[@PaulHaynek] As requested: [hider=Quirky, Smirky, Hungry][b][i]Appearance:[/i][/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nB4BDCq.jpg[/img] [b][i]Name:[/i][/b] Umami Claremont [b][i]Race:[/i][/b] Homunculus (Chimera Mutation) [b][i]Magic/Abilities/Equipment:[/i][/b] [hider=Umami's Full-course Meal Plan]Born under unusual circumstances, Umami had an unstable DNA structure, rifle with natural, yet recombinant DNA matching that of the known Werebeast; allowing her the power to shapeshift her body into another, such as: [hider=Dial U for Umami!][list][*][b][i]Werebat[/i][/b] [i]The least used of Umami's Werebeasts, she gains an exceptional sense of hearing and the power of flight at the cost of greatly diminishing her eyesight and compulsory shrieking to echolocate her surroundings. So, while offering a great advantage over terrestrial opposition, Umami will general opt to use this form for traveling long-distances.[/i] [*][color=000000].[/color] [*][b][i]Werecat[/i][/b] [i]One of Umami's favoured Werebeasts, she gained improved senses of hearing and smell, but more importantly, sharpened vision at night, and dramatically improved agility and balance. Her body also gain a sort of flexibility to move through tight spaces, and is handy to traverse urban buildings at night. This is also her go-to to be pampered by her sister.[/i] [*][color=000000].[/color] [*][b][i]Wererabbit[/i][/b] [i]A second-best for pampering among Umami's Werebeasts, this form boasts the highest speed and strongest legs among all, affording her brutal kicks and easy means to close the gap in combat. However, it is the most skittish of the quintet, and used more to rabbit, in the ironic sense, if a situation becomes too hairy to handle. Due to her speed, Umami is prone to running in a straight line, and fails to round corners. As such, this speed can be put towards digging holes to beat a hasty retreat whenever possible.[/i] [*][color=000000].[/color] [*][b][i]Weresheep[/i][/b] [i]Simultaneously the most docile and sturdiest of all of Umami's Werebeasts, this form has once defining feature above its kin: her almost unbreakable, curled horns. Though extremely pacifistic in this state, more prone to munch on some greens and vibe, if riled to a boiling point, Umami will plant her feet, and throw herself, literally, head first, into danger with the express purpose of breaking bones with a brutal headbutt.[/i] [*][color=000000].[/color] [*][b][i]Werewolf[/i][/b] [i]Excitable. Loveable. Powerful. This is Umami's go-to of her Werebeasts, as she afforded a little bit of everyone's strength in this canine package; speed, endurance, and brutality, all wrapped up in an... unfortunately... easily distracted bow. Puppy-like is a nice way to describe the drain on Umami's intelligence, and most of her destruction is born of her playing with her food.[/i][/list][/hider] In addition to her Werebeasts, Umami can tap into her unstable DNA to temporarily overwrite junk DNA, and allow her a unique shapeshift via: [list][*][b][i]Chimeravore[/i][/b] [i]By sinking her teeth into her opponent, and drinking their blood, or take a chunk of flesh, Umami can temporarily add a sixth Werebeasts to her DNA, but only that sixth, as her body focuses, as struck by tunnel vision, on digesting that first meal and savouring that first bite for as long as possible.[/i][/list] Her final power is a double-edged blade given flesh and bone, turning her into something proclaimed to be a Baphomet, but called a: [list][*][b][i]Fauxphomet[/i][/b] [i]The wings of a Werebat. The claws of a Werecat. The legs of a Wererabbit. The horns of a Weresheep. The fangs of a Werewolf. The body of a Human. Presenting as something akin to a Baphomet, Umami transforms into a hypersensitive Werebeast of aggression and of panic; a creature enraged by its nature born of fear, and determined to prove its apex existence. Everything is beneath this false, yet [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RK-B8ReVvZE&pp=ygUVc2F2YWdlIGRldmlsamhvIHRoZW1l]savage devil.[/url][/i][/list] Inept at magic in most known forms, and neither classically nor traditionally trained in martial weapons, Umami is reliant on her natural weapons in the form of her fingernails and teeth, which can easily break flesh like daggers, and her superhuman strength. For everything else, there's Ripcord.[/hider] [b][i]Personality:[/i][/b] A volatile bundle of energy just wanting to explode, go wild with playful glee, eat a big meal, and take a huge nap to recharge. Simultaneously cute and crude, Umami is loud and crass, and speaks with the bluntness of an untamed child; be it about her uneducated thoughts on the world or how good her last trip to the bathroom was. However, underneath this all lies a cracking foundation of insecurity born of abandonment and confusion about her place in the world, being in the Nexus between Humans and Mamono - accepted by neither, but used by both. A shaky smile is plastered to her face whenever her eyes are open, but when they are closed, her truth is laid bare upon her sleeping face. [b][i]Background:[/i][/b] Born under surgical lights, on a thunderstorming night, from a wet cradle of unknown chemicals and amniotic fluid, Homunculus Subject C-1019-2014, codenamed "Umami Claremont" came into world the screaming the loudest and the hungriest of her sisters. Into the arms of her sire, she would arrive, and unto the breasts of her carrier, she would be delivered, and developed the first and only true memory of her "parents": delicious, warm milk and a pat on the head. From then on, gnawing hunger would be what she knew best for the longest, amidst the chaotic whirlwind of a childhood full of fun "games" that she played with her sisters, ten in all. It wouldn't be for a long time before she learned what was truly happening. Her playful, energetic nature being trained as a killer for the special forces of Varjo to topple the Mamono Realms, one by one, from within. At the age of six, Umami would be awoken by an explosion and panic, the scramble of bodies and voices, and the smell of blood. The sweet, savory smell of blood. That was a memory of a scent that she would never shake. Attached to that memory, a single impassioned statement, "[i]Run, Umami! There's better things to eat out there! Tastier things! You've a world of food beyond these walls! Delicious, hot, and luxurious meals and deserts as far as you can see! So, don't be scared! Follow your sisters, listen to them, and run! Live![/i]" And, run she would. Away, away, away, from days and nights, until she collapsed in the grass outside a satellite village of the Varjo superpower. A rural village that, despite being in its own hardships, would take on ten children, and do their best to house and feed them in their meager foster care system, until they were sixteen and able to break into the workforce - cast out to defend themselves, and make their own way in life. Split into five groups, the sisters would make for one of the more populated cities and attempt to find work. Three years later, and Umami only knew the stress and strain of endless debt and poverty; her only job being a cleaner for a low-rank faction within the city she settled in. Her stomach was taken to task, as each body clean was credit, but the time she took to clean was debt, and regardless, none of the money was coming to her. It was by the grace of whatever God the Varjans believed in that a Mamono was employed in Varjo, and not slaughtered on the spot. However, grace was finite, and quickly burned up. In a strike of nightmarish deja vu, Umami found herself running from unseen, unknown attackers, as the gangster than employed her to rise in the ranks had flew too close to the sun, and exposed their treasonous behavior for power to the royals. However, there was none to save her this time. No-one to push her into the darkness to run, promises of food, and a tastier tomorrow. It was just a cold fire that surrounded her. Wait. Fire wasn't cold. No, it was the woman that stood over her and her eldest sister who was cold. So cold that the fire froze solid in time, so it seemed. However, she was warm... So warm that not following her wasn't even something that crossed her mind. A warmth like this didn't ask to be followed. You just did. Umami felt like Shizuyama was going to be a tasty adventure.[hr][center]"[color=E97451][i]You look kinda tasty. Wanna be friends?[/i][/color]"[/center][/hider] [hider=Calm, Cool, Clean][b][i]Appearance:[/i][/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/YQY1LQJ.jpg[/img] [b][i]Name:[/i][/b] Ripcord Claremont [b][i]Race:[/i][/b] Homunculus (Shoggoth mutation) [b][i]Magic/Abilities/Equipment:[/i][/b] [hider=Miss Umami's Shoggoth Maid]Born, first, under the same unusual circumstances as her baby sister, Ripcord doesn't seem to possess the same mutation, but one of a Shoggoth allowing her the basic biomorphic abilities. However, her favoured biomorph is: [list][*][b][i]Gnash[/i][/b] [i]"Rip and tear, until it is done," is the creed. And, while wielding Gnash, Ripcord will see His will be done. Born of imagination, bedtime stories, and overhead conversations, as well as the power of Human conceptualization and Mamono actualization, Ripcord would perfect, inside herself, a weapon in that, “[color=008000]can be swung like a baseball bat, with the width of a wooden plank, and lined with pocketful of knives; spinning like a chain, yet cutting like saw.[/color]” Forged of her own body, toothed by her own teeth, and oiled by her own acid, this improbable weapon can cut through almost any dissolvable material, and is swung with a strange combat style composed of deliberate, poppy movements that generate momentum and backing force to brutal swings.[/i][/list] Said combat style was taught to her by observing, and eventually, in person, by a wanderer of Varjo, and she called it: [list][*][b][i]Lollipop[/i][/b] [i]A combat style invented by a greataxe-wielding wanderer, who never gave her name or purpose. Just her knowledge. Consisting of agile, springing movements, using Gnash as counterbalance, Ripcord was taught to utilize her oversized weapon as a weapon of mass ass kicking, and not just as a means to rend bodies into chunks for her sister. By using Lollipop, Ripcord is surprisingly dangerous in single and group combat.