Kazemitsu

The Devil Hunter Agency

As Kaze moved to catch up with Beniha he was growing increasingly more annoyed. These damn woods were hindering him and he couldn't just level the place or use his more widespread attacks. He needed to move someplace more open, and he could not walk on water. When he caught up a little he took note a good portion of the swarm of bugs were solely focused on him. "I'm gonna let you take care of this situation. I'll handle the bugs." He stated while his wing-like arm swung out.

It caught a rather large trees branch and swung him up into the air. This wasn't just a little baby height gain, he was very much airborne, a dozen stories up. The bugs that had been gunning for him followed him up. It was kind of interesting to see them so blindly focused on him, but that just made his oncoming task easier. Turning in mid-air he waited for a bug to approach before he gave it a thrust kick, splattering it like the rest that met his touch and sending him further up into the air.

Normally in the air options were limited when it came to movement. But the swarming bugs, spreading out now, made for good rebounding points. He might not be able to run fast but every time a bug came to him he struck it, and was blasted off in the opposite direction. His blows weren't wild at this point, they were calculated to send him to another target, like an elaborate game of ping pong or pinball. As he zipped through the air, back and forth up and down and cross-ways, a greenish smog was trailing behind him. Acidic vapor was pouring from his mouth as he 'flew'. Any bug that tried flying through it began to melt into a nasty sludge that rained onto the ground below. He wasn't one of the strongest in his branch just because of his physical prowess, with proper preparation he could cause massive damage in a wide-spread area like he was doing right now.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Drachen's eyes had lazily wandered during his walk through the dark streets, small globes of light from the lamps that were quick to dim the further out the light went. During his lumbering, and lazy, stride he took note of the people. He wasn't famous per-se, but he was a rarity. A rarity that had no issues leaving a mugger broken in an alley. Leaving behind the mumbled shushed voices he approached the edge of town that bordered the Wilde Wood. A carriage, black and expensive looking, was there with a singular coachman. He didn't care about the mans attire, but that shotgun let him know things weren't peaceful in the woods. Most likely for coyotes.

An exchange of invitation and glances was all there were. Neither man had any words for the other. With the invitation back in hand he tucked it into the inner chest pocket of his enormous coat. He was dressed decent, but he wasn't a materialistic man. Not to mention his size made it so everything he had was custom made, which jacked up the prices of clothing and footwear. He did move off to the side, lingering near the rear of the carriage instead of getting into it. Staying in such a small thing for a long time would destroy his knees.

A brief wait and a well dressed woman came up the street. A different set of hushed murmurs and voices trailing after her. If he had been a vagrant he would have labeled her as the perfect target to hit for immediate money. Still she approached and handed the driver her own invitation before it was returned to her. The driver spoke, saying they were early. Well it was better to be early than to be late, right? The pair were left waiting in silence for any others to show. But the big man wasn't too fond of silences. "Evenin', miss..." He rumbled out. His voice matching that frame easily, like deep rolling thunder. If he owned a hat he might have tipped it, but he wasn't really fond of head gear. They looked silly and not to mention it made his wild mane sit funny when worn for too long.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red looked between the two girls. Archer Girl was clearly thinking about something while they moved out of the town to the fields beyond the walls. He did watch Druid Girl work, shooing away animals and checking for spiky plants. That second part got a raised eyebrow. He knew pain was something to be avoided, but minor pains could help build a greater tolerance to the bigger pains. Eh different people different desires.

"You'd be surprised what one afternoon of exercises can do for you." He said before shaking his head at her question of balance. "That's more acrobatic balance. I'm talking more of a combat balance." He explained before shifting his stance from just standing there. His feet were spread to shoulder width, one was slipped forward a bit, and his knees were in line with his toes. "This is the balance I mean. Even if another lizardman were here and tackled me I wouldn't fall and it's versatile for melee." He stated before leaning back, leaning forward, then to the sides. His feet never moved with his upper-bodies movements.

"If you can use this stance you'll excel in a physical fight, and from there I can show you proper foot movements that'll let you keep this balance even while shifting location or dodging." The behemoth stated before turning his attention to Archer Girl. It seemed speaking wasn't something he was good at multi-tasking with. "We have all afternoon, we can start with the easy balance training. Sparring with sticks. Or we can do the physical training you mentioned. I'd have had you walk and shoot but...we lack a target that won't break the arrows." He said while leaving the decision to them. He could go in any of those directions with the two girls. Although he was a bit wary with the sparring...neither of them had shown they were particularly skilled in melee combat...

