stands outside a small office building with her Guardian. And she resolves to settle her own vendetta, whatever it takes.

Other:

• She’s never had a boyfriend, and is extremely self-conscious about that fact. She may also be slightly thirsty.
• She’s bad with technology and still hasn’t swapped out her flip phone (granted, it’s one of those fancy Japanese flip phones) for a smart phone.

Kyozan-Rasetsu

Name:

Kyozan-Rasetsu (“Kyo-chan”)

Race:
Rasetsu

Originally from India, known as the Rakshasa, these man-eating giants are quite similar at first glance to the Japanese Oni and share many abilities–great strength, shape-shifting, and so forth. If you were to actually compare them, many Rakshasa would be quite offended (“Oh, so I suppose you humans are the same as chimpanzees!?”), but this is simply a matter of arrogance and cultural clash, as many Rakshasa consider themselves to be an "older" race and see the Oni as degenerated descendants. Whether this is true or not, the actual differences between the two boil down to a few traits: Oni have been said to have the power of turning invisible as well as shapeshifting, and are sometimes associated with thunder and lightning storms. Rakshasa, instead, seem to share some traits with vampires--they don't like sunlight and are generally weaker during the day, but their strength grows at night and peaks during the New Moon. They drink blood as well as eating flesh, and must be invited in order to enter a dwelling. Another unique trait they do not share with Oni is the ability to fly, though only a truly powerful specimen would be able to freely move through the air.

Age:

155 At Time of Sealing; Total, roughly 1077 (Severely Weakened)

Appearance:

6'5"/196cm*260lbs/118kg*Baritone

Though he’s capable of changing his height, Kyozan prefers to remain the tallest person in a given room. He doesn’t care much that he sticks out like a sore thumb, and thus continues to dress the same way he did in eons past unless Mika forces him to try and look presentable. However, he is absolutely fascinated by how far Humanity and Youkai have come, and often walks around looking like a toddler on their first errand as he takes in modern life.

Personality:
The Face: The Ruler || The Soul: The Rebel || The Self: The Explorer || The Ego: The Ruler

Kyozan’s priorities in life are relatively simple to understand: Mika > Food > Fighting > Comfort > Helping Himself > Helping Others. But there is certainly an air of confusion and disbelonging that eats at him. His time is long past, and the Youkai of his age were a very different breed. The world has changed in many ways–and he doesn’t approve of all of them, no matter how wonderful things like TV and instant noodles may be. He’s a fish out of water, and unused to being so weak and vulnerable as he now finds himself.

Mika is the only one he will ever let tell him what to do, and he responds very aggressively to anyone who isn’t her. Though she can reign him in most of the time, there are certainly moments where he’ll act against her orders–especially if he thinks she won’t find out. He still craves a little destruction from time to time, and thinks indulging in one’s vices every so often is good for the soul. To his credit, though, he has realized that what he did in the past was wrong, and is making some progress on being better–usually after some light humbling from his master. They both know she couldn’t really “punish” him if he wasn’t letting her, but to outsiders it either seems amazing, or downright comical.

He wants to see Mika grow up happy and healthy, and succeed in her dreams. If there were anything else in the world he might say he wishes to do, perhaps it would simply be to travel, and experience what this new world has to offer.

Abilities:

Though originally an incredibly powerful demon, Kyozan was severely weakened by two things: Being sealed for hundreds of years by the Aomori Clan, and being severely wounded by the villains who destroyed that same clan. Though they were only able to strike such a blow because he had to defend Mika, it’s taken years to heal and in that time he’s grown even more rusty. Despite this, his abilities remain quite potent by most “rookie Attuned” standards.

• Tanban-Kugi. “Blue Vitriol Nail.” Rasetsu are said to have poisonous nails and fangs, and Kyozan releases this venom by swiping the air with spiritually charged claws. The result is a set of crescent shaped, projectile blades that are individually weak, but move at high speeds and slice as well as any iron blade.
• Rokusho-Ken. “Tarnished Copper Fist.” Kyozan, in his heyday, had a much larger form. In his weakened state he can no longer manifest anything like his true power, and thus it only appears in spurts like this. A giant spiritual fist appears and follows his command, acting with equivalent strength to its size. He can only manipulate it within a radius of about 10 feet from himself, but within that area can freely control its point of origin.
• Enhanced Physicality. Kyozan, even weakened, is at least equivalent to an Oni in sheer muscle and toughness.
• Koku Fuuho. "Empty Wind Step." Kyozan can freely levitate himself up to his own height off the ground for intermittent periods of time, or for a single instant use a dashing movement through the air even if he has nothing to push off from. In the past he used to be able to fly, and he greatly misses this ability.

Skills:

• Sumo Wrestling. They say that the big bodies of Sumo, and the wrapped ropes they wore around their waists, allowed them to become containers for the gods. Kyozan fondly remembers terrifying local villages with the thunderclaps caused by his demonic bodyslams.
• Battle Experience. His body may not be able to keep up as well as it once could, but Kyozan has seen more fights on both the personal and large scale than most modern day combat veterans. He can give sound advice on tactics, or accurately gauge most enemies if they aren’t specifically concealing their true power.

Equipment:

• Fang Magatama: Gemstones made from his own teeth (they grow back, usually). They hold small amounts of spiritual energy to be used in a pinch–a handful of them can heal minor wounds, boost the power of Mika’s spells, or provide a “snack” when Human Ether gets hard to come by.
• Okuri-okami Pelt. The black pelt Kyozan wears has retained some properties of the beast he took it from. A benevolent wolf Youkai said to guide travelers home at night, it allows anyone who holds the pelt to quickly find Kyozan. By throwing it on the ground, it moves like a pelt used for training scent dogs, but slowly enough an average human could keep up with it. It will invariably find its way back to Kyozan. If worn as a coat, it also provides a measure of protection against Youkai. He often lets Mika use it as a blanket at bedtime.

History:

The Great Raja Raja invaded Sri Lanka, and established a great temple of Shiva. This temple served a great spiritual purpose: Sri Lanka was once hailed as the Land of Rakshasa in the ancient sutras, and thus a great battle was provoked between mortals and monsters much like what was happening in Japan at the same time. One of these monsters, having killed and eaten villagers many times, was the target of such an extermination. The beast narrowly escaped at that time, and fled across Asia. Though a naturally gifted member of their race, they were still young and relatively inexperienced at this time. They clashed with other demonic entities and humans alike, unable to carve out a territory for themselves until they finally crossed the ocean and came to a land with great swathes of mountainous forests. In Japan, human society was limited to pockets where agriculture could flourish. The Youkai were not so limited--but by this time, he had grown. He was older, and stronger. He chose a mountain of his own, made his home in a deep ravine, and fought fiercely with any man or beast who dared contest it.

