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GOD CS REQUIREMENTS:

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SHINKI CS REQUIREMENTS:

Name: (name as a shinki)
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CREATIVITY​

 

[RI.a]

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[div class="header One"]BASICS_[/div]
[div class="page 01"][div class=title]Name[/div] Setsuha
[div class=title]Vessel Name[/div] Seki (節)
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[div class=title]Gender[/div] Female
[div class=title]Sexuality[/div] Hetero-flex
[div class=title]Affiliation[/div] Goddess of Fate and Time - Yona no mikoto
[div class=title]Theme[/div]【爽快に】kick 歌ってみた ver.Sou
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[/div][div class=title]Artist[/div] 手暮ケイ

[div class=title]Description[/div] The blonde haired spirit stands at an average height of 5'3". She is usually wearing oversized clothes, making her already skinny frame seem even smaller. Her fashion choices sway towards the boyish side, though she can appreciate a cute tee any day. The curves of her body aren't that defined and she looks like a malnourished teen, but her youthful round face with bright eyes says otherwise. Setsu despises the cold, so no matter how many layers she puts on on a rainy day in autumn or in the middle of winter, she'd be sure to express how cold she is. She usually keeps her wild blonde locks free, it reaches around her shoulders and is usually messy, leaving it to the wind to decide how her hair should be for the day.

[div class=title]Voiceclaim[/div] Aisaka Taiga (Rie Kugimiya) - Toradora
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[div class="page 02"]Setsu's emotions can turn 180 in a flash. She is short tempered and can get easily upset. This is because she doesn't know how to treat others with affection. Thus, the blonde tends to put up a rude, confident front. Much like an adolescent teenager, her immature behaviour tends to be reckless and foul-mouthed paired with an equally antagonising glare. Behind her false cover, she’s sensitive and much more girly, and can be very shy admitting her actual thoughts and emotions. Though she can still be quite aggressive with both her words and actions when embarrassed.

[div class=title]Interests[/div] Like an alley cat, Setsu loves to roam and linger around warm places. Since waking up, she has found herself drawn to all types of sweets and desserts. She doesn't have to have a taste to get a smile on her face, seeing it on displays or pictures on advertisements would get her eyes to brighten and cheeks hurting from the wide grin. She also loves watching chefs turn the ingredients into something beautiful, hoping she'd be able to one day do what they can. Sports is another thing she fancies. It didn't matter what kind, as long as she could be active. She likes that running can be turned into a game of tag or throwing balls can be a match to see who can throw the furthest. Childish, imaginative games like these are thoroughly enjoyed and she feels like it makes the day worthwhile. [/div]

[div class="header Three"]BIOGRAPHY_[/div]
[div class="page 03"]Setsu isn’t sure how long she’s been wondering as a spirit. Her earliest memory floating in a cold, dark void, until her eyes opened to find herself in the middle of the street. She didn't question how she got there and enjoyed the presence of people, the cute displays on shopfronts and the smell of delicious food. It was dusk before she knew it, parents were bringing their children home and the streets got quieter. It was then she realised she didn't know where her home was. Heck, she just noticed she doesn't remember her own name! Her moment of panic led her to try and ask someone if they could help.

No matter what she did, no one could see her, feel her. Setsu became desperate and scared but finding someone who could see her was the least of her worries. Eerie eyes started appearing on walls and they all seemed to follow her. Running in fear, she ended up in an empty temple. The creepy eye monster didn't seem to follow her there, so she decided to spend the night.

When dawn broke, spirits of different shapes and sizes eyed her curiously. Her surprised scream seemed to have scared them too as they jumped and huddled close together in a corner. Upon closer inspection, they were different to the eye monster from the night before. An older male soon appeared, complaining about the noise, as if just noticing the newcomer. The male, whom she calls "Jii-san", told her what they were, about phantoms, and about gods and their regalias. Intrigued, she wanted to meet one and hope that they will treat her well.

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[div class=cover2]Yuri was abandoned as a babe in front of an orphanage in the outskirts of Tokyo. The orphanage housed many boys and she was bullied and teased often by them. Growing up, she became a tomboy, hiding her interest in ‘girly’ things like sweets and cute clothes. She had to learn how to protect herself, being tough and starting fights on the streets. She usually loses and ends up bruised, bleeding and in the police station. Yuri slowly but surely got better at street fighting, and involved herself with the yakuza. When the orphanage found out, they kicked her out to the streets. She thought that she found herself a new home with the thugs, but she wasn’t respected in the group because of her gender. She proved otherwise with her agility and combat skills. But when ganged upon, she was helpless. Beating her unconscious, they chucked her body into an industry meat freezer. Broken, bruised and freezing, she couldn’t find the energy to lift herself off the cold floor. Her last conscious thoughts were, “I don’t want to die.”[/div][/div]

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[div class=title]Description[/div] As a vessel, Setsu is a wakizashi (short katana). The flawless blade is sharp and sheathed in a rosewood scabbard. The hanging cord is made of a bright yellow thread and the same thread is also used to wrap around both ends of the scabbard. The katana has a smaller guard than most, and the same yellow thread is tightly wrapped around the handle, extending to a small loop at the pommel.

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[div class=title]Belly Of The Beast[/div] Setsu prides herself with her ability to eat dessert at any time of the day. She can even shove half a cake after a full meal! It's also remarkable she doesn't gain any weight. She is a spirit of the far shore after all and can enjoy sinful sweets without consequences.
[div class=title]{locked} Borderline[/div] A barrier formed with her index and middle finger and drawing a line between her and others.

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[div class=title]{locked} Durability[/div] This relies on her motivation; the more motivated she is, the more durable she is. She can break easily when doubts and fears start to cloud her mind.
[div class=title]{locked} Blind[/div] A bright yellow aura wraps around the blade before being released at a target. The aura blinds the target temporarily and does not do any physical damage.[/div]
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[Dante Verren]

Name: Chisaki
Vessel name: Senki 戦
Real name:

Spoiler: God's Greatest Secret

Goto Chuya

Age: 21
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Affiliation: Atreus the Delivery God
Voice Claim: Lucy Maud Montgomery: Bungo stray dogs

Spoiler: Voice Claim

Character Theme: Apple Tea no Aji

Spoiler: Character theme

Appearance:

Appearance description: Chisaki is a thin 5’7 women in her early very early twenties. Her hair, still in its natural color is a pale white and when not tied to hold it in place can reach down to her lower back. Her eye color is a very light almost faded brown that seems as if the color in it has drained away a little bit overtime. Just like her hair Chisaki’s skin is also a pale white, though despite it’s very white color it doesn’t look unhealthy.

Vessel Appearance and description:

Chisaki’s vessel form is a simple looking sword with a bladed hand guard in front of the handle to act as extra protection to its user. The blade has a basic grey and white color scheme that doesn’t stand out much with brown leather wrapped around the handle. The weight of the blade is similar to that of a long-sword where it is able to be wielded effectively as a one- or two-handed weapon.

Skills/abilities: Borderline and Prison

Personality: Chisaki is someone who has always appreciated the values of hard work and struggle. She disdains the idea of taking the easy way out of solving problems but also hates the idea of making things harder then they need to be. She has developed a few pet peeves while being under the service and working with her god who takes up odd jobs doing whatever they can. Having her vessel used for things that swords aren’t typically supposed to be used for is one of those things. Chisaki will protest and give her god a hard time about it for a little bit but it will be mostly in good sport as she knows her god means the best. After all her god has a habit of teasing her as well.

Chisaki tends to not care about much what most people think, as long as she stays true to herself and those that are closest to her understand her then that is enough for her. She loves to learn and it is feels like an almost unquenchable thirst for knowledge that she has. Even though she knows she isn’t supposed to ask one of her biggest dreams is that when the day that she isn’t needed by her god comes that she will be told about her past and who she was before becoming a shinki.

Interests/hobbies: Chisaki’s biggest hobby is learning, whether that be through a book, newspaper, internet, tv, interaction with people, etc. She doesn’t know why she likes learning so much but the pursuit of knowledge is something that always can make her smile. That being said she does have a bad habit of holding things up to close to her face when trying to read. Another hobby of hers is gardening, or at least taking care of flowers. She finds the activity relaxing and a good way to focus/resist any foul temptations that other activities might bring up.

Bio:
The earliest that Chiskai remembers is floating without a body in a cold expansive dark void. Felling nothing and unable to do anything, she wondered if she was just going to do disappear forever. Even being unable to feel she knew she didn’t want that. As if answering her prayer, she heard a voice call out to her. The voice sounded warm and welcoming, especially compared to the dark emptiness that she had been trapped within. The words were in audible yet she felt two words in particular burn into her heart. Those words being what would become her name, Chisaki and Senki.

The next thing she new she was in a different kind of void, one that felt al to familiar. She felt a feeling that was similar to being held in a warm embrace and she felt her heart fill with joy, she could feel again. That was when she realized that she could see, and not only that but her vision was filled with the image of an attractive looking man holding a plain and simple sword in his hands. The moment she laid eyes on the sword she knew that it was her and the man holding her was her savior, her god.

Over the course of the next Three months Chisaki has spent her time trying to learn how to be the best regalia she can be to support Atreus. Helping with any jobs that she can, doing her best to act as a worthy sword for Atreus. She admires Atreus’s willingness to take on any job that comes there way and the effectiveness of which he handles it. Though he can get on her nerves from time to time if he makes fun of her to much or wants to use her vessel in ways a sword isn’t meant to be used.

Part of adjusting to being a regalia is getting use to other gods and regalia. So far she isn’t doing to well on that front. They don’t come across many gods or regalia that often and with Chisaki being Atreus only regalia she doesn’t get many chances to interact with others like her. That being said when ever she is around others like her she is either in her vessel form or she is to nervous about the fact she is near another god to really talk much. Still one day she will be able to talk freely with others of her kind, once Atreus gets a ton of worshippers, she is going to have plenty of other regalia to socialize with.

Though she is still learning she has already learned the basics of being a regalia, don’t give into temptation of sin and harm your master, protect your master, and support them as much as you can. Of course, there are other rules regalia’s have, one of those being not to ask about your past. She still isn’t one hundred percent sure why she isn’t supposed to ask about her past but sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her and she starts to wonder about things. Why does she have the habbit of reading close to her face when her vision is fine and she can read at a normal distance, why does she like learning so much, and why does she like gardening? Since first meeting Atreus her dream has been to support him and see that his dreams become a reality, but now she has another dream. If the day comes… and she hopes it is an if… that she is no longer useful to Atreus she hopes that he will grant her a final wish. She wants to know who she was before becoming a regalia. If that day ever came she would accept her fate and be cast aside content with the knowledge that she was at least useful for a little while and in the end was able to learn who she was really was.

Spoiler: Sealed Memories

Chuya was the youngest daughter to a family of five. If being the youngest wasn’t enough reason for her family to baby her/take care of her she was diagnosed with Albinism a few days after she was born. This would have lasting effects throughout her life. Luckily for Chuya her family was relatively well off and accommodating for her wasn’t much of an issue. As a young child she loved all of the intention but always being in the spotlight and having someone right there watching after her would get to her as she grew older.

When she entered in school and began to become more independent Chuya began to realize that her problems weren’t as bad as people made them out to be. She was more sensitive to sunlight and her vision was a little worse then others, that was really it. Despite her protest that she began to make her parents would continue to baby her and have her taken care of at school. This would continue for several more years until she proved that she could handle take care of herself just like any normal girl could. It was during this time that she developed her love of learning and reading.

Throughout middle school and high school she was allowed to live her life normally by her parents. Her sisters would go on to pursue romance and have wonderful social lives Chuya did the opposite. She would often spend most of her time in the library or in her room with her nose buried in some kind of book or magazine that interested her. She even found a few articles on gardening and began to experiment with that. Her grades in school were excellent as she was often in the top scores of her grade, but still that couldn’t stop her parents from worrying.

To Chuya there worrying was unjustified, she would tell herself that she didn’t care about what others thought about her and that she was perfectly fine. Though partially true there was one problem, her eye sight was getting worse the older she got. After an almost close call accident where Chuya didn’t see a car coming from the corner of her eye as she tried to cross the street it was determined she needed glasses with a heavy prescription. So, she would spend her last year in high school wearing glasses.

No one expected her to go to college, but that is exactly what she was going to do. Everyone believed she would stay at home and help out with her dad’s business just like her older sisters, but that isn’t what she wanted to do so she was going to cut through those expectations. Scoring well on exams she was admitted into a well-known university (Though it was second on her list). Chuya would begin her pursuit of knowledge at the university level, she was unsure of what she wanted to major in so mostly only took basic courses. Things were going well for her and since she had gotten glasses know more close encounters had happened.

