Fantasy the twelve -characters-

ukiiyo · Sep 9, 2019

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plot: link here
lore: link here[/div][/div][/div] [div class=tab2textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=text]THE DEMON HUNTER
full name;
nicknames; optional
age; 20+
gender;
sexuality;
role;
kingdom; which of the six kingdoms are they from?

height;
hair;
eyes;
scars;
mods; tattoos, piercings, etc

weapon; what do they fight with?
mask; what mask do they wear for hunting? each one has to be unique
outfit; do they have a specific hunter outfit?

likes;
dislikes;
fears;
habits;
persona; can be written in paragraph form or listed as at least four vices and four virtues

why did they become a hunter;
their opinion of demons;
opinion of the twelve;
contract; the demon that comes from the same kingdom (fill out when accepted)

background; at least two paragraphs
relationships;
other; remember, non-realistic face claims only!

THE DEMON
full name;
preferred name;
age; 100+
gender;
sexuality;
role;
kingdom; which kingdom are they from

height;
hair;
eyes;
scars;
mods; piercings, tattoos, etc
distinguishing features; tail, horns, tusks, fangs, etc

mask; optional (do they wear a demon mask like the hunters?)
weapon;
outfit;

likes;
dislikes;
fears;
habits;
persona; can be written in paragraph form, or listed as four vices and four virtues

why did they become a hunter;
opinion of humans;
opinion of the twelve;
contract; the human that comes from the same kingdom (fill out when accepted)

background; two paragraph minimum
other; remember! non-realistic face claims only![/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=tab3textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=text]

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FEMALE HUNTER: OPEN

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FEMALE HUNTER: OPEN

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MALE HUNTER: TAKEN

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MALE HUNTER: OPEN

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MALE HUNTER: OPEN

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FEMALE DEMON: TAKEN

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FEMALE DEMON: OPEN

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MALE DEMON: OPEN

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MALE DEMON: OPEN

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MALE DEMON: OPEN

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ukiiyo · Sep 9, 2019

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the demon

[/div][/div] [div class=picture2][/div] [div class=tab1textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll] [div class=title]the demonness. hannya[/div] [div class=subtitle]the winter demon[/div] [div class=text]full name: hannya the winter demonness
preferred name: hana
age: 162
gender: female
sexuality: bisexual
role: the demon
kingdom: tun

height: 145 cm
hair: purple
eyes: lustrous purple, accented with red makeup
scars: has a cut on the left side of her neck from where a hunter tried to kill her

mods: has a red peony tattooed behind her right ear
distinguishing features: horns, sharp canines, sharp nails, pointed ears
race: dragon demon
face claim: shuten douji

mask: tba
weapon: katana for basic missions, double-edged sword, with a glassy-blue mid-section, a large golden guard and hilt
outfit: most of the time she wears a traditional white kimono with snow detailing on it with a blood-red sash. when she goes out hunting, she wears a considerably shortened kimono that's bluish-purple, with red curved lines drawn throughout it, especially on the tri-parted extensions of the sleeves and a red-wine colored sash. some green ribbons are attached to it. sometimes she will wear metallic shin guards, with ornamental oni heads on her knees. Her ankles have red ribbons tied around them. she has a metallic material which forms a choker around her neck. of the same material, her hands and feet wear small pieces, tied around her fingers and wrists, and toes and heels respectively.
alignment: chaotic evil[/div] [/div][/div][/div] [div class=tab2textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=text]likes: sake, wine, flowers, sleeping, full moons, swimming, stars, snow, cherry blossoms, peonies

dislikes: bitter things, falling in love, dead flowers, dreaming, failing, humans, weak creatures, getting disappointed

fears: falling in love, losing
habits: drinks a lot when bored, taps her fingernails, restyles her hair, paints on her wrists, makes lanterns

persona: a woman with an evil grin on her lips, she is often found tucked away in the back of the demon village in her rundown sake shop, enjoying her newest brew without a care in the world. sadness seems to be hidden behind her eyes but she easily dismisses it, not wanting to be close to anyone as she finds attachment pointless. she has a desire for other people and seems to feed off their misery, which isn't surprising from a demon like her. hana is known for her violent nature, being one of the few demons who managed to not only escape death but fight off a hunter and kill them herself when they attacked her. her opinion towards humans is that of disgust, which she makes very apparent, most likely why she has a large bounty on her head.

she isn't very sociable and prefers to stick to herself, only leaving her home to find more leads on the twelve, killing those that are connected to them. she is one of the older demons in her small village and is pretty respected as she protects those who live near her from hunters. as payment, she is usually gifted alcohol or flowers, mainly hanahaki flowers. she has been called the demon of unrequited love as her favorite flowers come from the disease that demons contract when they experience unrequited love. not that she cares what people call her, but she does find this rather fitting. she does have a very sarcastic and humorous personality when you get close to her, but this can also take the form of mild bullying which some aren't alright with.

why did they become a hunter: she watched followers of the twelve slaughter innocent demons, so she got involved in hunting them down.

opinion of humans: finds them rather disgusting and doesn't like how brutal they are to demons

opinion of the twelve: personally wants to kill them as she is sick of their brutal killing sprees

contract: tba

other: has no sense of shame or embarrassment, hates how humans smell, enjoys eating and drinking a lot, cracks inappropriate jokes most of the time[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=tab3textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=text]background: list form for now
- born deep in the mountains of tun to a pair of dragon demons
- her parents were workers that harvested rare gems deep within the mountains where others couldn't be
- she lived in the dark for most of her childhood until her parents managed to sneak her out of there
- when she got out, she was hidden by a family that was close to her own, and they kept her out of slavery
- she got used to hiding under the floorboards in order to keep herself concealed
- when she reached the human equivalent of a teenager, she ventured outside of the house to explore tun
- due to a lack of food, she didn't properly grow like most dragon demons and remained quite small
- she was able to pass for a human child as her horns hadn't quite grown in
- quickly discovered how well the humans were treated and how poorly the demons were
- found herself stealing from the human markets in order to bring food back for the demons
- as she grew older, her animosity towards humans increased
- met a working demon named shiki and fell in love with him
- the pair had plans to elope, to leave tun and find somewhere that would be considered sanctuary
- on the night they were supposed to leave, he came to her absolutely covered in blood and announced he had killed his master and framed her for it
- shiki barely got out of the demon community before he was killed by hunters who soon found hannya and were prepared to do the same
- she managed to just escape with her life, the cut on her neck never truly healing
- hannya hid in the snowy forest for a long time before she slowly came back to the demon village, still living outside of it and opened up a small shop[/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [div class=tab1]1.[/div] [div class=tab2]2.[/div] [div class=tab3]3.[/div][/div] [div class="codetag"]coded by ukiiyo[/div]

Sylvio · Sep 9, 2019

Kenji Takamura

Age: 29
Gender: male
Sexuality: Hetero
Role: male hunter
Kingdom: Wicalella
Height: 5'10
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
scars: N/A
mods: N/A

weapon:

mask:

outfit: shown in fc

likes: playing his flute, cooking, stargazing, snow, and painting
dislikes: hot weather, when his flute or glasses break, when something is put of place (has extreme ocd)
fears: someone raiding his cabinets and closest rearranging his stuff, Losing anyone he's attached to, being lonely
habits: has a coin that he likes to flip around and tends to twirl his own pen
persona: When people see Kenji they have very accurate assumptions about him. A lone wolf who doesn't speak much and always minds themselves. Which is true, he doesn't like to be intrusive of other people's business and knows whether or not to speak. People would call him well mannered, the way he speaks to people and his tone is always low and soothing despite how intimidating his deep voice might sound. He tends to also have a logical outlook on things and always makes sure to suppress his emotions then it comes to almost all and every situation, which brings people to assume he's emotionless or heartless. But he pays no mind to any comments that are of ill-intent towards him. However when situations involve anyone he's emotionally attached to, he has a hard time making decisions.

why did they become a hunter: he needed to get away from home and put his swordsmanship to use
their opinion of demons: he has no personal animosity towards them, but if he must kill them then so be it.
opinion of the twelve: they disturb the peace and destroy innocent lives, they must be eliminated.
contract: hannya the japanese demonness

background: Kenji were born as distant relatives to the family that rules Wicalella on his mothers side. He was the nephew of the King of Wicalella and due to his relations, he was given the privilege of being part of the royal family. Kenji's father was a civil servant and his mother was a housekeeper. He lived in comfortably in a small part of the Royal Palace where no one really visited except servants and members of the royal family. Kenji went to school with his cousin, the Prince Aron who was 2 years younger than he. Kenji was always dedicated to his studies and sometimes had to tutor the prince, which he didn't mind but the prince did and despised Kenji for being better than him. But Aron was always spoiled and given the mist attention and he liked to brag about it to his cousin. In his teen years, Kenji learned swordplay and he took it seriously along with his studies. When Kenji turned 18 he would learn what it was like to feel loss for the first time, his father died due to an incurable tumor and Kenji felt devastated as did his mother, but she urged him to be strong and not to feel the burden of bearing his father's death. Kenji tried but he couldn't help but grieve when alone, given enough time he was no longer phased by his father's death and continued to live on.

When Kenji reached his mid-20's, the King of Wicalella died and Prince Aron was now king. He continued to rule like his father did and it was recommended that Kenji be one his advisors by orders of the late king before he died, as Kenji knew more about public service and politics than his younger cousin. Aron reluctantly allowed Kenji to be part of his court, the two would clash heads when it came to issues sometimes with Aron getting his own way. Knowing that Aron was still surrounded by capable advisors, Kenji resigned from his post in the court and decided to refine his skills with a sword and joined the Royal Interior Office. An investigative and law enforcement office that answered to the King. Many of the cases he got had to do with murders by demons against demons used as test subjects and their human experimenters. It was an eye opening experience to see what these demons went through when it came to experimentation. He could feel nothing but relief for these victims, since they were now free from torture.

Knowing that he was given dead end cases and he couldn't visit any more 'research facilities' Kenji left the RIO to become a demon hunter. He left Wicalella, leaving a note to his elderly mother that he had left. Seeing the horror that these demons had to go through, made him question many things about Wicalella and it was best that the put his past behind him and look to do something different. Since demon hunting seemed for profitable and it looked like a good chance for him to use his sword. He stole a pistol from one of the research facilities that were used to be especially deadly towards demons. The caliber and material was to corrode the demon's skin and make it next to impossible to let their wounds heal. For two years he's been living away from civilization, hunting demons, and putting his old life behind him.

relationships:
King Aron Wetz - cousin
Lia Takamura - mother

thirteen · Sep 9, 2019

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[div style="width:30%;float:left;"][div class=basicinfo]NICKNAMES[/div][/div] [div style="width:64%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo]TBD.[/div][/div] [div style="width:30%;float:left;"][div class=basicinfo]AGE[/div][/div] [div style="width:64%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo]24[/div][/div] [div style="width:30%;float:left;"][div class=basicinfo]GENDER[/div][/div] [div style="width:64%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo] FEMALE [/div][/div] [div style="width:30%;float:left;"][div class=basicinfo]SEXUALITY[/div][/div] [div style="width:64%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo]BISEXUAL[/div][/div] [div style="width:30%;float:left;"][div class=basicinfo]SCARS[/div][/div] [div style="width:64%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo]LEFT CHEEK/PALM[/div][/div] [div style="width:30%;float:left;"][div class=basicinfo]ROLE[/div][/div] [div style="width:64%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo]THE DEMON HUNTRESS[/div][/div]

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BOW AND ARROW[/div] [div style="width:44.5%;float:left;margin-right:13px;"][div class=basicinfo]APPEARANCE[/div][/div] [div style="width:44.5%;float:left;margin-right:13px;"][div class=basicinfo]HAIR: black [/div][/div] [div style="width:44.5%;float:left;margin-right:13px;"][div class=basicinfo]EYES: gray [/div][/div] [div style="width:44.5%;float:left;margin-right:13px;"][div class=basicinfo]HEIGHT: 5'4[/div][/div]

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[/div] [div style="width:27%;float:left;margin-right:13px;"][div class=basicinfo]OUTFIT[/div] ⍣ ⍣ ⍣ [/div] [div style="width:27%;float:left"][div class=basicinfo]WEAPON[/div][/div][div style="width:27%;float:left"] ⍣ ⍣ ⍣ [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display:none;line-height:12px;"][div class=page] [div class=page2] [div class=basic style="width:10%"]⍣ [/div] [div class=basic style="width:79.5%;text-align:left;"]PERSONALITY [/div] [div style="margin-left:0px;margin-right:14px;border:.5px solid darkgray;height:150px;background:white;padding:10px;overflow:hidden;width:86.8%;"][div class="pscroll"] LIKES:

Revenge
Justice
Money
Liquor
Rain
Dogs
Sweets

DISLIKES:

Arrogance
Being questioned
Talking
Crying
Moving too slow
Insects

FEARS:

Attachment
Abandonment
Dying Alone
Unable to provide

HABITS:

Rubs her the scar on her palm when anxious
Crosses arms when angry
Never enters a room without making sure she's armed.

PERSONA:

Electra may come off as cold, but don't let that fool you.
After a traumatic past, she's had to be calculating to make sure that she remained alive.
She's not really a team player, and doesn't want to get attached to anyone.
She's short and silent, but her glare will make the strongest crumble.

WHY SHE BECAME A HUNTER:

Money. She needed something to sustain herself, to stop her stomach from growling.

OPINION OF DEMONS:

Eh. Neutral. She doesn't hate them, she doesn't love them.

OPINION OF TWELVE:

Let them do what they have to do. Humans are no better than demons.