He soon grew strong enough that entire cities fell before him, and the daimyo who marched against the Rasetsu saw his forces dashed to pieces. So the Mountain Cleaving Rasetsu grew in infamy, and the cries of the people reached the Imperial Court. A recently promoted Onmyoji, a man who desired to found a clan, was given men, resources, and the task of sealing this beast.

Thus he found himself trapped, within the very canyon he once called his lair, forever under watch by the tiny humans he had once devoured by handfuls. He swore a never ending vengeance...but "never ending" is a hard concept to grasp, even for such long lived beings. At first, he raged at his captors, and those who stood on guard against him would throw it back in his face. After a few generations, he tried to tempt them, deceive them--and they stood resolute, every time. For a time, he fell silent, left only to ponder everything in his life that had led up to this moment. As the humans continued to pass their task down to their descendants, he became...curious. Why? Why had he been sealed? Why did the humans hold to their duty, when none of them alive today had seen the battle? He began to question them, their motives...and himself. He began to speak to them again, and every so often the old anger flared up...but something was different. Before he realized it, their presence had become a "fact of life" he had grown used to...and he had nothing left to do, but consider the words they said to him.

On that day, he watched the flames consume everything. When he saw Old Juro’s gazebo go up, he remembered how much the man had enjoyed watching his grandchildren chase each other around its porch. The structure had been slowly falling apart for some time–perhaps a century?--and now it crumbled to ash. It angered him.

A figure in a black hood slashed Little Yasu from behind. Yasu didn’t go down right away–after all, from the moment he had watched that boy’s first lesson, when the wooden sword was taller than the child holding it, he had been able to see that Yasu had as much talent as his great-grandfather, perhaps more. Even at eighty years of age, what strength he lost was more than made up by his skill. But that first wound would have been lethal to anyone else, and against superior numbers, Little Yasu couldn’t hold out forever. The enemy’s cowardice disgusted him.

Elder Takuma’s koi pond filled with blood. A supernatural blast tore through a wing of the house–the one built for Lady Haruka. He watched all of Ryoichi’s children fight their hardest, to no avail. Even that runt, Yuuki…

He slammed his fists against the gate. As they chased her, and she ran blindly, he let out a roar that none of them could hear. She fell to her knees before his Torii, helpless and sobbing–and the killers stopped. One among their number stepped forward. They snatched the girl up, and at this person’s order–he couldn’t tell who or what they were, this group even counted Youkai among their ranks–the hooded invaders began to conduct a ritual.

The gates opened. For the first time in a thousand years, he breathed fresh air. He felt the stones under his feet, and he could hear and smell the carnage all around them. He looked at those who had freed him, and smiled. He relished their fear. As one clawed hand reached out, and beckoned, they all too gladly pushed the girl towards him. His enormous form crouched down in front of hers, to look into those weeping eyes.

“Are you…Mika?” he growled, a whisper that carried the weight of an avalanche. She trembled, unable to look away from him. “Did you know? Your father, Yuuki-san, has told me so much about you.” At the mention of her father’s name, the girl’s eyes came back to life. She rubbed her rosy little cheeks. His giant hand covered her soft hair. “Your family, the Aomori, has held me prisoner for a very long time. I have watched you–all of you–for all these years.” His voice grew deeper with every word.

He stood, and pointed towards the ones who had freed him. And an enormous, ghostly fist, stretched over his shoulder in an instant. The blow shattered rocks and bones alike, and sent bodies flying with the dust.

“So allow me to help you, now.” He scooped her to his leg, where she latched on as the fight began. “And fulfill the promise I made to my Master!” In the battle that followed, he used what remained of his power with the intent to do just one thing: make sure that this child lived. Caught unawares by an enemy they had assumed would be an ally, the invaders resorted to attacking the girl. In defending her, he suffered a serious wound--something he would have shaken off in the old days, but now brought him to his knees. But to continue for either side was too risky, and there wasn't enough benefit on the line for these marauders. With one last show of force, more a bluff from each side, they parted ways. He carried Mika in his arms as they ran, out of the canyon, and into a world of skyscrapers and asphalt he never could have imagined...

That was how Kyozan-Rasetsu, the Mountain Cleaving Demon, became a little girl’s guardian.

Other:

• Has a fondness for citrus fruits and chocolate.
• INTENSE CLAUSTROPHOBIA.

Echoes of a Moonless Night

Roger roger, I expected some of these issues would pop up because of the assumptions I made.

@Zeroth: Right, form by form then.

Re: Mika:

• This bit:<Snipped quote>Could probably be phrased a bit better. Yeah, that's how I'll put that. Could be phrased better.
• Personality seems like it clashes with itself. A girl who tends towards teasing while also shouldering the burden of a clan's livelihood on her shoulders doesn't quite add up; if her wish is to raise it back up, you'd sort of expect her façade to reflect that to some extent, right? A personality more in line with that of a gyaru's would reflect similarly, and in this SPECIFIC case where first impressions matter a lot, letting that "true self" bleed through in either direction (at least for starters) doesn't make much sense to me. In my eyes, the character needs to pick a direction and commit to it. That sorta applies to the whole form, honestly; pick a direction and stick with it instead of going 50/50.
• Onmyodo technique names: I humbly request you reconsider how these are named. For example, "Kekkai no Jutsu" literally translates to "Technique of Barriers"　or "Barrier Technique" (or, if you're really stretching it, Barrier Style or something like that). This is very much a 'me' problem in this context, but, like... Yeah. I'll just leave it at that.
  As for the actual usage of onmyodo... See, logically onmyoji and all that stuff should exist in the world, but in my head Attunement had only really started to come into being around the late Heian in Japan—so, like, around the events of the Genpei War, more or less. Onmyodo as a technique would likely be a line of techniques derived from using ether, and so would not require a Contract to use to begin with. Of course, not all humans should be able to use those techniques to begin with; maybe it'd be apt to call it a certain 'type' of ether that can be manipulated without outside interference only in certain individuals? That's probably the best way to explain it.
• Backstory... Hm. See, with the knowledge of how onmyodo should be, the story only half holds up... And, well, not just that, but also sort of doesn't match the personality (or, well, in my view, personalities) given?
  On one hand, we have the personality, which is (in my opinion) a clash of two personality types that don't make sense without context. On the other, we have the actual backstory, which... Is way more traumatic than I'd expect given the character's personality. You don't just recover from being backstabbed and seeing all your friends and family killed, much less to the point where you'd be able to tease and crack jokes with other people and be so open with them. You know, after a betrayal after doing exactly that?
  It just... Doesn't make sense. Then you have the other half of the personality to compare to: a desire to 'rebuild' and 'recover' the prestige of a clan. On the initial read, I assumed this to mean that they were 'in decline', not 'wiped out'. The former would make a lot more sense, especially in matters where pride and public perception are involved, but... That isn't really applicable in this context. You have a backstory that seeks vengeance after a devastating betrayal and a personality that makes it seem like the weight of her family rests on her shoulders AND an open enough personality to be affable with everyone, but... These three cannot all coexist within the same character.

@PKMNB0Y

• Yeah I'll probably just remove that, sorry. When I use a picture as an "Appearance" I have trouble elucidating in text anything that feels significant enough to be worthwhile, so I usually go for fashion sense, body language, and facial expressions. That line was probably intended more along the lines of how she holds herself, but comes off suitably creepy now that I'm not staying up late writing it.
• Some parts of the personality are meant to clash because how people act outwardly and how they are inside, to me, are often unaligned until the person comes to self-understanding and grows. But that's obviously a cop out, lol, so:
  
  
  • It says that she teases and cracks jokes with others, but it does not say that she trusts others. She "likes to find out what the buttons do," or in other words, she wants to see how people are going to react. It says that she pushes her way into others' "personal bubbles," but it never says she'll let them into hers. It's an intentional two-faced act--she doesn't trust you, so she'll pick at your methods, at who you are, at how you react to your surroundings. When she teases a person about their flaws, can they laugh it off with her, or will they get angry and hostile? Those reactions allow her to gauge the person from a safe distance, while always having the plausible deniability of "it's just a prank, bro!" She's confident enough to provoke people like this in the first place, because she's gotten used to having Kyozan looming over her shoulder at people.
  • The whiplash between "oh she's an Ojou whose family is in decline" to "wait, they're all dead!?" is intentional, and it's part of why I say I'm bad at figuring out what should be left to discover in-RP. She wouldn't be open about what happened to her family, and one of the assumptions I made was that Old-Style families like the Aomori Onmyoji wouldn't be as famous in the modern day as top-level Contractors from big-name companies. So other Player Characters meeting her would ideally have gotten that same impression, that she's just a girl from a prestigious name trying to live up to it--and then find out it's much darker than they realized, after they'd gotten to know her better and started to peel away the surface layers of how she acts and why.
  • Addressing whether or not she seems traumatized felt hard to do without actually playing out the character a bit. But again, that "whiplash" is intentional--a normal person can't go from "haha funny joke" to "I will find you, and I will kill you" at the drop of a hat. Without seeing just how far she goes for her training, or how she treats an enemy in battle, it's difficult to present the level of obsession with her vendetta. I tried to hint at it in how she feels like she has to be the one taking on a leadership role--like taking on the Family Head position--in that the idea of "I have to be the one, it's me," lines up with "I have to make up for what I did, it was my fault, I should've been the one to die that day, not them!" Going out of her way to protect people--whom, as previously mentioned, she would not trust on an interpersonal level--is meant to be an Emiya Shirou-level cope with being a powerless little girl who watched everyone she loved die. She can't let it happen again. And being forced to watch it happen again through RP--because undoubtedly a Grudge is gonna do some collateral damage, I'm sure--would've caused a crack in her shell to start exploring that trauma.
• I figured giving the techniques "literally thing no jutsu" names would help reinforce the idea that they're the "fundamental" abilities, like how basic karate moves are "Straight Punch," and "Front Kick." Would you prefer more "creative" names, maybe with the implication that it's like "this is the Aomori-Ryu version of basic-thing-category techniques," or is the issue with the specific language used (-jutsu vs -do, Barrier vs Bounded Field, etc)?
• I can do some rewrites based on what you've said about Onmyoji, again this was where I figured my assumptions would cause issue so that's no problem! I was under the impression that Attunement had only been a thing since the "modern" era, possibly Meiji or something at the earliest, so that's on me. I had figured that Onmyodo would use raw ether (or Ki?) instead of Attunement, which was why the Aomori clan had to "incorporate" Attuning techniques instead of having them from the get-go. The reason Aomori draws some of the energy for her techniques from the shared pool between her and Kyozan isn't because it's required for her to use the spells, but because it strengthens them and grants her more spiritual stamina. Because her training was cut off when she was 12, she didn't have as much opportunity to train her "ether reserves/efficiency" or whatever a "normal" Onmyoji would do to increase their power. Without sharing Kyozan's energy, she would require much more preparation and ritual to use many of her techniques, whereas by drawing on him to strengthen herself she can cast them in the midst of battle with "preparation" reduced to "strategy." If it helps, I tend to view RP Posts as "rpg turns," so when I say things like "it takes time to use" I mean that I'd spend a post where Mika whips out the ink brush or starts folding the origami crane, and then the next post would have her use the Ofuda Tags or the Shikigami. Without Kyozan, though, she'd have to do more stuff like "petitioning the local spirits," "gather power," "set up a territory," so on an so forth like a "proper" Onmyoji.

