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Alright guys, here's the CS page. Before you must have your character approved by me or a future co-gm (if we end up having one). Please follow all RPN Rules. Also do not godmod/take control of other people's characters. Gory content is okay given the setting and what does end up happening in the anime/manga, but I'll message you if it is overdone. Anyways can't see what you all come up with.


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    Ryuu Akagawa
    Age    : 19
    Gender: Male
    Nichirin Weapon : Shimatsuken (Dual Katanas)
    Nichirin Weapon Color: Dark Purple
    Breath Style: Breath of Dragon

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    Appearance
    Height: 5'10
    Body Type: Well Built
    Hair Color: Purple
    Eye Color: Orange - Yellow

    Likes: Ryuu enjoys going to the mountains and training by himself. In fact, he spends most of his time there so he can improve and master his breath techniques. When not training, he likes to relax outside by taking a nap under the sun. Ryuu also enjoys wandering around and teasing others hoping to get a laugh out of them. He has no bad intentions however and does this purely for fun.

    Dislikes: Ryuu hates demons as should every Demon Slayer. He harbors a strong dislike to them and will not hesitate to kill any demon he sees. He also dislikes serious people. He thinks they should lighten up a bit and have fun.

    Family: Ryuu's mother was a kind and gentle woman. She would shower Ryuu with lots of praise when he was young. She supported his life path as a demon slayer and would pray for his safety and success everyday. Ryuu's mother could be considered a saint as she would always put others before herself. Ryuu would do anything for her mom as long as it made her happy. Shortly Her after Ryuu climbed up the ranks and became a pillar, his mother was murdered by a demon and Ryuu has had an immense hatred for demons ever since.

    Ryuu's father was too, a well known former pillar. He was known as The Dragon Pillar and faithfully upheld is position as a demon slayer pillar. He retired however after marrying Ryuu's mother so he could stay by her side and with their child, Ryuu. Ryuu's father was the person that trained him and made him the person he is now. Ryuu greatly respects his father and admired him his whole life. The reason he became a demon slayer and trained his whole life to become a pillar was to follow in his fathers footsteps and make him proud. However, after his mothers death, Ryuu's father became depressed and changed. He was no longer the admirable person that Ryuu looked up to but instead was a dishonorable person who couldn't move on from his wife's death.
 
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NAME: Komakai Yasuda / 細易
AGE: 18
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 165 cm
WEIGHT: 52 kg
BLOOD TYPE: B+
BIRTHPLACE: Shikoku

APPEARANCE:​
A somewhat stout teenager who often hides his gaunt complexion behind his neck length, jet black hair—splotched with white patches, that's straightened and sharply cut as to make a flared impact against his silhouette. His eyes are almost always mellowed and tired, searching and ceaseless despite their slow appearance, held above a nose that would be round and full if it didn't already look so wrinkled and dry. His mouth is a thin dash that punctuates the end of his face, with lips painted a perfect paisley pink.
The haori he wears over his uniform is a light, baggy fabric, shibori-dyed indigo in the pattern of an Albatross's wings with the sleeves ending in black cuffs around his wrists. His arms are usually relaxed, seeming to flow and sway as if he's lost the ability to move them. Each of his fingernails are painted the same paisley pink as his lips and his right hand never seems to leave the smooth hilt of his scimitar, wrapped in tanned leather. While he simply wears the uniform bottoms, military-esque boots are strapped tight around his feet, the color of the polished night with hard steel tips in the soles.

