Cleverbird

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have mastered the act of procrasti

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

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The ingenuity of humankind never cease to amaze Kiwaka. Blink, and that quiet village suddenly turned into a sprawling city. Blink again, and the horse drawn carriages were replaced by shiny metal machines. Yet today Kiwaka's eyes weren't focused on the bustling city, instead they were gazing up at the sky; her ears perked up high.

Perched on top of a high-rise overlooking the town, Kiwaka had felt an unease wash over her; like a damp cloth that blanketed the city that stuck to her skin. Yet curiously enough, as quickly as it had appeared, even quicker was it gone again. In her 400 years of existence, Kiwaka had plenty of encounters with vile demonic energy... Yet never had she ever experienced one disappearing so cleanly and quic-

BBBRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG!

The sudden, shrill sound echoed across the rooftop; startling Kiwako and nearly knocking her off the edge. Flustered, she fished the little plastic device from her pocket and fumbled with the buttons. It was a device given to her by a demon who went by the name of Corran Hebi. She didnt quite enjoy the idea of working alongside a demon, but so far he had been on the up and up and had helped her tremendously over these past 2 years. It was a sort of symbiotic relationship, she lacked information while he lacked the muscle. Still, Kiwaka had done the smart thing to keep things purely professional.

"YES? CAN YOU HEA-" She shouted into the device, holding it awkwardly in front of her face.

"Hirata...did you feel that?"

Kiwaka paused. It didn't surprise her in the slightest that he too picked up on the demonic energy and even if he hadn't, his network would've surely informed him the instant it happened. "Ah... Euhm... Yeah... It was strange. Powerful, but gone in an instant." She replied, holding the phone upside down so her voice sounded distant. "Don't suppose you know what all that was about?"

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I'm sadly going to have to bow out of this RP, as much as I'd like to get started, my time has gotten severely limited as of late and sadly this is the only RP where I havent gotten a character in yet. Maybe once things calm down at my front I could perhaps take over an NPC (assuming they havent been brutally murdered by then)

Terribly sorry about this! :(

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I'm still getting cert errors on mobile

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

Hmmmmm

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

Oh! Question! Can regular humans actually see or sense the supernatural, or do they need to have training/abilities for that?

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WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP

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Marcus Brennan

_{"Hindsight is always 20/20, isn't it?"}

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• Name:

Marcus Brennan

• Age:

32

• Gender:

can't you tell by my magnificent beard?

• Sexuality:

I mean, look who I plan on marrying

• Role:

The wishy-washy groom

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• The ever optimist • Keeps feelings to himself • Kind-hearted • Terrible condition •

• Personality:

A little more in depth of who you are

• Hobbies & Interests:

A few in each category

• Likes & Dislikes:

A few in each category

• Other:

Anything else you'd like to add

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• Biography:

What has your life been like so far

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

Hirata Kiwako

"𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜..."

Name: Hirata Kiwako
Alias: "Kiwa"
Title: The Fallen Miko
Meaning: Kiwako "Child born on a border" Hirata "Peaceful field"

Species: Spirit
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Who has time for this?
Real Age: Roughly 400 years old
Age Appearance: 20-ish

Appearance:

History:

Oh why would you want to bring up such bad memories? Fine, I'll tell my story... Just don't tell it to anybody else, or I'll kill you!

I used to be a spirit of a small Shinto shrine to the north. I used my Goshintai, a Sakura branch, to mingle with the people of the village, playing pranks on the children. My shrine wasn't big by any means, but was still worshiped because I was a spirit that could bestow fertility upon the land. It was a quiet, but pleasant existence for a spirit.

One year however, there was a terrible storm ravaging the lands. The heavy rain caused all the rice crops to fail. And for the first time in history, the village was struck by terrible famine. As only a small god, there was nothing I could do.

The villagers thought it was divine punishment. A small sect within the village stole away my Goshintai and carried it to a new shrine they had erected in my name. It was here that they began the heretical practice of blood sacrifices. I wish I could say that I stopped them at the time, but I had never felt such a surge of power before. It was intoxicating.

Their crops flourished, bigger and more abundant than ever before. But instead of turning back to the ways of old, the villagers too became hooked on their newfound bountiful harvests. The blood kept flowing and the harvest kept growing. It was a dark power that slowly corrupted me from within.

It wasn't until a year later that I woke up from my drunken stupor with a start. The villagers, eager to please the Daimyo with a harvest like no other before, decided to perform the ultimate heresy. Hungry for more wealth, they had brought a child to my shrine. Her tendons cut to prevent the girl from escaping, and were planning on sacrificing her in my name. It shames me that for a split second, I did consider what such power would taste like; but thankfully I hadn't yet fallen completely.

Enraged of their fallacy, I enacted my wrath on the village I once swore to protect. I killed and maimed, razed buildings and burned crops. By the time I was through, the once peaceful village looked like a battlefield as what few surviving villagers fled into the hills.

Returning to the shrine, I used what little strength I had left to heal the girl's wounds. Her last words before running away were "Be a good Miko..." Overcome with grief and guilt, I broke my Goshintai; the one item tying me to this world. For all intents and purposes, I died that day.

My case was an interesting one. The corruption was deemed outside of my doing, but they did find me guilty of not putting a stop to it sooner. Unable to come up with a solution, I was sent back as a restless spirit; stripped of my sacred energy and left to be judged anew.

Personality |
+ Strives to do the right thing
+ Strong 'one for all' mentality
+ kind-hearted

- Cold and distant
- Little self-preservation
- Not entirely mentally stable

/ Extremely protective when it comes to smaller girls

Power and Techniques |

• Sakura Blossom - A storm of sakura petals, formed out of Spirit Energy surround Kiwa in a spherical shape of roughly 10m (33 feet), which are used in her abilities. These petals are sharp, but brittle; unfocused into skills, they are more a nuisance than a threat. While in a neutral stance, they move around much as if a strong wind was blowing around Kiwa; they can be directed more precisely when Kiwa wills it (as demonstrated in her skills).
• Sakura blink - Kiwa 'blinks' to a sakura petal, allowing her to rapidly move around the battlefield. Due to the enormous drain on spirit energy this causes, Kiwa can only do 2 of these blinks in quick succession; the first one leaving her pretty winded, the second one leaving her pretty much drained of energy.
• Leaf blade - Using her swords as a focal point, Kiwa focuses her Spirit Energy into stronger sakura petals which trail behind her blades; allowing her to leave behind a 'ghost slash' after every attack, effectively allowing Kiwa to strike twice in one attack.
• Petal storm - Summoning a multitude of sakura petals, Kiwa can throw up a 'smoke screen' of petals in which she and others can hide. Due to the increased number of petals needed to be summoned, they lose any form of sharpness. In fact, its kinda nice and soft to be caught in the storm.

Spirit Class: C-class

Weapon(s):

Kogarasu-maru and Nuke-maru

"A storied pair of long and short blades said to have been owned by the Heike clan in times of old. The longer of the two, Kogarasu-maru (Little Raven) is said to have been forged using the feathers of a legendary raven from the sacred Ise Jingu Grand Shrine and bestowed upon the head of the Taira by the royal family; the shorter of the two, Nuke-maru (Quickdraw) was forged by a son of the famed smith Ohara Yasutsuna. It got its nickname when Taira-no-Tadamori was attacked by a great serpent and it leapt from its scabbard unassisted to protect its master. It is also known as Wither from a legend that if it was stuck into the ground at the base of a tree, the tree would brown and die by morning." - Excerpt of "Historical swords and myths" by Gregory Irvine.

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Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

Yõkai is actually a restless spirit, and since she lost her Goshintai she's now technically one as well. I guess most people only really know them as evil spirits, but they can be friendly or mischievous (Kitsune for instance are technically Yõkai).

But I'll alter that and push her to the character tab!

Yu Yu Hakusho - The New Agency

Nice to see a GM giving such detailed feedback! I've made the changes. And yes, the description of the swords is merely folklore, though I imagine weapons used by spirit-creatures arent exactly normal, are they?.

Hirata Kiwako

"𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜..."

Name: Hirata Kiwako
Alias: "Kiwa"
Title: The Fallen Miko
Meaning: Kiwako "Child born on a border" Hirata "Peaceful field"

Species: Spirit
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Who has time for this?
Real Age: Roughly 400 years old
Age Appearance: 20-ish

Appearance:

History:

Oh why would you want to bring up such bad memories? Fine, I'll tell my story... Just don't tell it to anybody else, or I'll kill you!

