Kazemitsu

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red ignored the forced excitement and just instructed the girl. Very few people actually enjoyed training from what he had seen in his village and during his travels. Still he observed and used the stick to help correct her footwork or how she held herself. Gently nudging her limbs in a specific manner. Despite her 'defeats' she was learning. It took a good bit of time to get good at anything and there wasn't much of a rush to bring up her fighting capabilities.

"The good thing is you know nothing about melee combat. So you have no bad habits to break, a clean slate to work with." He said as her stick was knocked from her grasp again. Time passed as the pair trained her. She was progressing but probably not as fast as she'd like. Even natural born fighters didn't progress despite tutelage. After some time and it was clear Druid Girl was done. She was clearly tired so they'd stop for now.

Her comment made him let off a brief laugh. "Yes there is a lot to take in. Not just yourself but also your opponent. But that's a lesson for another day." He stated as a casual flick of his wrist sent his stick flying off into the woods nearby. She asked who taught the pair how to fight. Archer Girl mentioned quite a few people, most of which seemed to be family members. "Hand to hand I taught myself, every person in my tribe has their own way of fighting with their body. But I learned weapon fighting from my great-grandfather. He was the weapon master of the tribe before he passed away." Big Red continued.

Then the growl from the dark skinned girls stomach came. Which apparently embarrassed her to no end. He never understood why the females of the pink races got embarrassed by their bodily noises and functions. A gesture towards the town with a slight shrug followed. "Lets go then before she decides we'll be a fitting meal." He stated before turning towards the town and started to walk. The two girls might want to bathe after food, but he hadn't worked up any sweat. He was the cleanest of the bunch today!

Relics of the First Age

Heavy footsteps were just barely heard over the crowds of people talking among themselves, or shopping in the stalls. Feng was moving at an almost lazy pace through the crowds, the common folk moving out of the huge mans way when they noticed him. In one hand was a giant axe, the haft of it being used as a walking stick and the blade covered by a leather 'sheathe'. In the other he was a partially eaten smoked ham hock. His eyes, almost hidden by the shadow of his brow, observed the packed streets. The whisperings of the coronation coming from multiple directions.

That really was the only reason why he had come to this city. He wanted to see the new king with his own eyes, hear what he had to say. Would he be a worthy king? