Zoey Boey

Star Wars: Empire of Glass

@The Fated Fallen hell yes very cool force user

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

i'll get a post up soon

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

^{Akira Hanako}

outside the pillar estate. student of Fushigi Yuu

Akira had followed her Pillar's instructions obediently, but clearly not happily. No questions? It was always no questions. Whatever it was, it was bad news, unless Fushigi reacted with "son of bitch" to good news, which Akira doubted. Still, Akira had a great deal of respect for Fushigi. Even though she could be a major bitch sometimes, like right now, making her stand out in the rain to fight some Wolf boy or whatever. Still, she wasn't a stiff or a pushover like all the other Pillars.

Then, after all that, it turned out she didn't even get to spar. Now they were doing something else. Perfect.

She tsked and crossed her arms when she was commanded to stay outside. "Fine, Fushigi-san. When have I ever made a fool of myself?" She asked faceciously, knowing that she had, infact, embarrassed herself many many times in one way or the other. Well, whatever bad news they were talking about, Akira was sure she would find out about it eventually. Fushigi had already vanished inside the confines of the building.

Leaning up against the wall, Akira's outfit was not at all appropriate for the weather, which most likely contributed to her abrasive mood (as if she needed any help in that). It was all black, her black hair was tied into a ponytail. Two large bangs hung down either side of her face. She was wearing a sleeveless crop-top and elbow-length fingerless gloves. Baggy, loose pants propped up a stiff belt that circled her bare abdomen. There were two long slits down the thighs of her pants, and they vanished into tall black boots. Grey, black, darker black.

"God, it's miserable out here. I wish they'd hurry up already." She commented aloud to the other students outside rubbing her face and then recrossing her arms.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Emily, or #2

Fort Hood, Texas, January 23rd.

2 caught the balaclava and frowned. These things were so stuffy, and messed up her hair. She'd probably have a rats nest by the time this was over...oh well. Rolling the soft material over her face, she took a moment to adjust it. Her eyes and mouth were bright in comparison to the black ski mask. Her brown hair smooshed against the back of her head and the ponytail drifted out from the bottom of the mask. No more glorious flowing hair, at least until this was over and done with.

2 smirked, glancing over at the creepy schoolgirl with the ominous face mask. It made her look pretty silly. Like she was pretending to be a bad guy. Without the mask, she could just be a creepy schoolgirl. "You look even more ridiculous than I do." She commented humorously. She used her index fingers to pull the mouth of the mask wide, sticking out her tongue. "Mleeeeh." Giggling, the mask wearing creature approached the window Akasha had motioned.

She smiled, looking at the flowers. Simple shrub roses. Easy to grow and maintain. Practical and efficient, and easy on the eye though unfriendly to unwanted visitors. They were being used at a barrier. Well, maybe they didn't want to be used as a defence anymore? She asked if they did, and like always, the flora agreed with her. They would much rather be used to open the window. Few windows are totally airtight. Common thieves tools would be unable to breach the small gaps that allow air to slip through, but obviously 2 was no ordinary burglar, and she certainly had extraordinary tools at her disposal. The roses grew, stretching and flourishing. They reached up to halfway up the window. Sprouting thin, wiry, almost invisible string-like thorns, the flowers went about their traitorous work.

It took a moment, but the organic strings worked their way inside. Carefully they slid, grasping fingers cloying for the plastic latches on the otherside. With two clicks, the latch became undone. The thorns receded and the flowers returned to their normal positions amongst the shrubbery. Like the red sea, the bush parted for the intruders to enter the house unobstructed.

"I'm in." 2 announced in a faux-serious hacker voice she learned from the movies. Thanking the roses, who assured her it was no issue, Number Two went to the newly unlocked window and peaked inside. No one in the immediate area. Quietly, she slid it open. Taking the initiative, the woman threw her leg over the edge of the window and stooped gracefully inside. Holding it open, she gestured for Akasha to follow her.

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

extremely interested...oh man.

but i'm already in so many other RP's. count me as a maybe, i guess. :(

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

@Vocab Since you're my character's Pillar/mentor, would you want to do a collab for some interaction between the two? If not, I understand. I thought I'd offer since I'll be online this friday-sunday

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

June and Mallory would probably want to go to the city, but they'd follow everyone else's opinion to stick with the group

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

what happened to 10 :( :( :( RIP

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

@Haruharara don't pull your hair out :(

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

Akira Hanako

With Weapons

^{Akira Hanako}

A g e : 16
G e n d e r : Female
B r i e f B i o : For the majority of her life, Akira Hanako was a dilligent, studious, upright child. Though she was very quiet and socially anxious, a small circle of friends 'took her in' and she enjoyed her education, even if she has always had a hard time expressing herself. Martial arts was always an interest of hers, if just for the beauty of it. Her life changed though, slowly turning towards the bitter. Feelings of inadequacy, restlessness, and resentfulness began creeping up from within. Akira began receding into herself, growing more socially disconnected from her friends and eventually her parents. She became flippant, dismissive, sometimes even angry. Her parents didn't know what to do, had they done something wrong?