COMMONLY CARRIED ITEMS:
  • A small sealed bottle holding a wisteria flower
  • A makeshift quill pen
  • A moderately sized glass flask full of a murky, tar-colored dye
BIOGRAPHY:​
There was a time when Komakai Yasuda was beautiful. Born to a house of wealthy merchants and traders, in a land where the only demons were found in the pages of books. Komakai seemed to take on every honorable trait of the family he was raised into, becoming exactly everything his family of parents, servants, and traveling siblings wanted him to be. "Gifted as a speaker!" They would admit, for every time he spoke it was the voice of a diplomat that left his lips, unable to be refused; "Exceptional as a learner!" They would exclaim, as his instructors praised how he picked up the trade of trade in every aspect, much unlike his older siblings; "His Father's strength!" They would cheer, as he assisted in deliveries of fine silk and porcelain without complaint. For those richest of moments, he was able to live according to his family's rules, a success in every way according to their standards. He would work to please them until he could no longer, and there was always a time when Komakai could work no longer.
It might've been once every week when he'd fall ill. At times it'd seem as if it was once every day. Komakai's heartbeat would slow to a stop and the rest of his body would go with him. Even if it was only for moments at a time, they were fatiguing, dire moments every single time they came. When he would faint, his parents would curse the heavens, and his servants would seem to have their hearts stopped with him in their worry. Without fail, he'd recover, even grow stronger at points, but those moments would only grow in their frequency as he grew. "Please, lighten your load." They would ask, holding a terror in their eyes that he'd never seen before; "Please, don't stay up so late." They would implore, embracing him with grief he'd never felt near their hearts; "Won't you please stay inside?" They would plead, standing in front of his door as stronger gates than an imperious prison. Komakai's time away from the wares of the house and the servants he befriended only meant more time alone for him, something he didn't quite mind. There were always more maps to examine, always more shamisen to play, and he'd never looked at the family records with a close enough eye, had he? In all his years there, he never bothered to even ask where his siblings were exactly. Those members of his family he'd surpassed so quickly and been put above so easily.
Ken Yasuda, missing; Iori Yasuda, missing; Tetsu Yasuda, missing; The list seemed to go on for five, six, seven more names. Names he'd never heard used, names that caused his mother's face to contort into despair when he asked of them, names he was now forbidden to ever use again. Komakai couldn't have fathomed what they were grieving, so he just kept on reading. He found his siblings all right, his blood relatives to the core, each just like him in so many different ways. Each sharing the same tragic sickness, a few dying to it before even reaching Komakai's age. The details of each one chilled him as much as it cheered him. Reading about these siblings was so much better than the solemn stare of the servants that aided him, the confusion of the doctors that surrounded him, and the sorrowful arguments of the parents that had spoiled him so. This was the only way he could ever know his siblings, but it kept reminding him of the chilling fact that he was living in a house that had yet to save a single child. Once he knew that, the beauty of his world seemed to slowly fade away.
It was the month his hair began to turn white. When people of a militant sort came through the thicket of wisteria trees to House Yasuda, each bearing news his parents never took any better each time they heard it. They bore the characters of "Demon Slayer" on their backs. All of a sudden, the forbidden names of his siblings were being spoken once again, except they weren't missing—they were killed. One, in particular, had to be slain, so to speak. The members of the Demon Slayer Corp. spoke calmly and with empathy, but spoke of things that his parents just couldn't believe. With the memory of his siblings and his family fresh on his mind from the records, Komakai could be said to understand what they were talking about the best. He remembered why their estate had been surrounded by wisteria trees and knew better than his mother that this was a sorrowful point, not a reason for anger. The people taken away from them were just like him, but unripe in some way, unable to grow up as Komakai did and he wanted to let her know of these things. She might've been able to listen as well if the news had never come to her through people in uniform with swords. Now Komakai was forbidden to leave, only permitted to rot from his sickness in his room. He would fall unconscious several times but left undisturbed otherwise. His mother would care less about hearing what he had to say, despite the effort it took him to compose every word. He was left to hear the whispers of the servants around him, unable to move any kind of protest when he heard he was to die in the coming months.
The fear made him shiver and shrivel, withering him far worse than the sickness ever could, before the evening one final, fateful day. Komakai was given a small flask to drink before the night's end, and once uncorked, it had the plain, horrid odor of a poison posing as a medicine. They knew he learned the fine line between those things long ago, they taught him the difference! But with some wretched laissez-faire, they left him to kill himself, as if he already would've known what was coming. That night, Komakai was willing to break and twist every part of himself to get away from this house. Scrambling together his clothes and an atlas, he fled from the backdoor, dumping out the poison into the grass outside and finding whatever wisteria flowers he could stuff into the flask before hobbling off into the night.
If he was meant to die that night, leaving House Yasuda hadn't changed much. Komakai was never the sort of person to be able to survive much anywhere that wasn't indoors and his chances weren't improving while he was lugging around an atlas the size of a headstone. For weeks he lived as a lost soul— the body he possessed was ghastly enough to say so, doing naught but wander the forest, find river water, go hungry, and fear that whatever had gone after his siblings so long ago would soon come after him. The day he found himself reaching the coastline, he fainted from all the things that had exhausted him by then. It was that same day that he encountered what he could only describe as a divine twist of fate.
Komakai had awoken in someone else's bed, staring at someone else's ceiling, and faced by a certain sun-tanned someone feeding him broth. He couldn't remember anything feeling better than this in his life. The man who had rescued him was a doctor, one from land outside of Japan who'd managed to pull him back from the edge of death. His name was Rashmi, and he was dead set on giving Komakai's life a complete 180. They both shared a belief, from the very first time they spoke, that something beyond either of them tied their paths. To get what they wanted, they would have to work together. Their goals were each twofold; Komakai had rekindled his will to survive, and the desire he had to avoid his sibling's fate; Dr. Rashmi wished to understand Koroshi's disease, and replace the successor to his sword skill that he'd lost in his travels.
For three years they lived to reach each of those dreams. Dr. Rashmi nursed Komakai back to health, trying to rehabilitate his body to train under his wing; Komakai recounted every part of his life to the doctor, each time more invigorated and emotional in what words he had the strength to speak. In no time at all, they realized that there was only one path that would give them what they wanted; training Komakai to become a Demon Slayer. It was an uphill battle they were determined to fight together. While Dr. Rashmi developed new methods to strengthen Komakai's body and educate him on what he knew of demons before he'd left Japan, Komakai hung on every word, religiously devoting himself to every new step Dr. Rashmi told him to take. "It's was the only way to survive!" He would think, struggling to stay conscious for the doctor's therapies; "Without him, I'd be scattered dust…" He'd remind himself, forcing whatever medicine he could. In that half-year, the doctor had done nothing for his looks, nothing for how frail he still seemed beyond the dye he put in his hair and the way he painted his lips and nails, but Komakai had grown something else; an exceptional sense of balance. Before, his sickness would cause him to keep over without fail, but now he could force himself to even fall unconscious standing up. That's when Dr. Rashmi knew he was ready. For the rest of those three years, he was rigorously trained, run through his paces, forced to climb and crawl and leap, all the things certain to destroy him if not kept on the strictest of regimens. He was taught to breathe so passively and quietly that he could make the Earth's breath his own and make the wind his infallible lungs. Komakai was taught to balance on the brink of life and death, his stony spirit becoming a counterweight to the frail feather his body had become.
That balance became the tool he used to survive every day of training and master every form he was taught. What he and Dr. Rashmi achieved was enough for them to each be confident in his ability to face even demons. That last winter they spent together, Komakai was given the ill-fitting, Demon Slayer uniform that Rashmi's pupil once wore, stitches mending the wounds he once suffered. As far as they were concerned, they had cheated death together, and Komakai was fit to wear that uniform even if he died in it. Those were the last words Dr. Rashmi gave him before he was sent off to his final test.