CONTRACT: TBD.
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Lacks Empathy
Hard to trust
Not trusting either
Enjoys material things.[/div][/div][div style="height:125px; width:81.3%;border:.5px solid darkgray;padding:5px;font-size:11px;"][div style="margin-top:25px;"] [/div][/div][/div] [div style="width:50%;float:left"][div class=basic style="width:15%;font-size:16px;height:16px;line-height:16px"]⍣ [/div] [div class=basic style="width:64%;text-align:left;font-size:16px;height:16px;line-height:16px"]VIRTUES [/div][/div] [div style="height:125px; width:40.8%;border:.5px solid darkgray;padding:5px;font-size:11px;margin-left:50%;"][div style="margin-top:25px;"]Protective
Calm / Composed
Patient
Constructivist
Loyal[/div][/div][div style="height:125px; width:40.8%;border:.5px solid darkgray;padding:5px;font-size:11px;margin-left:50%;"][div style="margin-top:25px;"] [/div][/div] [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent4" style="display:none;line-height:12px;"][div class=page] [div class=page2] [div class=basic style="width:10%"]⍣ [/div] [div class=basic style="width:79.5%;text-align:left;"]BACKSTORY [/div] [div style="margin-left:0px;margin-right:14px;border:.5px solid darkgray;height:300px;background:white;padding:10px;overflow:hidden;width:86.8%;"][div class="bscroll"] Growing up in the Kingdom of Araes, Electra lived in the lap of luxury until her early teenage years, when her father's luck ran out. The families that she had seemed so close to were determined not to be associated with someone who had fallen from grace, and soon, the family disintegrated. Araes was not kind to those who weren't favored with beauty, and detested the poor even more. Electra had to quickly pick herself up and learn. On the outskirts, she did menial jobs here and there, enough to sustain her, eventually becoming a nomadic girl. She picked up various skills along the way, a...special staff as a thank you from another citizen who she hadn't charged. It wasn't until she saw the calling for demon hunters that she decided to strike out, make use of her various talents.
She doesn't hate the demons as her old Kingdom did, but she does foster a healthy amount of wariness for both humans and demons. Humans, in her opinion, are the bane of society's existence, and she believes that certain actions of the demons spur them on to be worse. Don't take her endless amount of patience and quiet and diminutive stature into account: behind the facade of a calm woman is a tempest, a violent fury that begs for revenge and justice against those who did her wrong. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent5" style="display:none;line-height:12px;"][div class=page] [div class=page2 style="overflow:hidden;"] [div style="height:355px;overflow:auto;width:107.5%;padding-right:2px;"] [div class=basic style="width:10%"]⍣ [/div] [div class=basic style="width:79.4%;text-align:left;"]FIRST NAME [/div]
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ukiiyo · Sep 9, 2019

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the demon hunter

[/div][/div] [div class=picture2][/div] [div class=tab1textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll] [div class=title]the demon hunter. yamato[/div] [div class=subtitle]the white fox[/div] [div class=text]full name: kawaguchi yamato
nicknames: white fox
age: 23
gender: cis. male
sexuality: bisexual
role: the demon
kingdom: rhaeclya

height: 5'7
hair: white
eyes: gold
scars: a scar on the left side of his forehead, various scars all over his body from when he fought the large fox demon
mods: pierced ears
face claim: nakigitsune

mask: hunting | everyday
weapons: wakizashi, iron bat (occasionally), various small blades hidden on his person
outfit: 01 02
alignment: chaotic neutral[/div] [/div][/div][/div] [div class=tab2textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=text]likes: the quiet, money, sleeping, animals, black coffee, treats, masks, exploring, adventures, nature, foxes, small things, buying food

dislikes: loud people, troublesome things, being bothered, fireworks, bright colors, cleaning up, not getting paid, people that cry, get 'guilt' tripped, excuses, weak people, those who can't protect themselves, annoying children

fears: being poor
habits: not talking, adopting little creatures, taking something from a powerful demon for the 'memory', eats candy whenever he's walking around, sleeps whenever he doesn't have work

persona: one of the more ruthless hunters you will meet. yamato is the type that doesn't care who or what he's being paid to kill. frankly speaking, he would just as easily go after a human just as he would a demon. if there's money involved, he will pretty much do whatever is tasked with him. he prides himself with having little morals and doesn't abide by the laws that restrict every other creature in the world, creating his own that he can happily live with. this being said, he does have a few rules which he never breaks. he doesn't kill innocent animals or children and he will only do something if he's being paid. other than that, everything is free game.

he seems to lack many emotions, but he doesn't think that's an issue. they are simply hidden inside because they are troublesome if they are let out. the only time he lets down his guard is if he's with his familiar, a small fox spirit he picked up after a particularly nasty mission. this fox is probably one of the few creatures that actually knows what yamato sounds like and looks like without his mask on. he is very reserved and lazy, never talking about himself unless he's demanding payment. getting close to him can seem rather dangerous and impossible to do.

why did they become a hunter: he was bored and it seemed like a good occupation for him. he was shockingly good at it right at the start

opinion of demons: doesn't like or dislike them. he kills them only for their bounty but holds little feelings towards them

opinion of the twelve: a nuisance. that's what they are to him. he doesn't care what they do, but the price of their bounty outweighs his laziness

contract: tba

other: he used to kill demons using only an iron bat, but it was far too much work to clean up afterwards so he mainly uses a sword now, has a fox spirit familiar named aki, speaks in a monotone voice no matter the situation, will resort to violence if someone bothers him[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=tab3textbox][div class=textbox][div class=scroll][div class=text]background: list for now
- orphaned at birth
- given to the orphanage in the slums of rhaeclya
- was often abused by the 'caretakers' because he rarely spoke and had a 'nasty look'
- ran away when he was ten
- only of the few successful runaways from the orphanage
- lived on his own for years and would wear a dirty face mask that he found
- got extremely good at stealing food and water from vendors and would get away easily
- never got a 'proper' education but would go to the library where he was taught to read by one of the librarians
- became fascinated with learning and read everything he could
- he had his first run-in with a demon at age sixteen
- he was walking back from the library and watched a demon burst through a window, trying to escape a hunter
- the poor creature was a child by demon standards and hid right in front of yamato
- when the hunter asked him if he had seen it, the boy simply shrugged and found himself pointing off down the sewers, just to see the hunter go down there
- at seventeen he started hunting demons, mostly because it wasn't as easy to steal from vendors anymore
- his weapon of choice was an iron bat that he had found and instead of a hunter's mask, he would wear a black face mask
- by the time he hit twenty, he was well known in rhaeclya for being a very good hunter
- he had a mask custom made for him and was then dubbed 'the white fox'
- yamato got an everyday mask made as well, keeping his fox theme
- he began to wear red makeup under his eyes to mimic that of traditional kitsune demons
- his naturally sharp canines only added to his appearance
- adopted aki after he was hired to hunt and kill a troublesome nine-tailed demon, aki being the kit of the creature[/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div] [div class=tab1]1.[/div] [div class=tab2]2.[/div] [div class=tab3]3.[/div][/div] [div class=codetag]coded by ukiiyo[/div]

Peckinou · Sep 9, 2019

THE DEMON WIP
full name: Valishora Talinska
preferred name: Val
age: 163
gender: Female
sexuality: Pansexual
role: Demon
kingdom: Erya

height: 5'6
hair: Silver
eyes: Red
distinguishing features: Fangs, Demon Tail, Horns and Red cat like eyes.

weapon:

outfit:

likes: Sleeping, Books, Peace and Quite
dislikes: Morons, Incompetence, Humans, Cold Weather, and Pathetic beings
fears:
habits:
persona:
+ Calm
+ Flexible
+ Logical
+ Shrewd
- Pessimist
- Cold
- Hateful
- Messy

why did they become a hunter: To kill the Twelve idiots who were openly killing humans.

opinion of humans: Hates the greedy blood suckers with a burning passion.

opinion of the twelve: Idiots that are going to start another war with humans if they keep it up, they already lost the first one and with the new toys the humans have they will lose and be subjected to a even worse position.

contract: which human are they contracted with (fill out when accepted)

background:

other:

seasonedcat · Sep 10, 2019

"Beauty fades. That is why it is beautiful"

full name; Zinnia Valade
nicknames; Little sprout, more to be added later hopefully *wink*(doesn't like going by nicknames)
age; 25
gender; Female
sexuality; Demisexual
role; Female hunter
kingdom; Araes

height; 5'9
hair; White(Platinum Blonde)
eyes; Brown
scars; A faint one over her right eye near the far side of the eye, and a large scar on her left middle finger.
mods; N/A

weapon; Bow and arrow

mask;

outfit;

likes; Perfection, beauty, justice, winning, peace, books, and quiet
dislikes; Demons, injustice, blood, suffering, losing, embarrassment, failing, and mistakes
fears; Failing, Dying, and blood
habits; Twirling an arrow between her fingers, ordering things/cleaning them to keep her hands busy, and tapping her finger's lightly on her lap or on a surface
persona;
+Determinded -Perfectionist
+Strong sense of Justice -Stubborn
+Calm -Blunt
+Strong willed -Aloof
Zinna is a difficult character. She is ruled by her own sense of justice in the world and believes by killing them she is setting them free from their sins so they can try again in the next life. She is usually calm and aloof, calculating her surrounds and not letting anyone in. She has devoted her life to this mission of her and refuses to stop it, she is performing a just act in her opinion and what she is doing needs to be done. She thinks that death is beautiful at the same time that it is horrid. The silence of a flying arrow before it ends the life of an unsuspecting man is beautiful. Setting them free to another life. Her bow is the most beautiful way of killing them and gives them the death they need. However, killing has begun to give her a rush, sort of what she assume a murder has, and it roubles her. She does not do this for personal satisfaction, but for the benefit of the world.
why did they become a hunter; To clean up the scum of the earth. The world is full of horrid creatures and she brought it upon herself to clean up the world as best she could. She gives her enemies a swift death so that they may forget this life and pass on into the next where they might be able to become someone better. She also wished to protect the world from evil and keeping the fragile peace that had been established.
their opinion of demons; Difficult to say, she doesn't particularly like them but the same could be said for people. Many demons have proven that they are not to be trusted so at the moment she does not particularly trust or like them near her. She doesn't have much faith that they can do anything beneficial for society and considers them a risk to her dream of peace. That being said, she knows she can't judge all of them for the actions of some of their people, but she still can not ignore the risk.
opinion of the twelve; Absolute scum. They need to be purged, removed from this earth immediately and all who support them. They are the main cause of all these demons acting out along with the death of many humans. They threaten the peace of the world and thus have to be stopped. She understands their fight, but the way they are going about it will solve nothing but cause another war, or worse the extinction of one of the races. She will stop them.
contract; TBA

background; Born into a simple family in a big city, her young childhood was simple. Her parents weren't rich, but just above being poor. She grew up playing in the streets with her friends and even made some friends with a few demon children who 'worked' nearby her house. They'd play with the group when they could and she honestly couldn't ask for anything more. She had everything she needed in life even if it wasn't much.

Until demons began to act out around her city. Her parents feared for her safety and she was no longer allowed outside with her friends, whose parents, of course, had the same response. This also meant that she was never to talk to her demon friends again. Her young brain couldn't really understand why but she followed her parent's wishes, that was until she and her friends decided to sneak out. If they were together nothing would happen, plus they would only hand out in busy streets so they would be fine. So, they snuck out and played like they used to.

Their plan was going fine until one of them dropped the ball they were playing with and it rolled off, the child quickly going to retrieve it. They waited, and waited, and waited. But they didn't return. Confused the group set off after their friend, only to find the corpse of what was once their friend with 3 demon men laughing at the body. The group was quickly grabbed, Zinnia included, their pleas and cries ignored.

She watched them die one by one, the blood splattering everywhere until it was just her and one other. She remembered how he fought back, managing to stab one of the demons, causing him to drop the two of them before he yelled out a run to Zinna. Zinna took off, blood soaking her clothing. She turned to look when she heard a yelp, seeing the same boy now with a knife to his throat. He smiled and mouthed a run, glad she at least got away. Holding back tears Zinna ran, knowing full well what happened to her friend.

From then on her friends' parents hated her. She had survived and not their own children, she had left them alone to die. Her own parents were mad about this situation. She had always been the ring leader of the group, so this must have been her idea in the first place. They yelled at her and told her that she should have listened, that if she did her friends would be alive. Zinna hated those words the most, that it was her fault, that they died because of her. Her parents tried to be there for her, but she knew what they were feeling from their disappointed looks or anger-filled gazes when she wasn't looking. Determined to make it right, Zinna ran away. She would avenge her friends. She would purge demons like those men from this world. She would ensure peace.
relationships; Her parents are still alive but she had cut all contact with them a while ago.
other;
Alignment: Lawful Neutral would probably be a good suit for her
Handiness: She is actually Ambidextrous but tends to use her right hand more without thinking.
Favourite colour: White

darkborn · Sep 11, 2019

Full name; Eliphas Caiyal
Nicknames; Shade
Age; 23
Gender; Male
Sexuality; Heterosexual
Role; Male Hunter
Kingdom; Erya

Height; 5' 11"
Hair; Black
Eyes; Dark grey
Scars; A couple of scars on his temples, which are covered up with hair; other than that, his wrists, and all over his left arm, are covered with scars, and his torso has some here and there.
Mods; A branding of a pentagram on his right palm.

Weapon; A thin Jian, and a sai. Though he uses a large assortment of weapons, those two are his main, preferred weapons.
Mask;

Outfit; Seen in picture of his character above.
Likes; Perfection in himself, a job well done; he also has a peculiar liking for cheesecake; he also appreciates (even if he attempts to hide it) a fiery attitude, and determination.
Dislikes; Personal failure, amoral sell swords, slave masters, rapists and other such offenders, Kokushibyō, unwarranted violence, and unnecessary bloodshed.
Fears; Himself, Kokushibyō, death of a loved one, finding out that he is utterly irredeemable.
Habits; Cleaning and sharpening weapons, twitching of the corner of his lips when he is concerned or pensive, rubbing a ring intertwined with a lock of white hair when despairing, making meals, particularly tea and cheesecakes. Cutting himself when he fails at something.
Persona;
Eliphas is, at first sight, the archetypal assassin. Cold, ruthless, calculating, and uncaring of what happens to who. His expressionless demeanor reveals nothing, and his dull eyes show little interest in anything; yet this uncaring attitude is subtly replaced by a muted, concealed interest when a target or contract for assassination is discussed. However, certain targets are off-limits for him: children, elderly (as in, near death elderly), newly-weds, and cripples. This limit surprises many of his clients, but it shows a fundamental core beneath this professional shell.

Eliphas experiences from time to time intense spikes of concern for his morality. Perhaps its a result of wanting to please the memory of loved ones, maybe its because he's a good person underneath everything. As it is, while for the most part he can simply allow details for targets become essentially meaningless to him, rendering them inhuman to him, he can't help but see certain people as humans. And that's where he puts his foot down.

Despite this well-meaning concern, largely, his emotions are muted. Love, greed, hate, anger, compassion, all of it, is simply suppressed. Despite this minimization of emotions, he can't remove such feelings; so from time to time, when such an emotion is large enough, it bursts out in a near-violent display that surprises even Eliphas. Yet he tries to keep such events private. Showing emotion is unbecoming for an assassin. However, from time to time, he is motivated to help downtrodden people, though such events are often brutal and bloody. Take someone being mugged- instead of simply capturing the mugger alive, Eliphas kills him.