Re: Kyozan:

• Uh... A 1000+ year old rakshasa? Let's start putting things into perspective.
  First, rakshasa bit. What bugs me more than anything with this section is that they're literally just described as 'oni, but better', which... Feels super off-putting to me? There are probably better ways to address the differences in this context without just going that route.
  And besides, it's not as if oni can't do all the things you say they can't. Oni who are smart, who can use magic, who can use more than just weapons of brute force... They existed and continue to exist in-universe. There's no reason they wouldn't, given the multitude of myths that state they can do just that. Being the traditional (and stereotypical) norm isn't quite right in the context of this world and the way it has developed, honestly speaking.
  Now, the age. '1000 years ago' translated into a more apparent year is approximately 1000AD (duh), which places us right around when Heian-era Japan was starting to decline. Now, a thousand years is a damn long time, obviously, but if we use that and reference a bit later in the form: <Snipped quote> things get a bit weird. Now, while this does put us at the start of Attunement within Japan (relatively speaking), relationships between human and youkai would have still been pretty poor for at least a few decades (if not centuries) more. Where am I going with this?
  Well, as stated in the OP, a lot of ether's needed for a youkai to really start ramping up in power. That's a lot of kills. Racking up that amount of kills in that timeframe (as you put 1000+ and not, say, 1100+, I'm estimating it to be sub-100 years of chaos) solo is insane and rather unfeasible unless he really went ham murdering people... Which, again, paints a much bigger target on his back and probably has him approaching, like, famous named youkai status—doubly so if the battle left a canyon in it's wake. If he's older than 1000, though, even if by a factor of 100-200 years, that definitely puts him on Big Three level, which... Yeah, no, I'm not allowing that, even if they are depowered to some extent.
• Backstory. I get... Like, nothing reasonable here. Why was he sealed? Why does he have affection for the people who sealed him away? We get the destruction of the seal and the temple, but no meaningful reason behind the actions that he takes afterwards. A throwaway line about a promise or a vague allusion to watching generation upon generation of humans coming and going isn't enough to justify any of what I just mentioned. I don't have a clue as to why he was as strong as he was, or why he was designated to be hunted, or even why he took any of the actions that he did after popping out of the seal. I can assume, yes, but that assumption alone isn't enough to let me give the okay here. This is also assuming that the battle you allude to at the end of this section did not result in a complete rout, because if it did, there wouldn't be any 'vengeance' motivation in play for Mika.

That should sum up most of my thoughts on the forms.

@PKMNB0Y

I'll work on rewriting a lot of stuff for Kyozan too, since again it's my assumptions that caused the discrepancy. Here's what I've got on the point by point:

• I based the similarity between Rakshasa and Oni on superficial appearances (both described as giants, having horns, etc) and also on the historical inspiration the latter seems to have drawn from the former. If the Oni of your setting, however, aren't the stereotypical ogre type then I'll definitely need to re-evaluate exactly what the differences between them are. A quick re-visit of my research shows that Rakshasa have more Vampire-like traits that Oni may not have--they drink blood, have to be invited into dwellings, and are stronger at night, especially during the new-moon. They're also said to be able to fly as well as cast the usual illusions and shapeshift, and I don't think Oni usually fly? Would it be okay to include that in a weakened form, like say just levitating the self or air-dashing over short distances, instead of up-up-and-away flight? As for why I went with "Oni but better," I wasn't sure how fluid demon speciation was so I went with a take that Oni were, in a sense, "descended" from Rakshasa and thus the older race would look down on the newer one. This could easily just be Kyozan's arrogance, rather than anything factual of the setting.
• I'm a bit confused on the issue that starts with "the 1000 years ago." Is the issue that he didn't have long enough pre-Sealing to get to the level of power he supposedly had back then? Or that you're concerned that him being that powerful in the first place would put him too high up in the tiers of the setting?
  
  When I got the idea for the character, it was from one of those tumblr-prompts on a meme site which went along the lines of "An Ancient Evil has broken free of its seal--but finds that in the last 1000 years morals have degenerated so badly it's now not considered evil at all." I tried to twist this idea by asking myself "What does an Ancient Sealed Evil DO for a thousand years? Just sit there? Sleep?" So I answered my own question with the idea that, while Kyozan was sealed, he would eventually become a "fact of life" for the people who sealed him, and vice-versa. In the First Generation, their interactions would've been like "One day, wretched human, I will escape this prison! On that day, your entire bloodline will become my banquet!" "Foul demon, accept thy fate and disappear! So long as the Aomori remain, you shall never walk the earth again!" By the Third Generation, it might've become, "Answer me this, Human--why continue this farce? Why be bound to this land, sacrifice your life for the wishes of those who died in vain? If you're so confident in your seal, just leave me be!" "Because that would mean, one day, even if we were long gone, you would once again rampage. We may not be as long lived as you, but that allows us to look towards the future, and pave the way for our children--something your kind would never understand!"
  
  And by the generation of Aomori Yuuki, Mika's father, it's become "Blasted boy, what is that noise?! Are those metal birds back in the skies!?" "It's called a radio, Old Demon, and it's "rock music!" I snuck it out cause sitting here on Sealing Gate duty is boring as hell, no thanks to you!" Essentially, Kyozan was in jail long enough that he had nothing left to do but think, and those thoughts were influenced by the people he saw every day. He's an Ancient Evil that's developed Stockholm Syndrome bordering on actual rehabilitation.
  
  As for the Power Scaling, I didn't know what the "upper tiers" of your setting would be. Since it seems clear that the canyon feat is too close to the Big Three, I'll nerf that along with some of the details of his initial rampage. What would be an acceptable level of power that would require a Clan to take care of his seal afterwards, but without infringing on "why doesn't everyone know this legend" levels of infamy?
• As for "what he did to get sealed," I had originally included a bit that started with "The Rakshasa came from across the ocean, having already bathed in the blood of many victims. Fleeing his homeland's own powerful demon-slayers, he found himself in Japan, a hostile invader to a land already in the midst of conflict between Youkai and Humanity..." The intent there was that he'd have fought other Youkai as well as Humans to carve out a territory for himself, and then past that it was just the usual "big scary demon lives on a mountain and comes down at night to eat people/steal maidens/get drunk" and so forth. So his body count might be high, but would've been stretched out over a long period of time, first in India, then moving across borders, then settling in Japan. But I took that part out for both length and because I wasn't sure how relevant his whole "journey" would be to the synopsis of "he came, he did a crime, he got sealed." I eventually figured just stating that he's a Rakshasa would be enough to get the idea across that he's an older, foreign demon who must have come from another country.
• On the subject of his age contributing to the power scale, isn't it significant that the vast majority of that age is actually just from being preserved inside the seal? "Older Demons are Stronger," has to be based on the fact that they're spending all that time growing, fighting, feeding, and all that right? But if you take away the years that he was sealed, Kyozan's actual "life" spent doing those things probably tops out at two centuries or so. So the fact that he might be 1000-1200+ in age doesn't immediately put him on the same level as demons who have actually lived free for that same period of time, right? So would it be more reasonable that he originally only had the power level of a 200+ Years-Spent-Eating-People Youkai, or maybe 150+, and then over the time he was sealed it dwindled down further?
• The battle indeed did not result in a complete route. Kyozan took a serious wound to protect Mika after dealing similarly serious damage to the attackers. The killers didn't have a contingency in place for this scenario since they expected Kyozan would immediately be on their side, and while they could've probably slain him doing so would've cost them more numbers for nothing. Kyozan had the priority of keeping Mika alive. So both sides made a last show of force to cover a retreat, and since then they haven't encountered each other directly. I left a lot of stuff about the hooded folks vague since I wanted to offer you the option of GMing some side-story for them or having their leader show up as a subordinate to your own Big Bad, whatever would work for you.

Would the rewrites and clarifications I've mentioned thus far fix things, or does more need to be done?

Echoes of a Moonless Night

@PKMNB0Y Since the trend seems to be everyone making their own pairs instead of mix-and-matching, I'm going to withdraw Seiji and instead put forth two different characters. I made some assumptions with the history of the world and Youkai and such, so please let me know if I should alter anything.

Aomori Mika

Name:

Aomori Mika

Age:

18

Appearance:

5’/152.5 cm | 110 lbs/ 49.8 kg | Soprano

Though she usually wears a calm, cool, or even a slightly mischievous face, one can see a cloud behind her eyes–like she’s deep in thought about something else. Because she’s not always focused on what’s happening around her, she can be a bit of a klutz, but somehow she manages to make it look cute. A trendy yet thrifty girl, she finds a way to make any outfit look good and rarely wears the same color combination or patterns twice. Though she’s petite, she’s also filled out rather nicely–and she knows it.

Personality:
The Face: The Innocent || The Soul: The Hero || The Self: The Jester || The Ego: The Ruler

By herself, Mika appears to be a quiet, composed, beautiful girl. She has a reliable air, like a school council president or a class representative. When one catches her looking off into the distance, it’s hard not to wonder what kind of grand dreams she imagines for herself.

But when she’s around others, she immediately latches onto the everyday absurdities and starts to tease or intentionally misrepresent good intentions–she enjoys finding peoples’ buttons, and then finding out just what the buttons do. At the same time, she can be quite encouraging. She’ll be the first to urge someone to take initiative, or to laugh off drama–though she claims it’s because getting people into various scenarios is funny. Even if one tries to ignore her, she’ll worm her way into their personal bubble–whether with an infectious joy, or with her cute looks.

Deeper down, however, she seems to understand the responsibility that comes from her role. As the heir to the Aomori Clan, she wishes to rebuild her family’s glory and perform the same duties as her ancestors. She has a strong sense of protection over people, and won’t hesitate to get involved where she sees danger. When the switch flips and she stops joking around, it’s easy to see how hard she must have trained up to this point.

The downside of this, is that she feels like she must play the role of “the big sister,” “the leader,” and “the hero.” She doesn’t react well if she feels someone’s trying to take that role from her, and all of a sudden her teasing becomes much more vicious. She’ll overwork herself trying to keep her spot at the top, but she’ll also desperately hide it from others–because it has to look natural, right?

Abilities:

Using the shared spiritual energy from their Attunement, Mika performs various “old school” exorcism techniques rather than Resonance. Because her training was cut short, these are limited to mostly the “fundamentals,” and thus they don’t have the grand strength of Onmyoji from the past. However, the varied nature and versatility of this craft gives it certain advantages compared to other types of Attunement, which usually only mimic the contracted Youkai.

• Kekkai no Jutsu: Barrier Art. Spiritual energy is shaped, compressed, and hardened in order to create a repulsive wall. It can be broken by strong attacks, which creates a harmful backlash on the caster. By default, the barrier expands in a sphere around the user. Ofuda Tags can be placed in different formations to change the shape or strengthen it, but this takes preparation and awareness of the surroundings.
• Shikigami no Jutsu: Paper God Art. Parchment imbued with spiritual energy is made simultaneously more malleable, and much stronger. The caster can manipulate the paper in a few simple ways as long as they’re in physical contact with it–turning a rolled up poster into the equivalent of a metal pipe, or a paper ribbon into a whiplike blade–but in order to create “true” Shikigami out of origami, it takes a lot more preparation and more spiritual energy. Mika does not yet have the capability to make “autonomous” Shikigami at all.
• Godai no Jutsu: Five Elements Art. Drawing from similar methodologies in China, the Onmyoji developed a system of using spiritual energy already present in one’s environment to supplement their own. The caster is limited by their surroundings (there must be a source of water present to create a spell that shoots icicles, for instance), the number and type of Ofuda Tags they have available (a single tag Fire spell might create the equivalent of a lighter + hairspray, while more tags would be required for a true “Fireball”), and the amount of spiritual energy possessed by both the caster and the environment. It’s rather hard to use this art in urbanized areas, due to pollution and the interference given off by various man-made structures. It takes time for Mika to make Ofuda Tags, especially in the heat of battle.

Skills:

• Excellent Artist. Whether it’s painting, drawing, or calligraphy, Mika is skilled enough that she was once considered “the Art Club’s Ace Beauty!” This not only helps her create her Ofuda Tags, but has cultivated a sharp eye for details and a good memory of what she sees.
• Athletic. She’s not an expert martial artist or a pro-ball player by any means, but she’s in excellent shape and quite flexible. Rule number one for running away from monsters: Cardio.
• Family Business. Mika has been educated in much more depth than most people on Youkai, Grudges, and various other supernatural topics. Using what she already knows, she can quickly deduce an enemy’s weak point or a way of combating its powers, often based on something similar from legends of the past.

Equipment:

• 100-Page Spiral Notebook. A plain notebook that’s easy to carry around without drawing any attention–and an excellent source of Shikigami.
• Ofuda Binder. Appearing much like a collection binder for a trading card game at first glance, it instead holds the Ofuda that Mika has prepared for that day. The correct kind of paper and ink are harder to find (or make, in some cases), so there aren’t often more than a dozen or so tags available at a single time.
• Bow-Tied Package. A tube of black lacquered wood with a bright pink bow wrapped around about a third of its length. It appears like a glasses case, or maybe a pencil holder. It’s actually a very sharp tanto.

History:

A thousand years of history, burned to the ground in a single day. The Aomori Clan’s Main Household, slaughtered to a man.

But not to a woman. Aomori Mika was only twelve years old at the time. Someone she trusted betrayed her. She made a mistake. Her entire family suffered for her failure, and she was left alone.

One would think that, given how common attacks by the Grudge had become–given that Youkai and Humans had joined hands, sometimes quite literally, to fight a common enemy for years now–that ancient feuds among those who once battled the supernatural would be put aside. But Youkai have long, long memories…and Humans have an unwavering pride.

In the days before Attunement, there were few methods for humanity to protect themselves from demons. Those who could execute those methods were, perhaps, rarer still. From such individuals came the legends: demon slayers, wizards, demi-gods. The Aomori were once part of those legends. As members of the Imperial Court, they rose from scholars who divined the meaning of stars and seasons to true heroes when their founder led a campaign to seal a powerful Youkai. The evil beast had carved a tunnel deep into a mountain to make its lair, and by the battle’s end a canyon scarred the land. Though at the cost of many lives, the Aomori patriarch succeeded in sealing the Youkai, and a grand temple complex was built within the canyon.

Here the Aomori Clan would raise many generations of Onmyoji, and skilled warriors, and craftsmen. But these were the days of strife, the days when warlords and shogun clashed, the days when clans shed blood and swore upon cycles of vengeance. The Aomori put an emphasis on their own survival above all else, for if the Clan ceased to exist, there would be no one to maintain the Great Seal. Thus they gained their reputation for their skill, their professional standards…and their willingness to do what needed to be done.

When the technique of Attunement became known, however, the Old Families of legend began to dwindle, and the Aomori were no exception. To ensure their survival in this new era, they tried to adapt the new techniques as swiftly as possible, while incorporating their own traditions. The Seal upon the Great Youkai was modified, supposedly strengthened enough now that some thought it could no longer be undone. The Aomori grew complacent. Mika was allowed to attend a normal school, in a normal city, with other normal children. She was allowed to befriend Youkai, though her family had spent centuries killing them. She was even allowed to bring friends, human and spirit alike, to the once-secretive Main Household to play.

And so, someone who bore a grudge–not the supernatural creature, but a vendetta of hatred–found a way to strike at the Aomori. In order to break the seal, and Attune to the Great Youkai, they betrayed a twelve year old girl’s trust and killed her family.

Years later, she stands outside a small office building with her Guardian. And she resolves to settle her own vendetta, whatever it takes.

Other:

• She’s never had a boyfriend, and is extremely self-conscious about that fact. She may also be slightly thirsty.
• She’s bad with technology and still hasn’t swapped out her flip phone (granted, it’s one of those fancy Japanese flip phones) for a smart phone.

Kyozan-Rasetsu

Name:

Kyozan-Rasetsu (“Kyo-chan”)

Race:
Rasetsu

Originally from India, known as the Rakshasa, these man-eating giants are quite similar at first glance to the Japanese Oni and share many abilities–great strength, shape-shifting, and so forth. If you were to actually compare them, many Rakshasa would be quite offended (“Oh, so I suppose you humans are the same as chimpanzees!?”). While Oni are often portrayed as brutish and typically wielding clubs or big cleavers, Rasetsu have virtually the same level of power while also bearing intelligence, skill with spiritual arts, and mastery of many types of weapons.

Age:

1000+ (Severely Weakened)

Appearance:

6'5"/196cm*260lbs/118kg*Baritone

Though he’s capable of changing his height, Kyozan prefers to remain the tallest person in a given room. He doesn’t care much that he sticks out like a sore thumb, and thus continues to dress the same way he did in eons past unless Mika forces him to try and look presentable. However, he is absolutely fascinated by how far Humanity and Youkai have come, and often walks around looking like a toddler on their first errand as he takes in modern life.

Personality:
The Face: The Ruler || The Soul: The Rebel || The Self: The Explorer || The Ego: The Ruler

Kyozan’s priorities in life are relatively simple to understand: Mika > Food > Fighting > Comfort > Helping Himself > Helping Others. But there is certainly an air of confusion and disbelonging that eats at him. His time is long past, and the Youkai of his age were a very different breed. The world has changed in many ways–and he doesn’t approve of all of them, no matter how wonderful things like TV and instant noodles may be. He’s a fish out of water, and unused to being so weak and vulnerable as he now finds himself.

Mika is the only one he will ever let tell him what to do, and he responds very aggressively to anyone who isn’t her. Though she can reign him in most of the time, there are certainly moments where he’ll act against her orders–especially if he thinks she won’t find out. He still craves a little destruction from time to time, and thinks indulging in one’s vices every so often is good for the soul. To his credit, though, he has realized that what he did in the past was wrong, and is making some progress on being better–usually after some light humbling from his master. They both know she couldn’t really “punish” him if he wasn’t letting her, but to outsiders it either seems amazing, or downright comical.

He wants to see Mika grow up happy and healthy, and succeed in her dreams. If there were anything else in the world he might say he wishes to do, perhaps it would simply be to travel, and experience what this new world has to offer.

Abilities:

Though originally an incredibly powerful demon, Kyozan was severely weakened by two things: Being sealed for hundreds of years by the Aomori Clan, and being severely wounded by the villains who destroyed that same clan. Though they were only able to strike such a blow because he had to defend Mika, it’s taken years to heal and in that time he’s grown even more rusty. Despite this, his abilities remain quite potent by most “rookie Attuned” standards.

• Tanban-Kugi. “Blue Vitriol Nail.” Rasetsu are said to have poisonous nails and fangs, and Kyozan releases this venom by swiping the air with spiritually charged claws. The result is a set of crescent shaped, projectile blades that are individually weak, but move at high speeds and slice as well as any iron blade.
• Rokusho-Ken. “Tarnished Copper Fist.” Kyozan, in his heyday, had a much larger form. In his weakened state he can no longer manifest anything like his true power, and thus it only appears in spurts like this. A giant spiritual fist appears and follows his command, acting with equivalent strength to its size. He can only manipulate it within a radius of about 10 feet from himself, but within that area can freely control its point of origin.
• Enhanced Physicality. Kyozan, even weakened, is at least equivalent to an Oni in sheer muscle and toughness.

Skills:

• Sumo Wrestling. They say that the big bodies of Sumo, and the wrapped ropes they wore around their waists, allowed them to become containers for the gods. Kyozan fondly remembers terrifying local villages with the thunderclaps caused by his demonic bodyslams.
• Battle Experience. His body may not be able to keep up as well as it once could, but Kyozan has seen more fights on both the personal and large scale than most modern day combat veterans. He can give sound advice on tactics, or accurately gauge most enemies if they aren’t specifically concealing their true power.