A boy destined to die at 15, coming of age at Final Selection.​

RELATIONSHIPS:
The Foreign Doctor, Rashmi - After he fled House Yasuda, Dr. Rashmi was the only kind of family Komakai could find. For him, there was truly no one better than the man who saved his life, especially when trying to find someone to call family. Though the doctor treated him as a pupil, a patient, and a partner in his research, Komakai would forever see him as the saint who saved his life and gave him the ability to make it a life worth living. Acting as Dr. Rashmi's successor aligned with just about everything he wanted to do, including trying to find a better way for humanity than demonhood.

The Servant, Toriko Maeda - Komakai's best servant from House Yasuda, crossing the boundary of servant and master several times to act as a friend and point of comfort during his sickest moments. His advice, no matter how often Komakai hated it, was always given from a point of care, and he always seemed fit enough to assist Komakai in things he could barely rise to perform himself. That's how Komakai first got his unsettling feelings about his last drink at House Yasuda; it was the first time his expression ever fit that of his namesake- a prisoner.

A Mother; A Killer, Reimi Yasuda - Even in the happiest of times, Reimi held a small piece of sorrow that could never go unnoticed. She was constantly the contrast between her jovial and often slightly greedy husband, able to keep everything about her life in check. Everything other than her very own children. Komakai always loved spending time with her when he was active and able, but every time he was bedridden it was as if it would kill her to look at him. Maybe there was some kindness she was trying to communicate in sending poison to the room of her only remaining son, that is if the only kindness she could see fit to give to someone like Komakai was death. Fortunately, it was the one kindness Komakai had the strength to wholeheartedly refuse.

PERSONALITY:​
A pious young gentleman stripped of all the flexibility of youth. He's trained his mind to only adapt within his limits, unable to waver or grow out of the teachings that others impose onto him. But, just because he's rigid and stubborn in practice doesn't mean he doesn't put his thinking muscles to use; Komakai often enjoys quieter, more logically taxing activities whenever given free time. Questioning the status quo is something he reserves for the spoken and written word alone, seemingly unable to put radical plans into action without any intense hesitance or fear.
All of this creates quite a frustrating combination-he's someone who doesn't practice what he preaches unless it's preached to him by someone else. Especially frustrating to some people since he uses the words and teachings from several beliefs to voice his opinions without adhering to any one system. His general faith is ingrained into everything he does due to his belief that he's living on borrowed time and how training to become a Demon Slayer has made his life something livable in the first place.
It's because of that training that he holds a belief he's willing to uphold, the one goal he's made his mind up to strive for; to find a way to dissuade others from becoming Demons so they can find the power within their humanity instead of brazenly throwing it away. That thought shapes everything about how he sees Demons, viewing them only as maldeveloped children who'd never been given the chance to grow and threw whatever chance they could've had away. Komakai wishes to find a way to free people from whatever immature mindset that leads them to that mistake.
LIKES/DISLIKES:

  • - Idle Moments
  • - Small Spaces
  • - Braggarts
  • + Shamisen Playing
  • + Gardening
  • + Tactical Planning

IDEALS/FEARS:

  • - “Will a single misstep outside of battle end my life?”
  • - “Is strength the only difference between demons and humans?”
  • - “I can’t face returning to my family.”
  • + “A life maintained is an unforgettable beauty.”
  • + "Humanity can surpass demonkind in every way."
  • + "Beauty is best expressed in action."
RANK: Demon Slayer Candidate
Nichirin Weapon: ​
Nichirin Scimitar - A curved foreign blade requested by Komekai for its feather-like shape which suits his combat style excellently. When he first held it, it changed to a pale gray color accented with a pattern of auburn stripes, almost like rust. Whether wielded with a reversed grip or forward-facing, Komakai can dish out heavy cuts and freely-flowing forms without issue.
Its light metal and shifted weight in its construction lends itself to the changing angles and sweeping slashes that he uses. This quality also makes it especially useful against more heavy-set or thick-skinned opponents. Because of this, it also lacks a weakness of the katana, able to take horizontal hammering with ease. The edge, however, while still sharp is vulnerable to chipping if handled incorrectly.
The weapon also proves itself quite a niche item in the Demon Slayer Corp. in other ways. Not only is it quite hard on the wrist, but it also doesn’t easily fit itself into the uses of other, more prudent styles since taking several precise blows isn’t kind to the edge of this blade. The biggest limitation out of all of these is the rarity of swordsmiths able to construct it. It takes a certain swordsmith to make a Nichirin weapon, but it takes a swordsmith from a certain few places to make a scimitar. Komakai has to be careful and stick to his techniques without fail to wield this blade, it’s likely the only one he’ll get.
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Breathing Style: Breath of the Feather​
A breathing technique adapted from the Breath of the Wind to better suit Komakai’s sickly constitution. Because of its light, yet consistent pattern, it could feasibly be used by anyone with a breathing problem but prove exceptionally difficult for anyone used to breathing in the normal styles.
This is a technique that’s very restrictive in its use of oxygen, but for good reason. On top of being great for surviving under pressure or in places with thin air, its main strength is the ability users have to quickly shift and change the force they use in their bodies. They’re able to sway and change direction according to the flow of battle, just like feathers fluttering in the wind. Learning the style involves becoming fully relaxed and flexible in both body and mind with the trainees effectively becoming gymnasts before they can become swordsmen.
A signature test of this style is being able to survive a ragdoll freefall down a mountain without tensing up or trying to stop the fall, shifting position to master landing with momentum instead of slowing themselves down. This is because keeping said momentum is essential to using the forms of the style without dying. Almost all of the Feather Breathing forms involve putting the swordsmen directly into harm’s way to use the opponent’s force against them, further strengthened by the swordsman’s power. The name of the game for any Feather Breathing user is surviving until the perfect time to strike, ending the fight in one or two powerful blows. This means while Feather Breathing users excel in a prolonged conflict, they’ll fall apart if driven to strike excessively. Adapting to a mostly defensive style in a hectic life or death situation isn’t for the faint of heart.
Anyone bearing witness to this style will see three things in the Demon Slayer using it, a courageous soul, a mind of steel, and a body as light as a feather.

FORMS:
1st Form; Falling Flat - From a heightened position, whether from jumping into the air or being launched by the brunt of a powerful attack, the user executes a controlled fall to harness gravity for the strike’s power. It appears as a gentle, yet inescapable force, like a feather’s fall to the earth. Almost impossible to perform in an enclosed space without the user’s full focus.

2nd Form; Swaying Sparrow - The user takes advantage of a blocked attack by shifting their body and swinging their body edgewise to complete the strike with their remaining strength or otherwise remove the blade by cutting deeper into the opponent. It appears as a Sparrow’s swinging style of flight, the blade acting as the wing that carries the swordsman on the wind.

3rd Form; Hovering Seagull - Something wholly uncommon is achieved with this form; a long-distance sword strike, named for how the sword and its wielder seem to hover together with the speed and precision of a Seagull’s dive. The user throws their sword, flinging themselves with it at a slightly changed trajectory so that they can use the change in momentum to complete the cut and retrieve their blade.

4th Form; Spiralling Eagle - The user begins swaying movements from the ground that can easily be tied into a defensive maneuver, getting faster and faster until they can drive the blade through the opponent in a single spiraling swing that feels like being gripped by an Eagle’s talons and ripped into the air.

5th Form; Praying Raven - A stealthy strike intended for unsuspecting opponents, the user launches from a perched position into a twirling somersault that both kicks the opponent to the ground and allows the arms to swing into place and complete the strike. Its aerodynamic nature allows it to sound only like a whistling wind before the user lands on their opponent like a raven on a man’s shoulder, being the symbol of death before the victim meets their end. Often ends with the user in a praying stance.

6th Form; Culling Crow - To be used only on opponents too cocky to defend themselves or allowing themselves to be killed. In a swift foreboding motion, the user walks forth, swinging their arm out for a single succinct slice. Feels more painful depending on the toughness of the opponent, ranging from the quick sting of a Crow’s peck to the ripping and tearing performed by a hungry murder of them.

7th Form; Parry of The Peacock - A purely defensive form that can deflect blows in a half-moon pattern in front of the user like a Peacock flaunting their feathers. The user has to use a particular angle of their blade to make sure it doesn’t break and so that they can hold their ground. Although, this move is still brutal for the sword to go through and likely can’t be used more than once or even twice if the user intends to retreat.

8th Form; Flight of The Fluttering Hummingbird - The user seems to flail their blade about every which way to mince the opponent when in reality the user is piercing the opponent several times at the speed of a Hummingbird’s flight which creates the other appearance as an afterimage. A feint and a flurry tied into one used to outrace a Demon’s regeneration, which is necessary, because it needs a second strike to kill after the form is used.

9th Form; The Chimera’s Lion Claw - An attack fit for wielders of longer, curved blades, or those not afraid to break a katana. It involves the user launching themselves into the air and putting the entirety of their body weight along with the assistance of gravity into the swing to completely bisect the opponent before using their remaining strength to give a large revolving swing against the opponent’s neck for the kill. Liable to dislocate a couple of limbs if done incorrectly or against an opponent with reasonably thick-skin or armor.
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  • Sora Yasahiro
    Age:     16
    Gender: Male
    Nichirin Weapon: Flamberge
    Nichirin Weapon Color: Light Yellow
    Breath Style: Breath of Cloud

    Appearance
    Height: 5'6
    Body Type: Slim
    Hair Color: White to grey
    Eye Color: Yellow

    Likes: Sora enjoys mundane and very quiet activities, having a fondness for fishing that often takes him towards the nearest body of water that he can find so that he may indulge himself. He also is an adept tea maker, enjoying the calm that hot tea brings.

    Dislikes: Sora very much hates the hustle and bustle of crowds and due to this often avoids large cities, preferring the more rural areas. If forced into that kind of situation, will be somewhat irritable, easily distinguished as such by his sharper eyes. Unlike most demon slayers, he hates demons who have particularly abandoned their humanity, and sees slaying them as a way of bringing back their now lost nature.

    Relationships: Sora's mother Nariko was a very strong and loud mouthed woman, very openly speaking her mind and not afraid to tell other's her opinions when it came to particular issues. Despite this tougher outer shell, she was openly loving to her family, being very protective of her son when he was small. One of the many mysteries of the Yasahiro family was how Sora's father was able to handle such a brash woman, as no one outside of Sora himself had ever seen what she saw in him.

    Sora's father Hirohito is a small and quiet man, similarly to Sora himself. He worked as a fisherman within their village, providing for his family as much as he could despite his frail form. Being such a man he was very averse to conflict, being very agreeable and understanding with his wife and only stepping into conflicts in an effort to diffuse them. His very calm and ever present serene nature is what Sora mainly inherited, taking up his father's fishing rod after he had died.

    Seiichi Yasuhiro was another father figure of Sora's, taking the boy under his wing after he had been sought out to train him. Much of their early interactions had been one sided, Sora keeping quiet and practicing whilst the man had told him stories and talked endlessly, very rarely interrupting his ramblings to critique the teen's movements. When the two ate together it would be the same, constant talking and imparting of wisdom through his stories, only ever stopping when he had slept. After a while Sora began to open up to the man, still quite quiet but his mentor never seemed to mind it. He would join the teen when he would go fishing, adding an extra noise to the usually calm environment. Although the boy never spoke much to him, only ever giving him thanks once, Seiichi never seemed to mind, aware of how much he had done for the demon slayer already.