Eliphas doesn't work much with people; he often works alone. Yet, when he does work with others, he displays a dour attitude, constantly serious, yet from time to time he manages to put forth gallows humor. While he really never cared for past associates, if one can get him to care, they'll find that he is a vigilant friend. They'll also see that he has a small number of minor habits that tend to help him calm his internal struggle: He likes to cook and make drinks, especially teas and cheesecakes. He enjoys glass making. He uses his acrobatics to explore new places. He manages to make a couple of witty jokes from time to time.

It is a hard task to earn his friendship, however. Not because he is antagonistic or anything like that. He is simply tired and angry. He is tired of all the killing, of all the hunting; he wants at least a break from it all, a chance to live a normal life like so many of his targets. Yet, whenever he tries to do that, the urge to kill reappears again. He is angry at the world, for taking his beloved Maia away from him, for refusing the one real chance he had at a normal life. For making his life the way it is right now. Depression is a common thing for Eliphas, yet he never takes it to extremes, though it might seem so from time to time. It simply is because Eliphas believes that leaving the world meekly is letting whatever fortune cursed him win.

However, on an added note, Eliphas does cut himself. However, it is not as a result of his depression. It is a result of self-'discipline.' Eliphas was raised that way: if he failed, he received a deep slash on his wrist, or, if that wasn't an option anymore, anywhere up his main arm. Eliphas still carries this habit with him.
Why did they become a hunter; Eliphas knows no other life; he was trained to assassinate and kill, and do so he will.
Their opinion of demons; He doesn't particularly care one way or another; they're tools, just the same as humans. Or so he says to himself; this reflects in a fundamental, core belief that they are equal to humans.
Opinion of the twelve; Contracts that need to be killed. Yet he can't help but feel a particular sense of hatred towards Sengen, and a feeling that Amida would be a test of his skills as a slayer.
Contract;
Background;
Eliphas was born to a wealthy middle-class, newly-wed set of parents in the kingdom of Tun. Not that he remembers much of them- after all, just after he was barely weaned from milk, his parents were savagely murdered and he was abducted by a cult calling themselves the Kokushibyō. A group dedicated to the concept of death, these assassins lived only for the hunt, to kill the assigned target. They were renowned for being emotionless, for not flinching even when staring at a recently dead target in the eye, and for simply being almost soulless. Eliphas' parents- more specifically, his mother- owed money to the Kokushibyō, money that was overdue. And the cult did not tolerate any late fees. Eliphas' mother was killed because of her missed payment. His father, killed to prevent any witnesses. Eliphas was taken as the cumulative payment. And thus began Eliphas' life as an assassin.

Almost as soon as he learned how to walk, Eliphas was trained in concealed movement, swordplay, acrobatics, and professionalism. The Kokushibyō were thorough in their teachings; they had done this countless times before, molded countless infants into assassins that were considered the greatest in the six kingdoms. Yet, perhaps Eliphas was special. The shadows gathered around him, almost as if they were empathetic with him. Maybe it was because Eliphas had some distant demonic ancestry; maybe it was because of the traumatic experience of death so early in his life. Either way, special attention from the Kokushibyō was never a good thing for most- and possibly the same could be said for Eliphas. They took an interest in molding this unique child into the supreme assassin, the one that would surpass all others.

This extended interest led to a more regimented, intense training for the young Eliphas. As well as the jealousy of the more zealous inductees to the cult. So, Eliphas spent much of his childhood friendless and alone, dedicated to the task given to him. For many years, until the age of thirteen, he slaved away like this, training body, mind, and some might even say soul, to become the epitome of assassins. Then, came his fateful meeting with Maia.

It wasn't a glamorous meeting, nor was it particularly life changing at the moment. It simply began as a chance meeting in an alley. Eliphas was on one of his rare "free" breaks, where he was expected to mingle with the crowd and learn their mannerisms and movement; it was free insomuch in that he had some freedom in choosing where to go- he was watched closely most of the time. Most of the time. Even assassins are inattentive from time to time. In that time, Eliphas managed to elude the gaze of his superior, and hide out in a small, rackety tavern. To him, it was a test of his abilities; a game, almost. To see if he could elude his superior for a designated time. However, a waitress came up to him, around the same age as him, her white, albino hair cut short, her short sleeved shirt showing the curling tattoo of a fox on her right arm. While Eliphas didn't think it at the time, later on, he would find it strange that a thirteen year old would be working as a waitress in a seedy bar.

However, that time is a later time. After first meeting her, he simply requested a small, hot meal. When the girl turned to inform her mistress of what order was needed, the mistress came out herself to examine this young stranger. The mistress was a demon, resembling a Kitsune, was highly suspicious, and protective of the young Maia; she did, after all, raiser her as a surrogate mother. And this stranger moved with a grace that should not be possible with someone that young. Yet, as she was examining Eliphas, Maia approached him, and initiated a conversation. Eventually, Eliphas asked about the tattoo on Maia. Maia, in turn, asked about the scars on Eliphas' wrist. Both were completely flustered at this point, but at that moment, an unlikely friendship was born. Eventually, Eliphas decided it was time to leave, before he was found out at the tavern.

Yet when he left the tavern, the mistress followed him out. Airi, as that was the name of the 'mistress,' began questioning Eliphas, suspecting him of coming here for a more...sinister purpose. Yet, Maia was truly Eliphas' only friend at that point. Airi was forced to concede that upon questioning the boy. She allowed him future visits, but took precautions to ensure that Eliphas' visit couldn't be traced there. When Eliphas returned to the rest of his 'family,' they punished him for his... insolence. Only later, would Eliphas find out the reason for Airi's fear.

Four years later. Eliphas finished his training, and was a new killer, on missions to eliminate targets. Yet his friendship with Maia grew, even though it started to become awkward for the both of them. After all, both of them we're starting to realize that they known each other for quite some time, and that both we're getting older. Yet, Eliphas was perpetually busy with his assassin duties to stay with Maia much; during this time, he took on minor contracts, building up his skill in the field. This continued for two more years. All during this time, Eliphas bemoaned his lack of skill to Maia, to which Maia often turned the subject away multiple times. This avoidance of the topic of Eliphas' profession continued for that two years.

Then, came Eliphas' first big contract. He was ordered to assassinate a demon fleeing from 'aid,' (which he would eventually find out was experimentation.) and pin it on another demon. All in Wiccallela. Without going into details, Eliphas did the job perfectly. Except for one thing: the demon he was framing, he saw its family. At that point, Eliphas began to question why he was doing such jobs. When he broached such a topic to Airi and Maia, Airi immediately ordered Eliphas to keep quiet about his doubts, while Maia presented a sympathetic ear. A year more of doing jobs like this, and eventually, Eliphas realized he loved Maia.

The two entered a highly secretive relationship, with Eliphas balancing his time as an assassin, a tool meant to kill, with time with Maia, time where he could be a human being. It was... refreshing, to finally have someone. Yet all of this had to be done with utmost secrecy. The Kokushibyō did not approve of their assassins having relationships, and if they found out, Maia would certainly be killed. Airi constantly reminded Eliphas of the fact, while simultaneously ensuring that he and Maia would have time together. This relationship continued for two years. Two short, sweet, blissful years.

Then that day came. On that day, Eliphas went to visit Airi and Maia; the only thing was, they didn't meet at the designated spot. A little concerned, Eliphas visited the tavern were the two normally worked and lived at. The tavern was a mess. Chairs and tables were strewn all over the floor, tankards were embedded into the walls, and glass bottles were shattered on the floor. Now worried, Eliphas rushed upstairs, only to discover Airi dead. After a moment of shock, Eliphas feared the worst. He rushed to Maia's room, only to discover her dead, in front of her bed. Eliphas was grief stricken. After burying the two, and mourning for a very short time, Eliphas set out to find the killer. And the killer was none other than the Kokushibyō.

Airi was the target. She was apparently an old rebellion leader that decided to retire, and live a more... sedentary life. She had decided that enough was enough, and that she wouldn't put up with killing anymore. Yet she still had enemies. Maia was killed, just because she was a witness. Not because she was actually heir to some obscure noble house. No, though that surprised Eliphas. Nor was it because the assassin found out that Maia and Eliphas were dating. It was simply because she was a witness. That enraged Eliphas more than anything. Maia's death was pointless.

On that day, Eliphas slaughtered the Kokushibyō. The only time he ever let his rage overtake him. The only time he performed death on such a scale. In the ashes of a fallen order, Eliphas walked out, a scarred man. He left Tun, never looking back. He was through with that place. He needed something to distract him from his grief. He needed somewhere new to stay. So, he moved out of Tun, and starting wandering. Eventually, he ended up in Erya, but he had many adventures that sealed his fate as a demon hunter.

He originally didn't plan on being such a hunter. After all, he just wanted to be alone. But, ends needed to be met, he needed money to get food and lodgings, and so he eventually reverted back to his old trade: assassination. One of his assassination targets was a demon. He performed the job so well, the client recommended him to another. And another. The process repeated, until people started coming to Eliphas only for hunting demons. Thus, he became a demon hunter.

Almost a year has passed since being labelled a demon hunter. Eliphas has grown proficient in hunting demons; his skills as a hunter of sentients only supporting his profession, experience teaching him the ways of his prey. He now loathes such jobs, yet he can't quit such activities- its all hes ever known. So he drowns his muted grief in blood.

Relationships; N/A; he left Tun to isolate himself from old relationships.
Other:
Alignment: Many might see him as evil, or sometimes neutral. Neutral is closer to the mark, though he is from time to time motivated to do good things for others.

Handedness: Eliphas is mainly left handed, though many would say he was ambidextrous; however, this seeming ease of both hands comes from a lifetime of training.

Soviet Panda · Sep 11, 2019

full name; Chi Ran
preferred name; Chi, or Ran, doesn't matter to him.
age; 257
gender; Male
sexuality; Hetero
role; Demon
kingdom; Rhaeclya

height; 7'3"
hair; Long white hair that easily reaches past his waste
eyes; A feral yellow color
scars; A former warrior in the Demon War, Chi's body is covered in scars. The most noticeable of these are

A gash down his right eye, the bony ridge of his brow protected his eye. Gash was caused by a naginata.
A large cut in his right shoulder, caused by the same naginata that created the scar over his eye. The duelist was killed soon after, Chi Ran having purposefully let the blow land so he could get closer to his opponent.
Six, evenly spaced and in two horizontal rows across the left side of his chest, caused by the iron studs of a kanabo. The wielder's strength was so great, that it easily matching even Chi Ran's. They could not, however, match his speed.
A large amount of lacerations traveling up his left arm, the work of a shinobi with kama and weighted, barbed chain. Truly a unique weapon, and one only a shinobi would use.

mods; N/A
distinguishing features; Refer to appearance above.

mask; Chi does not hide behind a mask
weapon; Nodachi Katana
outfit; Refer to appearance.

likes; Meditating, animals of all shapes and sizes, his students.
dislikes; People that disturb his meditation or threatens his students.
fears; Standing by helplessly as everything he has ever worked towards is destroyed or otherwise taken away from him.
habits; Chi Ran has a nasty habit of tapping a lone finger when irritated, with him tapping faster and faster the more he is annoyed.
persona; Chi Ran, in his local community, plays the part of wise elder. Everyone goes to him if they have a particularly tough and tell their children to leave him alone, which they rarely do. But he does not mind this, as they are simply being kids, he once held his meditation after several particularly rambunctious children barged in. And to those that actively participate in his dojo, he is a stern teacher, often slapping the arms and shins of misbehaving students, even going as far as throwing a scabbard at a student that wasn't paying attention during one of his lessons. It should be noted that Chi Ran does not teach all that often and leaves most of his senior students and alumni to teaching.

why did they become a hunter; "One should not hunt a predator, if they themselves do not want to be hunted."
opinion of humans; "Such interesting creatures with so much potential. Their short lives force them to innovate and create such wonderful things. A shame they have such a power complex"
opinion of the twelve; "They see the contract, excuse me, 'peace treaty' as null and void. I can understand why they are doing what they are doing, but I personally think there is a better way to go about it."
contract; the human that comes from the same kingdom (fill out when accepted)

background;
Chir Ran was born into the war, that is, he was born while the war between humans and demons was still raging. He grew up training to fight, and was expected to be tossed into the front lines as soon as he was able to wield a sword. And it turned out, he was a natural fighter. He cut down opponent after opponent, each one strengthening his technique with his chosen weapon, the nodachi, a large sword by a human, but when meant for a demon it was downright massive. There are rumors that he decapitated both horse and rider with just one swing of that sword, and that at his peak he was little more than a blur. However, even with his great skills, the endless horde that are the humans could not be stopped.

Since the treaty was signed, Chi Ran has been a free demon, and settled down in the city of Rhaeclya. There, he decided he would pass down his teachings, more as a way to preserve the knowledge than to actually prepare anyone to fight. For a time, both human and demon came to his school, and they followed his example. They were hard working and treated each other with respect. But as the years went on, fewer and fewer humans came to his school, and those that did held a disdain for him and the other students. When he summarily beat a human student who challenged him, humans ceased to come at all. And now, his school is used more as a community center than an actual school.

He has been attacked by Demon Hunters a few times, him still being able to count the attacks on one had. He knew that something would happen, someone would break. And that someone, was Piro. That demon started something, and it spread quickly through the demonic slums of Rhaeclya. Demons, spurred on by Piro's actions, came to his school, the one that had taught humans. A small battle broke out, the students of the school, as well as Chi Ran, versus the angry mob. The students were limited in their actions, their teacher forbidding them from killing anyone, but they made due. Even so, once more Chi Ran was beat by sheer numbers. Until he saw one of his students actually die. That death had awakened something in him, and he used all of his skill. By the time the fighting was over, the courtyard of the school was a bloody mess of gore and limbs. Then and there Chi Ran swore he would get whoever had started this, and end them with his own sword. Lucky for him, a Demon Hunter wanted to do much the same, but for a different reason.

Kipsy · Sep 11, 2019

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akechi tazzikon

"it is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles."

