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Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

Sadly, he does not actually use a metal bat. I'm a bit sleep deprived so if things don't make sense, I'll try and fix em when it isn't 3 in the morning. Anyway, here's my attempt at a Stone Pillar!

"I told ya to stop callin' me YoYo!"

^{Yonemura Yoshirou}

A g e : 27
G e n d e r : Male
B r i e f B i o : An invincible warrior strong enough to be named Hashira, The Fortune Pillar Yonemura Yoshirou was once a small-time Yakuza enforcer prized for his immense strength. Looking to come clean and retire from his criminal roots with his fiancee, Yoshirou's life was almost that of a crime romance comedy... until he found his wife-to-be ripped to shreds and being eaten alive by a man he once called his brother. After hours of beating his former partner's face in looking for answers only to be met by fangs and claws, Yoshirou's screams of rage and anguish were soon addressed by a portly hermit and his massive hammer, who crushed his cannibal compatriot's head with that same oversized weapon.

Introducing himself as Kaishi, the hammer-wielding man explained the existence of demons and even offered to train Yoshirou in a way that could allow him to not only fight demons, but kill them, stating that Yoshirou's body was miraculously compatible with his own fighting style. Wishing to find the man responsible for the deaths of his wife and best friend, Yoshirou agreed, and soon joined Kaishi in hermitage on his path to joining the Demon Slayer Corps. It didn't take Yoshirou long to climb the ranks once he completed his training, soon becoming a Pillar himself after a prolonged battle with one of the Twelve Demon Moons. Eventually, the final battle against Muzan ended in victory with the progenitor of the demons finally being slain. With his goal completed and his thirst for revenge sated, Yoshirou could not help but feel lost. During these tumultuous times, all Yoshirou wished to do now was retire once again. However...
P e r s o n a l i t y
[+]Brave
[+]Frugal
[+]Vigilant
[-]Foul-Mouthed
[-]Stubborn
[-]Audacious
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_{B r e a t h i n g S t y l e}

^{B r e a t h o f F o r t u n e} : A style derived from the Breath of Stone that utilizes the hefty weight of its wielder along with a similarly massive weapon, the Breath of Fortune focuses more on its parent style's heavy smashing attacks. Based on the concept of a "mallet that grants wishes", wealth and longevity are brought to the wielder and those they wish to protect while evil spirits and misfortune are repelled with each of its heavy attacks. While this breath style was originally cultivated for overweight users in mind, Yoshirou's unique circulation control allows him to match their weight with his own beastly strength. Each form is based off one of the Seven Gods of Fortune, and as such its variety in attacks are large.

¥ First Form - Boneless Fisherman: Yoshirou slams his tetsubo horizontally into his opponent, combining his and his weapon's weights together. It has enough force to break multiple bones with a single strike, and can crush or even launch the heads off of most demons with ease. Yoshirou likens this form to "playing baseball," and it serves as his main method of separating a demon's head from its body.

¥ Second Form - Great Blackness: Yoshirou swings his tetsubo in a manner that would overwhelm the senses of his target. With a swing aimed to the face, their vision is obscured by the length of the tetsubo while their sense of smell- and even taste if their tongue happened to be out during the attack- is flooded by the weapon's strong Wisteria scent. The coins tied to the bottom end of the bat also ring loudly, swung in such a way to hinder their ears. A debilitating attack through the use of a forced sensory overload, only the target's sense of touch wouldn't be affected. However, Yoshirou believes that sole limitation doesn't matter since his opponent would be stunned purely out of shock from the pain of being smacked in the face by such a gigantic weapon if they aren't already dead.

¥ Third Form - War God's Punishment: Slamming the tip of his tetsubo forward and into the ground, Yoshirou launches himself forward with a mighty leap, spinning like a wheel before bringing down his weapon onto his opponent's skull. The force of this earth-shaking attack could be compared to that of an entire building crumbling down on its target. While it is a perfectly suitable offensive technique, its true intention is to intercept an oncoming attack with the "judgement of the heavens."