    Daisuke Hitomu is the swordsmith who made and delivered Sora's nichirin blade to him. Being a swordsmith, he cares deeply about his creations and goes to great lengths to take care of them. After the Final Selection when Sora had been brought his blade and the two had first met, the man had went on an extremely long rant about the blade and how to properly take care of it. When the newly minted demon slayer had jokingly made a gesture toward dropping it Daisuke had been extremely enraged, his hands trembling and his already loud voice booming at the young man. Though they haven't spoken outside of the one time when the man delivered his sword, his first impression had made Sora care deeply for his blade.

 
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Name: Kamiya Hikaru


Age: 28

Gender: Male

Rank: Demon Slayer Pillar

Nichirin Weapon and Color (if Demon Slayer): A Red Sakabatou (Reverse Blade Sword) and a Red Katana

Biography: Hikaru was born with the name Kamiya Daigo. He lived in a small fishing village off the coast for the first twelve years of his life. Where for the most part he lived a quiet life as a shy boy that was learning his trade as a fisherman from his father. He swam day in and day out spear-fishing and searching for different kinds of shellfish just like any other boy in that village would have done. When the other boys would play around or cause trouble, Daigo's first instinct was to run away, and he was plenty good at doing that. His life wold be the quiet kind that avoided trouble, but not for very long.

Daigo's world was changed when the village was raided by a group of demons that called themselves the Legion that swarmed through his town one night. Daigo saw everything he knew vanish in an instant as his friends and family perished as the demons came upon the land. He managed to run away but was eventually hunted down by the one of the demons and ensnared in a trap set by them. Due to his Marechi blood, the demons decided that it would be more worth their time to focus their efforts on capturing and devouring him instead. However, their plans were thwarted by a swordsman who with a blinding flash of his sword managed to lop off the heads of several of the demons in a split second. Using this opportunity, Daigo mustered some strength to run away hoping that the swordsman that managed to save him would take care of the demons. He then bolted towards the ocean, almost running off a cliff to his own demise but stopped just in time.

With the demons rapidly approaching behind him, he had to make a choice whether to continue running or fight. Daigo decided that he shouldn't be a coward any longer. There was nothing to be gained any more by running. He took in a deep breath, concentrated, focused his energy into his arms, and locked eyes with his enemies. He could feel his blood rushing as unbeknownst to him, Daigo had taken his first Full Concentration Breath. His senses were heightened and he could feel a surreal level of strength. One of the demons lunged at him and he punched it in the face, causing its head to explode, with the body falling off the cliff behind him. Several more jumped on him, but Daigo took another breath in and without fear rushed in to meet his foes. The swordsman came out of the forest worried that he would have had to witness another death of a child. But instead, he saw something truly remarkable as his soon to be apprentice had managed to defeat the remaining demons with his bare fists.

The demons began to regenerate but the sun peaked over the Pacific Ocean, with dawn approaching the remaining demons disintegrated after being exposed to light of day. Daigo realized that he managed to win, and he wanted to become strong like the swordsman in the forest. The swordsman came out from the tree line and introduced himself as Ronin. Daigo asked Ronin to become his apprentice, and Ronin reluctantly accepted. Ronin then told Daigo that from this day moving forward, he would be named Hikaru and become the shining light of resolve when all hope is lost. The two of them moved up into the mountains, and just like other aspiring Demon Slayers, Ronin pushed his new pupil to his limits. Training the boy to become a swordsman like no other, training his body, his mind, and skill with the sword day in and day out.

After having learned seven of the nine forms of the Breaths of Heaven and Hell, his master Ronin's breath style, and having managed to learn how to do full concentration breathing even in his sleep, Ronin decided that it was time for Hikaru to face his first challenges as a Demon Slayer and sent him to the Final Selection where he survived the week in the Wisteria Forest with ease, being one of the twelve successful candidates out of that years group of nearly sixty aspiring Demon Slayers. He returned to the mountain, with his new Nichirin Blade in tow, a testament to his skill and prowess with the blade. Ronin congratulated him and told him that even though he was officially a Demon Slayer, he wasn't truly one in his eyes until he learned the final two forms of the Breaths of Heaven and Hell. Ronin resumed training Hikaru while Hikaru also took assignments from the Demon Slaying Corps to protect the area he was assigned.

The new training was much more intense, and at several points, Hikaru realized his training was significantly harder than even slaying Demons. He rose through the ranks during this time having killed several demons and was next on the block to become a Hashira given his track record. However, this was until Hikaru put a hiatus on his Demon Slaying career at Ronin's request. Knowing it had to be important and that Hikaru owed Ronin his life, he accepted this reality and proceeded to remain on the mountain to train with Ronin. This hiatus lasted for nearly 5 years, during this time Hikaru spent every waking moment honing his sword technique against Ronin as well as different opponents, even going as far as sparring against former Demon Slayers of all ranks, even Hashira.

Then one day, Ronin came up to Hikaru and decided that Hikaru was finally ready for his last test, his true Final Selection. The two climbed up to a lonely summit, a rainstorm began as the two stepped up face to face. Ronin looking so proud yet sorrowful at the same time congratulated Hikaru for making it this far.

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"My student, my boy, you've grown up."

"What is this sensei, what do you have planned now?"

"It is time that I show you what it truly means to walk this path you have chosen." Ronin then unsheathed his weapon, a Black Nichirin Sakabatou that glowed blue the moment Ronin placed
his hand upon it. He dropped his sheath on the floor, knowing that he would not be the one to pick it up again. "This is the way of those that follow the Path of Heaven and Hell. Those that live by the sword..."

"Die by the sword," Hikaru replied.

"You're correct my student. I have lived a long life, and I know that my time in this world is short. My body is failing me, and I know that there is only one more battle that I have to fight." Ronin then
takes a deep breath, his eyes glow a deep blue as he realizes what he must do. "Hikaru, I want to believe I've taught you well. So this is your final test.... Kill me."