Chuya had managed to make a surprising number of friends at university and was invited to a party. At the urging of her sisters she decided to attended. One of her friends was driving her there so she thought she would be fine with leaving her glasses at home. The party was at a fancy estate that one of her friends’ boyfriends lived at. There was good music, good food, and a pleasant air. The third story even had a balcony which provided a pleasant view of the backyard. Taking a break form the party she went up to the balcony. Watching the backyard below maybe if she had worn her glasses, she would have seen the boy’s that were rough housing around behind her. She had heard them but figured they were farther away since she couldn’t see them. Maybe she could have seen the rough housing turn into an actual fight if she had turned around. Maybe she could have went home alive and well if she could have seen one of the boys being shoved towards her with enough force that the impact would send her tumbling three stories downwards ending in the death of Goto Chuya.

 

[Karcen]

Name: Azani
Age: 718
Sex: female
Sexuality: homosexual
God of: vengeance and grudges
Affiliation: none currently tends to groups with calamity gods

Appearance:

Appearance description: standing at it only 4'7" Azani is a short goddess that one moght mistake for a child at a distance or upon first glance. Her long black hair reaches down to her hips. In her hailit are 8 venomous phantom serpents. Her build is on the thin and plain side lacking most feminine appeal. Azani also has snake scales on her cheeks and red eyes with serpent like slits which make any who see her know she is not human. Azani perfers to dress in more traditional clothing or whatever she feels will leave the most impact.
Personality:
Azani is above all things impartial she will grant a wish no matter if it can be called good or evil. It is easy to just write Azani off as your average sadistic goddess of calamity for it is true she geys some pleasure from others suffering, but that only sees the surface. Azani sees herself as a neutral force erasing the grudges that would brith evil spirits. She in truth after seeing how humans treat one another has a rather negative view on them and in truth her fellow gods. Thus those she calls friend can be counted on one hand. With her regalia she is stern and distant not seemingly growing attached for often they leave her and many times in the past they have been corrupted by her work. Still deep down there is loyalty and perhaps warmth. Azani tries to keep her image as an unyield uncaring person, but that may not be the truth. She does have a soft spot for certain things and people namely the abused but she keeps this hidden fearing that if she gives an inch then she might lose her will.

Skills/abilities:
Azani herself has two real notable abilities the first being the snakes in her hair. Their venom along with being extremely and almost instantly lethal creates a sort of mystical illusion allowing Azani to have some fun with a victim that deserves a little extra torment.

Second is her ability to drag somone to hell. This had become a selling point for her and she uses it to grant her wishes.

Interests/hobbies:
Azani has taken up many hobbies over the ages, though most she abandons. Still she has taken to of all things children's anime. As insane as it may seem she loves those shows that seem to go against het view of people. She also has taken big time to mobile games and wants to get real games and a house.
Bio/History:
Azani was seemingly born in the realm of Yomi the land if the dead. As these are where her first memories were how or why she came into extince there is anyone's guess. Regardless of why she was there she was and would one day cone upon a woman who was able to turn from a corpse to a beautiful woman. This was Izanami who fonding it ammusing to have company devided to educate the confused Azani. it was lucky that she was not a man for If she was then Izanami might have kept her there. In the end Azani would leave Yomi counting Izanami as an associate, or so she claims the connection might be deeper.

In the world of the living Azani had to make a living and being born of grudges and the desire for revenge she would not be worshiped much. Still she managed to make what skills she had into a working deal and a threat that gave her a decent supply of followers. The deal is simply those that call out to her can have the person that they hate the most dragged to hell but the wisher will be marked and will honor and make offerings to Azani and More importantly spread word if her to others or she will drag them to hell. As this deal became a bit to easy she added that the wisher upon thier death will go to hell as a way of smiling down the number of requests By making it more challenging. Still throughout the ages enough people have been willing to make this deal that she has survived. With the advent of computers abd the internet the secret worship of the goddess of vengeance has exploded amount those who don't think beyond now.

 

[Ranger_Will]

The God of Calamity
||A Depraved Deity||​

▪ Name - Azrael (Ahz-Rye-El), Atreus (Ah-Trey-Us)
▪ Age - Early to Mid Twenties (1,019)
▪ Sex - Male
▪ Sexuality - Heterosexual
▪ Affiliation - One and only, his cherished regailia that's kept close. Chisaki.
▪ Aliases - Depraved Deity, Depravity God, Blood Soaked, Divine Obscenity
▪ False Aliases - Atreus, Delivery God, Kindred Deity, Divine Laborer

Appearance -

Spoiler: Ref Pics

Appearance Description -
Standing at 5'11", Azrael is just another man who blends in with the crowds. Just another set of feet shuffling and scrapping across the sidewalk, pretending he has somewhere to be. The things that do make him stand out however are the faint pale golden brown highlights that merge in his raven black hair that appear in sunlight, the cat-like slits in his pupils, and his deep amber irises. Other than his stunning, handsome features not much else makes him stand out. His ectomorph frame is lithe and wiry, but there's clearly some definition hiding underneath his white t-shirt and black jacket. Most of the time this young looking man dons a friendly-chill, nonchalant expression. Set on neutral with a bit of warmth on the side to put it simply.

Personality -
This deity has many layers, akin to an onion. His outer-most layer is autopilot, to drift and give others their space while in hopes he gets his. The next is when you make his acquaintance, he'll be courteous, kind, and full of youthful charm and vigor. However, when you make friends with him he loves to be a toying jokester. His regailia is often teased for any mistakes with smartass comments, nudges, and the occasional sigh. Though go any deeper, this man won't appear the same. The distinctive cross is when he becomes brash, abrasive, aloof, and cold. He'll grow logical and icy, his eyes will flare with a depravity and cruelty unknown to man yet.

Skills -
This God was forced into swordsmanship, an up close and personal way of fighting. With a sword, there's no duck and cover behind walls. With a sword he had to go up and confront his victims with malicious intent and a depraved will. There's still some unsettling things writhing in his golden grace. Though the swordsman thing has been dealt with ages ago. The new things he's been forced to do is babysitting, farming, cleaning, and all the other mundane chores humans deem not important. He's picked up an average set of skills in those monotonous areas.

Unique Abilities -
[Cataclysm]
An ability found in his depraved nature, he can draw on the calamity he represents and use it as a destructive force. Through his hand or through his regailia, he can break and corrode items, buildings, things, and even other people.

[Vice]
Tempts target to give in to their most dominant sinful desire. It can also be smaller things; trying to quit smoking? Hah bud, screw you. Your hands tremble and your brain needs that sweet stimulus. You fixing for a coffee, but it's not break time? You suddenly don't have time for filing papers at work, it's coffee time!

[Depraved Eyes]
This only works on the weak willed and wicked out there. Azrael's gaze alone can cause them to go finicky and nutty, maybe even impish. Usually he does this to create uproars amongst crowds. It doesn't hold much practical use, nothing more than power of mischief.

Spoiler: Typical God Abilities

[Sunder]
Like all other Gods, he's able to exorcize phantoms with his regailia. If need be, he can send charged slashes at his foes with his handy dandy sword.
[Severance]
Again, like all the others, he can cut ties between men, regailias, and Gods.
[Teleportation]
Only when he has an active connection may he teleport to someone. An active connection being a phone call. He can't use this mid-battle however, it requires concentration- And who would be on their cell during a fight? How rude.

Interests/Hobbies -
Between work and work, there's not a lot of time to pursue hobbies and interests. This vagrant deity lives a dull life, desperately trying to stick in the minds of man lest he accepts their disregard and perishes to the unknown. Though, in the times jobs are thin and slim, he does doodle but that's kept secret. The other is to practice his swordsmanship, never allowing a thick coat of rust to encase that lifelong skill. Alleyway trashcans and small time phantoms don't stand a chance against his mighty stick wielding skills. Other than his doodling and practice, he loves naps. Are naps a hobby? They are now. With all the grubby hard work he puts himself through, he tries to rest his aching muscles.

History -

Spoiler: Work In Progress

Surprise, surprise. The life of a Calamity God isn't all rose petals and champagne as one's self could figure. Born roughly a thousand years ago, when Japan started to harden and become militaristic, did anger and hatred arise. Not to say there was none way back then, but that era brought forth anguish. And when a human, no, when anyone is in anguish that is when depraved thoughts dredge themselves from the dark depths of their souls. The thoughts of the Void as some call them. Yet, those in so much pain, will wish and cry aloud the thoughts of the void. Some will act upon them, blurring what was once a distinct line. They soon enough cause their wish to become embodied, a vessel of all their negativity formed and donned on by a divine entity. Of course, it is human nature to shove away and disregard negativity. Gods of Calamity come and go in the waves of peace and war, for they are only welcomed when suffering is to be culled. But this world grows insanely larger. A relic from the past, one who's barely survived all the waves by adapting and evolving and understanding has a full-time purpose. Now there is plenty of anguish, depravity, and suffering to be brought, withheld, and slain.

Azrael's past isn't worth discussing, it's only a depression akin to the one he represents. Instead, light needs to be shed on recent events.

A change of names have taken place. The name Azrael is one used for those who need the Depraved Deity, but to live on and grow to be the first revered God of Calamity he needs to stick around. So, to mask his terrifying nature, Azrael has donned a new name; Atreus. A Delivery God that labors away like any other vagrant God that will take up odd jobs. Back then it was hunting down wild animals like boars, chasing off pests, tending the crops, and collecting tinder. Nowadays it's babysitting, toilet scrubbing, sweeping, waiting tables, and anything else a human deems too little to do themselves. Their wishes, or rather their jobs, are something he'll have to do to both live and get close to mankind. The odd jobs don't only benefit in keeping him around, but also help him learn what it is to be human. If he wants to recorrect them into a better breed, to bring about change through heinous acts, he needs to understand their grief and sorrow. Only then will he finally grow to be his idolized future self. Time will tell if he rises amongst his fellow vagrants to a position that is revered and even loved.

 

[Roxasarass]

[S H I N K I - C H A R A C T E R - S H E E T]

[Name]: Mori.
[Vessel Name]: Sho(翔).
[Real Name]: Konosuke Maruo.
[Age]: 29 at the time of death.
[Sex]: Male.
[Sexuality]: Demi.
[Affiliation]: ???.
[Face Claim]: Shigeo Kageyama/Haise Sasaki.
[Voice Claim]: Junichi Suwabe.
[Theme]: MGMT - When You Die

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[Appearance Description]: Mori is a rather tall, svelte man who appears to be someone in his early twenties. His black hair is neat and straight, kept just above his eye level so it doesn't get in the way of his vision. His eyes can be seen as a blue-ish color or even green under specific light conditions, though upon closer inspection they are the color of silver. His face appears tired with eye bags that suggest a frequent and unhealthy lack of sleep but despite that his eyes almost always seem to burn with incredible intensity. Pretty freckles adorn his face. A pair of black round spectacles frame it. His face, while typically neutral, showcases emotion clearly. Mori's preferred outfit would be a black long sleeved sweater and a pair of dark, red trousers, though is mostly just comfortable with wearing anything so long as he doesn't find it uncomfortable. He stands at the way above average height of 6 feet 3 inches.

[Vocal Description]: The voice of Mori is one which would be described as soft-spoken yet when he speaks he's often quick. It is like an ever-flowing river of sentences, constantly being stringed together though it is far from mumbling. It is coherent. It shows that he is focused and calm. However it can also be interpreted as uncaring and utterly cold as the quick forming of words mixed with calmness could indicate a lack of emotion. And as his past counterpart would say, emotions are human error. Though in spite of that, he is often quite vocal in expressing emotions. Such as when he feels frustration, boredom, excitement or antagonistic. At times like those, Mori's emotions are very clear when he speaks. In moments of vulnerability, such as when he feels tired or drunk, Mori's voice changes. It is much more quieter, slower and generally showcases that vulnerability so incredibly well. It is deeply sensual and sultry, maybe even breathy and wispy. It sounds so unlike the dignified and almost robotic man it belongs to. He sounds so much more human.

[Vessel Description]: The vessel that he morphs into is a heater shield. It's small in it's size, comparable to that of a buckler however it is slightly bigger. In the center is a triangular shaped purple gem. The general design of the resembles tendrils writhing about and surround the gem. It's color scheme is simple, with a darker, shinier red for the tendril design and a black for anything that isn't a tendril. The edges are the color of a graceful silver. It has straps that allow the user to easily wear it on their forearm. The shield may seem weak at first due to size, though the main feature is a special ability that allows the user materialize much larger shields(approximately three times the size) in the air wherever the front is facing. The shields stay where they were formed unless willed to, as in the user is capable of of moving them with their mind, and the maximum of shields that can be made are two. They dissipate at will or when the number of shields summoned is over 2. This ability is useful as it can create a solid barrier that effectively defends against rapid fire range attacks, though also doubles as a platform that can be used to make escape easier.

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[Personality]: The one most noticeable trait of Mori is his lack of any sort of tact in his words, more often than not preferring a rather blunt approach to everything around him. It is a quality of his that makes a lot of people dislike so heavily, as he usually doesn't know whether or not he's offending other people with his comments. Most of the people he's known think he's cold-hearted and abrasive, and they are absolutely right. Or at least, that's what he appears as on his exterior. Another trait of his is his constant proneness to boredom. Mori does not like not doing anything and requires something to do, and even when he is given something to do, he has to decide whether or not it is worth his time before rudely declining if it's boring work or enthusiastically accepting if it's exciting. In the absence of work, he will often go through extreme measures to make sure that he is occupied.

Mori possesses incredible observational skills which give him the ability to draw deductions from nothing more than something as simple as the creases of a shirt. Such a skill has helped in making him an incredible police detective back when he was still alive. Though it's also given him multiple enemies and most people tend to want to shout and kill him as he has affronted a lot of people in the past since he tends to unknowingly show off. Most people consider him a thinker, himself included. Though if someone were to look at him closer they would know he's much more emotional than he would first let on, as he tends to show whenever he feels like he is missing something painfully obvious by stabbing it or even shooting it if he has access to a gun. He does not stab people he's frustrated by as that is very illegal and he is on the side of the angels.

In spite of his often abrasive exterior, he does have a kind and caring side to him. Though he frequently tells people not getting attached and caring about anything makes his job much easier so he wouldn't have a bias, he does show a clear concern towards other people through focusing on saving any victims of his cases first before capturing the criminal(s). He is heavily emotionally affected whenever he fails to save someone. To his friends(of which he has incredibly few), he is most protective. Even when he does seem to take them for granted, he becomes enraged whenever he finds out that someone has been treating one of his friends badly. And unbeknownst to them, Mori treasures them like he treasures his own heart. And he treasures his own heart as if it was the most valuable thing in the world as all he knows is no one else will.

[Interests/Hobbies]: When he was alive, Mori's frequent hobbies include running a blog where he actively asks for people to come out and give him cases to do, no matter how insignificant they may be. He solves them whenever he isn't on an active case, and enjoys the ones that involve danger and thrill the most. He does them all free-of-charge. Other than that, he writes nonsensical posts on his blog(i.e shitposts) about whatever things are going on in his daily life though is careful enough not to give out too much info. Mori also composes music for the viola and plays them in an effort to keep himself occupied. He also has a secret love for dancing, though has never gotten the chance to actually dance as that isn't what his job had entailed. Another love he has is anime, which he openly criticizes in public but secretly adores it even though he can't stand it when the characters are stupid. He kept monster girl figures in his closet as he loves that kind of thing.

After his unfortunate death, he has no current hobbies. Unless you count expertly running away from the various creatures of the Far Shore as a hobby. In regards to interests however, he has many. Mori generally loves taking in all the information he can, whether it be signs, billboards or newspapers that he finds in the trash. He even takes long and hard looks at other people, gaining whatever information he can from their appearances and potentially even conversations if they so happen to have one. As he is akin to a vague slate, which is to say that he knows things yet not necessarily has forgotten everything like a blank slate would(i.e Noticing a faint smell of disinfectant when he first appeared at the hospital, suggesting he knows what disinfectant smells like), he does not get as easily bored like he used to get due to a constant stream of newfound information as he takes note of things in his surroundings. It keeps him busy.

[Skills/Abilities]: Mori possesses an incredible intellect and highly masterful observational skills, capable of searching for and using elements of a person whether it be something of their appearance or behavior to create accurate deductions of their personality and past. He's capable of doing the same to a location, sometimes deducing more about a person if he were to be in a place they lived in. He does such readings subconsciously. It helps in cases. Though he does not know everything just by doing these things, often acknowledging that there will always be something that he misses. He works best when given silence and space. Another skill that he has is music composing(specifically for the viola), which he is quite talented at. Another one of his talents is his ability to make beautifully complicated origami.

As a spirit however, his repertoire has grown lesser due to the loss of a past that comes with becoming one. In spite of such unfortunate events however, Mori still retains his incredible observational skills even with the advent of his lack of seemingly trivial bits of information that he had once had. His ability to put forth his utmost attention to all detail still remains. As does his high intellect, which is still capable of processing through varied amounts of information. Unfortunately, he's lost his origami and musical skills but would most likely attain them again if taught.

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[Post-Mortem Boredom]:

All he feels last is the disgustingly wet feeling of his shirt, the warm liquid staining his shirt more and more by the second. He can't breathe. It all hurts. Is he dying? No, that can't be. He refuses to believe it. He hears footsteps grow louder. People are running to him. They'll save him, right? His lungs burn when he tries breathing. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He's dying. Blood enters his lungs at a rapid rate. Please. Somebody. Hands are touching his body. Next to him lays the dead body of his enemy. He, too, is covered in blood. Everything is blurry. Too blurry. Silhouettes are all around him and he recognizes none. This is a hospital right? He won't die. He won't die. Even when he knows a fall like that would obviously kill him. But he stubbornly refuses. "Please..." he mutters, voice struggling. The silhouettes start dragging him and that bastard of a man away. Fear tears at every fiber of his mind. It tears at his soon-to-be dead body. He's afraid. So, so afraid... Anybody. Please... And with his last breath he whispers...

"I... don't want... to die..."

...

An empty street greets him when he first wakes up.

Though the first thing he remembers is a null and cold void, and now he stands alone on the pavement near an entrance. Strange. Where am I? There's a faint scent of disinfectant in the air and people in white entering the building. Hospital. Who am I?

...

He doesn't know. Why doesn't he know? That's preposterous. Everybody has a name. So why...? Is it amnesia, perhaps? He doesn't know how he even got here- drugged? -, so that must be it. He's at a hospital and there are people going in and out. Maybe one of them can help him. In the hospital, he tries telling one of the nurses- likely divorced and let go due to a lighter area on their ring finger compared to the rest and the lack of a ring, overworked and stressed indicated by the presence of eye bags and white hair despite not looking that old -there of his situation and that he needs help but all they do is ignore him. Raising his voice, he yells at them in an attempt to get their attention. Nothing. He knows they can hear him. Knows that someone should hear him. Yet they don't notice him at all. As if he were a ghost. He yells again. The result stays the same. Why? He waves and shouts into the face of one of them and still, nothing. They should be reacting. A lady- authority by the way she carries herself, potentially stuck up, has a pet or two due to the different colored strands of fur on her shirt -passes him by and he tries again. Still nothing.

This has got to be some kind of prank, he thinks. But there would be no such reason to do that. He does one more test involving him touching someone and it still yields the same result. Not a prank. What is going on?

Wandering outside through town, he doesn't make much progress as to what exactly is happening. Nobody takes notice of him. Everyone acts as if he doesn't exist. That becomes less of a worry when he sees strange things cling to people, whispering sweet ignorant nothings to them while they oblivious move around. They're grotesque and colorful in appearance, eyes and wart bulging from their bodies with devilish voices. Mori spots more in the distance, some larger than the ones he's seen. At the corner of his eye, he spots eyes appear on a wall and they stare. They stare at him. He ignores them but he has an itching feeling they still stare. Ghastly.

Soon the dead of night come. And with it, more of those strange creatures appear. More of those bulging eyes appear in the dark of an alleyway he passes, and he makes the mistake of stopping and staring. Their sickeningly sweet and sultry voices urge him to come closer. "CoMe hEre... It'S safe herE." And being curious, he steps closer. It worries him that they see him but no human does. But he stops himself before he gets too close. And knowing they know he sees them, he runs.

He still hears their voices. So it's safe to say that whatever they are, they are chasing him. Mori runs as fast as his legs could take him. Any place where they weren't there was a safe place. He keeps himself calm. He's noticed that he's good at that. When he finally reaches somewhere he deems safe, he rests himself and leans against a wall. Though he sees more appear, dangerously close. So he bolts away. Until he ends up at a shrine. They didn't seem to follow him more after he reaches it. Does it repel them? If that is the case, would that mean that they're demons? They seem like it. Unnatural in every way possible and so, so ugly. They most likely are. Deeming the shrine a safe place, he decides to spend the night there.

In the morning, different creatures eye him curiously. His eyes widen, alarms blaring in his head. Mori stands and immediately backs away, before he sprints away. Shrines are not safe. It's day now, which means there won't be as many of those things. Now that he's awake and about, he decides to investigate what has happened to him. Knowing that people can't see him, he does not interact with anyone. And knowing that monsters that can indeed see him exist and they seem to be more populated in the dark, he avoids alleyways. And as the day goes by, he keeps on wandering around like a stray cat. Searching for something. Something. A person that could see him would be nice to find. Then he can interrogate them and ask what's going on. Though right now, what he deems important is finding information and if whether there exists a safe spot anywhere, if at all.

And frankly, Mori finds the latter of the two to be more detrimental to his survival so he shall adamantly search for somewhere safer and more permanent so he doesn't become a nomad. He keeps thinking of a single question though. One that keeps scraping at the back of his mind, begging to be answered.

What exactly happened to him?

It irritates him to no end.

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[Momento Mori]:

"You're boring, Maruo. Always siding with the angels. You could've been bigger. We could've been partners."
"You're forgetting something, Kazuto."
"And what might that be?"
"That just because I side with the angels, you should never think for even a moment, that I, am one of them."


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Before his dramatic death, Mori had lived an exciting life as a detective in the police force and solved a great many cases. Jokingly dubbed as "Japanese Sherlock", he was the best of the best and while reliable, was not liked by many. He is often called a psychopath by his coworkers, to which he often corrects and states he's a sociopath and tells them to get their facts straight before saying things. People frequently said he was a show off but so good at what he does that it was like he was the one that had committed the crimes. A statement which inevitably caused his downfall. When he was young, Mori was more-or-less the same as he is now. Except he wasn't as much of a prick. Among the many words that people called him back then were gifted, talented and genius. Somebody perfect. When asked, the only person that he could think of that actually surpassed him in terms of intelligence was his own big brother, Konosuke Takeru. They had a rivalry, though Takeru usually tried his best to look out for his little brother in spite of it. They care for each other even if it does not seem like it at first.

In the moments leading up to the moment of his death, Mori had been working on finally catching a criminal that rivaled him. Someone who he considered to be as smart as he was. Kirishima Kazuto. A man who had close ties with multiple yakuza gangs and a vast criminal web, but was bored out of his mind. An incredibly dangerous man. It was the most exciting and dangerous case he worked on. They had met once before, on a different case. And since then on, they were enemies. This last case had ruined his reputation overnight. The criminal knew just how to mess with him, turning him into a supposed fugitive due to the continued suspicions of his coworkers who were finally convinced that he had finally lost it and committed a heinous crime. The victims were a pair of kidnapped children. As usual, he had found evidence that led to where the children were kept. Evidence found in something as seemingly insignificant as the flooring that the criminal had stepped on. He tried interrogating the kids when they were found, to which they shrieked at the sight of him. A man who they had never met before.

Presumably, Mori deduced that Kazuto either made himself look like him or found someone that did and had them do it for him. Though that was the turning point and everything fell apart from there. The seed had been planted in the heads of his coworkers. They simply made the connections. Why were the children afraid of him? It's as if he were the one who took then, they thought. Or maybe he is the one who did it, they thought. Their prejudices took hold after that. After they accused him, he hid. Though not before a message from the criminal had reached him. All that was written was on it was a location. They met on the rooftop of a hospital. The two fought and pointed guns at each other. He stood at the edge while the other blocked the only exit out of there. Mori knew exactly what he had to do to get out. They struggled against each other when Mori made his move to knock the gun out of Kazuto's hand.

But he failed. A gun was quickly aiming for his head. He had to think quick. He's standing on the edge and they're close. Multiple possible solutions arise. He picks. Quickly he ducks and attempts to shoot but it gets knocked out of his hand. The gun drops off the edge. Fuck, he thinks. Now he stands at the edge, unarmed. A gun pointed at his head. There's no way out now. He miscalculated. This is the end of him. There's only one solution he can think of now that he's backed into a corner, fear forcefully entering his mind like a parasite. Only one solution pops into his head, and he does not like it one bit. But if it means he'll stop this monster, he's willing. He stares into the eyes of the killer in front of him. To hell with it. Goodbye, brother. Mother. Father. I'll be joining you two soon. Goodbye to the only people that loved him. His last thoughts are of them. With one swift move, he grabs Kazuto and takes the plunge.

And they went down...

And down...

Until...

Splat.

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[Soulless]

(ヨナ) YONA-NO-MIKOTO
⧖ GODDESS OF FATE AND TIME ⧗
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Name:
Yona-no-Mikoto

Alias(s):
Yona, The Seeress, Time-Keeper, Fate, Defective God

Age:
Her current incarnation is about 16 years old. In actuality, her being is said to have lived since the beginning of time.