Equipment:

• Fang Magatama: Gemstones made from his own teeth (they grow back, usually). They hold small amounts of spiritual energy to be used in a pinch–a handful of them can heal minor wounds, boost the power of Mika’s spells, or provide a “snack” when Human Ether gets hard to come by.
• Okuri-okami Pelt. The black pelt Kyozan wears has retained some properties of the beast he took it from. A benevolent wolf Youkai said to guide travelers home at night, it allows anyone who holds the pelt to quickly find Kyozan. By throwing it on the ground, it moves like a pelt used for training scent dogs, but slowly enough an average human could keep up with it. It will invariably find its way back to Kyozan. If worn as a coat, it also provides a measure of protection against Youkai. He often lets Mika use it as a blanket at bedtime.

History:

He watched the flames consume everything. When he saw Old Juro’s gazebo go up, he remembered how much the man had enjoyed watching his grandchildren chase each other around its porch. The structure had been slowly falling apart for some time–perhaps a century?-- and now it crumbled to ash. It angered him.

A figure in a black hood slashed Little Yasu from behind. Yasu didn’t go down right away–after all, from the moment he had watched that boy’s first lesson, when the wooden sword was taller than the child holding it, he had been able to see that Yasu had as much talent as his great-grandfather, perhaps more. Even at eighty years of age, what strength he lost was more than made up by his skill. But that first wound would have been lethal to anyone else, and against superior numbers, Little Yasu couldn’t hold out forever. The enemy’s cowardice disgusted him.

Elder Takuma’s koi pond filled with blood. A supernatural blast tore through a wing of the house–the one built for Lady Haruka. He watched all of Ryoichi’s children fight their hardest, to no avail. Even that runt, Yuuki…

He slammed his fists against the gate. As they chased her, and she ran blindly, he let out a roar that none of them could hear. She fell to her knees before his Torii, helpless and sobbing–and the killers stopped. One among their number stepped forward. They snatched the girl up, and at this person’s order–he couldn’t tell who or what they were, this group even counted Youkai among their ranks–the hooded invaders began to conduct a ritual.

The gates opened. For the first time in a thousand years, he breathed fresh air. He felt the stones under his feet, and he could hear and smell the carnage all around them. He looked at those who had freed him, and smiled. He relished their fear. As one clawed hand reached out, and beckoned, they all too gladly pushed the girl towards him. His enormous form crouched down in front of hers, to look into those weeping eyes.

“Are you…Mika?” he growled, a whisper that carried the weight of an avalanche. She trembled, unable to look away from him. “Did you know? Your father, Yuuki-san, has told me so much about you.” At the mention of her father’s name, the girl’s eyes came back to life. She rubbed her rosy little cheeks. His giant hand covered her soft hair. “Your family, the Aomori, has held me prisoner for a very long time. I have watched you–all of you–for all these years.” His voice grew deeper with every word.

He stood, and pointed towards the ones who had freed him. And an enormous, ghostly fist, stretched over his shoulder in an instant. The blow shattered rocks and bones alike, and sent bodies flying with the dust.

“So allow me to help you, now.” He scooped her to his leg, where she latched on as the fight began. “And fulfill the promise I made to my Master!”

That was how Kyozan-Rasetsu, the Mountain Cleaving Demon, became a little girl’s guardian.

Other:

• Has a fondness for citrus fruits and chocolate.
• INTENSE CLAUSTROPHOBIA.

Echoes of a Moonless Night

@Zeroth: Still accepting, but let me first break the form's biggest issues down.

• Personality. I personally feel like your system, set up as it is, has the potential to leave people more confused than if you had simply attempted to write something up piecemeal. The fact that not just I, but other people would have to go and read multiple separate documents over, then match things 1:1 in each to figure out a summary seems unnecessarily complex. Of course, this could just as well be a personal problem, but I still feel that this would be better served with a normal summary.
• Reason to hire. Just because the character wants into the company doesn't mean he has the sufficient qualifications to get in. He brings nothing to the table the way he is now; no physical capabilities, no contract, and no tangible skills OUTSIDE of those that might have made him a reasonable hire beyond his connections.
  Which, honestly speaking, would be better put to use joining his father's company because of nepotism instead of chasing skirts. Leads me to my next point, though.
• Motivation. Joining a company to find a hookup is a red flag, and I have no idea how you bullshit an interview with that as a primary motivation. Just staying.

Oh, and Grudges are the primary enemy in context of the RP, not Youkai. Well, for starters, at least. That's all I have to say on the matter for right now. And yeah, magic tied to weapon/contract presence.

@PKMNB0Y

Understood, thanks! I've reworked the personality section into a more in-depth write up that will hopefully be better. Also corrected the mixup with Grudges. I started to adjust/swap his skills/abilities as well, given that I started to feel like "abilities" should be things he developed naturally and skills should be actual things he learned how to do and practice, but that's kinda WIP given my next bit.

Regarding the reason to hire and his motivation, I want to make some changes and add on a bit that'll provide more clarity in his History, but I'm stuck in a few places. He IS a degenerate, but he's also suffering from ennui and self-sabotage in what I'm hoping will be an exploratory twist of the usual coming-of-age kind of character. Basically I wanted to hit that combination of "comic relief" and "oh wait this character's actually starting to get hype." So his motivation being to try and land a hot monstergirl was meant to be more of a "that's the part he'll actually TELL you," statement. Deep down, he actually does have solid ideals of virtue but he hasn't found any way that feels meaningful (to him, personally) to embody them. It WOULD be more rational for him to just join his father's company, or go to college for something generic, or be a salary-man. But his inner Chuunibyou can't accept that. He IS a coward, and yet the idea of becoming a cool demon magic person appeals to him because it presents a way to grow past that cowardice.

I was hoping that, with Takeda's company just getting off the ground, and with the career of Attuned sounding like a daily life-or-death struggle, that just the fact Seiji wants to sign up of his own free will to fight a bunch of soul-eating magical bullshit would be reason to take him on if only in the capacity of like, an intern or trainee at first who has to get a weapon/form a contract before he can do any actual field missions. If that wouldn't work, then that's probably where I'm stuck the most, unless other Youkai submissions are made and another player wants to partner up.