"Ronin... I can't..."

"If you don't then I will kill you and take my own life. Hikaru... I don't want to die an old frail man. I'd rather fall in battle and die honorably."

Hikaru saw the sincerity in his teacher's voice. In response, Hikaru also unsheathed his blade, a Red Nichirin Katana. He took a battle stance and took in a deep breath as well to allow
himself to fully concentrate and ready himself for the single hardest battle he would ever face. "As you wish, Sensei," he stated calmly, holding back the tears. Hikaru
had grown closer to this man than he had his own parents. He was not just his teacher, but also his adoptive father, and best friend. He remembered all the times
they had been through, and now it all came down to this.

Without wasting a single moment the two clashed swords and danced around the summit as the rain poured down upon them. The flashing light and screeches of metal on metal
filled the atmosphere as the Master and Apprentice fought to the death. The two were evenly matched, with Hikaru's youth being an edge for him and Ronin's experience
giving him a clear advantage as well. After one last sword clash, the two swordsman leaped back and reset their positions. Neither man seemed to have gained
an advantage in any of the trades, as both were bleeding from minor wounds inflicted upon each other.

"This is it, Hikaru, its time for me to end this. Breath of Heaven: 8th form Flying Heaven Infinite Slash!!" Ronin dashed forward with such speed that the ground beneath him shattered. As he raised his sword. Hikaru took a defensive stance. Ronin laughed and thought he was a crazy bastard, knowing that the 8th form of Breath of Heaven is nigh unbeatable.

Time stood still as Hikaru took a single breath and muttered his next technique,"Izanami Kagura...Breath of Heaven: 2nd Form - Guardian Angel, Breath of Hell: 6th Form - Serene Purifying Hellfire." Ronin then launched his attack and watchedhelplessly as his student managed to block every single attack of the 8th Form. Bewildered by the discovery that Hikaru had made, in all of his life he never thought he would see the two Breath Styleswoven together so fluidly. However he had no time to appreciate the the technique his student had made. Hikaru then muttered his next phrase...

"Izanami Kagura ... Breath of Heaven: 1st Form - Piercing Light, Breath of Hell: 4th Form - Demon Flame Strike." Without time to react other than to try and parry the attack in vain, Ronin realized that his disciple had definitely surpassed him in every single way. A spurt of blood covered the summit as Ronin saw that Hikaru's attack was so powerful and fast that he managed
to disarm him. He felt a warm feeling spill across his chest as he fell to the floor bleeding out from the mortal wound Hikaru inflicted upon him. Hikaru coughed up blood in response to his body's
reaction to using Izanami Kagura. Hikaru's lungs felt as if they were on fire as the pain settled in. Ronin stood up, blood still pouring from his wound and walked over toward his sword, picking it up and bringing it to Hikaru. Hikaru initially put his sword back up, but Ronin reached out and motioned to his student that the battle was over.

"I'm proud of you, Daigo, you're a fine man now. No longer the scared child I found in the forest." Ronin said with a smile. As he put the weapon which had been passed down from generation to generation in his student's arms. Ronin then collapsed into Hikaru's lap as the man wept, realizing what he had done, comforting his teacher as he passed on into the afterlife.

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Following the death of his teacher, Hikaru returned to his position in the Demon Slaying Corps. Finding out during his time away from the Corps many changes including the fall of Muzan had happened. Demons were a extinct race now, or so they thought. A new generation of demons had cropped up, presumably from a new progenitor Demon. Along with a few other new faces, Hikaru was selected as one of the next generation of Hashira to take the place of the fallen and retired members after proving his skill in front of the new head of the Ubayashiki family, and has served in this position since then.
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Breath Style: Hikaru uses two different Breath Styles in accordance to the sword he is wielding at the time, since the Breath of Heaven works best when using the Sakabatou and the Breath of Hell works best with the Katana. These Breath Styles were passed onto him by an unnamed Ronin living in the mountains. After training for years he took his master's final test and slew him in one on one combat, a tradition passed down from generations since the form was created in the Sengoku Era. A heavy price to pay for those who dare learn this technique, but through the act of each swordsman surpassing the other, it ensures that those who wield the Breaths of Heaven and Hell are known to be incredibly powerful.

Breath of Heaven (Tengoku no Kokyuu ) :
  • 1st Form - Piercing Light: The swordsman sheathes their sword and then draws it with blinding speed, slicing through enemies with incredible speed. Comparable to the Breath of Thunder's 1st Form, but without the dash.
  • 2nd Form - Guardian Angel: The swordsman takes a defensive stance to parry attacks by using the enemy's strength against them.
  • 3rd Form - Tears of the Goddess: The swordsman dashes back and forth attacking with quick slashes to cripple the enemy.
  • 7th form - Amaterasu's Blessing: The swordsman spins cutting everything around him. The attack seemingly resembles the sun with rays spreading out and destroying whatever falls within this technique's reach.
  • 8th form - Flying Heaven Infinite Slash: The swordsman launches a combination attack of different slashes that comes out so quickly that to the untrained eye, it appears as if the user only slashed once.
Breath of Hell ( Jigoku no Kokyuu ) :
  • 4th Form - Demon Flame Strike: The swordsman launches a powerful overhead strike that can break through even the most hardy of defenses.
  • 5th Form - Seven Deadly Sins: The swordsman uses a combination attack of seven attacks that vary in strength, speed, and precision each being representative of the sin they represent.
  • 6th Form - Serene Purifying Hellfire: The swordsman takes a defensive stance, nullifying the attacks and special techniques for a short period of time, similarly to the Breath of Water 11th Form.
Dance of the Goddess of Death ( Izanami Kagura ) : This is Hikaru's ultimate weapon, allowing him to use both of his Breath forms simultaneously. However this comes at a hefty price of not only being able to fight with this form for only an hour before his arms are rendered useless, but also the strain put on his lungs every minute this skill is used takes away a day of his life. So he only uses this skill as a last resort if it meant the difference between life and death.