Sex:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Shinki(s):
Setsu(ha)

Affiliation:
(formerly) Tamagahara

VA:
Inori Yuzuriha/Yuuri Makita (Ai Kayano) - Guilty Crown and Ao Haru Ride



Appearance:
Due to being the deity of time, Yona possesses eternal youth, resulting in her unable to grow old or deteriorate for many years. Her overall appearance is one of innocent and delicate beauty. She has a petite build, soft facial features, clear pale skin, and long messy unnatural-looking white hair that gradients into a pale blue, purple, pink, green, and yellow tint that ends at her ankles.

There was a passage from long ago that said something along the lines of, "If eyes are truly the windows to the soul, Yona-no-Mikoto has those [eyes] of the warm sun." Her eyes are round, and have a golden/yellow-red color, giving them a very clairvoyant-look to them.

Despite her mesmerizing beauty, she is quite unkempt and cares little for taking care of her necessities, making her solely dependant on others and her shinki to take care of her. She typically wears a sleepy or curious expression and dresses in traditional Japanese attire with her feet bare.



Personality:
At a glance, Yona appears to be a playful yet quiet individual who can often be ditzy at times, She is passionate about expressing her affection to others and isn't afraid to convey this through her actions. From hugs to skinship, one can occasionally find themselves flustered when faced with Yona. She can be very emotional and despite being shy at first with strangers, can be very bold with her attempts at getting closer to them. She suffers from a severe lack of self-confidence as she is self-conscious about her hair and eyes that are so highly spoken of in stories of her. She is a girl who has a strong sense of justice and generosity, who willingly put herself in harm's way to protect those she cares about.

She is emotionally fragile, however, becoming deeply enraged or saddened with the right provocation. She is quite selfless and cries very often for others when they are hurt or upset, but keeps her own tears to herself, in hopes to not be a burden to people. She can also be a bit passive about how other people's actions affect her and can become conflicted when faced with the negative emotions she feels versus her sympathy.

Skills/abilities:

[Mirai No Me]
Occurring at random, this ability causes Yona to see into future events, such as wars, deaths, and the fate of an individual. However, the ability doubles as a curse as the visions deteriorate Yona's health both physically and mentally each time they happen, making her have a very weak immune system. Due to this, she often gets migraines and catches sicknesses easily.

While this ability occurs, Yona is left in a catatonic state and her eyes display glowing hour-glass-like symbols.

[Memory]
As the keeper of time, she possesses eidetic memory and is able to learn and recall a vast amount of information quickly and accurately, such being the timeline and the lives of others.

Interest / Hobbies:

[Sleeping]: Due to her task of recording the timeline and the significant amount of energy that is used up when visions occur, Yona is often left tired and sleep-deprived. Because of this, she is a very heavy sleeper and enjoys using her free-time to take refuge in her dreams.

[Singing]: Yona enjoys singing in her free time, especially while weaving cloth, as she explains it's the best way to keep her mind at peace. She often sings the same song, a tune reminiscent of the song that plays on her music box that she keeps close to her. How it originated is unknown to Yona.

[Gaming]: She's a huge fan of MMORPGs and uses the shrine's funds to buy virtual currency.


History:

The seeress spends day after day weaving, a special cloth which serves as a written chronicle of the passing of time. (I'll add more but I need sleep rn)

Shrine:

Spoiler: Shrine

[Pathway to the Time god]

[Residence of Yona-no-Mikoto]

Theme:
[Yona's music box]

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[JoJoJoeJoe]

Average Joe
||The Common Man||​

▪ Name - Jotaro
▪ Vessel Name - Shouki 承
▪ Real Name - Joseph Seeker
▪ Age - 19 (Still Alive)
▪ Sex - Male
▪ Sexuality - Heterosexual
▪ Affiliation - High School - Senior

Appearance -


Appearance Description -

With untamable long locks of brown hair, they rest upon his head and have very long and slow arced curls. Joseph is a young man, his jawline is not as strong as others with only but his chin being his prominent, distinct and strong part of his face. Due to just being around 5'9"(and 1/2 inches), he doesn't stand as tall as many others.

Vessel Appearance and Description -

Spoiler: Vessel Appearance

Jotaro's Vessel form is that of a parrying dagger, and it holds a variety of differing uses. For example, a parrying dagger is meant to catch other blades with its serrated edge, and then damage the blade severely or even to the point of breaking. Another use is to simply use it as it is named, a dagger is keen for slashing and piercing. Lastly, its main purpose is to catch a blade or enemy weapon and then redirect it elsewhere for a main-handed weapon to strike true and hit with an astounding amount of success.

Skills/Abilities -

Hand-to-Hand Combat - Sheltered and left alone with his thoughts, martial arts was a great past time during his younger years, and certainly burned away the large reservoirs of energy he held back then.

Intelligent - The Boy isn't a complete fool, there is quick and sharp wit with the lad, largely making up for his lack of bulk.

Calm and Cool-Headed - When under stress and other such things, he is often found to be nonchalant and outwardly cool and calm. This is largely an impression to persuade others he is just that.

Weaknesses/Disabilities -

Quiet and Reserved - Around the presence of many others, hardly any words slip and past beyond his lips. As is the Lad's nature.

Naïve - Impressions and intentions to deceive are easy to trick the Boy, as he does not have enough experience to hold paranoia or hypervigilance about others.

Size - Standing only at 5'9"(and 1/2 inches) with an ectomorph build, there is an inherent lack of physical prowess able to be had by the Boy. Jester: Due to being at such a tender age, he is prone to make snarky jokes or be arrogant and too bold at times. Often coming across as disrespectful.

Personality -

Nonchalant when unprovoked and in a neutral state, otherwise he may be a bit snarky, as are teenagers, and sass some while simultaneously just trying to have fun. Often he stares out into the distance, and for this perhaps he is seen as uncaring and otherwise uninterested. Interests/hobbies: One of the many hobbies of this Boy is to practice martial arts, although the lessons in a Dojo had stopped years ago, he practices on a normal occasion. Otherwise, much time is spent upon his computer, perusing through the internet to satiate his needs for stimuli.

History -

Life is taken for granted by the youth, this is no foreign concept, but it is especially so for Joseph. A loving home, parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, cousins, siblings, and above all- a twin. By no means were they fabulously wealthy nor destitute, but they were comfortable and in-between with even enough to take leisurely vacations. Bliss to the world, or rather the terrible deeds of the world, for he only saw them through electronic screens and censored reports. Foolishly, the Boy craves for some sort of stimuli, some sort of adrenaline high, but is fated to not receive it through whatever means. Instead, within the earlier years of his life, he had started taking martial arts classes, entering the Dojo four times a week and every time exited with a life lesson, or such a life lesson reinforced within him, and more discipline. Unfortunately, it was to not last, only from his age of 8-14, just a hair shy of half a decade. Though, with his Twin, Daniel, life is always easy and never lonesome.

Christmas Time Recording
With Daniel*​

Static veils and shrouds the screen from sight before growing to solid darkness, black to which no eye can peer through before a small hand reveals itself and is pulled away from the camera’s sights. At first, its vision is distorted and unfocused before it catches sight of both Daniel’s and Joseph’s face, who is terribly younger than they are in the present, looking only to have aged eight years despite their real age is ten. Flames, vibrant and diverse in color, flicker, and dance behind the Vaylen twins, giving their dark outlines a warm orange hue, as well as making the outlines unsteady with the dulling and brightening light which flickers with the fire. Daniel has seated himself upon the stone brick hearth, back turned to be warmed by the fire with his head peering over his shoulders to look at the fire. Mistletoe wreaths and lights and strewn across the cresting arc of the fireplace and the mantle behind it which acts akin to a stone wall, white lights casting their bright illumination upon the living room of the original Vaylen Household. All around is a general, Christmas theme.


J: Excitedly, Joseph seats himself right next to his older brother and shoves his shoulders roughly with a beaming smile, and chastises Daniel, ”We’re recording! Face the camera, we need room for Dad’s!”

D: Scowling in a form of petulant behavior, the much younger Daniel with both eyes intact whips around to stare JoJo down. “I know! I know!”, he’d nearly cry this aloud for all to hear if it weren’t for his hushed voice.

A brief few seconds passed between the two as they composed themselves into proper young gents. On the brick hearth, there could be seen stockings hanging above them and stuffed animals in their laps. One, an adorable yet worn tiger with dark beads for eyes. The other, a precious jaguar with fading black spots. They’ve been around for a long while.

J: Giddy, Joseph began to murmur under his breath but the camera nor Daniel could understand the gibberish before he regained control and composure, now speaking directly to the camera itself, ”Since we can’t get jobs ‘n’ money, we decided to make a video for you, Mom! To tell you how much we love you.”

D: Dan nudged Joe with his shoulder angrily, pouting, “I was supposed to say the second part!” With a soft “ahem”, the elder twin corrected the error. “To tell you how much... It doesn’t sound that good anymore!”

J: Chuckles escaped the young Joseph, a high pitched tone in contrast to his rich modern baritone voice, his head gingerly shaking, ”Anyways!-- We love what you do every day for us! We also swear Dad did not put us up to this.”

D: “Al-Although we uh, um, uh, we love how you’re so smart! You know how to do stocks and uh, err... Money stuff!!! You handle our Roths-sesses ‘n’ make the real dough!”, It was a shock seeing how eager, energetic, and messy this Daniel was. A complete and total contrast to the one today. Hardened, composed, down to Earth.

J: Almost bouncing within his spot upon the brick hearth, Joe moves to lean in front of Dan to interrupt him from further words with a cheeky grin and a sarcastic tone, ”It’s great that you teach us, uhm, stock stuff before school every day! Dan learns a lot when he’s asleep, and I couldn’t believe you knew that.”

D: Daniel recoils from his attention hog of a brother, looking down at him with minor disgust. Pushing Joseph aside, he butts in, “I don’t sleep! I swear I listen during the car rides!”

J: An obvious and clear look of disbelief and knowing is shot to Dan before Joe continues speaking into the camera, ever energetic as he goes to clutch tighter unto his Jaguar stuffed animal, clutching it to his chest as he continued, ”Without you, I don’t know what we’d do! Like, the world would explode, that’s what!”

D: The eldest of the twins, inadvertently mocking his younger twin’s actions, hugs Jake the Tiger close to his heart, “That’s why we need you, Mom! Even though Dad thinks girls are nothing but trouble, you’re super duper worth it!”

J: Joe sagely nods to Daniel’s words quickly, beginning to shuffle in his place before resting his plushie beside him, leaning against his older brother. Speaking cheerfully, ”I don’t know a prettier momma in my entire school! You’re the fairest out of them all, even if the magic mirror tells you otherwise!”

D: The older one leaned over and set Jake the Tiger next to Jaguar. Yes, the spotted kitty’s name was Jaguar. He sat up tall, letting his endeared baby twin rest on him, “Yeah Beautiful, you’re the hecking best one out there! You always make sure we all look sharp. Without you, Dad and us, well, we’d dress like hoodlums ‘n’ bums!”

J: “Without you, we would be sooooo bored! You take us out to the beach and we go treasure digging! Oh- oh- and we, uhh... we play buccaneers and fight Blackbeard!”, Again, Joseph nodded sagely as if this was an exact science he had figured out. Proudly adorning a smile for such.

D: “Uhhhhh huh!” Daniel loudly exclaimed this, almost in a sing-song like a tone. “You take care of us ‘n’ never expect anything back ‘cpet maybe some kisses. For that, we can never pay you back! We love you so so sooo so so much Mommy.”

The eldest Vaylen spawn stands up on his two feet, waddling over to the camera. In the background, one could hear Joseph eagerly spew out an “IloveyoutooMommm!!”, before his hand fell over the camera lens much like how Joe’s came off it. With a soft whirr and a click, the VHS recorder was shut off and it powered down.

 

[hwayi]

NAME
KŌ-NO-MIKOTO (MORE FRIENDLY, KŌICHI (孝一) MEANING LITERALLY FILIAL PIETY AND ONE

AGE
HE WAS REBORN THE LAST TIME IN THE ASUKA PERIOD. HIS PHYSICAL AGE SEEMS TO BE IN HIS EARLY TWENTIES.

SEX
MALE (HE CAN, AND OFTEN DOES, TURN INTO A FEMALE, OR ANYTHING THE PERCEIVER SEES AS ATTRACTIVE)

SEXUALITY
HE SEES NO BOUNDARIES WHEN IT COMES TO ATTRACTION

GOD OF
LOVE, FILIAL PIETY, MARRIAGE

AFFILIATION
TAKAMAGAHARA

VOICE CLAIM
YUKI KAJI

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION
WHEN IN HIS NEUTRAL, MALE STATE, KOICHI STANDS AT 5'9, MAKING HIM RATHER AVERAGE WHEN IT COMES TO HIS HEIGHT. HE HAS MASCULINE, STRONG AND LONG LIMBS PAIRED WITH MORE FEMININE TRAITS SUCH AS A SMALL WAIST, PLUMP LIPS, AND LONG LASHES. HIS HAIR IS DARK BROWN AND HE HAS BANGS REACHING HIS EYES. HIS EYES TWINKLE WITH A HAZEL COLOR, AND HE IS SAID TO ALWAYS HAVE A FRIENDLY AND INVITING EXPRESSION. KOICHI HAS PEACH SKIN, BUT HIS CHEEKS OFTEN HAVE A WARM BLUSH ON THEM. HE IS CONSIDERED ATTRACTIVE AND HE MOVES VERY GRACEFULLY. KOICHI IS OFTEN SEEN WITH GLASSES AND A CIGARETTE BEHIND HIS EAR.