¥ Fourth Form - Foreseen Flow of Sound: Limiting the movement of their body momentarily, the wielder heightens their senses towards the earth. In Yoshirou's case, his hearing is enhanced further. By tapping the metallic portions of his tetsubo on the ground in a controlled matter, Yoshirou is able to create a mental map of his location similar to that of a radar of about a couple hundred meters. By squatting down while utilizing this form, Yoshirou is able to increase the radius by over half a kilometer.

¥ Fifth Form - Elder Pole Star: Shifting his weight into one arm, Yoshirou lunges his tetsubo forward with that sole arm in order to increase his natural range. The most precise attack of this style, it has the force to tear off a lesser demon's head from its body, or otherwise launch his opponent away. While Boneless Fisherman is compared to the sport of baseball, Yoshirou equates this form to "one-armed eight ball."

¥ Sixth Form - Abundant Auspicious Assault: Shortened as "AAA", Yoshirou delivers a flurry of diagonal slams with his tetsubo, increasing in intensity the more times he attacks. While the original cultivator developed this form as a means of delivering a single powerful mallet attack, Yoshirou modified it to be used with a lighter weapon along with his immense stamina to increase the form's overall attack power.

¥ Seventh Form - Endless Cycle of Longevity: Yoshirou spins his tetsubou around his body in an intricate circular pattern, deflecting attacks and increasing his own focus through the form's usage of repetitive motion. The wielder's arms move in a complete figure-eight motion while performing this technique, "increasing one's providence."

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_{N i c h i r i n B l a d e}

^{B l a d e D e s c r i p t i o n} : Rather than a blade, Yoshirou wields a menacingly large tetsubo. It is a mighty war club made of red oak wood that was once wrapped in Wisteria vines and reinforced with the same sort of sun-soaked metal that make up the unique blades of the Demon Slayers. The Nichirin ore that makes up the various spikes of the weapon are gold in color, representing wealth and prosperity as apparent by Yoshirou's mastery over the Breath of Fortune, but also points towards his unbending courage and vigor. Tied to the bottom of the tetsubo's handle is a charm consisting of seven gold coins which ring loudly when the weapon is swung. Such a charm was given to Yoshirou by his master after the completion of his training.
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^{O t h e r U n i q u e T r a i t s} : Yoshirou has a few notable traits about himself that make him stand out from even other Demon Slayers. For one, his hearing is keen enough to where he's able to hear and distinguish one's general movements from just a few meters away, and can even listen in on certain conversations so long as he focuses on one; a talent that aided Yoshirou both in debt collecting and rooting out demons, although he can only distinguish certain things- such as a person's specific footsteps or the breathing patterns of certain styles- within a moderately shorter distance. However, Yoshirou's true talent comes from the particular nature of his body in conjunction with his unyielding will.

Likened to that of an ogre, Yoshirou's strength and endurance is far above that of a normal human as he is capable of beating down most demons until the sun would rise with his bare hands and even besting a Demon Moon in a nightlong battle of attrition. Because of his naturally "perfected" breathing along with his monstrous lungs, Yoshirou was already capable of increasing and controlling the oxygen circulating through his body long before being taught proper breath techniques. Yoshirou's master believes that he was blessed with the providence of a divine vessel or even the lungs of a dragon, but Yoshirou prefers to attribute this more to his "indomitable fighting spirit." This is further supplemented by Yoshirou's use of repetitive action, where he thinks of the names of those who owe him money as well as the amount they owe.

It could also be said that Yoshirou's accounting skills are "top-notch" due to his time spent handling money in the Yakuza, going so far as to manage the finances of his more extravagant allies.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

This still open? Was eyeing this when it was still an IC, but couldn't think of any cool breathy thingies. Had a demon concept in mind if that's still available, though~

Fate/『 』Märchen

Knight of Possibility

Rooftop Chase
Chiyoda Ward

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@Reflection@King Cosmos

Rider took Snegurochka's hand with his less injured hand, bringing himself to stand up, rather proudly despite his injured state. Having met such a ferocious opponent such as Lancer filled Rider with hope that his other opponents in this war would be just as formidable, if not more-so. Even if that weren't the case, Rider still had a rematch with Lancer he was looking forward to as well. For now however, Rider had earned a respite for tonight, and likely a scolding from his Master due to his reckless fighting style, though Rider did not mind if he were reprimanded for something like that.