Other Abilities:

Large Lung Capacity: While most demon slayers share this trait, having lived by the sea and having trained in the mountains has caused Hikaru to develop unusually large lungs, increasing his lung capacity by several degrees more than the other pillars. This allows him to inhale more oxygen into his system than most other demon slayers, thus increasing his stamina far above his peers.

Horseback Combat/Equestrian Skill: Being an expert rider, Hikaru has also mastered the ability to perform his Breath Technique on horseback without any loss in power, speed, nor skill.
 
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Name: Kumaru Ishigari

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Rank: Demon Slayer Candidate

Nichirin Blade Color: Brown

Personality (Optional but preferred): Kumaru is a pretty tough gal, like one would think when they look at her. She enjoys getting her blood pumping however she does that doesn't really matter to her. She's pretty protective of things she cherishes be that a person or object. Whatever it is Kumaru will protect it with her life. When it comes to demons Kumaru sees them as prey. As such it's not strange of her to play with her food before finishing off a demon. Though this is treatment she saved for demons she dislikes. Which of course does mean there are demons Kumaru "likes" and by this I mean demons who face her like warriors. These demons earn her respect and she makes sure to kill them as quick as possible.

Biography: Kumaru has always had a rough exterior which she gets from her father and mother. Both of which are hunters and Kumaru would often go hunting with them. She had very little of any contact with children her age. It seemed whenever she did they would always make fun of her for smelling like an animal. This was Kumaru's first time being made fun of. Yet her instincts seemed to fully understand how to deal with this. She balled up her fist abd began swinging. After a beating the children didn't dare make fun of her again. Yet this also cause them to fear Kumaru only isolating her from the other children more. She didn't mind though she wasn't lonely she had her parents. That is until one day while hunting it was her parents who were the prey. A demon who had made the woods their turf attacked. They killed her mother first her father quickly telling her to run, yet Kumaru's legs froze. She couldn't move a muscle as she watched her mother's head roll. One more shout from her father snapped her out of her daze and she took off running. She could hear the demon chase her at this point it was simply toying with her. Ever now and again it cut her off causing her to change course. The whole time it laughed at her feeble attempt at running. Finally it pinned her to ground dragging a sharp claw across her cheek. But before it could finish her a kick to the face sent it rolling away. Kumaru looked to her savior it was a woman with an eyepatch. The woman seem to find some sorta joy in slaying the demon. When she was finished she asked Kumaru where her parents were that's when Kumaru felt the tears run down her cheeks. The woman understood without another word, so she bent down and picked up Kumaru. Taking her back home with her the woman told Kumaru her name was Fujamaru. She preferred that Kumaru just called her Fuja though. From that day forward Kumaru lived with Fuja and was informed about demons and demon slayers. Jumping at the chance Kumaru demanded she was trained and Fuja gladly accepted admitting she was planning on training her the moment she took her in. Now 17 Kumaru sets out to make a name for herself as a Demon Slayer.

Breath Style: Bear Breath

First Form: Fishing Bear-Kumaru aims her sword downward and swings upwards with tremendous force, this form is used to smash through an oppoents guard.

Second Form: Hungry Bear-Kumaru carves into what she cutting by flicking her blade the moment it breaks the surface what she cuts taking chunks of it off

Third Form: Furious Bear-Kumaru grips her sword tightly as she slashes this means if she clashes with something she'll make it shake stunning whoever she hits

Fourth Form: Hateful Bear-Kumaru strikes with a brutal punch before following it up with a horizontal slice

Fifth Form: Double Claw-A quick 1-2 slash in an x pattern

Sixth Form: Sleepy Bear-Kumaru lowers her body and twist her body in the direction she slices in order to dodge while attacking

Seventh Form: Baby Bear-Kumaru slashes multiple times yet these slices lack her usual raw power creating only small cuts and slashes

Eighth Form: Defensive Claw-A purely defensive form Kumaru readies her sword in front of her to defend against an attack this defense if powerful but it can only block attacks that come at her from the front

Ninth Form: Charging Bear-Kumaru charges forward swinging her sword like a crazy craving up anything she runs into she's unable to turn while charging like this

Tenth Form: Mother Bear-Kumaru grips her sword with both hands and swings downward this is by far her most powerful form when it come to sheer raw power

Relationships: Fujamaru/Teacher &Adoptive Mother-Alive

Ryuga Ishigari/Father-Deceased

Hikiru Ishigari/Mother-Deceased
 
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Name: KAZUHIRO TAKEHIKO

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Relationships:
• Mother: Yasu Takehiko
• Father: Masaru Takehiko
•Siblings: Tsuyoshi Takehiko

Rank: Demon Slayer Candidate

Breath Style: Breath of Earth

Breathe of Earth comes from Breathe of the Moon due to the ability to create many weapons. However, it was a technique that mimicked the original version, so instead of actually being able to create many weapons it can create illusions of the same weapon.

Legend has it that a child had seen the technique executed by a warrior. When the village the child lived in was attacked by monsters the child picked up a sword, and used the technique to slay the monsters. Since then the Chikyu clan have used techniques similar to the original to combat demons, but somewhere down the line the craft was forgotten.

Because the technique was old, and mostly forgotten through the ages Breath of Earth is not used among the clan specifically. Masaru, Kazuhiro's father, stumbled upon the technique through archives of the clan. From there he, with his wife, used the knowledge of the Breathe of Earth to aid in the fight against demons.

•1st Form: Cereus Pressure - the stance is with the blade tip facing directly towards the opponent. It is a rhythm of quick jabs giving the illusion that there are multiples of the same blade stabbing the opponent.