Relics of the First Age

Hider

Name: Feng
Age: 29
Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: No one except those he Respects, currently Uk'Dhar.

Relic Description:
The relic is a perfect disc made of some sort of black metal. It looks to have glyphs carved into it along the outer edge from a long dead language.

• Strength: When the relic is activated his already impressive strength rises even further to frightening levels.
• Speed/Reflexes: Like his strength his speed and reflexes increase beyond normal human capabilities, which is a great boon for the giant.
• Endurance: His body toughens to the point he might as well not even wear armor when he has this aspect active, this includes being highly resistant to harsh elements.

Appearance:

Feng is a behemoth of a human male standing at six feet and eight inches tall with darkly tanned and heavily scarred skin. His eyes are gunmetal gray and set deep in his sockets, his heavy brow making them shadowed. In his portrait is his battle garb, normally he'd be wearing thick cloth pants and sleeveless shirt with a leather belt and boots. All of which are tan or brown.

Flaws:

• Stubborn: Sometimes seen as good, but he's very set in his way of thinking and how he does things and refuses to do otherwise.
• Angry: He's a very angry individual, thankfully it's kept in control, mostly about how he feels people are blinded by unquestioning faith.
• Blunt: He says things as bluntly as possible, going right to the point without using soft language. Very undiplomatic.
• Anti-Social: He's not one for large groups of people, or people in general really.
• Reactionary: Sometimes he reacts to things without thinking, commonly in a violent manner, which can cause many issues.
• Violent: He's a violent man and will choose to use actions instead of words. Like punching a noble in the snoz for a verbal slight.

Skills:

• Craftsman: Due to living alone for a long time he has learned to craft his own things. Weapons, Armor, Utilities, his cabin, and furniture.
• Weapon Use: He knows his way around various melee weapons. He found they follow a lot of the same attack patterns and abuses this, like using an axe like one would a sword.
• Herbalist: He lives in the wilds, through trial and error he has learned the properties of various plants and what they might be useful for.
• Tracking: He can track to a degree, it's not his best skill though.
• Fisticuffs: When all else fails, a good punch to the face is always a good thing. Through all the brawls he has been n he has learned effective ways of giving a beat down and avoiding one himself. This includes grappling and wrestling.
• Rage: It's less of a skill and more of a...situational capability. He can trigger and use his often hidden anger to improve his physical capabilities like taking more hits without feeling it and hitting harder with fist or weapon.

Biography:
Feng genuinely doesn't talk about his past much unless it's related to something going on right now. He chose the life of a hermit in the northern mountains of Azukhar. Really he came from Kingdom of Cellhád but he wasn't one for toeing the line and trying to prove himself for some usurp-able position. He had no desire for those kinds of politics, or politics in general. So he moved far north. The harsh wilderness tempered the youthful Feng during his travels, and when he settled down it only got better.

He knew he was on top of the dwarven communities, he rarely traded with them when he truly needed something. Most of his time spent in the mountains was spent on digging into the stone for ores, crafting various weapons to fill what time wasn't spent mining, and surviving. He could hunt and trap just not very well, there were stories of a giant man wrestling bears in nearby villages.

One day was special though, while he was mining his pick struck something with a immense shower of sparks. He discovered some sort of black-ish coin with little glyphs along its edge. Upon touching it a strange warmth coursed through his body. Something magic was at work but he didn't think much of it and pocketed the coin to inspect. He had work to do, and strangely seemed to have more energy to continue working.

It wasn't until a few weeks later he was figuring out what was happening, the Coin was doing something magical to him. But magic was outlawed, not that the laws really applied out in the mountains. He was starting to wonder if magic was as terrible a thing as that church spewed back when he was traveling through the kingdoms. So being the hermit revel he was he began practicing use with the Coin Relic to learn what it could do.

Luckily the Relic was simplistic and didn't take very long to figure out. It boosted his physical capabilities, one at a time, for as long as he had energy to sustain it. This wasn't a bad thing, so he had to wonder again why that church was so adamant about these things being evil. He was already a self imposed exile, so what would it hurt to investigate. He had no social standing to lose. So blocking up his cavernous home, his mining was to make a cave, with a giant boulder he left the mountains to get answers. Logical answers.