As Rider began to help the maiden onto Karushka however, he started to notice another presence that followed the two of them. At first, he moved to draw his spear. However, Rider quickly realized that this presence was different from Lancer's... something more familiar, at that. Taking a quick glance behind him, Rider noticed movement. Whoever was following them was likely planning to take advantage of the situation, though thankfully it most likely wasn't an Assassin, or at least a good Assassin; Rider could still sense the being's presence tailing him, and relying on spiritual form to hide is a useless endeavor when dealing with another spiritual being such as a Servant. Instead, Rider continued to help Snegurochka atop Karushka before taking a moment to contemplate.

We're being followed, Milord... not by Lancer, but some sort of beast or familiar. Clearly either a weaker Servant or a familiar of a Servant. Perhaps a Caster had decided to watch our bout? In any case, I think I have enough in me to fight it without the need of a Command Spell. I can just continue on my way as well, but it would be troublesome if it followed us. What are your orders?

A Nasuverse RP (Tsukihime, Melty Blood, Fate/Stay Night etc.)

I personally could use some more Type-Moon in my life. Color me tentatively interested.

Blood Drive (Isekai Survival) [Looking for Two New Players]

If sudden Discord poofs taught me anything, it's that this might be ded. Was fun, everyone. Hope this continues tho

Blood Drive (Isekai Survival) [Looking for Two New Players]

Uh did the Discord die or did I somehow accidentally leave it? :o

Fate/『 』Märchen

Knight of Possibility

What's Left of Hibiya Park Field,
Chiyoda Ward

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@Reflection@Yukitamas@DostHou

"From where I come from, jousting without a horse is already breaking the rules, so I hope you don't mind me breaking them as well! Take flight with me, Lancer! Our battlefield shall be both the earth and the stars!"

Rider's grin grew from ear to ear as he watched his opponent dance across the field, dodging and defending against his arrows with ease. While he had expected to continue their "joust" from the skies, he was happier with this outcome. Surely if they were to continue their bout from before, it would lead to either of them being defeated so early into the War, which isn't something Rider wanted, win or lose. He did not wish to eliminate an opponent who had caused him to react with his strength so early in this war, but he also did not wish to disappoint his Master with losing himself in the battle so early on. Instead, Rider chose to learn as much about his opponent as he could for the night, while having a bit of his own fun.

Based on the state of the battlefield, Rider seems to be getting a bit too carried away. The mana he used to fire his arrows was starting to build up, even moreso now that he was in flight. Rider didn't need to fire away in excess either, having the skill to also qualify in the Archer class container (though his Noble Phantasm wouldn't be a bow, in that case), but he couldn't aim properly even if it were his intentions to; Lancer's remark on Rider's arm hit its mark, still aching from their first exchange of blows. Despite this, Rider's flurry at least gave him more insight on Lancer, namely from Lancer's lack of maneuverability in the air. For sure, Lancer was using a Noble Phantasm to accomplish such bursts given its output of power, but that couldn't be it, could it? Surely, if he were to use that ability to its fullest, perhaps not even the strength of Svyatogor alone would be a match. Rider would need to go all-out from the start with this knight in the future...

For now, Lancer's lack of ability to take to the skies was something Rider easily took advantage of, either batting away at his attacks with an armored fist or using Karushka's advantage of movement to avoid those attacks. His onslaught of arrows was relentless, but even he had a feeling Lancer would be able to break that distance soon. Their next clash filled Rider with anticipation, the strength building up within him ready to meet with its opponent. And soon, that moment came to a realization as Lancer finally intersected with the mounted duo.

"My arms are the columns that hold the Motherland steady, Lancer! Even if bruised and battered, they will never fail to uplift my nation!"

Rider's eyes met his opponent's with an equal amount of resolve, his smile never fading. With all his might and half of the giant's strength that he had built up earlier, he swung his still-armored hand at an uppercut, to once again deflect Lancer's strike. Rider gritted his teeth as their attacks clashed, almost struggling to complete his own, but Rider still kept smiling to avoid showing Lancer his weakness. His bruised arm, dropping his bow as it faded away, was cocked back and curled into a fist.

