[s]Gonna post some WIP sheets soon! Because that's clearly the highlight of everyone's day, right?[/s]

[s][b]EDIT:[/b] Just. Just take them. As I work, if anyone's got any critiques or suggestions, let me know![/s]

Gonna finish this up later; backstories are a huge pain in the ass.

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[center][h3][color=aquamarine]H O T A R U    Y U K I H I R A[/color][/h3][/center]
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[indent]G E N D E R
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]Female[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]A G E
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]17[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]A P P E A R A N C E 

[indent][color=#7d7d7d][url=http://40.media.tumblr.com/2bba53404d75ab5ba0012e3ca48c9e09/tumblr_mxec2asu0A1qf98rzo1_1280.jpg]Hotaru[/url] is lean and narrow, smooth brown skin stretching taut over a trim, reasonably toned physique. Raw power is written into every movement, every bold declaration of war, every cocky smirk, brimming deceptively beneath her skin. Years of acting on the ‘fight’ portion of her instincts has imbued within her a certain sense of confidence – her posture is aggressive on the battlefield and assertive everywhere else, and she typically stands with her feet spread, hands planted firmly – defiantly – on her hips.

Hotaru's face is thin, all prominent cheekbones, angular cheeks, and narrow, mischievous eyes eternally alight with the fires of conviction. A faint, barely-distinguishable smattering of freckles spans a soft, slightly upturned nose. Small lips born to twist into a crooked, devil-may-care grin host pristine white teeth. 

Fluffy, choppy white hair is typically arranged in a spiky ponytail. A choppy fringe feathers delicately across her forehead, softening otherwise harsh, irate features. It's relatively distinct, further contributing to that rebellious gutter-punk reputation she's been carefully cultivating since her teenage years.

She's developed an affinity for makeup bordering on unholy devotion; her eyes are almost perpetually rimmed with dark smudges equal parts eyeliner and exhaustion. It’s deliberately smudged to further highlight that nonchalant, flippant brand of [i]don’t talk to me, shitheel[/i] she's all-but patented.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[INDENT]C L A S S I F I C A T I O N
[INDENT][COLOR=#7D7D7D]Meister[/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]

[indent]S O U L   C O L O R  /  T R A I T S
[indent][color=aquamarine][b]Aquamarine[/b][/color] [color=#7d7d7d]; a portion of this soul is covered by a shimmery facsimile of a bandanna.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]A B I L I T I E S
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[*][b][color=aquamarine]Combat Proficiency:[/color][/b]Hotaru was bred for the battlefield; she's got an unusual aptitude for combat and destruction typically wielded by only the most unsavory villains. She fights with all the rabid ferocity of a vengeful demon, scorching her enemies with an intensity that burns brighter than a thousand suns.
[*][b][color=aquamarine]Determination:[/color][/b] She’d grind every bone in her body to dust if it meant inflicting even a single bruise on her adversary, and she doesn’t care if achieving her goals means tearing down the structure of society brick by dusty brick. Insurmountable odds are viewed as a fun challenge; even the biggest threat can be broken down into smaller, more manageable chunks if you pummel it hard enough. This kid doesn't know when to quit.
[*][b][color=aquamarine]Deceptive Strength:[/color][/b] Despite her diminutive stature, Hotaru's punches pack quite the...[i]punch.[/i] Either she's got a discerning eye, or all those schoolyard scuffles have started paying off. Nothing gets that unsettling battle grin of hers going more than a proper brawl--the girl's an absolute [i]beast.[/i]
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[indent]W E A K N E S S E S 
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[*]Governed almost completely by her reckless nature and bellicose impulses, Hotaru absolutely loves to fight - loves the dizzying, intoxicating rush she gets whenever the adrenaline starts coursing through her veins, loves the flutter she gets in her heart when she think she’s about to die, loves the thrill of the danger - of the possibility she might lose. She's cripplingly reckless, and one day, it's going to ruin her.
[*]Hotaru has a notoriously short fuse. She's immature, hot-headed to a fault, and prone to lashing out and instigating conflict when everything she's been bottling up rears to a head. She lets things simmer, lets them fester and twist, and when the fights and the arguments don't alleviate the burden, she doesn't know what to do.
[*] Takes a decidedly lackadaisical attitude toward academics and the pursuit of knowledge. Conventional intelligence has never been her forte, a fact of which she's extremely ashamed.
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[indent]B R I E F   H I S T O R Y 
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]WIP[/color][/indent][/indent]

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[center][h3][color=orangered]D A G M A R    H A H N[/color][/h3][/center]
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[indent]G E N D E R
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]Male[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]A G E
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]21[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]S P E C I E S
[indent] [color=#7d7d7d]Demon Weapon[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]A P P E A R A N C E 
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]Tall and lean, Dagmar's frame is sharp, gaunt, and the barest pretense of professionalism away from 'almost distinguished'. This lanky physique, born of a preference for sweets absolutely devoid of any nutritional value, a relatively time-consuming occupation, and a lack of interest in food altogether, means Dagmar doesn’t cut much of a figure at all, much less one of an imposing nature. He emanates this unnerving, almost repellent sort of aura - the cheerful sort of defiance that only a hardened criminal or an absolute maniac might bear.​