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basics;

[div class=tag]name.

akechi tazzikon.
[div class=tag]preferred name.

akechi.
[div class=tag]age.[/div] 123.
[div class=tag]gender.[/div] male.
[div class=tag]sexuality.[/div] pansexual.
[div class=tag]role.[/div] demon.
[div class=tag]kingdom.[/div] araes.

appearance;

[div class=tag]height.[/div] 163cm.
[div class=tag]hair.[/div] white.
[div class=tag]eyes.[/div] silver.
[div class=tag]scars.[/div] one below left eye; several on hands.
[div class=tag]mods.[/div] eyebrow piercing; tattoos on forehead, neck, and wrists.
[div class=tag]distinguishing features.[/div] horns, eerily silver eyes, and fangs.

[div class=tag]mask.[/div] N/A.
[div class=tag]weapon.[/div] falchion.
[div class=tag]outfit.[/div] a black waistcoat over a baggy white dress shirt, finished with slacks and some boots. [/div] [/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents2"]

mind;

[div class=tag]likes.

the moon, stars, sky, rivers, organization, card games, exploration, solitary walks.
[div class=tag]dislikes.[/div] closed spaces, PDA, messes, reading, writing, complaining, flashing lights.
[div class=tag]fears.[/div] photophobia; oppression.
[div class=tag]habits.[/div] finger-drumming, chewing on his inner cheek, twiddling his thumbs, running fingers through his hair, picking/biting down his nails.

[div class=tag]persona.[/div] often described as "cold-hearted" and "overly calculated", akechi is actually rather compassionate. it takes a while to warm him up, as he is way too formal in social situations, a side effect of his upbringing. in any case, he has certain people he clicks with and certain people he doesn't. he ends up taking things more seriously than is necessary, which is both a blessing and a curse. there is, of course, a playful side to him. he likes to spar with his words, pushing and testing people's limits until they snap.

he's well respected for his confidence and determination, but his stubborn and brazenly shrewd nature gets him his fair share of dislike. quick thinking and excellent brainstorming are his specialties. although he's not very emotionally intelligent, he likes to try and understand what goes on through another person's head. it takes a lot to offend him. however, he suffers from extreme, sometimes debilitating, focus issues. [/div] [/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents3"]

background;

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info.
[div class=tag]opinion on humans.[/div] although they're sefish, discriminate beings, he believes they have the capacity for more, for good.
[div class=tag]opinion on the twelve.[/div] they're making things harder for demons who just want to live out their lives in peace. furthermore, they seem to have no care for humans who have done no wrong. he doesn't believe in their methods and thinks they've lost their minds, going to such lengths.
[div class=tag]contract.[/div] info.

[div class=tag]background.[/div]born in araes, akechi was taken and thrown into a life of oppression. he was sold from master to master, mostly used for manual labor from a young, robust age. as he matured, he became a liveried footman of sorts, specializing in waiting tables and tending to guests. he was well-behaved and never had to make a contract with anyone to keep him in his place, choosing instead to submit to the new lifestyle that was presented to him. after all, where else did he have to go? besides, if he did well, he was rewarded, and slowly but surely his masters were less and less cautious with him, going so far as to remove his restraints to show off to their friends.

it was when akechi learned of the twelve that he began to take a different outlook on life. there was a whole world outside of slavery that he'd yet to be introduced to. demons could be free. they could have a say in what they did and didn't do. they were independent and lived their lives normally. akechi envied them. he wanted that life for himself. in a spontaneous, impulsive outburst, he fled the home of his masters. roaming the land, he discovered more and more about the twelve. they weren't the heroes he'd thought they'd been. not only were they killing innocent humans who had no real animosity towards demons, but they were targeting demons in slavery, demons who were once just like him. enraged, he made up his mind to become a demon hunter and track down the ones behind these attacks on both races before a war breaks loose.

is it so bad to just want peace? [/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div] [/div]

coded by luna.

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Nano · Sep 11, 2019

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谷 [/div] [/div] [div class=headerBase] [div class=image] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=basics] [div class=basicsInfo] full name..............the demon of ichigaya
preferred name..............TBA
previous names..............ichigaya aya, tsubaki, pochi
age..............looks physically 13
[/div] [div class=basicsInfo] gender..............whatever makes people happy
role..............male demon
kingdom..............rhaeclya (born in tun)
contract..............tba
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み [/div] [/div] [div class="headerBase" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding: 7px 0 8px 10px; margin: 0 5px;"] likes. The camellia tree they used to live near, eating flowers, rice-based dishes, sweets that fit nicely in the palm of their hand, pretty much anything that's edible (can eat things such as poisonous mushrooms and rather enjoys the taste), Hide-and-Seek.

dislikes. The beach and salt water (aka Erya), zealots (especially those who go on and on about justice), having to look for things to do, people taller than them (includes a majority of the population, so there's a good number of exceptions), the mistaken belief that they’re weak to fire (not any more than other individuals, anyway).

fears. Ghosts (they aren’t even sure if they exist, but it's unfair that ghosts can do whatever they want to you when you can't even touch them), the creation of a world where they can do nothing but sleep.

habits. Sleeps for long periods of time when there’s nothing to do (their most recent record is half a century), often tosses poisonous ingredients into their cooking due to forgetting that not everyone can stomach it. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content vesseltab"] [div class=scroll] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class=tile] [div class=title] 見
え [/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/lkl631dtnia69gi/Ichigaya03v2.jpg') left top no-repeat;"] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=basics] [div class=basicsInfo] height..............4'10" (147cm)
hair color..............silver
eye color..............gold
[/div] [div class=basicsInfo] weapon..............parasol, sword
outfit..............fc
faceclaim..............yukidouji
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Maecenas luctus dolor sed tortor pharetra, eu eleifend diam fermentum. Cras lobortis mauris eget urna ultrices maximus. Etiam volutpat nisl leo, ut pharetra augue ornare nec. Nam placerat neque sit amet enim commodo iaculis. Donec sed posuere ligula. Vestibulum fermentum volutpat ligula vitae sodales. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Etiam rutrum, mi gravida aliquet placerat, mauris quam varius urna, non dapibus ante nisl vel lectus. Praesent nec cursus sem. Sed at bibendum nulla, eget venenatis lectus. Donec feugiat lorem at risus condimentum euismod. Vestibulum consectetur porttitor mattis. Maecenas congue dui at tortor placerat, eu euismod lorem tristique. Donec euismod aliquet sem, a molestie nisi. Quisque at quam facilisis nibh aliquam commodo. Sed bibendum, metus ut luctus consectetur, neque metus ullamcorper sapien, in placerat orci erat pellentesque odio. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content historiatab"] [div class=scroll] [div class="post" style="margin-bottom: 20px;"] [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/kreatbdbkite9u9/Ichigaya04v2.jpg') center no-repeat;"] [/div] [/div] [/div] memories - pt.I.

How long had they slept for? Was it days? Years? Centuries? Waking up in the cold embrace of a Winter Camellia, they gazed out into the vast sea of white before them. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing. No colors. No animals. All was simply white.

Slowly, they reached up to stroke the stiff branches woven around their body and smiled gently. As if to answer, the leaves of the tree swayed gently in the wind. How and why the tree had shielded them, they did not know. The key point, however, was that this tree was important. Without knowing why, the connection they felt compelled them to stay, and thus the nameless vagrant continued to stand by the Winter Camellia’s side.

Before they knew it, years had passed by in monotony. Every day they traveled up and down the mountain to hunt. Sometimes the prey was small and weak but fast. Other times the prey was larger and even looked similar to themselves, yet the fellow bipeds were even weaker than the cotton balls that jumped about. Regardless, they’d give up the thrill of the hunt to ascend up the mountain to rest by the tree’s side after a long day of play.

The days which they thought would continue on, however, began to change little by little. The more time passed, the more of those two-legged creatures they would see. At times, the two legs would even attack the moment they spotted them. What was it? Why did they keep coming? For the first time, the child experienced fear. Perhaps the creatures had come in order to take away the tree that sat atop the mountain’s peak.

For the next few days, they refused to leave the Camellia’s side, and, as they expected, one truly had come to take away their tree. As their vision grew dark, the last thing that lingered in their eyes was the beautiful crimson flowers that peeked out from the white snow, and a warm embrace that they did not recognize.

memories - pt.II.

A young girl with short, silky black hair sat at the tea table, evidently deep in thought. Growling, humming, and hissing, the girl made all manners of odd noises until she smiled brilliantly as if she had been hit with a groundbreaking revelation.

She turned to the demon by her side and announced with great fervor, “Tsubaki!”

“Tsubaki” raised their eyebrows, “Because I am a Camellia?”

“Of course!” The girl replied smugly. “Ichigaya Tsubaki. It’s much better than what father and grandfather gave you!”

Recalling the days that their old master had painstakingly taught them to speak and read before giving them a name and a place to stay, a nostalgic smile found its way onto their face. When they first met, they had viewed Ryo as an enemy. Now, they could say with certainty that the man was a good friend. That isn’t to say that the demon bore no grudges.

“They’re all tasteless,” they mercilessly spat. Like grandfather, like granddaughter. Their poor naming sense must run in their blood.

Sensing the demon’s thoughts, the girl’s face twisted into an expression of indignance. .....WIP [/div] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class="tile" style="margin: 0 5px;"] [div class=title] 意
見 [/div] [/div] [div class="headerBase" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding: 7px 0 8px 10px; margin: 0 5px;"] why they became a hunter. In exchange for promising them a name and amusement, Ichigaya Ryo requested their help for warding off the demons that threatened the peace of his town. They continued to protect the town alongside Ryo's son and granddaughter until they fell into a deep slumber.

opinion of humans. Humans are fragile existences living short lives. Unlike the demons who live aimlessly, the short lifespans of humans drive them to seek the world’s joys while they still can. When Ichigaya Ryo shared those joys with ▇▇▇, they came to appreciate mankind in a new light.

opinion of the twelve. Unlike most other demons, ▇▇▇ cares little for the affairs between the human and demonkind. However, The Twelve have been arrogantly destroying the things that Ichigaya Ryo had taught ▇▇▇ to enjoy. Though their decades of slumber have dulled such sentiments, what had remained was still enough for ▇▇▇ to feel a great irritation at the sight. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content notestab"] [div class=scroll] [div class=post] [div class=postWrap] [div class=tile] [div class=title] 注
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[1] They were born without a name, thus having no true name. The name "The Demon of Ichigaya" is derived from the fact that they served three generations within the Ichigaya Clan as a shikigami of sorts. During the very first time they were given a name, Ichigaya Ryo named them "Ichigaya Aya" which uses the exact same characters, just with different readings.

[2] When they begin to count their age off with their fingers, they are likely counting centuries rather than years or decades.

[3] Though they are older than most of the people they meet, they tend to treat others as their senior regardless. However, they may resort to using the seniority card when the situation benefits them.

[4] The flowers adorning their horns and other branches remain in perfect condition throughout the winters and summers. They will, however, wilt if they become dehydrated, badly injured, or terribly sick.

[5] At some point in the past they told Ichigaya Ryo to play Hide-and-Seek with them for three hours if he wanted them to help him exterminate a group of malicious demons who were harassing and killing the merchants that visited their town.

[6] They were taught how to read by Ichigaya Ryo, but their handwriting is so terrible that they might as well be counted as being unable to write. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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Fable · Sep 11, 2019

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Chiruka 散花 Kuroki 黒木

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Chiruka (given) Kuroki (sur)
[div class=input]preferred name:

Ru
[div class=input]age:

121
[div class=input]gender:[/div] female
[div class=input]sexuality:[/div] heterosexual, bicurious
[div class=input]role:[/div] demon
[div class=input]kingdom:[/div] Araes, transferred to Erya

[div class=input]height:[/div] 5'9"
[div class=input]hair:[/div] red
[div class=input]eyes:[/div] amber
[div class=input]scars:[/div] decorative scars on back, branding on base of skull
[div class=input]mods:[/div] none
[div class=input]distinguishing features[/div] horns, decorative scarification, brand

[div class=input]mask:[/div] yes (as seen in FC img)
[div class=input]weapon:[/div] katana & kodachi
[div class=input]outfit:[/div] here

[div class=input]likes:[/div] lazing around, alcohol, sweets, evening time, gifts
[div class=input]dislikes:[/div] being pestered to entertain when she's not in the mood, handsy people, the twelve, abusive humans
[div class=input]fears:[/div] being sold off to an abusive master, spiders & roaches, having her horns filed, broken, or removed.
[div class=input]habits:[/div] humming to herself, flirting to get a reaction, lazing around, playing with her hand fan.

[div class=input]persona:[/div] She's a bit of a flirt, though that is generally all it is and doesn't advance beyond that. Perhaps it is out of habit and being what is expected of her that she does this, though she finds the flustered reactions she gets at times rather amusing. It's the troublesome interest when people think she's trying to have sex with them that pisses her off. It's a tool though to be used to try and get what she wants or to disarm or shock someone. This flirtatious manner is just what she present on the surface.

She can also be very temperamental. If someone looks at her a certain way or says something that triggers her, she can get enraged. This is a silent type of rage and she won't get violent unless she absolutely needs to. She considers it a waste of energy when someone is simply talking big with no follow through and it's generally more trouble than it is worth to get into a tussle.

Additionally she can be protective of those she is close to, to a fault. She also has a bad habit of putting too much faith or trust in the wrong people at times. This has been used against her before and over time had made her a bit cynical.

[div class=input]why did they become a hunter:[/div] She won't let the Twelve ruin any chance her race has at overcoming their current enslavement.
[div class=input]opinion of humans:[/div] She has a general dislike of them. Though she is aware of there being a kind few among the race, most do nothing to help the demons fight to restore their rights and just go along with the enslavement of her race.
[div class=input]opinion of the twelve:[/div] She loathes them. It's bad enough to be mistreated by humans, but to have those who are supposedly rebelling to stop this mistreatment to kill their own kind who have little choice but to serve... it angers her greatly. They only make the lives of demons worse with their actions, not better.
[div class=input]contract:[/div] NOTHING HERE YET (the human that comes from the same kingdom (fill out when accepted))

[div class=input]background:[/div] Chiruka was what some would consider lucky given her initial lot in life. She wasn't a free demon and born into slavery, but she wasn't used for slave labor. She had been bought to be trained specifically for entertainment reasons. She was just one of many who was sold to a human family whose entire business was training and raising demon youths for this sole purpose. She was branded with the family's crest as well as decorative scarification making her more like an object to be owned rather than anything more.

She was essentially an expensive pet. She was taught to sing, dance, play instruments, among other things all to please her master, in all things.

She was eventually sold to the highest bidder when the time came, fetching quite a sum for the humans who had 'raised' her. It was really all she had known since she had been sold at a young age, so she didn't understand much of the world and how it had exactly come to be the way it was; accepting it for what it was. It was the elder demons of the household of her master that told her of how demons used to live as they would tell stories and reminiscent.