PERSONALITY
KOICHI IS A VERY AMIABLE AND RELAXED PERSON. RARELY ARE THERE DAYS WHEN HE DOES NOT HAVE A SMILE ON HIS FACE. THE GOD IS NURTURING, CALM, AND SENSITIVE TO OTHERS' NEEDS. HIS EMPATHY IS WHAT DRAWS OTHER PEOPLE (WHY NOT GODS TOO) TO TRUST HIM. HE LIKES TO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS SOMETHING GOOD IN EVERYONE, AND THAT BELIEF HAS BEEN THE CAUSE BEHIND HIS DOWNFALL MANY TIMES. HE'S OPEN-MINDED AND OFTEN OPPOSES TAKAMAGAHARA'S RIGID RULES, ENCOURAGING THEM TO SEE THINGS FROM ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE. KOICHI APPRECIATES TRADITIONAL VALUES LIKE MARRIAGE, LOYALTY, AND FILIAL PIETY, BUT UNDERSTANDS THAT THE WORLD IS CHANGING. HOWEVER, HE IS NOT ALL WITHOUT FAULTS. HE KNOWS WHAT LOVE CAN DO TO BOTH GODS, GODDESSES, AND PEOPLE ALIKE. HE IS NOT AFRAID TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS FACT IF SOMEONE GETS IN HIS WAY AND HIS DIPLOMATIC SIDE IS BURNING LOW. LOVE CAN BE CRUEL, SONS CAN TURN AGAINST THEIR FATHERS AND MARRIAGES CAN END UP IN A BAD PLACE. DON'T TAKE HIM AS A STUPID BRUTE THOUGH. HE'S NOT MUCH INTO FIGHTING AND IS KNOWN TO GO OUT OF HIS WAY TO AVOID PERHAPS VERY MUCH NEEDED CONFLICT.

SKILLS/ABILITIES:
>> KOICHI HAS THE POWER TO CHANGE BETWEEN BEING A MALE AND FEMALE.
>>HE CAN TURN INTO WHAT THE PERSON HE'S TALKING TO PERCEIVES AS ATTRACTIVE (HE RARELY USES THIS AND PREFERS TO KEEP HIS OWN NATURAL LOOKS. STRONG-WILLED BEINGS CAN BREAK OUT FROM THIS, HE'S NOT IZANAMI AFTER ALL)
>>HE ALSO IS THE ULTIMATE MATCHMAKER, ALWAYS KNOWING WHO LIKES WHO
>>HIS POWERS AREN'T LIMITED TO ROMANTIC LOVE, LOVE BETWEEN FAMILY MEMBERS AND FRIENDS AREN'T EXCLUDED.

INTERESTS/HOBBIES
KOICHI IS A BIG LOVER OF ART. BE IT LITERATURE, MUSIC, DANCE, POTTERY, PAINTING, PLAYS. WHATEVER IT IS, HE WILL LOVE IT ALL! ALBEIT HE'S NOT THE GOD OF ART, BUT HE'LL OFTEN SPONSOR MORTAL ARTISTS BY SENDING THEM A RANDOM CHECK ON THEIR DOORSTEP, EVEN IF IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. HE ALSO ENJOYS WARM BATHS. HIS FEMININE HOBBIES ARE FLOWER ARRANGING AND TEA CEREMONIES. THESE DAYS, MOST OF HIS TIME HE SPENDS LAZING AROUND, WATCHING SOAP OPERAS, ANIME, ANYTHING WITH A SAPPY LOVE STORY. IF NOT THAT, HE PLAYS GO (ALTHOUGH LATELY, HE HAS BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH UNO). HE'S A HEAVY SMOKER AND ALWAYS THE FIRST ONE TO PUT THE SAKE ON THE TABLE IF HE HAS COMPANY. HE'S A BIG FAN OF SWEETS. IF YOU WANT ANYTHING OUT OF HIM, JUST BRIBE HIM WITH CONFECTIONERY.

BIO/HISTORY
KOICHI WAS ONE OF THE FIRST GODS TO EXIST. HE HAD IMMENSE POWER THAT WOULD MAKE EVEN OTHER GODS AND GODDESSES COWER IN FEAR OF WHAT HE COULD REACH. LOVE WAS POWERFUL AND CONQUERED ALL. WAR COULD BE WAGED OR STOPPED FOR LOVE. OF COURSE, THERE WOULD BE JEALOUS DEITIES THAT WOULD SEEK TO GET THEIR HANDS ON KOICHI UPON LEARNING THE POWER HE HAS. HE LIVED A VERY DANGEROUS LIFE FOR THE FIRST YEARS OF SAID LIFE, ALWAYS RUNNING AWAY FROM PEOPLE WHO WERE NOT UP TO GOOD. NOW THAT HE LOOKS BACK, HE THINKS IT WAS BRUTAL FOR FELLOW GODS TO CHASE A CHILD WHO ONLY WANTED FOR PEOPLE TO LOVE. KOICHI HAS FOUND IT IN HIS HEART TO FORGIVE, FOR TIMES USED TO BE CRAZY A MILLENIA BACK. HOWEVER, IT STILL STINGS HIM SOMETIMES.

HE FELL IN LOVE WITH A MORTAL AT ONE POINT OF HIS LIFE. HER NAME WAS SAYURI, A SIMPLE GIRL WHO HAD BEEN BUSY PLANTING RICE THE DAY THAT HE HAD SPOTTED WHEN HE WAS ROAMING AROUND THE TOWN. HE TRIED TO SPEND TIME WITH HER, MAKE HER REMEMBER HIM. HE SPENT YEARS, ALMOST A DECADE CHASING AFTER HER. ONLY LATER ON KOICHI REALIZED THAT SHE WOULD NEVER REMEMBER HIM THE SAME WAY HE DID HER. THEY LOVED TO BE TOGETHER, BUT THE MOMENT HE LEFT FOR EVEN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME, SHE HAD ALREADY FORGOTTEN ABOUT HIM. HE FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT HIS OWN SELFISH WAYS AND THE PRESENCE OF A GOD KEPT HER FROM A NORMAL LIFE. PAINED, HE LET HER GO AND SHE GOT MARRIED SOON ENOUGH. TO THIS DAY, KOICHI STILL REMEMBERS HER AND VISITS HER GRAVE, EVEN IF IT HAS BEEN FOUR HUNDRED YEARS.

KOICHI HAS ONLY BEEN MANAGED TO GET KILLED ONCE. SLAUGHTERED BY A VENGEFUL GOD FOR MAKING HIM FALL IN LOVE WITH A MORTAL HE COULDN'T BE WITH (KOICHI KNOWS VERY WELL HOW CRUEL THIS IS), THIS EVENT REMAINS THE ONE TIME HE WAS KILLED. FORTUNATELY, KOICHI HAD GARNERED LOTS OF SUPPORT FROM HUMANS FROM VERY EARLY ON. WHO WOULDN'T LOVE OBEDIENT YOUNGSTERS SERVING THEIR ELDERS, SIBLINGS SUPPORTING EACH OTHER AND MOMS AND DADS PASSIONATELY IN LOVE? HE GREW POWERFUL AND HAD PLENTY OF SHINKIS, SHRINES, AND WORSHIPPERS.
NOWADAYS, HE DOES NOT HOLD THE SAME POWER AS BEFORE. MARRIAGE RATES ARE DECLINING, SIBLINGS, PARENTS, AND FAMILIES IN GENERAL ARE GETTING DISTANT AND NO ONE HAS TIME FOR LOVERS. EVERYBODY IS WISHING FOR SUCCESS IN STUDIES AND CAREER, NOT SO MUCH LOVE. KOICHI HAS RELEASED ALL HIS SHINKIS AND SPENDS HIS TIME LAZING AROUND, GLOOMY BECAUSE OF THIS.​

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Name: Seiichi [Div class="Line"][/div] Age: At least 1,000 years old (he stopped keeping track), though physically no older than 20 years old [Div class="Line"][/div] Gender: Male [Div class="Line"][/div] Sexuality: Pansexual [Div class="Line"][/div] God of: Rice, Agriculture, Fertility [Div class="Line"][/div] Affiliations: ? [Div class="Line"][/div]

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 130 lbs

Eyes: Blue (looks green in some light)

Hair: Platinum Blonde

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Spoiler: voice claim

Arvun

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Skills/abilities: -Seiichi can exorcise Ayakashi with the help of his regalia -Like all gods, Seiichi can sever ties between others -Seiichi can, to an extent, protect one's harvest, with proper payment of course. All he has to do is drive whatever phantoms are the cause away after all. That, or simply set up a boundary.

Personality: Seiichi is rather carefree, and doesnt outwardly worry about much of anything. If he were apart of a totem pole, he'd likely be closer to the base compared to other gods of things such as rice, agriculture, or fertility. He doesn't mind much, as long as he can continue to live and grant the wishes of others, then he's rather content. He likes to see humans thrive, but with the growth and relience on technology he's a bit unsure of what it could mean for farming and agriculture as a whole.

Interest/Hobbies: Seiichi is known to wander fields and watch farmers of the countryside work, at a distance anyway. Otherwise, he spends his time playing mobile games or playing with stray cats and dogs in and outside of the city when not doing anything important. Many might find this or Seiichi boring, but he doesn't really care. As long as things are relatively peaceful for him, and he isn't bothering anyone, then why not indulge in simple things such as those?

[Div class="Line"][/div] Bio: Born from a wish to protect the crops of a farmer, Seiichi came to be, and hearing the man's pleas after he spent so much time struggling trying to provide for his family, Seiichi heard his wish and would grant it to the best of his abilities. From then on, and with some time, he grew a small following. At one point, taking in regalia to make his wish granting easier until they felt unsatisfied with their god. Years as his regalia, and things felt stagnant and stale to them, repetitive and eventually stung him. It was a one time offence, so Seiichi simply let it slide. They didn't tell him what was wrong for some time until asking to be released, and after careful thought he did. He wished them luck, and let them be on their way. Sitting on the steps of an old shrine that was in need of cleaning, his only other company was a small kitten he named Nora, something unoriginal and the first thing that came to his mind. She remained his company until she grew old and passed, and even then he still hadn't taken in any regalia. Not yet anyway. [Div class="Line"][/div]

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[Ian Temero]

Shinki
Kokoro
​

"I am myself and no one else."

Name:

"How about... Kokoro. I think it fits me pretty well."​

Regalia Name:
Unnamed

Name In Life:
Yamasuchi Masami

Gender:

"Um, hello! These ladies aren't just for show you know! Well, actually they kinda are, but that's not really the... Hold on a sec! Why the hell are you actually looking at them!? Fucking pervert!"​

Female

Sexuality:

"Getting in other people's pants hasn't exactly been my top priority since I died, so.... I don't know? I guess if I had to choose I might choose chicks? That could just be my siscon talking. Either way, no tail for you. Sorry not sorry."​

Homosexual

​

Age:

"I'm in my late teens I think."​

17


Eye Color:

"You would know this if you weren't so busy staring at my tits. EYES! UP HERE!"​

Emerald-green


Hair Color:

"Aqua-blue with streaks of purple and splashes of red, obviously."​

Black


Weight:

"What the hell? Why the fuck would you ask a girl that?"​

112 lbs


Height:

"Just above average last I checked. Hang on... When did I last check...?"​

5'3"


Outfit:

"Hm? The headphones? Nah, they're just for decoration. Plus they keep my ears hella warm. What was that? Oh! Thanks. I like them too."​

Same as the picture. Underneath the jacket she wears a sleeveless turtleneck.


Bounded God:
Unclaimed

"I am strong and I can prove it."

Skills:
- Knowledge of QCQ (taiho-jutsu)
- Highly acrobatic

Regalia Form:

Spoiler: Once Claimed By a God

Shinki Type:
Multiform (Shadow Element)
When called upon by her god, Kokoro becomes a long, black scarf made of pure darkness, its form always in flux.

Blessed?:
Has the potential

Abilities:
Shadow Form Control
Kokoro and the god that uses her are able to control the size, shape, and density of her regalia form. She can stretch out to several yards and grab things, become hard as iron and block attacks, or become thin as a blade and slice through steel, allowing her to be both a defensive, an offensive, and a utility vessel. Each end of the scarf can be given a separate form with reduced effectiveness, allowing her god to wield two different tools at once (such as a sword and shield). However there are a few limits...