[/i][/list] Inept at magic, herself, like all her siblings, Ripcord can generate slime balls from the ends of her hair, and fire silverware like darts - pretending like it's a very esoteric Summoning Magic, when in truth, her go-to is her chainsaw. And, lastly, like all Shoggoth, she can denature her acid towards a base, allowing it to be used like an all-purpose soap and even consumed as food paste.[/hider] [b][i]Personality:[/i][/b] Rather reserved, Ripcord avoids unnecessary conversation - mostly because she wants to reduce the chance of Umami putting her foot in her mouth - and cuts straight to the point. Her serious nature however belies a much darker truth, in that Ripcord is an absolute siscon yandere, and had held her chainsaw at the throat of many would-be suitors to her baby sister. Playing aloof and too cool for school masks how much Ripcord worships Umami's bubbly, brilliant personality, and how much she wants to see the world burn for daring to make her frown in her sleep. [b][i]Background:[/i][/b] From the beginning, she believed she would never know a mother's love or a father's warmth, even when held at the breasts of the mother that carried her, or in the arms of the father that sired her. Born as Homunculus Subject S-0629-2015, codenamed "Ripcord Claremont", the eldest of ten would come into the world growling; a protective guardian of those to follow her. This defensive urge would never die down, even as they grew more powerful in their own ways. Smarter than most of her siblings, Ripcord sussed out their purpose wasn't a good one, but continued to play along for her sisters - especially her baby sister, Umami. Inarguably, her favourite of them all, even if she purported loved them all in equal measure. Unfortunately, there was no pretending when the rogue sect that created them was found, and eradicated without mercy. Awoken from her sleep to be pushed to run down a corridor, Ripcord would be hustled into a hatch - too small for anything larger than a child to escape through. Behind her, saw the woman she called Mother for six years smiled at her once more with an impossible to forget praise, "[i]Don't be afraid to show your fangs, Ripcord. Just like your namesake, your sisters are going to pull on you, and you need to stand strong and growl at the threat. Your stronger than they are, so protect them. I believe in you. Now, go![/i]" And, so she did - never to see the sword run through her mother, only what was in front of her. The winding tunnel that muffled the screams and executions, sheltered them from the massacre, and spilled out into a dark wood. They weren't safe, though. She felt it. Her sisters would pull on her, and she would growl at the darkness, before running them through it with her fangs bared. Eventually coming to a collapse before a rural village as far away as the children could run. That would lead them into a life of realistic peace for her sisters. For her, it would lead to a strange run in with a wanderer of Varjo; a woman wielding an axe as tall as a man and as wide as two, yet swung like it was nothing more than a handaxe. For the longest, she would watch the woman train for an unknown reason, but, after a year, she roused the bravery to approach the woman who would become her teacher, teaching her her self-created combat style. By time it was mastered, the sisters would turn sixteen, and be turned out onto the world. Find a job, or die. That was the way. Deciding that it would be too suspicious to return to the city as a group of ten, Ripcord would split her sisters into pairs; a younger with an elder, 1-10, 2-9, and so on. Separate, but supported, the sisters would set out. Three years later, Ripcord hadn't sight or sound of her sisters beyond Umami, with whom she'd gone into "cleaning" for a low-rank gang. It wasn't commendable work. It wasn't pride-inducing. It wasn't even rewarding. They cleaned crime scenes for pay, but didn't get paid much, if they took too long, and even then, because they were Mamono, they weren't paid at all. No. They made their way via food that Umami would bring in from dumpsters, which she'd process into a paste that she'd split between them. It wasn't glorious, but it was manageable. Unfortunately, their paltry luck was just that, paltry, and fizzled out with a bang. Inspiring PTSD, Ripcord would drag Umami as fast as she could, through the fire and blades, charging through the heat, and into the... rime...? Surrounded by a ring of ice, coaxing fire and time into standing still, was a woman that carried the warmth of the flames, as if she stole it away. As she stole them away. Away from the Varjans. Away from Varjo. Away from Hell. Away from... everything. Treating them like treasure. Like something to care for. Why? Lady Kyoko. Shizuyama. Who was she? Where were they? So many questions...[hr][center]"[color=008000][i]Dirty. You're so dirty. Disgusting pig.[/i][/color]"[/center][/hider]