Overall the household she was owned by wasn't the worst. She was given pretty things and gifts when her master would dote upon her and he had no sexual interest in her since he was an elder man. He was simply lonely and so she kept him company and even cared for him till his death. Her ownership went to her master's heir who used and abused her as a way to relieve stress; however he pleased.

Thankfully his wife eventually sold her to a business owner who owned various properties focused on entertainment. There was the theater for burlesque, a bar for cabaret, and even a brothel.
She had been lucky and mostly only had to do the burlesque or cabaret shows, though there were a few terrifying times she had been told of a customers interest in her being sent to the brothel.
She was nearly sent there too, but the Twelve had come and slaughtered everyone; human and demon.

She and the others who worked for the owner had to clean up the mess that had been left behind. She'd never felt so sick in her life or furious. It was hard enough to survive in this world and she was lucky she hadn't had a harder life, the demons who were forced into this didn't have a choice and yet they were killed by their own without mercy. While she could understand the pain and anger of being a slave, to be punished by those who had voiced they wanted to change this system made them even worse in her eyes.

*Losing the brothel was a heavy loss for the owner and he ended up sending Chiruka and a few others to a distant family member to help cover the costs of repairing the brothel. While she still served in an entertainment capacity, it was much different from the hedonistic expectations of Araes. She also found herself given more freedom and took full advantage of this change. But the Twelve appeared here as well. While they didn't attack the business she served, they attacked others and left a trial of chaos and blood. Enough was enough and Chiruka set forth on a path of conflict to stop them from ruining more lives.[/div]

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koala · Sep 12, 2019

[div class=container][div class=row] [div class=left][div class=box][div class=boxscroll1][div class=boxscroll2] NAME | Kino of the Taheton Tribe PREFERRED | Kino AGE | 169 GENDER | Male ORIENTATION | Pansexual, male leaning ROLE | Demon KINGDOM | Rhaeclya [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=mid][div class=title]KINO[/div] [div class=midbox][div class=content][div class=contentscroll1][div class=contentscroll2][div class=header]APPEARANCE INFO.[/div] RACE | Cat Demon HEIGHT | 5'9" HAIR | Dark brown EYES | Gold with cat-like slits SCARS | Marks on his neck, wrists, and ankles that make it look like he was tied up for a long time MODS | Two small, gold hoops on his left ear; one gold hoop on his right DISTINGUISHING FEATURES | Cat ears, long fluffy tail, streaks on his cheeks, sharp canines, sharp nails [div class=header]HUNTING INFO.[/div] MASK | Mask WEAPON | #3 OUTFIT | His everyday outfit is as seen on his photo with long sleeves, long pants, and a scarf to hide his scars. His hunting outfit consists of his same black scarf, but his outfit is not as loose to allow him more movement fluidity and he doesn't wear shoes. [div class=header]PERSONALITY INFO.[/div] LIKES | reading, books, learning, napping, nature, running, climbing, fish DISLIKES | vegetables, cramped places, large bodies of water, big fires FEARS | drowning, being alone, becoming a pet again HABITS | swishes his tail around a lot PERSONA | Though easily frustrated, Kino is also an easy enough demon to get along with. He has a thirst for knowledge and milks any situation that can teach him something new. While tries to put on a tough face, it's literally impossible for him to hide how he feels. The way his ears and tail may droop or perk up are key indicators of his emotions, and he strongly hates that about himself. His cat attributes make him extremely self-conscious of his appearance and he's well aware of how rare he is. This makes him constantly on edge--unless he's napping or sleeping--and he tries to keep his head down wherever he goes. When he becomes comfortable enough with someone, Kino can be a fussy person and at times, a pushover. [div class=header]DEMON INFO.[/div] WHY DID KINO BECOME A HUNTER? | The Twelve annihilated his tribe for sympathizing with a human traveler. Him becoming a hunter is partially due to revenge and partially due to his desire to prevent other demons from losing their loved ones. OPINION ON HUMANS | Initially, he had no true opinion of humans because he was part of an isolated, nomadic tribe. His natural fear and distaste came from stories from the elders. After being forced to flee for the main city, he developed his own opinion on them and though hate is too strong of a word , he strongly dislikes them. That dislike also spawns from fear, however, he’d never admit it. OPINION ON THE TWELVE | He hates them and finds their methods too aggressive and violent m. CONTRACT | Yamato

ukiiyo [div class=header]BACKGROUND INFO.[/div] Kino was born in the Taheton Tribe, located in the Kingdom of Rhaeclya. His tribe was nomadic so they never stayed in one place for too long. The constant moving became even more prominent whenever demon hunters started to spawn within the kingdom. While it made everyone uneasy, they were still quicker and always one step ahead of the hunters so they never lost anyone. However, their good luck soon ran out when a human stumbled upon them. The human was injured and the Taheton Tribe felt pity for her. Kino, especially, was rather curious of the human since he'd never come across one before up close. He'd only ever watched them from afar so the exposure was all new to him. Little did they know that the human had attracted some unwelcomed visitors, which Kino would learn were affiliated with "The Twelve." After witnessing the slaughter of his entire tribe, Kino managed to escape with only minor injuries. He fled for the city in hopes of finding help. Instead, he found himself becoming a "pet" for one of the wealthier families. They mainly used him for entertaining guests and kept him collared and leashed at all hours of the day. This lasted a couple years before they too were targeted by The Twelve, rendering Kino's contract null. Once free, Kino remained in the shadows and absorbed any and all information he could about the demon terrorists. [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [class=container] min-width: 300px; max-width: 595px; min-height: 395px; margin: auto; background: white; [/class] [class=row] display: flex; flex-direction: row; [/class] [class=left] width: 205px; height: 300px; background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/a2/1a/17a21a857ad9f545cc62c21ce9465ade.jpg); background-size: cover; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/2825.png), auto; [/class] [class=mid] width: 380px; height: 300px; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/gp0bPbJ.jpg); background-size: 100%; background-position: 0px -10px; margin-left: 5px; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/2825.png), auto; [/class] [class name=box state=hover] opacity: .8; [/class] [class=box] background: black; color: white; opacity: 0; max-width: 195px; height: 290px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; transition-duration: 1s; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; [/class] [class=boxscroll1] height: 290px; width: 215px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=boxscroll2] margin-right: 15px; padding: 5px; [/class] [class=midbox] height: 300px; width: 380px; background: white; display: none; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/2825.png), auto; [/class] [script class=mid on=click] slideToggle 800 midbox hide title hide subtitle [/script] [class=content] height: 300px; width: 380px; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; overflow: hidden; white-space: pre-line; [/class] [class=contentscroll1] height: 300px; width: 400px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=contentscroll2] margin-right: 15px; padding: 5px; [/class] [class=title] color: white; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #FFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 120px; background: black; opacity: 0.8; [/class] [class=header] background: black; color: white; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 100%; height: 30px; font-size: 18px; top: 0px; position: sticky; margin-top: -10px; padding-left: 5px; [/class]

koala · Sep 13, 2019

[div class=container][div class=row] [div class=left][div class=box][div class=boxscroll1][div class=boxscroll2] NAME | Hada Sayuri AGE | 21 GENDER | Cisfemale ORIENTATION | Bicurious ROLE | Huntress KINGDOM | Niraeth [/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=mid][div class=title]SAYURI[/div] [div class=midbox][div class=content][div class=contentscroll1][div class=contentscroll2][div class=header]APPEARANCE INFO.[/div] FC | Mumei/Hozumi HEIGHT | 5'3” HAIR | Brown EYES | Auburn SCARS | Few minor scars from cuts. MODS | N/A [div class=header]HUNTING INFO.[/div] MASK | A white rabbit mask with red and black accents. WEAPONS | Two guns and a blade to finish off the dirty work. OUTFIT | Hunting + headband - The headband is what she would have to wear during her Bell Dance performance; Casual - The bottom of her Okobo sandals have a protective cover that can be removed to reveal sharp blades. Her pigtails are tied with ribbons that have small bells on the end. [div class=header]PERSONALITY INFO.[/div] LIKES | people playing hard to get, sweets, bread, apples, toys DISLIKES | her clothes being ruined, long clothing, winter, interruptions FEARS | death, never expressing her love for [redacted] (future), demons that eat people HABITS | walking around with only bandages around her chest, playing kendama everywhere she goes, sucking on candy PERSONA | Sayuri does whatever she wants as long as it pleases her in some way. Her enjoyment of pain fuels her sadomasochistic tendencies. She’s often known for becoming obsessive over people who have crossed her path, whether positively or negatively. When someone triggers her masochistic side, she’ll often blush and turn into a fan girl. When a demon triggers her sadistic side, she tends to go into a blood-lust rage and will violently kill her target. It is important to note that Sayuri strongly hates demons. She is usually easy-going and has a friendly smile on her face even around those she hates. [div class=header]HUNTER INFO.[/div] WHY DID SAYURI BECOME A HUNTER? | Her brother become one and she idolized him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t come home once since leaving so she decided to search for him the best way possible. OPINION ON DEMONS | Sayuri is a strong believer that all demons are bad and she hates all of them. Her optimistic behavior contradicts her beliefs, however. OPINION ON THE TWELVE | They’re proof that demons are evil. All she wants to do is kill them all. CONTRACT | Enma

Phayne [div class=header]BACKGROUND INFO.[/div] Sayuri was born on the outskirts of Niraeth’s main capital in a village called Elmira. The Hada family was a prominent family in the town due to its familial art—the Bell Dance—that was passed down for generations to the eldest child. For Sayuri’s generation, this was her brother of 9 years. Though the gods were believed to have been long gone in the area, the Hada family maintained its quarterly tradition of dancing to appease Them since it was their duty as shrine protectors. At the start of each season, Sayuri got to witness her brother’s performance. Unfortunately, he left to become a demon hunter 12 years ago much to her parents dismay. This forced the priesthood onto Sayuri when she was only 9 years old. Upon reaching the age of 15, she too grew tired of her family’s outdated traditions. The popularity of demon hunters had begun to dominate human culture in all the kingdoms. Sayuri was eager to leave her home as well as find her brother. Sai, her brother, was also more open to meeting with her even though he was against her becoming a hunter. Nonetheless, Sayuri arrived at their meeting location and everything changed. Sai was being eaten by a demon who’d apparently developed a taste for human flesh. The demon was probably insane, but that didn’t matter to her. Sayuri was so shaken and in shock that she went into a blood lust rage and killed the demon. Her brother, who was barely holding onto his life, handed her his two guns before passing. Now Sayuri uses them as her own weapons. [/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [class=container] min-width: 300px; max-width: 595px; min-height: 395px; margin: auto; background: white; [/class] [class=row] display: flex; flex-direction: row; [/class] [class=left] width: 205px; height: 300px; background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bb/a3/6f/bba36fd41c92020629f21108bfc13ca3.jpg); background-size: cover; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/2825.png), auto; [/class] [class=mid] width: 380px; height: 300px; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/LETpwXA.jpg); background-size: cover; margin-left: 5px; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/2825.png), auto; [/class] [class name=box state=hover] opacity: .8; [/class] [class=box] background: black; color: white; opacity: 0; max-width: 195px; height: 290px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; transition-duration: 1s; text-align: center; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-line; [/class] [class=boxscroll1] height: 290px; width: 215px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=boxscroll2] margin-right: 15px; padding: 5px; [/class] [class=midbox] height: 300px; width: 380px; background: white; display: none; cursor: url(http://www.rw-designer.com/cursor-view/2825.png), auto; [/class] [script class=mid on=click] slideToggle 800 midbox hide title hide subtitle [/script] [class=content] height: 300px; width: 380px; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; overflow: hidden; white-space: pre-line; [/class] [class=contentscroll1] height: 300px; width: 400px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=contentscroll2] margin-right: 15px; padding: 5px; [/class] [class=title] color: white; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px #FFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 120px; background: black; opacity: 0.8; [/class] [class=header] background: black; color: white; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 100%; height: 30px; font-size: 18px; top: 0px; position: sticky; margin-top: -10px; padding-left: 5px; [/class]

OSWonder · Sep 16, 2019

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pretty child, does it hurt when you bleed?

hush, now, stand up and grit your teeth

because you are a weapon

and weapons don't weep

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[div class=tag]full name[/div] Ouki Ten-Ryuu | The Blue Dragon of Nanra

[div class=tag]preferred name[/div] Ryuu

[div class=tag]age[/div] 133

[div class=tag]gender[/div] Male

[div class=tag]sexuality[/div] Homosexual

[div class=tag]role[/div] Male Demon

[div class=tag]kingdom[/div] Wicalella (Originally Rhaeclya)

[div class=title]appearance[/div]
[div class=tag]height[/div] 6'3"

[div class=tag]hair[/div] Blue

[div class=tag]eyes [/div] Dark Amber (Usual) | Bright Gold (When Agitated/Excited)

[div class=tag]scars [/div] Long gashes stretching from his hips to his shoulder blades and the nape of his neck.

[div class=tag]mods [/div] Black flowers tattooed across his back to hide above mentioned scars.

[div class=tag]distinguishing features [/div] Two long, sharp horns + a small tear-drop shaped gem on his forehead. | Jagged, elf-like ears. | Patches of glittering blue scales on his arms, legs & torso.

[/div] [/div] [div class="content content02"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]PERSONA[/div] [div class=tag]likes[/div] Freedom | Fighting | Starry Nights & Scenic Views | Chinese Chess | Snakes | Sweet Tea | People Who Think Out Of The Box Or Are Simply Just Un-Ordinary And Intriguing

[div class=tag]dislikes[/div] Captivity | Arrogance Combined With Ignorance | Boredom | Humanity | Looks From People ⁠— Don't Ask Him What Kind, He'd Only Answer That It's The Kind He Doesn't Like | People Touching His Things

[div class=tag]fears[/div] His First Master & Being Owned By Men Like Him | Feeling Powerless | Critters & Insects (Mildly) | Excessive Heat (Literally Drives Him Mad)

[div class=tag]habits[/div] Will Start To Rock His Chair Back & Forth After At Most Five Minutes Of Sitting Still | Stares Uncomfortably Long At People

[div class=tag]personality[/div] The whispers on the street go that the Blue Dragon is ruthless without a shred of mercy and cruel beyond the understanding of normal men. They say that his heart is as cold and twisted as his face is beautiful, that he is a beguiling schemer true to the stereotypes of his kind. A wild beast, a psychotic killer, who would wreak havoc upon all that come into his sights if it were not for the tight leash of his master.