Are you watching, Milord? This move was not named after you, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Launching his wounded arm forward, Rider's fist opened up to a palm, bulging as it takes in the other half of Svyatogor's strength. Slamming his open palm towards Lancer's chest, Rider screamed from the pain as he unleashed this next strike, veins bursting with blood.

"Vladimir Smash!"

Rider's hand had barely touched Lancer's chest, but it was still enough to slam him back onto the blasted field that was once part of Hibiya Park from its force alone, likely destroying what's left of it should Lancer fail to stop his descent somehow. A defensive attack made with the intention of pushing back all hostile forces, named after a city in Kievan Rus as well as the rightful lord that Rider swore himself to in his lifetime, Prince Vladimir the Fair-Sun. While such an attack with this output of power would normally prove a mere hindrance when faced off on equal ground, its true strength is clearly shown in battles taking place in the heavens, where the aggressor would face both the force of Rider's attack as well as the pull of gravity.

"Your skills at jousting are unparalleled, Lancer! Truly you are the Knight of the Spear! But my steed and I are like the clouds above, and as such the skies are our domain! I don't doubt your ability to pierce the heavens with your drill-like spear, but I'm afraid that will have to wait another day..."

Karushka made its descent once more, staying just above the ground as it made near landfall, as maneuvering through the craters left by their battle would be much harder than just flying over them. Rider could barely move his left fist, though his right was still mostly functional. He used a lot of magical energy in that fight, and if his Master isn't convulsing on the floor in pain like some hobo filled with bugs, he likely would be should Lancer decide that their fight was not yet over. Landing next to Snegurochka, Rider slumped off his horse into a sloppy kneel, a bloodied fist slamming lightly onto the earth below. It was obvious that he was tuckered out, but Rider still maintained a smile nonetheless.

"I'm sorry I couldn't win this fight, Miledi... but I hope Milord is pleased at my strength."

Fate/『 』Märchen

Knight of Possibility

Hibiya Park Field,
Chiyoda Ward

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@Reflection@Yukitamas@DostHou

Taking a deep breath, Rider's smile only grew immensely at Lancer's display of power. It seemed as if Rider's assumption of Lancer's speed was true as he blazed forth at such a blinding speed. What Rider hadn't anticipated was his opponent meeting his charge with an attack so extreme, Lancer's spear ripping through the World like it were paper. If Lancer was capable of making such a charge, then Rider knew he needed to take this fight more seriously than he had initially began.

Karushka steered to the side, away from Lancer's monstrous charge at an attempt to both mitigate its damage and help position its Rider to safety. Faster as it may be on an extended sprint, even Karushka would not be able to meet the burst speeds of a standard Servant, let alone one as fast as this Lancer. Rider knew this as well, and leaned far to the side seemingly avoid the brunt of Lancer's blow, as if he was falling off his horse to the side. Of course, even if he tried his best to just avoid the attack, the best that would come out of it would be Rider's shoulder being ripped apart by that drill-like spear. No, Rider had no intention to try and avoid the attack. Instead, Rider was leaning away to position himself for his own attack...

"Chernigov Smash!"

Throwing a hook with all his might, Rider's fist flew to the side of Lancer's spear with a sudden burst, slamming it off-course with the weight of a mountain flying at the speed of a freight train! Servants were existences that exceeded a normal human so much that even a weak Servant's attack could be compared to that of a ballistic missile... but the strength behind Rider's blow was insane.. To compare, if the energy surrounding Lancer's charge is akin to that of a monster's aura, the output of power in Rider's punch is also equivalent to the strength of a monster's. If Rider had known his opponent could charge like that, he would have done away with his own spear in the first place! A true hero meets such a threat with his fists, after all! Needless to say, the shockwave produced from their exchange of blows would have likely caused the earth below to erupt with snow and dirt.

Laughing giddily at Lancer's "Horseless Jousting" after their exchange of blows, Rider commanded his steed to take to the skies, replacing his spear with a mighty horseman's bow. Karushka leaped, soaring upward as its speed began to pick up, soon flying just as naturally as a bird or a plane. But how could such a normal horse, strong as it may be, fly without any wings?

"Even if you were the best horse in the world, it wouldn't matter! Understand this, Lancer... if there is a limit set, then to us it is merely an obstacle to surpass! To exceed expectations is the true power of both myself and my steed... Even something as impossible as flying without wings or any sort of propulsion is something we are able to do together!"