I used to be a spirit of a small Shinto shrine to the north. I used my Goshintai, a Sakura branch, to mingle with the people of the village, playing pranks on the children. My shrine wasn't big by any means, but was still worshiped because I was a spirit that could bestow fertility upon the land. It was a quiet, but pleasant existence for a spirit.

One year however, there was a terrible storm ravaging the lands. The heavy rain caused all the rice crops to fail. And for the first time in history, the village was struck by terrible famine. As only a small god, there was nothing I could do.

The villagers thought it was divine punishment. A small sect within the village stole away my Goshintai and carried it to a new shrine they had erected in my name. It was here that they began the heretical practice of blood sacrifices. I wish I could say that I stopped them at the time, but I had never felt such a surge of power before. It was intoxicating.

Their crops flourished, bigger and more abundant than ever before. But instead of turning back to the ways of old, the villagers too became hooked on their newfound bountiful harvests. The blood kept flowing and the harvest kept growing. It was a dark power that slowly corrupted me from within.

It wasn't until a year later that I woke up from my drunken stupor with a start. The villagers, eager to please the Daimyo with a harvest like no other before, decided to perform the ultimate heresy. Hungry for more wealth, they had brought a child to my shrine. Her tendons cut to prevent the girl from escaping, and were planning on sacrificing her in my name. It shames me that for a split second, I did consider what such power would taste like; but thankfully I hadn't yet fallen completely.

Enraged of their fallacy, I enacted my wrath on the village I once swore to protect. I killed and maimed, razed buildings and burned crops. By the time I was through, the once peaceful village looked like a battlefield as what few surviving villagers fled into the hills.

Returning to the shrine, I used what little strength I had left to heal the girl's wounds. Her last words before running away were "Be a good Miko..." Overcome with grief and guilt, I broke my Goshintai; the one item tying me to this world. For all intents and purposes, I died that day.

My case was an interesting one. The corruption was deemed outside of my doing, but they did find me guilty of not putting a stop to it sooner. Unable to come up with a solution, I was sent back as a Yõkai; stripped of my sacred energy and left to be judged anew.

Personality |
+ Strives to do the right thing
+ Strong 'one for all' mentality
+ kind-hearted

- Cold and distant
- Little self-preservation
- Not entirely mentally stable

/ Extremely protective when it comes to smaller girls

Power and Techniques |

• Sakura Blossom - A storm of sakura petals, formed out of Spirit Energy surround Kiwa in a spherical shape of roughly 10m (33 feet), which are used in her abilities. These petals are sharp, but brittle; unfocused into skills, they are more a nuisance than a threat. While in a neutral stance, they move around much as if a strong wind was blowing around Kiwa; they can be directed more precisely when Kiwa wills it (as demonstrated in her skills).
• Sakura blink - Kiwa 'blinks' to a sakura petal, allowing her to rapidly move around the battlefield. Due to the enormous drain on spirit energy this causes, Kiwa can only do 2 of these blinks in quick succession; the first one leaving her pretty winded, the second one leaving her pretty much drained of energy.
• Leaf blade - Using her swords as a focal point, Kiwa focuses her Spirit Energy into stronger sakura petals which trail behind her blades; allowing her to leave behind a 'ghost slash' after every attack, effectively allowing Kiwa to strike twice in one attack.
• Petal storm - Summoning a multitude of sakura petals, Kiwa can throw up a 'smoke screen' of petals in which she and others can hide. Due to the increased number of petals needed to be summoned, they lose any form of sharpness. In fact, its kinda nice and soft to be caught in the storm.

Spirit Class: C-class

Weapon(s):

Kogarasu-maru and Nuke-maru

"A storied pair of long and short blades said to have been owned by the Heike clan in times of old. The longer of the two, Kogarasu-maru (Little Raven) is said to have been forged using the feathers of a legendary raven from the sacred Ise Jingu Grand Shrine and bestowed upon the head of the Taira by the royal family; the shorter of the two, Nuke-maru (Quickdraw) was forged by a son of the famed smith Ohara Yasutsuna. It got its nickname when Taira-no-Tadamori was attacked by a great serpent and it leapt from its scabbard unassisted to protect its master. It is also known as Wither from a legend that if it was stuck into the ground at the base of a tree, the tree would brown and die by morning." - Excerpt of "Historical swords and myths" by Gregory Irvine.

Theme: (completely optional)