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'O C  N a m e'
 'Ryoshu" 

A g e: 74| R a n k:Blood moon rank 4, 4th demon lord. 

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 :
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. 
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