•2nd Form: Waning Crescent - A downward curved vertcal slash toward the opponent creating several slash illusions.

•3rd Form: The Shield of Izanagi - While spinning the weapon Kazuhiro stands his ground as he uses the body of the naginata as a shield against upcoming attacks.

•4th Form: Crescent Moon Spirit - Multiple curved vertical slashes placed side by side one another towards an opponent. It can be used after the 2nd form to confuse an opponent.

•5th Form: Rise of Nihon: Stabbing down across the body at high speed, and then finishing it off with a slash going up across the body over the jab spots.

•6th Form: Tsukiyomi's Wrath - Putting all of his Energy into one direct vertical front slash Kazuhiro creates a gigantic slash.

•7th Form: Moonlit Misfortune: If faced with multiple opponents Kazuhiro splits his energy into 7 different vertical slashes to deal damage

•8th Form: Full Harvest Moon: Using both hands Kazuhiro spins the Naginata with high speed as he sends a series of slahes across the body through the opponent.

•9th Form: Evening Earthquake - Using the earth Kazuhiro rotates as he stabs his Naginata through the ground around him, causing large gauges in the ground. As opponents get stuck in the cracks Kazuhiro switches between hands to deal heavy horizontal crescent slashes at a fast paced rate.

Nichirin Blade Color:
Kazuhiro does not use a regular style blade to fight demons. Instead, he uses a Naginata to fight, and prefers it no other way. His mother's side of the family created this fighting style against the demons, and he feels
comfortable using it against his opponents. Because each Demon Slayer gains their very own blade Kazuhiro does not have any weapon passed down to him, but he does have the techniques his mother taught him to be able to fight with such a weapon.

Kazuhiro also carries a small tanto blade with him as a back up fighting weapon.

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Personality:
• Patience • Honest • Reliable • Analytic • Laid back • Humorous • Anxious •

Kazuhiro is a patient person who has a laid back personality. Some would call his laid back nature being a push-over, but he describes it as not wasting breathes on things that do not benefit anyone overall. That's not to say Kazuhiro is rude though, he's compassionate once you get the better side of him. He may throw in a few jokes as Kazuhiro likes to try and lighten up the mood, and he's quite reliable as he does not like to lie.

He does not like to beat around the bush though, and is not afraid to voice his opinions when necessary. If he feels that something is not being done in a straightforward manner then he will get impatient.

Kazuhiro is friendly, but a bit reserved on a regular basis. Later on down the line he opens up, but overall Kazuhiro is a bit awkward. Seeing as he's still fighting his inner demons Kazuhiro does space out at times, and has a problem with staying still for so long. His driving motive to becoming a demon slayer is the anger he has built up against the demons, and he wants to make sure that he can be strong enough to defeat any type of demon that comes his way.

Biography: Kazuhiro is the first son of Masaru Takehiko, and Yasu Takehiko from the Chikyu clan. He is followed by a younger brother whose name is Tsuyoshi Takehiko. The two come from a clan with a long history that goes as far back as when the first demons appeared in the world. Currently the clan is allied with Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the leader of the Demon Killing Corps to help in defeating the demons through communication, and partnerships.

What the brothers were told when they were young was that the clans founders consisted of villagers who knew what the demons were, and created the now Chikyu clan to be able to train the younger generations to fight the monsters. The clan is split off into separate locations all around Japan, but still communicate within each other to be able to work together. Kazuhiros parents are the leaders in their location, and have created skilled enough swordsman to run independent missions against the demons. His parents are a success among the Chikyu as they brought forth new tactics against the demons, and were a force to be reckoned with themselves. From a young age Kazuhiro and Tsuyoshi learned the Art of Breathing from their parents. The training was not rigorous as children since their parents came up with ways to make training exciting enough for them to fully participate. Their father did not believe in instilling fear in training, and only gave those with an unwavering dedication and determined mind to train with him. Their mother was a bit less compassionate as she would train them with punishments if they did not do something right. It was clear who was the favorite parent.

Once they became older their father gave them a choice to either continue with the training, or to dabble in other options that the clan had. Since both of the brothers wanted to continue their parents increased the intensity of their training. Eventually their father started taking them out on missions while their mother continued to work with them on new and improved breathing techniques. These missions also gave them an idea of what to expect from a demon, but never in their lives did they have any idea how strong kibutsuji muzan's upper moon demon was. That was, until they ran into one.

That was the day that would change Kazuhiros life. The upper moon demon did a number on them, but they had thought they killed the demon. As they took a minute to catch their breathes, and thank the gods they had made it out alive the demon killed their father, and brutally injured Kazuhiro and Tsuyoshi. Thinking that all three of them were dead the demon left with a laugh that Kazuhiro would forever have nightmares of. His father was dead, his brother was dying right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do but succumb to his wounds.

Months later Kazuhiro awoke from his bed thinking it was a dream. He learned soon after that he was in a coma, and that he was damn near dead. His mother stayed by his side no matter what in hopes that he would wake up. Luckily, he did, but once he was told what had happened he really wished he didn't. For the next 2 years he would wallow in self pity while his mother took over everything their father had left behind. For 2 full years he refused to leave his home, refused to work on his breathes, refused to pick up his weapons and fight, and refused to live.

Somehow, something in him just snapped one day. He smelled his clothes, ran his hand through his unwashed hair, and told himself "Father would kill me if he saw me like this.". His mother also gave him a slap that day for waiting so long to walk out of the house, but she came through when Kazuhiro apologized to her. A few months after Kazuhiro had stopped letting his emotions get the better of him he decided to finally become a Demon Slayer with the help of his mother. She helped him get back on his feet, and get back into what he had refused to do for a while.

Fight for the future.

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