Attuned Weapons are described in the initial write-up in a way that makes me think they're very "one for life" kind of things--are there no "mass produced trash" variants for like, civil self defense or just-starting-out Attuned? Would there be any way that someone who's not already Attuned might find out "hey you have a lot of spiritual energy, you'd be super good at this life-threatening career?"

And, are there any skills that would make him valuable to a Grudge Hunter Company besides outright combat ability? Something like being tech savvy, having a Pokedex knowledge of Youkai, etc?

Echoes of a Moonless Night

@PKMNB0Y I'd like to throw my hat in for this if you're still accepting. I just have a Human who would need a partner, although given...well, everything about him, he may end up having to use a weapon instead. If need be I could design a Youkai as well, but I guarantee it'd be double the amount of cringe (so fellow Players, pick your poison!).

Lemme know if anything should be fixed. I'm assuming that, at least at this time, Attuned can't have like, "spiritual energy" or psychic abilities if they're not contracted to a real Youkai?

+Edits made based on feedback, draft moved back to WIP status.

WIP: The Absolute Degenerate

Name:

Murakami Seiji | 村上 清二

Age:

19

Appearance:

5'8"/173cm*150lbs/60kg*Eyes: Dark Brown

Seiji constantly looks like he's been up too long playing games or web-browsing, because he has. The state of his appearance implies he doesn't do laundry frequently enough or that he's not good at ironing, because both of those things are true. He smells fine though, and is in decent health aside from being pale due to a habitual aversion of the outdoors. He has a pleasant tenor voice, but tends to mumble or talk so lowly most people don't notice. He often still wears his high school uniform despite being a "ronin," (one trying to pass college entrance exams) for "reasons."

Personality:

|| The Face: The Everyman || The Soul: The Magician || The Self: The Lover || The Ego: The Sage ||

On first glance, Seiji appears to be your run of the mill boring, herbivorous nerd. He lacks personal presence, but also pretense--no indicator of hidden depths. If spoken to directly, many times he makes a noncommittal, cliché answer in a superficial way. He doesn't often seem to go out of his way to make first contact; or perhaps, it's more accurate to say he doesn't follow through on his own initiatives. And yet one of his greatest complaints is one of loneliness, that he has so few friends and especially no experience in serious relationships. He doesn't see himself in the most self-esteemed light, either, at least when it comes to his own physical features, and can be seen to take envious glances at others or mutter covetous woes when other couples are present.

All of this said, however, his intelligence and creativity lend him an unmistakable sort of competence and reliability--his excellent grades despite a seeming lack of motivation would imply that he has no problems simply doing "as he's told" and doing it quite well. When it comes to solving a problem, he's efficient and process oriented, taking each step by itself until he's reached the correct conclusion to the whole. When given a task, he makes things happen. After all, regurgitating information is easy--it's when he tries to step outside of that box, and think for himself, that doubts begin to surface.

He doesn't like interpersonal conflict, but also has a stubborn side that wants to resist being cheated or losing. To that end he tries to find win-win situations when confronted directly, but trying to weasel his way out of problems often comes off as passive aggressive or manipulative.

Deep down, he wants to be seen as someone of value, someone who has life "figured out." He feels like he was duped by the ideals given to everyone in their early lives, like the world should have lived up to his expectations, and yet he clings to those same "feelgoodisms" because he wishes they were true. Despite his performance in school, he doesn't feel prepared for life. He doesn't understand why life--relationships, social success, career happiness--can't be broken down the same way a math problem can; like he should be able to plug the right number into the right formula and get the exact same outcome that someone else got. But instead of looking at other people, he keeps looking for the number and the formula, for the "analysis" that he's missing. And so the things he's missing continue to elude him.

Abilities:

• Currently, Seiji hasn't garnered any true supernatural abilities as he hasn't formed a contract. He claims, however, that he is sensitive to "killing intent," despite having no formal combat training or psychological studies. It's probably because he's a coward.
• Sharp senses--while not superhuman or on the level of some Youkai, Seiji has a stupidly good set of ears and nose. This actually may be the source of some of his social issues, because he finds it impossible to follow conversations in crowded rooms or enjoy loud parties.
• Damn near photographic memory--it's not actually eidetic, but Seiji can recall a surprising amount of information even about seemingly trivial things, especially if he read it in a book or on the internet somewhere. How trustworthy the information he remembers actually IS, may be up for debate.

Skills:

• Effortless Victory, or Crushing Defeat--Whether this is a skill or a symptom of mental illness is yet to be diagnosed. Seiji is not dumb by any means and doesn't have issues focusing, so there are quite a lot of things he takes to when he tries them, or would be very good at if he put in the effort--one might say that his "talent" is being a quick learner. However, if he tries something and isn't immediately somewhat proficient at it, he gives up and becomes depressed.
• WIP

Equipment:

• An amulet he got as a prize in a random konbeni drawing. It's supposed to protect against negative energy--Seiji doesn't realize it broke in half after being in his pocket for an hour.
• A pocket-edition of an old, OLD Youkai picture book. He only bought it when he decided to try becoming Attuned. The pages for "Yuki-Onna," "Chinoya," and other conventionally attractive, not-always-hostile, female demons are dog-eared.

History:

While waiting to receive his high school diploma, Murakami Seiji faced the greatest crisis of his young life. For three years, he'd been a proud member of the Gaming Club, even becoming its president--because he was the only one to keep showing up consistently while the others drifted apart. For three years, he had successfully avoided ever being last place on the sports days or getting bullied.

For three years, he failed to do anything meaningful.

He never met a Palmtop Tiger, or an Invisible Bunny Girl. He never got strongarmed into the S.O.S Brigade, or recruited by a secret organization, or killed and revived by a mysterious beautiful transfer student. And in a world where Youkai were an actual thing, that was bullshit!

He had failed to do anything worthwhile or find love, and now high school was over! The best years of his life would be behind him! He hadn't even figured out anything genuine to put on his Career Aspiration form! What the hell was he supposed to do!?

Then he saw a new Attunement Company open up in an office building he passed on his way to the train station every day. And the Light Novel Title of his life came into focus:

"I'll Contract a Big Titty Demon Girl--For Obvious Reasons!"

Other:

• His father is a civil engineer who works for a company specializing in repairing the collateral damage caused by battles between the Grudges and Attuned. That's why Seiji is well off enough to live in an apartment by himself.
• He has an older brother pursuing a doctorate in astrophysics, and a younger sister in her last year of middle school.