While that may all hold truth, that persona is a smaller part of Ryuu than one might expect, forged to protect himself through the years of bitter fights and painful punishments in his youth. Although it had nearly consumed him in the past, his madness, if it could be called that, lies dormant far more often than it used to, usually springing to life only when he is high off the thrill of combat.

Otherwise, Ryuu is a rather relaxed person, whose cares little for complicated feelings and philosophies, preferring to enjoy the world as it comes. He almost never takes on a serious attitude, much to the chagrin of some people, with a tendency to play the amused observer rather than take action. Having said that, when it comes to provoking others into brawls, Ryuu is quite the master. Sarcasm is his forte and the darkest kind of humor is his most adored.

When silent and unsmiling, it is easy to find Ryuu intimidating, from the detached and almost untouchable aura he radiates. Something about the way he holds himself is both magnetic and menacing, like a predator prowling the fields. Yet, though he retains a generally cold-hearted nature and is extremely cynical, especially toward strangers, Ryuu claims he cannot be bothered to be cruel toward people who do not offend him ⁠— and unlike how it may sometimes seem, Ryuu is not easily offended.

Unexpectedly, those who are particularly perceptive may notice that Ryuu is, in fact, rather childlike. Everything about him might suggest otherwise, from his cold gaze to his cutting words, but the hints of childishness in him become increasingly obvious the more time you spend with him. Having been forced to mature faster than anyone could handle, he’s perhaps missed some of adulting’s finer aspects. The habit of sulking when he doesn’t get his way and petty jealousy over people or things he considers his are some of the most obvious examples.

[div class=tag]alignment[/div] Chaotic Neutral

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[div class=tag]weapons[/div] Dancer , a thin sword with a curved, one-sided blade and Jin , a sheathed tanto that he uses more as a last resort than anything else. He's fine with any blade as long as it's sufficiently sharp, though, and isn't very picky about his weapons. His body and strength are his real weapons, anyway -- case in point, his sharp horns.

[div class=tag]outfit[/div] A plain white shirt and pants, with black overcoats if he needs them. Ryuu dislikes dressing in layers and avoids that as far as he can; which is always until his master decides to host some event or another and he's used as a dress-up doll to decorate his hall.

[div class=tag]why did they become a hunter[/div] He has been permitted to leave his owner's territory on the basis that he does. Admittedly, he also rather missed the thrill of battles and the taste of blood ⁠— a taste that has always marked, to him, victory and, hence, freedom.

[div class=tag]opinion of humans[/div] Rather ugly, often irrational and always full of themselves. Their abuse of him from childhood enforced not fear but rather disgust of the weak yet tyrannical race.

[div class=tag]opinion of the twelve[/div] Undecided. He likes that they’ve given him a reason to get out of that stifling place, away from watchful eyes, and can also somewhat understand their motives, having suffered under humans himself. However, he feels no sense of kinship to them or their cause and feels that they are bound to lose, as unfortunate as that is.

[div class=tag]contract[/div] tbd.

[/div] [/div] [div class="content content04"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title] History[/div] [div class=tag]bio[/div] As far as he can remember, Ryuu has always been a slave. He knows that there must have been a time before that, back when he had a whole real family, because he must have gotten his name from somewhere. But he can’t, for the life of him, recall anything from those moments at all. Not that he ever had much time to be thinking of that distant past.

He was a battle slave, belonging to a relatively large organization in Rhaeclya, raised just for the sake of fighting some other poor soul to the death, so that some bored humans might be entertained. It was a life without safety, for you could die any time you enter that cursed arena, and without warmth, for the friend you make today could be your opponent tomorrow. Ryuu was barely old enough to be considered a teenager in demons' terms when he was first thrown into the ring with nothing but a small dagger and left it with the taste of iron in his mouth, flesh hanging off his horns & more than a few broken bones.

Ryuu’s body healed far more quickly that even other demons and, while that should have been a blessing, proved itself to be quite the curse. Not only was he put into fights way more frequently than others, he stood out starkly in the group of slaves. Among the others who were tattered and gaunt, his smooth, pale skin and delicate features were like beacons of light to those whose eyes roamed them with dirty intentions. And, so, before he could even properly enter his youth, his body was used to earn profit in more than one despicable way.

Even so, the worst part of his early life was his owner. Though the man looked and dressed as a refined merchant, as the mastermind of the gladiator-esque ring, he was unsurprisingly brutal. Refusal to kill each other in the ring meant the death of both. Disobedience to him meant an unrelenting whip to your back, one which he had clearly altered for his demonic victims for the wounds it left never healed, even for Ryuu. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve it but he was always the man’s favorite victim, always being pulled out of the group for some reason or another, even when he grit his teeth and tried his hardest to cater to the man.

The night he snapped was a moonless one. His tunic was torn, blood seeping from where the fabric was cut to reveal scarred skin. He was choking on a sweet ⁠— a pineapple tart, he remembers, one that was just slightly too salty ⁠— and more was being shoved down his throat.

I’m so good to you, Ten, his master had cooed, why must you make me angry?

He wanted to scream. Tear the man apart and feed the pieces back to him so he’d know how he was feeling. Choke him to death with his own whip and watch the light leave his eyes. His vision turned red.

When he came back to himself, it was when the guards outside were already rushing in and the blood of his owner was smeared on his hands. Almost instinctively, he knew that he was done for. For a slave that dared to kill his master, especially when one was a demon and the other a human, in a kingdom like Rhaeclya…

He ran, though he knew, logically, that his chances of escape were low. And he was cornered, eventually, but it was by people he had not expected. A tall and imposing man, one who radiated authority like it was engraved into his bones, stood over him, surrounded by people who looked to be his guards.

“Would you like to be saved?” The man had questioned, as though Ryuu even had a choice. It was then that he realized he knew this man, as a figure among those who had watched his latest fight and had stared at him with a glint in his eyes — not like those who desired him or who wished for his pain but a look he couldn't recognize.

“Name your price,” Ryuu had laughed in response, an odd sense of surrender overcoming him. As expected, the price was servitude. Unexpectedly, as he discovered when he was taken away to his new master’s territory, the man was a wealthy citizen of Wicalella and a fervent collector of talented fighters, human and demon alike.

While he worried for many a month that he would be used for the experiments that his new Kingdom was famous for, nothing came, for the family he now served were the buyers of the finished products rather than the creators. Ryuu was fairly certain that the old Lord viewed him as some sort of exotic pet. After his death, Ryuu stayed by the side of his son. What else could he do, anyway, right? Stepping out of that compound meant being hunted down from all sides, after all.

This new lord sent him out to fight quite often, which he found, surprisingly to his taste. Although he still had a human guard with him to keep watch and restrain him, it was as close to freedom as he’d ever felt. By the time the third generation came along, it was known that the Blue Dragon was a demon belonging to the Lords of Nanra, that he could only be tamed by those of his master’s blood. In truth, he simply realized that, as much as he disliked being a servant, this place was the most ideal for him, as a demon born into a world like this.

His newest so-called master seemed to have inherited his grandfather’s tendency to keep Ryuu stuck by his side, with an added habit of showing him off to others like he was an expensive art exhibit. It brings to him unpleasant memories of being showcased in a far worse-off manner, sometimes. While he has no intentions of trying to run away just for that, his increasingly idyllic lifestyle has been taking a toll on Ryuu — by which he means that he’s been bored out of his mind. When the order and permission to join the Hunters was passed, Ryuu couldn’t have been any happier to be out of the mansion.
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Phayne · Sep 16, 2019

"He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man"

Full Name: Enma, The Shinigami
Preferred Name: Enma
Age: 217
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Role: Demon
Race: Asura
Kingdom : Nireath (Born in Araes)
Contract: Sayuri koala
"Monster is a relative term, to a canary a cat is a monster. You are just used to being the cat"

"

Curious about me, are we?

Haha, I'm touched... it truly is an honor to have someone as esteemed as yourself take interest in little ol'me, after all its not everyday you come across a person who would acknowledge a 'monstrosity' such as myself... gahaha!... Now.. as you could have guessed based on my shambolic presentation.. I am not someone that really cares for appearance nor am I a descendant of someone note worthy...far from it... I'm merely the bastard son of a drunkard... another lost lamb that has strayed too far from home and gotten swallowed by the chaos that runs rampant on this god forsaken earth... though to say that I am simply a nobody is also an understatement... listen well for what I am about to tell you my startle those fancy pants right off those hairy legs of yours... I am Enma! The Phantom of Nireath!.. the man who will force the Twelve into submission...To have them wallow beneath me and act on my very whim!... ha.. well that's is nothing more then idle fantasy, a dream... a whimsical desire of once upon a time... Haha! Now enough about this trivial nonsense... I'm sure a privileged one such as yourself cares not for my past if anything its the present 'me' that you seek.. is it not?

Well then... come in... Come in, there is room just over there, beyond the pile of strewn clothes .. take a seat... oh and don't mind the smell either... a bit of spilt blood and nothing more!.. Wasn't like I was expecting company... no reason to give the place a good tidy... sheesh... just find a clean spot and listen...

Well.. where to begin?.. I could easily ramble on about myself... exaggerate a few area's here and there that are lacking... you know, make myself seem 'cooler' than I really am... after all.. isn't that what most people do with their personalities nowadays? Y'know...over exaggerate and over compensate for the littler things... whoa! Whoa!...chill the fuck down mate!.. Don't give me that look of disgust!, I was just messing around!!!!... Not even I would stoop to such a farce.. Now.. lets forget about all those thoughts that entered that head of yours after seeing me... I can assure you that beneath this messy hair lies a true rootin tootin good lookin gentlem... ok! Ok!.. I get it.. I'll stop playing around...sheesh.. learn to have a little god damn fun once in a while... you grumpy old fart!

-sigh-

Ok. Fine. On a serious note... I don't really know how to answer your question.. aside from blatantly lying to you about myself.. I mean seriously... It's not like I spend my every waking hour pondering about myself, debating with my inner demons about just what type of person I really am or wish to be... nor do I actually attempt to find out what other people think about me either.. its not like I value your or their opinion anyway. If anything, I am rather quite annoyed that this is even a question to begin with... after all what are the chances that the way I describe myself to you is how I really am? You.. me.. and countless other people will form their own opinions, based on a variety of things.. such as ones own interpretation... writing down someones personality is in my opinion a waste of time... you wanna know why?... because people always change! ... Gah.. look at me... acting like a preacher now...

"Oi!, Pay attention!, I did not open up about myself to just have you loose interest already!

Were you not satisfied with my answer?... Is that it?... A greedy little twat you are aren't you!.. Tsk.. fine.. I'll give you an insight into my own thoughts about my personality... not like it really matters... but whatever... I'd rather ramble then listen to you throw a tantrum! Now stop with that childish attitude and be a good little child and listen.

UGH!, Stop with that childish grin!!! It's not like I fell for those puppy dog eyes of yours... *cough* ahem! *cough*. To put it bluntly, I am a man that resides in the grey; that boundary between good and bad, a grey area where the right and the wrongs are often intertwined with one another, where good could just as easily become bad and bad could just as easily become good. I am motivated purely by my own instincts, my own needs and my own goals... In that sense, I am quite a simple man, don't you think? A man purely motivated by his base instincts, untarnished by the temptations that linger just beyond our eyes, then again... I might not actually be that simple of a man... as on a simple whim, I may decide you are my enemy and no longer someone who deserves to be in my presence.... ha.. don't be scared.. its not like I'm gonna bite... hard... Seriously though trying to give you an answer to that absurd question is really proving to be quite difficult.. hmm.. what I can say for sure is that, I am far from your stereotypical good Samaritan, more of a Dark Knight if I had to give myself a label... The man who lurks in the night, fighting crime and saving the blonde haired big breasted damsel in distress without an ounce of intention towards getting a little something for my efforts.., the crusader that stands up for what is right and just in the world... that is obviously my calling in life...

pffft.... Hahahahah!, Look at yourself.. did you really believe all that tripe I just spouted?... God, you're even more naive than you look.. I almost feel sorry for you...almost...

...

Am I capable of love?

What a ridiculous question for you to ask... you silly child... an absolute waste of a question.. you should be bloody ashamed that those words even came out of your mouth... an absolute joke of a question and quite honestly.. a waste of my time... god fucking christ, I could not be any more disappointed with you... shame on you.. don't even dare make eye contact with me... I don't want to risk throwing up all over the floor. You make me sick!.

...

Ok.. Ok... I've calmed down a little now.. don't cry.. Just a little over reaction... Its just.. I had such high hopes for you... honestly... Its my fault to begin with.. expecting so much from you... I apologize for that.. It's just.. I expected you to ask a far more intellectual question... not something as absurdly inconsequential as this... Of course I am capable of love...you half-wit. My love for battle.. my love for myself... my love for pleasure... I am not some mindless flesh-sac devoid of emotions... of course I am capable of the big ol
L-O-V-E.

In all honesty... If I could be scored out of 10... hmm trying to remain modest here.. but I'd reckon I'm a solid 9.8... or so i've been told but that's a story for another day...

...

Wait! Wait! Don't go!! Come back!, I'm not done yet!.. you've gone and gotten me all excited now.. do you really think that I will just let you leave!?!?! God your such a tease... you've gotten me this worked up and now your just going to up and leave?.. So premature... hahaha... don't give me that look... no need to be angry just because I've called you out... your an adult for christ sake.....Now.. since you've agreed to stay a little longer, I shall reward you with a bit more inside info about good' ol me.... however.. I tell you this in discretion... for I trust that a wimpy lookin little feller like you will be able to keep a secret.

I ask you for the first and last time... are you ready to delve deeper into the mystery that is Enma? Are you ready to have your world completely violated? turned upside down, inside out, shaken all about all to simply learn the truth about my existence... to surrender yourself to everything that I am?

I must warn you.. its a dark and crazy road.... Are you sure?... Okay then!, Lets go!

I am a creature of desire, an entity that exist solely to pleasure myself and pursue pleasure in all its forms. My desires fuel my actions and my actions fuel my pleasure. Pleasure comes in many different forms and its sole essence outweighs any other petty concerns that plague this accursed earth. Without pleasure, there is no fun, no life and thus no meaning to my very existence; so to deny me of what I rightfully deserve is to condemn my very being and quite rightly a crime punishable by your death. To even begin to assume that you can deny me of what is rightfully mine shows a level of arrogance that I cannot allow to fester any longer.