1) Can not become complex mechanisms, like cars or guns.
2) Can not separate pieces from herself. So can not become a projectile weapon.
3) Can not extend more than about ten feet from her god

"I know a lot. Some might say too much."

Personality:

"I'm a perfect angel, I'll have you know. Shit. Couldn't say it with a straight face."
​

At first glance, Kokoro can come across as a sarcastic bitch. She gets angry far too easily and always seems to expect the worst. She is very blunt and seems to have an insult for everyone she meets, though they usually fall under the category of bitch, asshole, idiot, or nerd. Once you get under the surface though, she is a kind hearted person who is always concerned about the safety and well being of others. She can't pass up the opportunity to help others, though she will complain about it the entire time.

To say that she hates the gods would not be too far a stretch. She feels that the gods are not active enough in their hunting of the Ayakashi. If they were, the man she saw last month would not have listened to the phantoms and would not have killed himself. The spirit she tried to save the other day would not have been devoured by the monsters. That her family would not have been attacked, because that man was being influenced by the phantoms.

That's right, I said her family. Kokoro is a bit of an anomaly in that she actually has some memories from when she was alive. Mostly her family but the most important bit, and the strangest, is that she remembers when she died. She is well aware of how weird and dangerous this is so keeps quiet about it, not wanting others to shun her or worse, try to remember themselves.

​

Biography:

"I remember... a few things about my past, more than most spirits should from what I understand, and I'm not eager to learn more. I used to be, but... I've seen first hand what happens when a spirit remembers too much. Let me tell you, it's fucking terrifying. Nothing is worth that. Nothing.

In the end though, it doesn't really matter what my history is. The past is the past. It doesn't affect my now. All that matters is that I died protecting my loved ones, and I'm damn proud of that."
​

How long did she wander? A spirit, unaware that it was no longer alive, following the same routine? Had it been a few days? A few months? She had no idea, but one day it just clicked. She was dead. How? When had it happened? What about Yuko and her mother? Were they safe? What was her name? What kind of a person had she been? She needed to know.

She began searching for her past. Visiting places she remembered, looking for hints of her mother and sister. She came close. She found her mother's workplace. The school her sister was going to. The neighborhood they lived on. But as she walked down the street to the house that she would find her family in, the house where she would find the truth, fate intervened.

She watched as a spirit learned their name and turned into a monster right in front of her. Realizing that she risked the same thing happening to her if she continued, she ran away and stopped digging into her own past. Over the next several weeks she chose the name Kokoro for herself and began to learn about this world she now lived in, the correlation between the phantoms and negative emotions, and the gods. Feeling that the gods were not doing a good enough job hunting the phantoms, Kokoro took it upon herself to protect people from them, attacking small ones that whisper in the ears of the living and drawing off the larger ones that harass other spirits. She even set up a safe house for wandering spirits recently, but how long is it going to last?

Spoiler: "Sealed" Memories

(What she remember is in bold)
Born to a small family in the center of Tokyo, the first half of her life was what you might call perfect. Both her parents, her father Ryota and her mother Masuyo, worked well paying jobs and Masami had everything she could ever have wanted. She had friends, toys, pets, cute clothes, and the best schooling money could buy. When her little sister Yuko was born, it was the best thing that could ever have happened. Rather than seeing the baby as a rival, something that would steal her toys and the already scarce attention of her parents, Masami looked at her and saw a small, defenseless child in need of love. The little girl swore to the gods that she would protect her new little sister. Sadly fate would give her a chance to keep her promise not long after she turned ten.

Her father's business failed and slowly began to fall into bankruptcy. Her mother began working harder and staying at work later while Ryota began coming home drunk every day. One night Yuko accidentally broke a vase and their father began to beat her in a drunken rage. Without thinking, Masami leapt on him, trying to pull him off her little sister. It worked and the man turned on her instead.

Kokoro told her mother that she had gotten in a fight with another kid at school. She could have told her mother what happened. She really could have. The thought had crossed her mind. But Kokoro still loved her father and feared what would happen if she told on him. As weeks went by and the incident repeated itself, she realized that she would need to go to greater measures to protect Yuko. She began swearing around her father, breaking things around the house, actually getting into fights at school, and intentionally failing tests, anything to draw his anger away from Yoko and towards him. This went on for three years before her mother discovered what was happening.

Horrified, Masuyo divorced Ryota and took the girls to the far end of the city. Their quality of life dropped significantly as Masuyo was now a single mom trying to raise a family, but the girls didn't mind. Yuko was safe and Masami no longer had to play the role of the child delinquent. She turned her attention back to academics, started making friends again, and began passing school with flying colors. She graduated high school a year early and began studying criminal law at Kokugakuin University, to prepare for a career in the police force.

During her second semester at college, Masami found the door to her home open and heard screams inside. Rushing in, she found her mother unconscious in the kitchen and her father standing over Yuko, viciously beating her. Ryota had found them. He had become obsessed with Masuyo and blamed the girls for destroying their relationship. And he had come to fix that.

Masami charged him in an attempt to protect her sister and during the struggle Ryota manage to get a hold of a kitchen knife and stabbed it into her gut. Yuko screamed and he turned on her, wrapped his hand around her neck, and began to choke her, fully intending on killing her. In a blind rage, Masami tore the knife out of her stomach and leapt onto her father's back, stabbing the knife into his chest. The knife pierced his heart, killing him nearly instantly. Her mother called the emergency services, but by the time they arrived Masami had already passed away.

- Yamasuchi Yuko (little sister)
- Yamasuchi Masuyo (mother)
- Kurosawa Ryota (father)

Likes:

"Pfft. What is this? A dating questionnaire?"​

- Warm clothes
- Cold days
- Children
- Ice Cream
- Cats


Dislikes:

"Oh boy. You best pull up a seat. This could take a while."​

- Bossy bitches
- Losing
- Phantoms
- Abuse of power
- The gods


Fears:

"Not a damn thing I say here leaves this room, got it!"​

- Spiders
- Being forgotten
- Becoming a phantom

"I live for the sake of others."

Affiliations:
Nora
The spirit who taught her most of what she knows about the afterlife and the gods. He can usually be found living under the Rainbow Bridge.

"Limbo"
A safe place for wandering spirits. At first it was simply an abandoned house that Kokoro had set up base in, but once she started gathering fellow spirits under her roof it started to evolve into a safehouse. She researched shinto protection rituals and put up makeshift barriers around the house, set up holy water traps, and did her best to fix the holes. Currently there are six other spirits living there, with her being the unofficial leader of the group.
- Sako (little girl)
- Osamu (young man)
- Mishi (young woman)
- Natsu (adult man)
- Jun (older man)
- Haru (adult man)

Motivation(s):

"Kicking ass and laying down the sass! That's what keeps me going!"​

Kokoro is motivated primarily by three things. 1) Anger. The more pissed off she gets the harder she works. 2) She is fairly competitive. Give her a challenge and she will have a hard time saying no. 3) Above all else, she is driven by a need to protect others. If she sees or hears someone in need of help, she will rush to their aid, regardless of her own safety.


Aspiration(s):

"Don't tell anyone, but when I was younger I always loved the stories of knights and princesses. But I never wanted to be the princess. No no. I wasn't going no damn damsel in distress. I wanted to be a knight. I was going to be the f***ing hero, fighting evil, protecting the weak, chosen of the gods. Hell, I was probably the only kid in the city who knew exactly what she wanted to be when I grew up. I was going to be a cop.

Even after I grew too old for fairy tales, stopped seeing the world in black and white, and even stopped believing in the gods, my dream to be a cop never changed. Even now that I'm dead, I suppose that hasn't changed. I just want to protect people."​

"One last thing..."

Theme Song:



Dialogue:

"Um... Have you been paying attention at all?"​

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雲 [/div] [/div] [div class=headerBase] [div class=image] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=basics] [div class=basicsInfo] name..............mikumo (三雲)
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real name..............suou hifumi (朱桜 一二三)
[/div] [div class=basicsInfo] age..............23 (at death), 106 (in total)
gender..............male
affiliation..............masuyo, god of wealth
[/div] [/div] personality. Under the influence of his mother, Mikumo as Hifumi was seldom seen with an expression of negativity, the only memorable instances being his mother’s death and the moment during which he faced his own. Earnestly believing in the inherent good of things, Hifumi, in spite of his arrogant nature, was someone whose gentle demeanor towards those whom his goodwill was due did not appear to be capable of being led astray. His increasing cynicism, however, provides a stark contrast from the past.

With his mother’s glorified vision of the world long forgotten, the man reborn as Akitsu—and later Mikumo—instead dwells on a particular bitterness left over from his untimely death. But a man jaded by his distrust in others never wears his heart on his sleeve, nor is he keen on showing his true colors. On the surface, he appears polite while spinning playful words, as if he truly enjoys the company of people. His impassive gaze and vulpine smile, however, draws a clear line between his personal space and others’. In fiction, gods may live forever while the dead cannot face death for a second time. Yet in a world where even lies can end up as lies, nothing can be taken for granted. When he was inadvertently taught this lesson the hard way by Misumi, he chose to remain aloof and unfettered, barely cultivating mere shallow and passing relationships at best. Even towards the most stubborn people, the glare of suspicion hidden under his calm mask is typically enough to keep them at bay. What lies under that gentle facade is nothing but a pit of sarcastic words reserved for those that attempt to pry deep enough.

Likewise, his precarious situation as an ex-shinki without a god suits him just fine. From his past to his present, pride has always been his defining quality. Coupled with his stubbornness and a carefully tempered wit, he comes off as someone who is extremely self-sufficient, and for the most part, he is. Yet due to having quietly spent away several decades secluded in an abandoned, rundown shrine, he is unexpectedly clumsy in regards to affairs concerning the modern world. It isn’t infrequent to see a trace of surprise in his eyes upon encountering things that others may view minor and of little importance, and he may, on occasion, go out of his way to approach someone—given a set distance—in order to satisfy his curiosity.

Regardless, his god was and will only ever be the land god Misumi. His fealty is not cheap—or so he claims. These past decades, were they filled with indignation, or was it fear? [/div] [div class="post" style="margin-bottom: 20px;"] [div class=postWrap] [div class="tile" style="margin: 0 5px;"] [div class=title] 趣
味 [/div] [/div] [div class="headerBase" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding: 7px 0 8px 10px; margin: 0 5px;"] interests. Due to having pursued the study of medicine over his personal interests, Mikumo never developed many hobbies with the exception of calligraphy. Having always admired his mother’s graceful script, the boy would often imitate his mother for his amusement. Though he had to drop this past time during his university years, his afterlife gave him plenty of time to pick it up once again. His natural knack as well as his dedication has resulted in the cultivation of an elegant and individualistic style.

Recently, he's picked up an interest in photography. Though his camera is a discarded model he just happened to come across, as a person who used to only know of bulky cameras that could only produce images in black and white, he certainly has no complaints whatsoever. As a result of the matter of charging the device requiring him to sneak into libraries to leech off of their outlets, he's also gotten back into the habit of leisurely reading books. It's not like loose spirits have much else to do. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class="tile" style="margin: 0 5px;"] [div class=title] 見
え [/div] [/div] [div class="headerBase" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding: 7px 0 8px 10px; margin: 0 5px;"] [div class="basics" style="margin: 8px 3% 10px;"] face claim..............migiwa shizuru
artist..............satoi
voice claim..............ishida akira (natori shuuichi, yunan, etc)
[/div] appearance. Born during the onset of the Taisho Era, Mikumo’s choice in dress clearly deviates from that of the shinki who’ve spent their short-lived lives during modern times. Typically seen sporting traditional wear, the man appears as if he’s two steps in the past, which—granted his situation—isn’t necessarily wrong. That said, when the necessity arises, he isn’t completely opposed to donning a simple sweater or jacket to blend in, but some minor complaints are inevitable. Not only does the restrictive clothing make him feel uncomfortable, but he believes that western clothes emphasize the features derived from what he assumes is the foreign half of his blood.