Personality/motivation:
Feng is a simple man mostly driven by survival. Living a life mostly in solitude in the cold northern mountains does not exactly build, or reveal, a sound mind. He's quiet and wary, if paid attention to they'd notice (if they could see his eyes) that they'd be in constant motion looking at people and looking for exits to a room. Despite his wary nature, and probably not being of sound mind, he can be a fairly kind man. He's just...brusque in his ways of showing it.

When he's provoked however the wariness is gone, and so is any form of kindness. Anger ensues, which leads to him lashing out. Many would call it childish behavior, meeting words with violence. Feng calls it "Not dealing with fancily worded bullshit." He meets verbal slights against him, or those he may come to care about, with physical violence. Physical slights, well they get violence as well but it's ramped up to ten. He utterly hates being touched without his permission, but if it's a greeting (hand shake, forearm grab, etc) or a friendly gesture he lets it slide.

Despite living in the mountains he has been growing more curious the more he hears about The Order of The Third Moon and why people so blindly follow it. He didn't believe magic to be something to be scared of, it was just another tool in the worlds arsenal.

Relations: Currently None.

Final Point - Secrets: Given the amount of scars no one would notice one on his chest. His Relic is actually between his skin and muscle and is barely noticeable.

Not done yet, getting tired and don't wanna lose progress

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Drachen

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Drachen Steinboden

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Character Summary

Name: Drachen Steinboden
Aliases: Ogre, Giant, The Big Man
Occupation: Part time Boxer, Shipping Owner
Age: 29
Birthplace: Chreilsheim Germany
Race/Ethnicty: Caucasian
Gender: Male

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Physical Attributes

Height: 6'4
Weight: 314lb
Build: Tall and Broad, he's a very big and well-built man
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Rough and Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Heavy scarring on his hands and arms

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Psychological Attributes

Observant * Angry * Empathetic * Envious * Protective * Stubborn

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Likes:

• Boxing
• Being Successful
• Cigars
• Smoking Pipes
• Parties
• Quiet Areas

Dislikes:

• His Disease (Acromegaly)
• Dressing Up
• Hoity Toity People
• Illegal Drugs
• Deception
• Abusers/Bullies

Fears:

• Dying Alone
• Very Small Spaces
• Losing Himself

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Oh you'd be surprised by the traits (cuz those are my own real life ones XD) but I'll change things about

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Drachen

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Drachen Steinboden

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Character Summary

Name: Drachen Steinboden
Aliases: Ogre, Giant, The Big Man
Occupation: Part time Boxer, Shipping Owner
Age: 29
Birthplace: Chreilsheim Germany
Race/Ethnicty: Caucasian
Gender: Male

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Physical Attributes

Height: 6'4
Weight: 314lb
Build: Tall and Broad, he's a very big and well-built man
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Rough and Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Heavy scarring on his hands and arms

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Psychological Attributes

Observant * Angry * Empathetic * Envious * Protective * Stubborn

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Likes:

• Boxing
• Being Successful
• Cigars
• Smoking Pipes
• Parties
• Quiet Areas

Dislikes:

• His Disease (Acromegaly)
• Dressing Up
• Hoity Toity People
• Illegal Drugs
• Deception
• Abusers/Bullies

Fears:

• Dying Alone
• Very Small Spaces
• Losing Himself

I can't really find a picture of him, but just imagine an okay dressed Mr. Hyde from Van Helsing (The one with Hugh Jackman)

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Those gold colored eyes glanced at Druid Girl before he shrugged. "Something is better than nothing and the plants wouldn't have gone to waste." He said as the two settled on not going into the sewer. Honestly he could probably go it alone, but why tempt fate? Something bigger than rats and bugs could be hiding in the sewer what with only a rusty grate being the only defense in the ditches outside of town.

So they'd have a free day apparently, and Druid Girl tossed some ideas around. Then Archer Girl mentioned training or talking to get to know each other. "There's plenty of light left in the day, could do some training, talking, and such." He stated before catching on that neither knew what his people did in their off time. Assuming they ever had any. Which was a given since neither traveled to the marshes and swamps on the southern area of the continent.

"Personally I think we should do some training and not just in things you're good at." Big Red said, he could teach them some of his foot work and balanced stances. The pair were smaller than him so being tackled by something would be easier to knock them to the ground than himself. A mental blink made his brain stop, he had only known the pair of girls for a few days. Was he growing attached to them? Maybe. He was probably just feeling lonely since had been away from home for a good while. He did walk to palisade town after all.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

I'll drop my interest in here to branch out from my usual genre of rp

Bronze Castle's Spikes

So I'm gonna assume this died since the discord is gone and it's been 18 days?