I am a beast that shows no remorse for my actions, a monster that see's humanity as nothing more then playthings... possessions to be manipulated with my very whim and to be broken should I no longer find any value in their very being. I will discard those that fail to satisfy my desires, those that pale in comparison to the pleasure that I instinctually seek!. I care not for the trivial politics that try to shape our world, nor do I acknowledge the existence of these ethereal puppeteers that attempt to control our faith.

I am the Cat to the Canary, the monster that hides beneath the bed. Your nightmare personified, I am an entity that derives the utmost pleasure and gratification through the act of violence, an existence placed upon the earth to vanquish the monstrous pest that plague our lands. Not even the goddess of death will be spared my onslaught.. the vermin that dares call itself a deity is merely the Goliath that I must put to rest.

You pitiful human, I feel sorry for your species; mere wolves portraying themselves to be innocent sheep despite the innate cruelty that your kind possesses. Monsters befitting the name, but also cowards hiding what they really are. Truly, your existence is the definition of pathetic; animals who can't even begin to accept what they are; vermin that cry foul when life decides to strike you back with equal measure. What right? What reason? What justification gives you the authority to demand such a thing from me?!

Why the fearful look? Does the reality of what I am frighten you? You view my kind as monsters, yet act frightened when I act as such... Did you really come here expecting me to welcome you with open arms? To offer you a cup of tea whilst serenading you my whole life story?.. Ha.. Really?.. You naive little child, You honestly thought that I would relent and give you what you want?... pathetic, you truly are a pitiful human being... a species of self entitled flesh bags that can't even fathom their true value in this universe. Selfish creatures that care not for anything but themselves.

Honestly, hasn't your kind taken enough from me already? From my brethen?.. What more do you want us to give you, What else can you take from us if not our lives?.. Yet now you look at me with contempt when I refuse to surrender what it is that I am?

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You call me a monster, you look at me with eyes full of hatred. I smell the blood lust radiating of your entirety, you would like nothing more than to plunge that weapon of yours into me, to cease my existence, to snuff me out and leave my body for the crows, Yet do you even know the truth? Do you even know what started all this, what created Piro and all other demons that have risen up after him and will continue to rise up long after? Do you know who created the monsters?

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Well? Do you?

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It was humanity. It was your species. Yes. HUMANS created us! HUMANS made us into the enemy! Into monsters! We did not break the peace treaty! We did not bind others into chain and rob them of their lives! I am only a monster because YOUR kind made me this way! We are the victims paying the price for the crime YOUR species committed! Laughable isnt it! A fucking joke with demons being the punch line!

Seriously take a good hard look in the mirror, go on.. I dare you. Look yourself in the eye and ask yourself. Who are the real monsters? Who deserves to be resented? Who deserved to be hunted and prosecuted? Whose kids deserve to suffer for crimes they know nothing about? Who are the real victims here?

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HUH?! Not talking now are we?, whats the matter? Cat got your tongue?

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Tsk, fuck it. There is no use reasoning with you. You are merely another small cog in the machine, another drop in the ocean. You are a nobody. Speaking with you will not change the unjust resentment that my kind has received and will continue to receive.

Forget I said anything. I will agree to your arbitrary contract not for the sake of your species, but for the sake of mine. Should humanity cease to exist tomorrow, then perhaps I could have hope for a better future.

Capricous / Arbitrary
Enma has a capricous attribute to his character. Without warning he may switch from being the foolish joker to a cold hearted predator; his change often discernible by his eyes. Often times his hair covers his hazel colored pupils, but when he reveals his cold glare it has often been described as a predator staring down its prey. His changes in temperament and attitude often switch on a simple whim and can at times appear to be random and without reason.

Mischievious / Vexatious
The whimsical joker, Enma strives to be the center of attention even if it means acting the fool just to get one or two eyes on him. He will even go as far as to ridicule a person of note just to get a response from them. He can often times come across as annoying due to his mischievious nature, especially to those with little patience.

Disobedient / Anarchistic
Enma can have a strong opinion towards certain subjects and will often times act independently in order to meet them, even if its against the will of someone in authority. He operates in a grey area of society and seldom conforms to the governments established rules and laws. The only rules he cares for are those he sets himself.

Invasive
Enma will without hesitation get in your face. Your personal bubble does not mean anything to the grey haired boy. Be ready to be touched, prodded and climbed upon should he decide to do so.

Hedonistic / Self-Indulgent
Enma often times does thing purely for his own pleasure and amusement. Someone who does not see himself tied down by the rules, he merely acts on his instincts and does what excites him the most at the given time.

Opportunistic / Street Savvy
Enma has an eye for an opportunity and knows how to best take advantage of it using his street earned knowledge. When he see's a chance to profit he will take it. If he see's someone he can trick, he will do it.
"Humanity is but an excuse for cowards to deny what they really are"
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- Like a rat, Enma and his kind were seen as nothing more then pest, vermin that scurried along the street and mingled in the darkness; They were the blight that tarnished the glamorous Kingdom of Araes; a Kingdom that reveled in its luxurious status as one of the wealthiest to ever grace the planet. Yet Araes could never truly reach perfection until the mold that festered in its underbelly was truly gone. For you see, every bright light would in turn cast a shadow, a darkness that threatened to envelop the glistening sparkle of this heavenly island. The governors and various noble men of Araes banded together in council, each drawing up plans on how to rid the city of its human plague yet each and every proposition presented on the councils table proved to be short living and never truly cured Araes of its disease. That was until a young noble lass; barely wet behind the ears spoke up. Her plan was outrageous, sinister and straight to the point. With everyone agreeing to her proposal, a culling was started; the forced removal of the cities 'waste'. It was dubbed as the 'Cleansing' a purification that needed to be done in order to rid Araes of the blight that crawled in its shadows. Old, Young, women or children, not one person deemed to be trash was spared from the culling, the bodies of the damned quickly piling up.
  
  Any young and able demon that had survived the aftermath were rounded up in prison wagons and brought to the outskirts of the island; either to be disposed off by firing squad or sold to those that dabbled in demon trafficking; often sold off to whatever person or organisation needed them. Rumours were abundant about these shady organisations, many of which went onto speculate about what these organizations would do with the acquired Demons. Slaves, Pets, experimentation... all were common rumours that danced between the tongues of garrulous individuals. However the most gruesome of the rumours that floated in the air coincided with a new Pet food company that had broken into the market; its new brand of pet food delicacy rife with the wealthy pet owners of Araes.
- Unbeknown to common men, a world exists in the shadows of society. One where the rules that govern the daily life of those above does not apply. Money and power are the gods that control this hidden realm and it was here in this nightmarish abyss that Enma had found himself in. Death match's, a sport where men and women were forced to battle one another for the joy and entertainment of those that paid to watch.
  
  The initial method of gathering new lambs for the slaughter was to simply buy them off the black market however it wasn't too uncommon for these nefarious groups to simply abduct them from the streets them selves during the dead of night or pounce upon an opportunity that arose for 'fresh meat', such as the culling in Araes and the sale of any healthy demon that had managed to survive. On this occasion, a group of traffickers had happened to hear rumour of Araes's attempted culling; an opportunity that had piqued their interest. These would be traffickers had waited in the forest outskirts, their eyes illuminated by the dancing flames that lit the night sky. Anguished screams and tortured wails echoing amidst the chaotic show that the nobles of Araes had produced; the chorus of despair heightening the sight of the raging flames. It was at the point where the show had began to reach its climax, that the blood curdling cries had begun to go silent, though truth be told it wasn't the screams that had drawn their attention. They weren't here for the ones that screamed, the weak souls that allowed themselves to perish so easily.. no, they only wanted what was valuable, they only wanted the merchandise that would rake in the profits...they only needed the survivors.
  
  The silence that followed the cull was only momentary as a large chorus of cheers echoed from within Araes's walls. A successful purge, a cleansing that would prove useful should the blight ever return to their streets.
  
  On route back to their base of operations It was by chance that Enma's mangled body was found; his body partially hidden underneath the burnt corpse of his fallen older brother. It was apparent to the traffickers that Enma held value, the young demon visually clinging onto the thread of life as he lay on the heap of corpses. The fire that lingered within his eyes hinted towards a man far from the clutches of death, a man who had already spat in deaths face once. Convinced that this body that still clung to life was worth it, the pirate group added him to the collection; bringing Enma back to their base alongside the other's.
- The merchandise, brought to the underground world against their own will were valuable commodities to various different organisations. Depending on the quality of the merchandise, these slaves were often sold to one of these two big markets. They were either sold into the arena; a bloody sport where slaves fought one another under the command of their owners for the mere entertainment of the crowd. At first the fights were simple, put the slaves into an arena and give them a choice of weapons to use for their fight; nothing different from the ancient gladiatorial spectacle, then it grew to a stage where the weapons were random, the weapons used were often decided upon during the day; the competitors either being given a selection of weapons to choose from or having their weapon chosen by random, i.e. pulling a weapon type out of a hat. However as the demands of the crowds grew, the organisers of the fight had to become more innovative and it soon came to pass that these slaves were turned into something more. This improvement came in the form of body modifications. Cruel modifications that were designed to strengthen the fighters overall prowess in the arena; where those willing to invest more into their toys often came out on top. It came as no surprise that these modifications were done by Wilcallelan Scientists, seeking to further their own research into demonology.
  
  Which brings us to the second outcome for many of these unfortunate slaves, the demon experimentation. Scientist who disregarded the laws of mankind and sought to further their own agenda's. Many unfortunate slaves were sold to these heartless monsters, their bodies often experimented on in a multitude of horrifying ways, all in the name of science or simply stroking their own ego. Many innocent men, women and children often found themselves sold to these monsters wrapped in human flesh, their bodies becoming the toys of the cruel and twisted individuals; those that told themselves that this darkness was a much needed sacrifice in order to progress. Truth be told, many of the modern day medicines, ointments and even perfume for the wealthy have some connection to these underground trades.
  
  Enma however was spared the fate of the Science lab, his destination 'The Colosseum'; an arena owned by a shady organisation. Enhancing what was already designed to be a gory display of sport, several spectators stands dangled precariously off the edge of the arena, 'V.I.P' seats costing almost three times the amount, a close up for the audience as they marvelled at the variety of shows on display. Death matches, recreations, gladiatorial games and the like were all on show for those willing to pay the right price for as long as there was blood, the people would come.
- For months, Enma's life amounted to nothing more then the cage he was trapped in, the four stone walls of his cell accompanied by nothing more than dampness and dim lighting. Enma's cage was one among many, the dozens upon dozens of other poor souls caged and held captive for whatever purpose their owners envisioned for them. Fighters, slaves, prisoners who held knowledge they desired, it ultimately didn't matter what they were to their captives so long as they remained their possession and theirs alone. Had the need to get rid of them been vital, then it would have been done by now; their reputation in the underground world more then enough to entice a crowd of willing buyers, even if the purchase was only to garner a bit of favour from them. In the rare occasions where their merchandise failed to find a buyer or meet expectations.. well, they weren't that hard to dispose off.
  
  Fortunate to not be one of the many thrown into the arena that night but unfortunate enough to have witnessed it, the group of unfortunate nobodies turned gladiators were thrust straight into the pits of hell, with little to no explanation as to who or what they would be facing. The first few were desperate, two men and a woman rushing towards the nearest available weapon, only to quickly turn on one another the moment their hands wrapped around the handle of whatever it was they grabbed. The second man was the unfortunate one, his weapon proving to be nothing more than a blunt blade left behind in the pits by the last unfortunate sad sap to have fought here. The audience cheered as they watched desperation turn these once civilised people into mere beast's, their chanting growing louder and louder by the minute as if it were some ill omen; some sort of incantation... and for the rest of those presently at the center of the attention, it might as well have been.
  
  To watch the moment where a man so desperate to survive finally broke against such overwhelming adversary was a rare treat for many. Far more thrilling than a mere fight to the death and far more rewarding then watching a man overcome his obstacles. In a sick and twisted joke, Enma alongside two others were spared the unfortunate fate awaiting the rest, those not kept behind tossed into the arena with one of the more promising competitors; the fight more spectacle then actual sparring. Instead of an actual fight, these human sacrifices were used to display the raw power of one of the arena's star attractions, better known by his current moniker: 'The Beast of the Arena'
- A deafening screech bellowed through the arena, its blood curdling cry causing all those in its presence to freeze in sheer fear. For that single moment in time, each and every soul in the Arena was considered an equal; each life held the same value.. that of a prey animal; pure and simple; their differing stations in life mattered little to the monster that graced their presence. Standing in the center of the arena, appearing from a hidden platform below was a large demon, his hair reaching past his waist. Easily standing at close to 7 ft and with a body wider than most, it was clear for all to see that this fighter was a veteran, one whom had survived many fights in these cursed grounds at the cost of sacrificing its own sense of self. Within its right hand, a large hammer presided; the stained blood of those that had fallen before still present upon it.
  
  Time stood still for everyone; their bodies survival instincts kicking in as they froze in fear; desperately trying to trick the ultimate predator into ignoring their very existence. Though that itself was a mere exercise in futility. This was not simply a mindless beast, a creature of instinct that preyed upon what ever mouse it could find. This was judge, jury and executioner. It was it and it alone that would decide the fate of those scurrying around in its lair. The banging of drums soon began to reverberate through the arena; the hosts of the arena playing up the suspense and helping to return the sense of time back to its normality. As the drumming grew, the king of the arena began to charge its way into the pits; its blood shot eyes fixated upon its next victim, its next sacrifice, its next plaything. The poor souls never stood a chance, heck they never even saw it coming as the monster struck; their bodies almost disintegrating under the sheer force of impact; a sight again greeted by the approval of the crowd.
  
  The beast was ruthless, showing no remorse as it made its way around the arena; dust, debris thrown about as it created havoc, all for the joy of those that spectated. Sadly, the game of cat and mouse could only entertain for so long before it was put to an end; the roar of the crowd exploding during the fights climax.
- At the beginning Enma had tried to fight this dominance over him, to resist that higher power which controlled him, though no matter how hard he fought back he soon came to realise that it was futile to do so. Fitted with an electrical restraint around his neck, he simply could not go against the commands issued against him; the fear of death always stopping him retaliation. The final act of his humiliation and forced acceptance of his station in life was the removal of his horns, the two protruding masses sawed off 2/3rds of the way down.
  