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His face is molded into lean angles, sharp lines carving out prominent cheekbones and emphasizing his smile. Thin lips usually rest in a cheerful, yet oddly unnerving grin, or wide, unnaturally peppy smile, soured only by the condescending gleam lighting up his eyes. A long, slightly downward-sloping nose partitions his face evenly. Dark stubble lines his jaw. He’s got a striking sort of face, unusual enough to be almost attractive - certainly striking enough to warrant a second look. Down-turned, slightly droopy eyelids hood mischievous eyes, wreathing him in that particularly whimsical brand of insouciance. His eyes are pink and sharp--much like the rest of him--and contrast his pale skin quite nicely.​
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A shaggy mop of lilac hair crowns his cranium, epitomizing the concept of being perpetually tousled. It tumbles diagonally across his face, partially obscuring an eye.
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Epitomizing the very concept of 'cheerful arrogance', Dagmar's voice is a lilting, cheerful sing-song; his cadence is condescending and mocking and all kinds of patronizing.​
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He prefers loose, comfortable garb, such as cotton tops and casual slacks; wrestling him into formal attire would most likely result in mass carnage and innumerable casualties. Hundreds of people will die, and the survivors will wake cold and screaming in the night for years to come.​
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[indent]S O U L   C O L O R   /  T R A I T S 
[indent][color=orangered][b]Orange-red;[/b][/color] [color=#7d7d7d]it's emblazoned with what resembles triangular, half-lidded eyes hooding a lazy grin.[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]W E A P O N   F O R M
[indent][url=http://elwiki.net/wiki/images/b/bc/Elesis_BH_Claymore.png]Greatsword[/url][/indent][/indent]

[indent]S T A N D A R D   A B I L I T I E S
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[*][b][color=orangered]Dexterous:[/color][/b] Despite his lanky frame, Dagmar is remarkably flexible and limber, capable of utilizing alarming contortions in the vast majority of his evasive maneuvers. He's nimble and coordinated, meaning his reflexes and reaction times are [i]off the charts.[/i]
[*][b][color=orangered]Perceptive:[/color][/b] He's got the wherewithal to read the current of both combat and conversations, rendering him scarily observant; very little escapes his sensory range. This includes Soul Perception, detection of wavelengths, etc. Dude's scary-good at misdirection, manipulation, and all-around duplicity, as a result.
[*][b][color=orangered]Diplomatic:[/color][/b] A natural ambassador and an adept negotiator, Dagmar possesses the unique ability to talk circles around most he encounters. All that playful condescension and unsettlingly chipper demeanor has to amount to something, after all!

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[indent]W E A K N E S S E S
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[*]Endurance has never been his forte, considering his lanky physique; as such, he's easily exhausted. Harsh, jagged paroxysms bombard his frame after a particularly arduous battle, each cough ragged and agonizing. His health seems to be deteriorating, though he obstinately refuses to accommodate--or even acknowledge--his frail constitution.
[*]Obstinate to the point of debilitation; he refuses to acknowledge his mistakes as 'mistakes', meaning he's the sort of person that can't abide even a moment's lapse in judgment. For someone so cheerful, he's certainly hard on himself.
[*]Cooperation and teamwork aren't exactly his cup of tea; his excuse is Mr. One-Man show can't have a partner, can't split the workload, because then he'd have to share his spotlight, and really, what manner of travesty is [i]that?[/i]
[*] Decidedly amoral; while he's got his own code of conduct, he's the sort of person to steal candy from a pair of babies, plant the evidence on both, and then incite some kind of conflict just to watch them fight each other. 
[*]Utterly consumed by the urge to maintain that unsettlingly chipper facade that he's forgotten it's [i]okay[/i] to be sad or [i]okay[/i] to get angry. When he stops smiling, it means mortal peril's afoot.
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[indent]B R I E F   H I S T O R Y 
[indent][color=#7d7d7d]WIP[/color][/indent][/indent]

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[indent][color=aquamarine]S O U L[/color]   [color=orangered]R E S O N A N C E[/color] 
[indent][color=#7d7d7d][b]Beast Cutter[/b]: (wip)[/color][/indent][/indent]

[indent]A L L O C A T E D   C O N T R A C T
[indent][color=#7d7d7d] Mysterious disappearances have plagued a small, forest-bordering settlement for the better part of a fortnight; deep scores riddle the doors and chip at the windowsills, frightening the residents so profoundly most of them have fallen ill from sleep deprivation. The head priest has issued quite the hefty bounty for whomever can locate and excise the root of this predicament. 

Rumors of cultish activities run rampant, however--could this situation hold risks [i]neither[/i] Hotaru or Dagmar are prepared to undertake?[/color][/indent][/indent][/hider]