In fact, a delicate blend between eastern and western genes gives Mikumo a balanced appearance which presents itself as japanese with a foreign touch. Though his mother’s eyes and hair were a deep onyx, his own eyes are a faded gold with an almost silvery sheen, and his hair, a light brown with an auburn touch. To his dismay, his unknown father did not contribute much in the height department, leaving him at a mere 5’9”—just barely missing the cut for the average height of a westerner. Regardless of his shortcomings, his posture falls nothing short of exuding a great deal of dignity. Like a proud fox, his upturned gaze invokes both a sense of craftiness and an arrogant indifference, a quality further accentuated by the gold rimming each iris. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content vesseltab"] [div class=scroll] [div class="post" style="margin-bottom: 20px;"] [div class=postWrap] [div class=tile] [div class=title] 神
器 [/div] [/div] [div class=headerBase] [div class="image" style="background: url('https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/c65l5lvhu76dkmx/texture.05.image.png') repeat, url('https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/t5t9oxklrqd885j/Image.03.jpg') left top no-repeat;"] [/div] [/div] [/div] vessel. Though gentle to lost travelers, the land god Misumi eradicated evil ayakashi with the wild brutality of an autumnal gale. Complimentary to his god’s as well as his own temperaments, Mikumo, as a vessel, took on the form of a deceptively delicate fan decorated with the pattern of maple leaves. The fan’s outermost panels are encased in a gold patterning with two red tassels left to trail off the ends, giving it an ornate appearance, both when folded and unfolded.

Mikumo’s vessel form’s primary purpose was to create gusts of wind. With the surrounding air at the user’s command, anything from a blunt (or soft) force to a sharp cutting edge could be materialized at will. However, despite Misumi's seemingly effortless manner of handling her shinki's abilities, he's been mentioned to be noticeably tricky to handle. The winds are versatile but fickle. Likewise, the ability to call on it is based on a delicate balance between the god and the shinki. Not only must the shinki's consciousness be clear, but the pair's thoughts must also be in harmony, lest the wind become turbulent and uncontrollable or refuse to manifest at all.

In retrospect, Mikumo's vessel form itself is fairly simplistic and adds another dimension to his versatility. While the wind is wild and works best at a set distance, the body of the fan can be used at close range and is quite durable in spite of its delicate appearance. Though deflecting projectiles is its more common use, getting hit with it while folded can easily feel like being assaulted with a steel pipe. [/div] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class="tile" style="margin: 0 5px;"] [div class=title] 技
術 [/div] [/div] [div class="headerBase" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding: 7px 0 8px 10px; margin: 0 5px;"] skills.
[Deciphering Handwriting] Years of dealing with cursive/grass script and Misumi’s impossibly messy handwriting has made Mikumo extremely proficient in successfully deciphering the random squiggles that those with poor penmanship call words. Unfortunately, said handwriting is still highly displeasing to his eyes, making him slowly suffer on the inside as he continues reading. Expect him to burn the note afterwards.

[Deceit] Given that he’s no longer bound to any god, Mikumo’s current philosophy is survival of the fittest. Though he may not necessarily say blatant lies, half-truths and suggestions are his specialty. It is this domain of subtly pushing others towards a particular false conclusion that he finds the most success. After all, people are most convinced by the answers that they come up with themselves. This skill is also useful in playing upon the instincts of ayakashi as well, which is the very tool he had used to elude possession and corruption all those past decades.

[Borderline/Prison] (Shinki only) Like all other shinki, Mikumo is capable of drawing a borderline as a means to protect himself from malicious ayakashi. Naturally, he is capable of forming a prison as well, granted that there are two other shinki alongside him. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content historiatab"] [div class=scroll] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class=tile] [div class=title] 記
憶 [/div] [/div] [div class=headerBase] [div class="image" style="background: url('https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/c65l5lvhu76dkmx/texture.05.image.png') repeat, url('https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/5u8d9fked1usg88/Image.04.jpg') center no-repeat;"] [/div] [/div] [/div] memories pt.I - befall

“...with this name and its alternative, I use my life to make thee a Divine Instrument. The name, Aki. The vessel, Shuu. Come, Shuuki!”

The imprint of his first memory contained the childish face of Misumi. As the girl announced his “name,” he scowled in protest—only to find that he could not recall the name he had been born with. He could not recall any memories of the past, for that matter. All that was left was a sense of emptiness, one that spoke of a bitter memory that he no longer knew of.

He was a deceased spirit. She was a god. Misumi’s blunt words left no room for confusion or speculation. Those facts, he could accept, albeit reluctantly. What he could not, however, was the name that bound him to her will. This god who did as she pleased, he would never be able to place his faith in her.

In spite of his wary gaze, the god was quick to drag him around against his will. “I’ll show you that this world is beautiful,” she had once said, words that tickled a sense of nostalgia in his heart, though he did not know why.

Unexpectedly, the god was sensitive to the desires of her patrons. From those who lost their child in the woods to retrieving lost money pouches, this god of “things lost” fulfilled the requests of any who came to pray at her shrine in the sacred spring. Then, as the forest and village’s land god, she skillfully eradicated any ayakashi that dared to encroach on her territory.

As the years passed, he slowly came to accept the name and purpose she had given him. Whether it was Misumi’s ability to accept anyone and anything or the warmth of the villagers who had their “most precious thing” returned to them, he did not know. What he did was that this was the place he’d hope to call home for a long while, even when society advanced and humanity’s belief in their once cherished land gods began to fade.

Yet Misumi ended up abandoning him in the end.

Releasing his name, the land god of the sacred spring banished him from her forest. Initially shocked and in denial, the former shinki asked for an explanation, only to be given the cold shoulder. It was not until a few years of wandering did he return once again to find that his once beloved god had vanished without a trace. Her birth had been facilitated by the belief of the village people, but with their faith gone, she no longer had a reason to exist. In the end, she had simply not wished to give him the memory of seeing her die.

Nevertheless, the bitterness in his heart did not settle. And so he remained in her shrine until the day it was demolished decades later…

In this world, there are meddlesome people and countless more nosy gods. With his reason to stay at his former home gone, the shinki formerly named Akitsu begrudgingly followed the next wind—that of the god of industry and business and, most importantly, Misumi’s friend.



memories pt.II - severance

His mother, a naive woman who had eloped and entangled herself with a foreign devil before being cast aside. His father, a scum who had left as soon as he had learned of their child’s conception. There was no need to inquire which of the two held Hifumi’s enmity while the other, all his sympathy and love.

“Even so, I want to believe that this world is beautiful,” his mother would whisper into his ear. Foolishly, she sincerely eulogized the world, earnestly believing that good things always followed the bad. Though she had been abandoned by her lover and her health had deteriorated after his birth, she had loved her child regardless of his origins. Raised under her happiness in simplicity, Hifumi grew up following the same doctrine. Even these simple things, however, were quickly snatched away.

Many times, the young boy had spoken of his aspirations to study medicine in order to cure his mother, yet these dreams were cruelly crushed, for death is never patient. Though he had not understood it at the time, his mother had been disowned the moment she had decided to follow his scum father. It had only been through the support of a close friend and her overexertion that she had managed to clothe and feed the two-person household. The Hifumi who was six at the time naturally had been blind to it all.

As if she had bestowed all the blessings that belonged to her onto him, her death left him in the care of his mother’s close friend, a wealthy man who had grown up with his mother as childhood friends. It was there that he had met the man’s son, Kotobuki Seishirou, for the very first time.

Sei, who was older only by a year, took it upon himself to look after the newly orphaned boy. Supposedly, he had felt a kinship with the child, with both having lost their mothers at a young age. Laughing together while seeking out the other to speak of their doubts, they quickly developed a close bond. Where father Kotobuki failed to accompany the two, the pair would amuse and look after each other, as if they were real siblings.

However, the peace was yet again doomed to deteriorate into nothing. Hifumi, in his attempts to reduce the burden on his adoptive family, would always garner the praise of the stoic Kotobuki. Though he had had countless talks with Sei that his father was merely stricter on Sei as his blood-related son, their relationship slowly but surely turned sour. As the pressure on Sei built up, Hifumi became more and more estranged until eventually the two hardly even spoke anymore. Before he even realized it, the older boy began to look at him with contempt, as if he were the person he hated most in this world.

Deep down, Hifumi knew that there was something that Sei knew that he did not. After all, the extent of the damage was not something that a father’s favoritism could invoke. The Hifumi who feared that their relationship would truly become something irreparable, however, chose to ignore the signs. Until he was called out for the first time in years.

Seishirou’s face held a smile, one that acted as though the tension between them had never existed. As if sensing something wrong, Hifumi hesitated. A second later, he boldly stepped forward. To continue to run away meant to acknowledge the estrangement between them. Yet his sincerity was never expressed in the end. Instead, his words were cut short by a sharp pain in his abdomen.

Blood fell like the autumn leaves under their feet. Slowly, he brought his gaze downwards and trembled, not out of the realization that he had just been stabbed, but rather because of the person who had done it.

He had once trusted this man like no one else. The person whom he had once seen as an older brother, however, wore an ugly expression as he mercilessly spewed words dripping with hatred. There, he finally learned of the story he had never known. What Sei had once referred to as kinship had eventually become his greatest grievance. Unknowingly, the man’s mother had not died of natural causes but had taken her own life...all due to the paranoia that her normally cold husband who cared so much about Hifumi’s mother, his ex-fiance, had loved that woman more than his own lawful wife.

In the end, nothing in this world was ever right. Even so, he briefly wondered that if he could be given a second chance, would something have changed?

But with a cruel twist of Sei’s wrist, the cold steel severed their ties once and for all. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content notestab"] [div class=scroll] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class=tile] [div class=title] 注
釈 [/div] [/div] [div class=headerBase] [div class="image" style="background: url('https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/c65l5lvhu76dkmx/texture.05.image.png') repeat, url('https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/nrcpio9p0fsgdfo/Image.05.jpg') right top no-repeat;"] [/div] [/div] [/div] extras.

[1] He was born on March 1, 1913.

[2] Suou Hifumi is written as 朱桜 一二三 while Akitsu and Shuuki are written as 秋津 and 秋器, respectively. Mikumo is written as 三雲 while the vessel name using the same character, if he had one, would be 雲器 (Unki). Misumi is 水澄.

[3] His tastes are often noted to be odd due to his obsession with ochazuke, fondness of natto, and tendency to carry around weird-tasting pear candy. He dislikes oily foods to the point where just the scent is enough to make him nauseous.

[4] Is much more of a tea person. The last time someone handed him coffee, they served it to him black, prompting him to liken the experience to drinking a cup of boiled mud water.

[5] He hasn't realized that memory cards are a thing and hence does not know that the number of photos he can take is technically limited. However, he doesn't bother to record videos (not that he knows how to), meaning that he won't run out of space for a while.

[6] Due to his former god's laziness, Mikumo used to be in charge of the shrine's finances and recording prayers/requests in the shrine's logbooks among other tasks.

[7] In spite of being born to an age prolific in distinguished writers and poets, Mikumo’s calligraphy is phenomenally elegant while his taste in poems is inversely horrendous. His photography, on the other hand, is quite good for an amateur, making it a mystery as to why his artistic sense suddenly tanks in the face of poetry. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[Pyosimros]

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MASUYO

goddess of wealth and business

MASUYO

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  Basic Information

  Name

  Masuyo

  
  

  Age

  174

  
  

  Height

  5'11"

  Gender

  Female

  
  

  Sexuality

  Heterosexual

  
  

  Weight

  143lbs

  
  
  

  Appearance Description

  Masuyo appears as a woman with a slender frame in her late teens to early twenties. Standing at a height of 5'11", she stands slightly taller than most individuals — a height difference she tends to further accentuate through posturing. Her long, black hair is typically kept with long bangs that part on one side, with the sides braided before being tucked into a bow placed on the back of her head. Her eyes are lime coloured though, strangely enough if exposed to specific light conditions, her eyes turn into a faded turquoise.
  
  Her casual attire typically matches the formal wear of the current era with...some liberties. Masuyo prefers whites contrasted with sharp blacks, however she further highlights her collar-area with bright blues or reds — one or the other depending on her mood. Her general attire and appearance is kept extremely clean, a quality Masuyo takes meticulous care over. Her rather professional and elegant appearance is often complimented by her general demeanour. Masuyo often wears narrowed eyes alongside a persistent stern look, as if she's constantly judging those around her.
  
  
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  General Description

  Masuyo is easily identified by her stern attitude. She can be a cold and unwelcoming individual, tolerating only those that either do what she says, or those who send her wishes. Her speech is often punctual and formal, almost as if every word she speaks is being carefully examined by a crowd. Alongside a rather curt and short way of speaking, Masuyo tends to make herself out to be an unlikeable individual. Though, much to the contrary to her words and attitude, there are times where she shows both vulnerability and empathy through actions rather than her words.
  
  Described as a "hard ass" to most individuals she meets, Masuyo tends to be an extremely meticulous and fussy person, unwilling to make any compromises until she gets her way. She additionally would set rather high standards for her shinki, and in tandem to the rest of her attitude, Masuyo has a tendency of scolding her shinki on the smallest imperfections. These obsessions over perfection and her stubborn resolve could both be rooted in an inner insecurity of being eventually forgotten. Her eventual irrelevance is a subject Masuyo doesn't take lightly, and her drive to fight against it is her main motivation for her actions.
  