  Simply forced to endure it all as the lingering flicker of sanity that remained slowly began to die out; it was only a matter of time before the fire in his soul was snuffed by the shear overwhelming power that his owner had over him. In the end, he was more puppet then demon, a play thing devoid of its soul.
  
  Like the modern day wrestler, a 'persona' was created for him. A costume and identity tailor made to draw in the attention of the audience and make him stand out from the other fighters. It was also a ploy to further dehumanise these fighters, to hide away the 'ugly' parts that remained. To the audience, they were nothing more than 'masked characters' that fought. Enma's attire consisted of a black bodysuit , a mask and a large cleaver.
  
  Dubbed 'The Shinigami', Enma managed to find his niche in the light weight division, though not as what you would have expected. Despite winning his first handful of fights, Enma was often instead deployed as a sort of 'Reaper' type presence. A fan favourite especially among the younger audience, it seemed fitting that they try to prolong his presence in the arena without the needed risk. Thus the majority of his appearances were often towards the end of the current fight; Enma appearing to deliver the final blow to the defeated fighter. A little snip off the top. For awhile, parents who frequented these arena's for entertainment would 'scare' their kids into obedience by telling them that 'The Shinigami' would come for them should they misbehave.
- One such fan; an idol famous to the public eye had taken a liking to Enma's design concept, fawning over the more sinister impression that his mask and clothing exuded. Rich, spoilt and showing little restraint, she had ended up using her vast wealth to pay her way into getting a private viewing of Enma, to know the creature behind the mask. It also helped that the man presently in control of Enma was a sleazy old scumbag that could not resist the chance to cosy up to a woman of such beauty and younger then him. Up close and personal, the idol struggled to believe the mans claims, she could not fathom how a creature as dangerous as Enma would willingly obey any command he was given regardless of what the command may be. To even think that this abomination would adhere to the commands of a weaker life form was simply incomprehensible to her... yet at the same time it excited her to a level of ecstasy that she had never experienced before. The sheer thought of holding the power to decide another beings faith had sent her body into a state of livid pleasure of which she became addicted to.
  
  Blessed with a pit of wealth, the young idol just had to have a toy of her own and without hesitation purchased Enma from his now former retainer. His owner at first was reluctant to sell his asset to the young woman and had refused several of her initial offers however every man has their price and given enough 'zero's' on the cheque it was only a matter of time before Enma's reigns were passed over to the young idol. With the money he had gained, he could afford to create and add several new fighters to his collection. A pawn like Enma would be easily replaceable..
  
  Brought to the kingdom of Nireath where the idol resided, Enma was given the formal status as her bodyguard but in reality was viewed as little more then a toy for her own amusement, s plaything from which she could derive pleasure from. For several months after her acquisition of Enma, the idol would rendezvous with men and woman for her own pleasure and each and every time, Enma would be forced to bare witness to her ever growing sadism. Each and every occurrence, the idol's dark interest grew ever so slightly, her willingness as well as daring nature growing in confidence the more she got away with it. It was only a mere matter of time before that ever growing lust of hers would reach a limit; a limit that could no longer be satisfied by simple means. Simply forcing Enma to follow along with her ill-conceived whims no longer gave her the same level of gratification that she had become hooked on and thrived upon. It was no longer enough for her, no longer satisfactory for the dark and sinister core that radiated and hid behind that beautiful face of hers. Her reference to Enma as an abomination held no weight when compared to the sinister yet alluring beast that she herself had become. Alas, to satiate her hunger for more, there was only one command left to issue, one command that would answer her hunger and one that would send her above and beyond what her body was physically capable of. This was her climax, her big red button, the final act for the pair of them to play for after such a command was issued, there would be no turning back, no second chance. This was it.
  
  With a seductive look that could kill, the monster veiled in beauty crawled towards the motionless Enma, her pearly white hands slowly meandering its way to the base of his chin and clasping them tightly, pulling his face into her own slowly; only to push it to one side; her face lunging in towards his exposed ear. Her cold breath tickled at his lobe; while the sweet scent of vanilla engulf his senses. She was smothering him and he was powerless, unable to recoil from her advances and unable to even react physically to the icy cold words that slithered past her lips. "I want you to... Kill yourself..." she whispered, using one hand to hold him in place as the other forced a dagger into one of his hands, before she retreated backwards so as to face him once more. Their eyes meeting one another, the idol remained calm and controlled, her hand still clasped around Enma's chin. "....and do it slowly... I want this moment to last an eternity..."
- Enma's eyes flashed open as he watched the woman return to her current lover; the naked pair returning to their bed. Enma's mind was barely able to comprehended the heaviness of that command. He wanted to disobey, he wanted to react and he wanted to escape, but he was simply a passenger to the mental conditioning that presently held dominance over his very being. Unwillingly, he could only watch as his hands clenched around the dagger in his hand, unsheathing the blade and raising it towards his chest; the blade held just beyond his neck. The mere seconds that passed by seemed to span for an eternity as Enma's eyes honed in on the dagger; anything and everything else in his field of view blanketed out by sheer darkness. His senses heightened; the cold bead of sweat that trickled down his face, past his nose and teasing his lips had sent an icy cold shiver down his spine. This was it, this was how his hellish existed would be snuffed out; the dying candle of life that held on inside of him simmering down into nothing but ashes to be blown with the dust. Or so he thought...
  
  Enma's desire to live won out in the end, the moment where he knew his life was reaching its end was the spark needed to reignite the flame of life inside of him; his hands releasing its hold on the dagger as it dropped onto the floor, a speck of blood staining his shirt in the process. Desperation had given him the final push, the last bit of effort needed to overwhelm the chip. Regaining the control he had long since been separated from, Enma stood in the room; his body visibly shaking as he glared towards the two naked lovers before him; the woman who had tormented him for several hellish months and a brute of a man whose face was clouded in the darkness of the dimly lit room. Neither of them had noticed the change in Enma, too engrossed in their own activity to even stop and consider the possibility of Enma renegading on the issued command. Their downfall.
  
  It was too easy.. too simple... these two naked individuals intertwined among themselves, lost in their own bliss... these humans who had tormented and humiliated him were now ripe for the picking, their guards lowered under a false sense of security as they made love. The pair of them never saw it coming, they never saw the silver shimmer of light that flashed against the candle light as the dagger bounced on the floor. Using his mobility and the strength from his arms, Enma pounced upon the unsuspecting duo, both hands clamping tightly around their throats as he forcefully held them in place, a look of sheer glee stretching wildly across his face as he leaned in closer to the woman's face, his mouth now inches away from her ear as he forced her face sideways towards her man. The man struggled in vain, his hands reaching for his flintlock as the rest of his body flailed around desperately, all the while his face beginning to turn a shade of blue as his larynx was slowly being crushed underneath the sheer grip of Enma. The woman was trembling, the icy touch of fear now firmly gripped around her; a puddle forming between her legs as she lay there watching him die a slow death. Enma nibbled on her earlobe, a sign of his authority over the life of his former mistress; the young blonde haired idol powerless in comparison to the creature she had not so long ago held dominance over. Oh how quickly the power shifts, the wounded animal now the monster.
- Straddled atop his captor as she squirmed powerlessly beneath him, Enma could do little to stop himself from salivating at the sight of the now powerless human; the once arrogant form of hers now reduced to nothing but a plaything for him. Beg and beg the young idol did, her cries falling upon deaf ears as Enma revelled in the dominance he now held over her; the lifeless body of her lover laying limp mere inches away. "You once called me a monster" whispered Enma, the cold raspy voice and warm breath tickling her lobe; the defenceless woman recoiling in abject fear. She was nothing now and she knew it.
  
  With the blood of her lover coating Enma, the 'pet' she had once claimed ownership over had now embodied the monster she had thought him to be.
  
  Leaning in, Enma pressed his face against her's, taking in her intoxicating aroma if only to prolong her punishment as well as his own pleasure; the sight of her frightened and defenceless causing him to experience levels of euphoria he had not thought possible. "How does it feel?" he began, tightening his grip on her. "To feel so powerless... so helpless... how does it feel to know that your life is nothing but a trivality to me... a minor detail that holds no importance... How does it feel knowing that regardless of what you say or do... you will cease to exist from today onwards?" teased Enma, his nails digging into her flesh now as he began to tremble in excitement. "Answer me!" Head raised and eye contact made, Enma with his fiery red eyes stared into the depths of this womans soul; the demonic visage he currently embodied forever fixed into the memory of the terrified woman, at least for the few minor moments she still held in this life. One hand around her throat and the other clasped around the bloodied dagger, Enma stared down at his prey, a look of manic joy spread across his face as he did so.
  
  "Beg for your life... beg me to stop this... to end this nightmare. The least you could do to repay me for the suffering is to grant me the pleasure of hearing you plead for mercy, to grovel at my feet for a shred of sympathy to your plight.. for In this moment, I am your Judge, your jury and your executioner." Caught in his power trip, the demon had not even noticed the weakening breath of his captive; he had not seen the light of life vanish from her gaze, nor had he registered the slowing heartbeat that echoed through her bosom. Powerless and insignificant; her death had not been witnessed by Enma, so enamoured with the freedom he had finally regained
  
  In her final moments, she had robbed Enma of his satisfaction; her final sin that would exact punishment in equal measure.
- Blood soaked and adrenaline fuelled and once again in control of his body, Enma fled the woman's estate , melding into the shadows of the night and never to be seen again for many long months. The irreparable damage caused by the mental stress he was forced to endure during his time as a captive has left him mentally unstable and somewhat of a loose cannon. As a means of coping with the severe mental stress, he has developed a sort of split personality syndrome. On one hand, Enma can act as if everything is 'alright' and on the other he may act almost infantile, reverting to a time before he suffered at the hands of cruelty.
  
  The lines between right and wrong are now blurred to the freed man, the rules that govern society are alien to him. To simply return to the light of human society would be impossible for a man who has undergone the mental trauma that he himself has lived through.
  
  One things for sure though, Enma despite all the horrors he has gone through still holds a sliver of hope for the coexistence of Humans and Demons. This hope ironically driven into him by the infamous 'Twelve'. If demons such as they would willingly turn against their ownkind punishing those who already suffer, then perhaps the same could be said for the human's. Perhaps individuals would go against the current 'accepted' norm and change it... perhaos others would not have to suffer as he had.
"Do not deny what you are, we are all monsters by design"

Enma stands at around 5ft11 inches in height and is a well-built and handsome young demon. His time being trained for the arena has allowed Enma to develop a rather tone and well built muscle outline across his body. Born with a naturally fair skin complexion, the majority of Enma's body littered with many scars, each containing a memory of his past horrors. Naturally born with jet black hair, Enma's dishevelled look hides the blunt nubbings of where his horns used to be, before they were forcefully removed, the dark coloration of his horn blending in with the mess. A thick spiked ponytail extends all the way down beyond his waist line, sporting a highlighted patterning that repeats itself the whole length. Red slit like irises the color of blood stand out among the white sclera of his eyes and give him a naturally intimidating glare, further enhanced by the dark tattoo's underneath both eyes. The tattoo's themselves were done in an attempt to enhance his reaper persona during his time as a fighter. Furthering his demon heritage, Enma has dark scale like plating along either side of his body, with the most prominent being along his shoulders. The Scale like plating only covers about 30% of his body, leaving the rest as exposed skin.

Enma sports a large black mask sporting 6 horns and 2 additional red eyes. Constructed of a highly durable mono fiber, the mask retains high breath ability whilst still being durable.

In terms of attire, Enma's clothing normally consist of a handful of colours. Primarily he can be found wearing a mixture of black and white fabric with the occasional gold or silver trimmings on his clothing. In terms of accessories, Enma has a gold pendant around his neck; a chain necklace that once belonged to his grand mother. Both of his ears are pierced and currently hold silver stud's in each lobe. Along his forearms are large golden bracelets that he wears, the thickness and sheer quantity of them inadvertently actings as armguards. His most 'stand out' accessory is the large red gem on his forehead.
"Humanity has sowed, now they shall reap"
“Fear not the beast in front of you, but instead fear the one within”
"The monsters we fight within ourselves are far scarier then those we see everyday"

1. What does Enma like?

- He had aspirations of being a performer. Though not in the cruel sadistic way that life had thrown at him.

- Relieving his stress in any possible means

- His mask. A tool to intimidate as well as hide his identity. The mask itself serves as a coping mechanism for Enma, a means of dealing with the psychological abuse he endured.

2. What does he hate?

- Enslavement, the forceful submission of his kind and the suffering they have to endure because of it.

- Despite how he may act in a fight, he despises fighting for the sole entertainment of others.

- Individuals who hide behind a 'just' cause, but instead commit crimes of their own.

- Comments about his 'lack' of horns. Its a touchy subject.

3. What are his opinion on Humans?

Enma generally has a negative outlook towards humanity as a whole due to the harsh treatment and mental torture he was forced to endure at their expense and it would be hard for anyone to fault him otherwise for some of the things he may say about them. That being said, he only see's coexistence via equality as the only way for demons to prosper and ironically he has been given hope that not all humans are as bad as the ones he has had to deal with thus far. That hope stems from the 'Twelve' whose actions against the oppressed demons has allowed Enma to believe that even Humans will turn on themselves and if that were to happen, then perhaps slavery would be abolished

4. What about the Twelve?

The first assumption that one would have would be to assume that Enma was an avid supporter of the twelve and you would be hard pressed to convince anyone else otherwise. That being said, he see's the Twelve as being 'no better' than the humans themselves. With the power and ability to rescue those from slavery, the 'Twelves' act of punishing them for being weak has angered him greatly. Had the twelve made an attempt to rescue the slaves from the arena, would death have been their fate as well? Would he have died at the hands of a fellow demon?

5. What are some of his habits?

- Enma tends to be more 'open' when wearing his mask, whereas he is a bit more subdued without it. He is working on sorting this out.

- He lacks etiquette and can sometimes come off as being overly sarcastic and rude.

- He will openly invade someones personal space and can be touchy feely. Especially when drunk.

6. Does he have any fears?

- Returning to the horrors of his past.

- Betrayal from his own kind as that would make him completely alone

- Waking up in shackles and chains.

7. Lastly, why did he become a demon hunter?

The Twelve have proven themselves to be inadequate at improving the situation for Demon-kind and instead should be considered as a threat instead. Their terrorist acts will only further the anti-demon resentment in society and give humans an excuse to commit even more heinous acts of nature. A hard fist is needed to uphold a just cause, but an even stronger will is needed to maintain that steadfast course. As a threat to the general populace of demons, the 'Twelve' must be eliminated.

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