Kairi Uzui
'Uzui Kairi'

^{P e r s o n a l i t y} :
Kairi is a girl who is known for her confidence and while a bitter defeat did temper the worst of her arrogance, she remains highly confident on her ability to deal with most of the adversities that will come on her way and if things didn't go as easy well she welcomes the challenge. That being said, she is prone to wearing masks to better suit her current priorities and while her actions when wearing those masks are a bit more deliberate how she acted is still of her own volition.

When blending in, she took the role of a flirty girl who is always trying to keep her gossip updated as she quietly observes the crowd for anything amiss. When working as a shinobi, she becomes a mission oriented leader that will ensure that her men gets to safety. When her mask is dropped she becomes the caring older sister ensuring that her juniors could thrive as much as she could. As for the demons daring to prey on humanity, she is their smiling executioner carefully toying the final minutes of their lives.

^{S h o w a S e c r e t} :
Kairi Uzui is the heiress of the main branch of Uzui clan and by extension the yakuza which she is currently serving as its first lieutenant. Commonly seen at nightclubs and parties she is invited where she takes drinks and partying with her peers around Funachi as a rich young lady always looking for a good time. While partially truthful, she is also doing her duty as a member of the demon slayer corps by identifying and silently killing demons that she sniffed trying to take prey of the oblivious students.

As a young child, expectations to follow her ancestors footsteps had been implanted in her infant mind as she trained to be a shinobi under the clan. It is during this training when it would be clear that her talents far outshines those of peers and family with her instructor hailing her as a genius in the blade and a prodigy at being a shinobi. One that led to her arrogance believing that there is no one who could match her.

Said arrogance was shattered like glass when she suffered her first defeat in a duel to determine who would be the next Hashira against the Guen Tomioka. The defeat shattered her sense of superiority that for a brief moment she felt weak. Refusing to stay down however, she soon decided to redouble her training not just on fighting but also with what is expected on her as a heiress of the Uzui Clan leading to her turning down the next offer to be a Hashira in favor of developing her personal breathing style through the years of fighting demons and working with the other ninja and enforcers of her clan. Those years would develop her instinct as an older sister as she finds herself continuously assigned to take good care of the yakuza's younger members. It wasn’t that bad to be honest.

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'K o k y ū'
'K o k y ū'

^{F l a m b o y a n c e} :





✧ 1st Form: Mirage
Kairi obscures her true location by creating a solid reflection for her enemies to see, causing them to lose her true location and giving her space for her further attacks.

✧ 2nd Form: Flashbang
Kairi temporarily overlaps with a Mirage she made, causing a flash of light followed by the sound of a flashbang, disorienting people who are looking for a brief moment.

✧ 3rd Form: Sparrow Slayer
Inspired by tales of Sasaki Kojiro, Kairi performs strikes in direct coordination with her mirages or mirrors allowing her to hit her opponent at different locations at the same time.

✧ 4th Form: Mirror Dash
Kairi overlaps herself with a Mirage unlike the second force, she uses the overlap to catapult herself on a specific direction, allowing her to cross distance in a manner akin to teleportation before the naked eye.

✧ 5th Form: Mirror House:
The strongest form of her breathing style, where surrounds her enemies with multiple mirages that allows her to use to the 3rd and 4th Forms of Mirage Breathing in quick succession resulting in a relentless storm of attack that arrive from any direction. This form while powerful is also one of the most draining attacks ever recorded turning into nothing but a final gambit in Kairi's eyes.

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'N i c h i r i n'
'N i c h i r i n'

^{B l a d e W o r k} : On the first look the pair of wakazashi wielded by Kairi is no different from a normal nichirin blade given to any other recruits. When exposed to sunlight at an specific angle it will be revealed that underneath the sharp edge of the blade is capable of turning clear while the unsharped edge becomes an extremely reflective surface mirroring Kairi's ability to choose how wants to present herself before other people.
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^{U n i q u e T r a i t s} :

Social Chameleon: Kairi has a natural talent of adjusting her impression to either blend with other people or push through whatever agenda that she had.

Shinobi: Kairi is trained in the arts of the shinobi by her clan, allowing her to sneak around and make accurate observations on her surroundings.

Uzui Clan Heiress: Kairi is the heiress of a yakuza and has a wisteria tatoo on her back to prove it. This does wonders to those who knew the significance of the tatoo.

Free Spirit: Kairi had dropped after finishing high school due to the countless activities she partakes in, while she can sneak around with clever disguise she would rather not.

Onee-San: Kairi had taken a self assigned role of being the big sister for the younger members of the Corps, especially upon learning that some of them are actual orphans.

'O C N a m e'
'Ryoshu"

A g e: 74| R a n k:
I will decide the rank of your OC, I assure it won't be lesser than "Upper Moon 6 level"

P e r s o n a l i t y :
“Worry not my dear, for I shall make you… transcend”

A Terminally ill artist who dedicated himself to the pursuit of beauty now with his mind twisted by demonhood.
An unusually joyous man filled with wonder favoring the quiet solemnity of tradition over the loud and noisy bastardisations brought over by the west such as the genre of raucous noise self-proclaimed as music known as “metal”.
Self centred and egotistical,he despises the ugly and brutish but favors the fine and elegant.

Considering himself a peerless artist misunderstood by the world, Ryoshu seeks to make all things beautiful in his own view, to create a masterpiece no one can rival.
No longer bound by the limits of canvas, he now favors more… entertaining mediums upon which to express himself.
His distortion is such that Ryoshu even views his own disaese as inherently beautiful,marveling before patterns of his own coughed up blood sizzling upon the white sands of his sanctum. Allowing his cells to be destroyed again and again even if curing it would be a trivial matter.

S h o w a S e c r e t :(Need rework)
Born in the late Taisho era, the demon Ryoshu was once a man named Takeshi Mori, youngest child of 3 in a wealthy merchant family.
He never had any interest in the realm of business, rather spending his hours sketching and drawing sat upon the veranda with wildflowers became his favorite subject.
His father tried to get him to change his ways, making him work as a manager to one of the family’s ventures so he may acquire the same business acumen as the rest of the family.

It didn’t work as Mori rarely stayed in the store, leaving all business to the 2 shopkeepers while he wandered the city seeking subjects to draw only returning to the store at dusk. Even earning a small reputation doing so.

Eventually after a particularly bitter conflict with his own father, the man left his home for Tokyo seeking to pass the entrance examination and attend the Tokyo Fine Art’s school.
He would fail, the judges deeming his works “lifeless” and “devoid of self” for the Expressionist current sweeping Japan at the time.
Unperturbed, the man continued his works, taking on odd jobs here and there to sustain his dream. Not stopping even as illness took root of his body even when he was relegated to roaming the streets.

It would be until his final moments that Mori finally understood, when he stared at the patterns formed by his own vomited blood, the true meaning of beauty. It had been within them all along! All of them, every man women and child. Alas it was too late now, his consciousness faded despite his mind fighting with all its might…

When he awoke next he was changed, newfound strength coursed through his feeble limbs. A man stood next to him,aura overwhelming in its might, all seeing through its six crimson eyes.
Upon that day Takeshi Mori was no more and the demon Ryoshu was born.

Currently he takes residence in the pearl terrace, a traditional mansion built upon a clifftop overseeing the vast city below.

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'K e k k ī j u t s u'
'K e k k ī j u t s u'

B l o o d D e m o n A r t : Life Bringing/Birthing Blood Arrow (创生血箭)

Unrivaled at range, Ryoshu shaped his steely flesh into both the daikyū and its projectiles. Entwinned sinews became string, skin textured into quiver while blood became his arrows.
Weapon in hand, The demon can target any creature within his sight with night pinpoint accuracy, shooting through gaps no larger than a coin or penetrating through thick walls with ease.

Each shot is a methodical process involving coordination between the eyes on his weapon and his own for locking on to the target before firing. The arrow rings out with a melodious whistle, a symphony sealing one’s fate.

While Ryoshu is utterly devastating at range, he is far from defenseless up close. He may choose to discard precision in favor of rapid fire. Shooting dozens of arrows in a moment.

Should worse come to worse he remains Capable of forming his arrows and using them as improvised melee weapons, parrying and stabbing as needle daggers. Albeit such a desperate measure often always proves insufficient against a devoted foe capable of enduring his barrages and reach his person.

✧ Signature ___ :Requiem– Scarlet Gut-piercer (緋色の穿腸)
Red barbed homing arrows of solidified blood long as a man’s arms yet runs thin as a needle. Flying without sound but that of the bow which fired it.
A move which felled countless foes, upon penetrating into living tissue the arrow expands, rapidly taking root within the body eventually rupturing the skin anew with thorny vines and blooming into multicolored chrysanthemum flowers.
If left unattended, the flower booms will expand and cover the entire person, transforming them into something closer to a plant. Their face frozen in a final moments of agony.

The name gut piercer comes from Ryoshu’s tendency to aim toward a man’s gut as such a shot produces the most fertile “soil”.
Dozens of such “plants” are planted in large pots decorating the entrance of Ryoshu’s inner sanctum.

✧ Secondary ___ :Requiem–Endless Dreamscape Fantasy (終幻夢境)
Exploding arrows shaped like a rose branch, releasing a swarm of petal-shaped shrapnel and scattering about an all pervasive pink mist clinging parasitically to anything in range. A viscous blood poison that brings both death and life as tiny wild flowers emerge from every injury of the archer’s foes.
Growing and rapidly colonizing their bodies if no action is taken.

✧ Finisher ___ :Requiem–Thousand Blossom Crimson Mist （安魂落万花）
Aim the bow and concentrate for a moment before unleashing a singular arrow imbued with crimson glow which ,upon impact, expands into a rolling mass of razor sharp bloody briars homing upon all living creatures in a 20m radius. Tearing apart all in its wake.

Those pierced by the briars find their flesh invaded by rapidly borrowing thorns and are ripped apart from within, their remnants growing into gorgeous encarmined-trunked thorned sakura trees which soon go into full blossom, carpeting the area in snow white petals.

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T r a n s f o r m a t i o n :
Ryoshu’s primary form is that of a beautiful man with jade white skin and waist length black hair, often dressed in white garments wearing a pair of hard wooden getas. Partial white gloves cover his hands as he carries his signature greatbow, empty quiver bound around the waist.

In his demonic form the Archer opens the third eye on his forehead and grows a pair of horns upon his head. The garments partially fuse back into his body, becoming a set of blood stained robes pinned in place by long nails.
When transformed his weapons return to their original form, a series of eyes opening even on his bow.

Should he desire to stroll the streets under disguise to gather more victims or simply for leisure the demon takes the form of a short-haired man of his mid twenties in a well tailored 3 piece suit. The daikyu and quiver concealed as a suitcase and instrument bag.