  Her punctual nature and inability to ever simply take a break would likely never subside — they will carry with her for a long as she's living. However, there are times when small cracks begin to show, particularly to the few Masuyo genuinely cares about. To a select few individuals Masuyo turns more motherly than bossy. She would softly chide the individual rather than giving them harsh criticisms. In this state, Masuyo seems more thoughtful and subdued rather than combative, allowing herself to take a deep breath and examine the world around her. In reality, she could be thought of as an individual that worries for her survival far too much, which results in her lashing out at others while she attempts to extend her time in this world.
  
  

  Interests

  Born near the beginning of Japan's industrialization, most of Masuyo's interests stemmed from the slow but noticeable changes to both living conditions and society. She took a keen interest in machinery in particular and the eventual automation or ease of some tasks that would've originally constituted as hard labour. Her interest in machinery and what came from industrialization soon turned into an interest in technology near the late 1900s. Masuyo would become infatuated with whatever new gadgets came onto the market, or whatever innovations were being made on a weekly basis. This caused her to actively seek magazines and — during the advent of the internet — she began to search the web for whatever tech related news came up.
  
  Tech news isn't the only branch of news Masuyo took in interest, however. After the internet she began a slow obsession over news in general. Whether it be world news or simple celebrity gossip, she had a want to understand the going-ons of the world around her. This had eventually fed into an enthusiasm over fashion as well, making sure to keep up with the latest trends in outfits with...her own personal liberties.
  
  All these interests, however, are closely kept under lock and key. Whenever an outside individual begins to know her interests, Masuyo stubbornly and adamantly denies them. These interests are one of the things she peace in engaging in alone, something Masuyo wouldn't allow anyone to infiltrate.
  
  
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  Biography

  In a Japan that was beginning to show slow change and industrialization, there was a young man with ambition. He wanted to be a contributor to the change, and he wanted to strive off it. However, the man was a man with little prospects as well. With no education and a poor family background, both these factors made him lose hope. Eventually, in a last ditch effort he decided to make a wish. It was to no one in particular, and he wished for wealth and his business prospects to flourish. Though, much to his surprise, Masuyo was born.
  
  Masuyo was originally a curious and cheerful goddess, wanting to learn more of this world around her and the individual that had wished him into existence. While in her first few years, she was rather inexperienced in granting wishes and the success rate of her fulfillments could be proof of that. Though, she kept working diligently — especially for the man that had wished for her. She grew close to him and they began a mutually beneficial relationship: she would do her best to give blessings towards his business, and in return he would spread word of her existence. In the first few decades the dynamic worked excellently, Masuyo helped the man amass a large enough fortune to purchase textile machines, while he continued to advertise her wish-granting services. Eventually, the man built her first and present main shrine in 1867 — Masuyo's new home. These few decades were years Masuyo looked with fond eyes. She had a close friend and beneficiary helping her grow, and she enjoyed the countless followers visiting her shrine. Though as time passed, the world around her began to age and decay.
  
  Near the end of the 1800s, the man grew feeble and weak. The sparkle in his eyes decades before faded away as he laid bedridden for the last year of his life. Masuyo's demeanour changed from happy to melancholic. She knew the concept of death, and she knew the man would eventually pass away, though in the past it was a simple, "we'll cross that bridge when we get there". Though during the man's last few days, Masuyo grew introspective. She saw her seemingly unaging self, and in front of her laid the man who had originally wished for her on his deathbed. Masuyo grew bitter afterwards, beginning to both dread her long lifespan and her eventual mortality.
  
  A few days following the man's death, she began to close herself emotionally. Masuyo grew distant from those around her while she began to adopt new attitudes that persistent to the modern day. She took solace in hikes through the mountainous regions of Japan, attempting to escape from her inner thoughts. Though these thoughts still prevented her from wanting to fulfill wishes, even if she knew she would eventually fall into obscurity. Time began to take Masuyo's memory as well, and eventually she forgot the man's name, only remembering his actions. Near the 80s, however, she met a fellow goddess named Misumi.
  
  The girl was presumably younger than she was, except she seemed to cope with the problems far better. While initially pushing her away, Masuyo eventually grew to befriend the girl. The two began to talk frequently and Masuyo began to find the motivation to continue forward once more — granting wishes again. She let Misumi into her heart, but given a few decades more, she disappeared too.
  
  In the mid-1900s Masuyo visited Misumi's shrine, but unlike every other day, she wasn't there. Assuming nothing of it, she left and returned the following day — only to be met by no one once more. She then visited again the day following that, until a week passed, and then a month. Masuyo eventually knew what happened but in a twisted sort of way, she didn't mind as much. However, she still visited Misumi's shrine on a monthly visit to simply pay respects. On these visits though, she kept seeing a certain person near the shrine. He always was there, as if he was waiting for Misumi to return. It was only when the shrine was demolished, when Masuyo approached him.
  
  Recognizing him as one of Misumi's shinki, Masuyo suggested that he should come with her. After some discussion he agreed, and Masuyo's business continued as usual.
  
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  Goddess Information

  Goddess of

  Wealth and business
  
  

  Affiliation

  Mikumo
  
  

  Abilities

  Money is Power - With each donation to her many shrines, Masuyo and her shinki's strength grows larger. While each individual donation is an extremely incremental and insignificant change, the donations tend to stack up into a reasonable level of power. Therefore, Masuyo also has a low base strength compared to other gods, with her only making the difference through her wealth.
  
  Refusal of Service/Prosperity - Masuyo can either bless or curse a business' future prospects in regards to wealth. Whether it be a curse or a blessing however, she can only make a blessing towards the end-result, and whatever happens to take the business to its curse or blessing is none of her concern.

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Name - Masuyo
Gender - Female
Age - 174
Sexuality - Heterosexual
Height - 5'11"
Weight - 143 lbs
Goddess of - Wealth and business
Affiliation - Mikumo

Appearance Description
Masuyo appears as a woman with a slender frame in her late teens to early twenties. Standing at a height of 5'11", she stands slightly taller than most individuals — a height difference she tends to further accentuate through posturing. Her long, black hair is typically kept with long bangs that part on one side, with the sides braided before being tucked into a bow placed on the back of her head. Her eyes are lime coloured though, strangely enough if exposed to specific light conditions, her eyes turn into a faded turquoise.

Her casual attire typically matches the formal wear of the current era with...some liberties. Masuyo prefers whites contrasted with sharp blacks, however she further highlights her collar-area with bright blues or reds — one or the other depending on her mood. Her general attire and appearance is kept extremely clean, a quality Masuyo takes meticulous care over. Her rather professional and elegant appearance is often complimented by her general demeanour. Masuyo often wears narrowed eyes alongside a persistent stern look, as if she's constantly judging those around her.

Personality
Masuyo is easily identified by her stern attitude. She can be a cold and unwelcoming individual, tolerating only those that either do what she says, or those who send her wishes. Her speech is often punctual and formal, almost as if every word she speaks is being carefully examined by a crowd. Alongside a rather curt and short way of speaking, Masuyo tends to make herself out to be an unlikeable individual. Though, much to the contrary to her words and attitude, there are times where she shows both vulnerability and empathy through actions rather than her words.

Described as a "hard ass" to most individuals she meets, Masuyo tends to be an extremely meticulous and fussy person, unwilling to make any compromises until she gets her way. She additionally would set rather high standards for her shinki, and in tandem to the rest of her attitude, Masuyo has a tendency of scolding her shinki on the smallest imperfections. These obsessions over perfection and her stubborn resolve could both be rooted in an inner insecurity of being eventually forgotten. Her eventual irrelevance is a subject Masuyo doesn't take lightly, and her drive to fight against it is her main motivation for her actions.

Her punctual nature and inability to ever simply take a break would likely never subside — they will carry with her for a long as she's living. However, there are times when small cracks begin to show, particularly to the few Masuyo genuinely cares about. To a select few individuals Masuyo turns more motherly than bossy. She would softly chide the individual rather than giving them harsh criticisms. In this state, Masuyo seems more thoughtful and subdued rather than combative, allowing herself to take a deep breath and examine the world around her. In reality, she could be thought of as an individual that worries for her survival far too much, which results in her lashing out at others while she attempts to extend her time in this world.

Interests
Born near the beginning of Japan's industrialization, most of Masuyo's interests stemmed from the slow but noticeable changes to both living conditions and society. She took a keen interest in machinery in particular and the eventual automation or ease of some tasks that would've originally constituted as hard labour. Her interest in machinery and what came from industrialization soon turned into an interest in technology near the late 1900s. Masuyo would become infatuated with whatever new gadgets came onto the market, or whatever innovations were being made on a weekly basis. This caused her to actively seek magazines and — during the advent of the internet — she began to search the web for whatever tech related news came up.

Tech news isn't the only branch of news Masuyo took in interest, however. After the internet she began a slow obsession over news in general. Whether it be world news or simple celebrity gossip, she had a want to understand the going-ons of the world around her. This had eventually fed into an enthusiasm over fashion as well, making sure to keep up with the latest trends in outfits with...her own personal liberties.

All these interests, however, are closely kept under lock and key. Whenever an outside individual begins to know her interests, Masuyo stubbornly and adamantly denies them. These interests are one of the things she peace in engaging in alone, something Masuyo wouldn't allow anyone to infiltrate.

Biography
In a Japan that was beginning to show slow change and industrialization, there was a young man with ambition. He wanted to be a contributor to the change, and he wanted to strive off it. However, the man was a man with little prospects as well. With no education and a poor family background, both these factors made him lose hope. Eventually, in a last ditch effort he decided to make a wish. It was to no one in particular, and he wished for wealth and his business prospects to flourish. Though, much to his surprise, Masuyo was born.

Masuyo was originally a curious and cheerful goddess, wanting to learn more of this world around her and the individual that had wished him into existence. While in her first few years, she was rather inexperienced in granting wishes and the success rate of her fulfillments could be proof of that. Though, she kept working diligently — especially for the man that had wished for her. She grew close to him and they began a mutually beneficial relationship: she would do her best to give blessings towards his business, and in return he would spread word of her existence. In the first few decades the dynamic worked excellently, Masuyo helped the man amass a large enough fortune to purchase textile machines, while he continued to advertise her wish-granting services. Eventually, the man built her first and present main shrine in 1867 — Masuyo's new home. These few decades were years Masuyo looked with fond eyes. She had a close friend and beneficiary helping her grow, and she enjoyed the countless followers visiting her shrine. Though as time passed, the world around her began to age and decay.

Near the end of the 1800s, the man grew feeble and weak. The sparkle in his eyes decades before faded away as he laid bedridden for the last year of his life. Masuyo's demeanour changed from happy to melancholic. She knew the concept of death, and she knew the man would eventually pass away, though in the past it was a simple, "we'll cross that bridge when we get there". Though during the man's last few days, Masuyo grew introspective. She saw her seemingly unaging self, and in front of her laid the man who had originally wished for her on his deathbed. Masuyo grew bitter afterwards, beginning to both dread her long lifespan and her eventual mortality.

A few days following the man's death, she began to close herself emotionally. Masuyo grew distant from those around her while she began to adopt new attitudes that persistent to the modern day. She took solace in hikes through the mountainous regions of Japan, attempting to escape from her inner thoughts. Though these thoughts still prevented her from wanting to fulfill wishes, even if she knew she would eventually fall into obscurity. Time began to take Masuyo's memory as well, and eventually she forgot the man's name, only remembering his actions. Near the 80s, however, she met a fellow goddess named Misumi.

The girl was presumably younger than she was, except she seemed to cope with the problems far better. While initially pushing her away, Masuyo eventually grew to befriend the girl. The two began to talk frequently and Masuyo began to find the motivation to continue forward once more — granting wishes again. She let Misumi into her heart, but given a few decades more, she disappeared too.

In the mid-1900s Masuyo visited Misumi's shrine, but unlike every other day, she wasn't there. Assuming nothing of it, she left and returned the following day — only to be met by no one once more. She then visited again the day following that, until a week passed, and then a month. Masuyo eventually knew what happened but in a twisted sort of way, she didn't mind as much. However, she still visited Misumi's shrine on a monthly visit to simply pay respects. On these visits though, she kept seeing a certain person near the shrine. He always was there, as if he was waiting for Misumi to return. It was only when the shrine was demolished, when Masuyo approached him.

Recognizing him as one of Misumi's shinki, Masuyo suggested that he should come with her. After some discussion he agreed, and Masuyo's business continued as usual.

Abilities
Money is Power - With each donation to her many shrines, Masuyo and her shinki's strength grows larger. While each individual donation is an extremely incremental and insignificant change, the donations tend to stack up into a reasonable level of power. Therefore, Masuyo also has a low base strength compared to other gods, with her only making the difference through her wealth.

Refusal of Service/Prosperity - Masuyo can either bless or curse a business' future prospects in regards to wealth. Whether it be a curse or a blessing however, she can only make a blessing towards the end-result, and whatever happens to take the business to its curse or blessing is none of her concern.