Akira, seemingly desperate for purpose, became obsessed with Demons and Demon Slaying Corp. She was tired of this life, of her parents, of her boring regular school. She wanted more out of life, and she started working on her martial artistry. Total Concentration Breathing, particularly the Breath of the Wind. Free, chaotic, uninhibited. The wind can go wherever it wants, with no cares in the world. All Akira wanted to do was fly away from her boring life, after all. Eventually that was what she did. No longer caring to burden her parents with her increasingly hostile nature, the 14 year old decided to abandon her childhood home and take to the streets to fend for herself. Akira is quite adept at Total Concentration Breathing despite being a self-trained amateur, and thus when she went looking for trouble she usually came out the other side quite handily. She learned to be strong, independant, quick on her feet. She realized though, that she was lonely and ultimately purposeless, despite being free. So she travelled to the Demon Slaying Corp, the almost forgotten obession of her youth, to finally maybe be good for something. At that place Akira finally believed she found the purpose she was looking for- annihilating demon scum. Fighting was all she was good at anyway.
P e r s o n a l i t y
[+] Determined
[+] Free-Thinking
[+] Compassionate
[-] Stubborn
[-] Reckless
[-] Hostile
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_{B r e a t h i n g S t y l e}

^{B r e a t h o f W i n d} : Akira channels the power of Wind in her breathing style, increasing the cutting power of her blades and allowing herself more freedom of movement.
❀ 1stForm Dust Whirlwind Cutter : Akira holds one of her blades forward, the other in a reverse grip. Dashing forward, she becomes a spinning clock wise cyclone of blades in a radius one foot longer than the actual length of her blades.
❀ 2nd Form Rising Updraft : Akira holds both of her blades in a reverse grip. With a single counter clock wise spin and a jump, Akira can jump up to twenty feet and glide safely to the ground.
❀ 3rd Form Cross Slash Hurricane : Holding both of her blades forward, Akira slashes in a X shape infront of her, creating a devastating pair of air blades that have a ten foot range and launch Akira ten feet backwards. It is less effective when done from neutral- it's regular effectiveness comes after Akira has used one of her other techniques, converted her spinning momentum into the Cross Slash Hurricane.
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_{N i c h i r i n B l a d e}

^{B l a d e D e s c r i p t i o n} : Akira wields two wakizashi blades. Based off of her dual wooden batons she used to use in her youth. The entire weapon is about a foot and a half long, with the steel itself being 12 inches long. There are two tassels attatched to the bottom of her pommels, being green in color. This is the color of wind, and represents her reckless and carefree nature. She often acts on her own accord and is usually a loner because of this. Her persona, like the wind, can be harsh and biting. Fleeting, indecisive most times, singularly focused and destructive at other times. However, when the wind lets it's guard down and relaxed, it can be warm and inviting, or cool and refreshing. But don't tell Akira that last part. All she cares about is the liberating and dangerous nature of the wind.

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^{O t h e r U n i q u e T r a i t s} :

Spatial Awareness:

Akira ran away from home when her disagreements with her mother became too great for them to live peaceably. Homeless for a while, Akira didn't keep her head very low. She got into street fights often, and though she puts on the front that they attacked her first, or they disrespected her, usually it was some poor bastard was getting picked on, mugged, or otherwise attacked, and Akira intervened. Over the course of the year she lived by herself, she learned to constantly watch her back and look over her shoulder incase someone is coming up from behind. In her fights, she was often outnumbered, and the enemy often tried to get behind her for an advantage. She picked up this skill over the course of her many street scraps.

Akira possesses an advanced ability to sense what is directly behind her. This allows her greater spatial awareness, allowing her to not solely rely on her otherwise mundane eyesight and hearing. This is why her fighting style so often allows her turning her back completely to her opponent- since she can detect their movements perfectly anyway. It is still less effective than eye sight, but it allows her to be a bit more wild and free with her fighting style than she would other wise. Spatial Awareness means Akira incorporates spinning and ther unorthodox moves into her fight style- since the opponent can't take advantage of her temporary blindless to them like they would normally be able too.