Rider clenched the fist he used to clash with Lancer's attack, sprained and smoking from both dealing and receiving such an output of power. The armor surrounding his fist up to just past his elbow had burned away from the attack. Attempting to "joust" with a knight such as Lancer any further with the injury he sustained would be unwise for the duration of this battle. For now, Rider instead chose to rely on his superior aerial mobility. Of course, if Lancer was able to produce a burst of power like his opening attack suggested, there wasn't anything, there likely wasn't stopping him should he choose to just charge upward. Taking another deep breath, Rider welled more of Svyatogor's strength within him, preparing once again to meet Lancer's charge with a fist should he need to.

Milord... if you can, please advise Miledi to flee to a safe place.

And so Rider began to bombard Lancer with a volley of arrows. While they didn't carry the strength of Svyatogor, they were still strong enough to blow holes in the earth and cause snow to fly. Rider made sure to hold back on his strength, being careful not to harm Snegurochka with any collateral damage and also conserving his magical energy. That aside, Rider was certain Lancer would be fast enough to dodge his arrows, and as such focused his flurry of attacks not on accuracy, but on overwhelming might, eager to see how his opponent would meet his attacks.

Fate/『 』Märchen

Knight of Possibility

Hibiya Park Field,
Chiyoda Ward

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@Reflection@Yukitamas@DostHou

"Would believe me if I said I was also a Lancer?"

Chuckling along with his jest, Rider's seemingly perpetual smile grew wider his challenger approached, also bearing a spear. Climbing atop Karushka, who stood beside him, Rider quickly adjusted himself before looking at his opponent once more. A knight and a spearman, likely to have more mobility than Rider given his class. However, this only takes into account if Rider happened to be off his steed. Confident in Karushka's ability to keep up with his faster opponent, Rider sat comfortably atop his mount as he met Lancer's gaze with a look of determination.

"Heroic Spirit of the Mount, Rider! It's a pleasure to have my first fight against another knight! I hope you don't mind if I start things out. Surely a Knight of the Spear should be fast enough to meet my charge!"

And with that, Rider stirred Karushka into an earnest charge. To the human eye, Rider's horse seemed to break the distance at the blink of an eye, deceptively fast for a steed bearing the monumental weight of Rider's mountain-like form. However, to a Servant, its speed was just as expected. Avidly, Rider rode forth, eager for his spear to clash against his opponent's.

Fate/『 』Märchen

Knight of Possibility

Hibiya Park Field,
Chiyoda Ward

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@Reflection

Karushka soon made its descent onto an open field within the heart of Eastern Tokyo. It was this park that Rider believed would be the perfect place to begin the Holy Grail War in earnest. Indeed, there were few other locations within the city that could have been more fitting, as unbeknownst to Rider, many of his enemies indeed flocked the center of this vast metropolis as well. Even then, this particular park seemed to also have a sort of historical connection to the Motherland as well, vague as it may be. As Karushka finally landed onto the snowy field, Rider dismounted at once, offering a hand to Snegurochka so that she may come off as well.

"What do you think, Miledi? It isn't too cold for you, right?" Rider laughed at his own joke, scratching behind Karushka's ear while looking out to the snow-filled landscape.

"Such an open place in the middle of this city's bound to draw some attention from our enemies. Open enough so that I don't have to be too careful with my strength, too! All we need to do is wait for any challengers... Miledi, has Milord fitted you with some sort of way to draw attention to us? As much as I'd like to proclaim a challenge vocally, I wouldn't want to wake the rest of the city with my bellowing voice! We might draw the wrong kind of attention with that."

Rider procured his weapon, a mighty spear fit more for slaying titanic beasts rather than fighting other heroes. It looked unwieldy, too heavy to deliver swift thrusts, but in Rider's hands it looked as light as the air. Indeed, all of Rider's weapons were made with his mighty strength in mind, as most mundane weapons that he had wielded in the past (including the broken sword his Master utilized as a catalyst) broke under the might of his monstrous strength alone. Leading Karushka a few meters away from Snegurochka, Rider took a deep breath as he awaited his first challenger, his arms flexing with anticipation as Rider felt his strength well within.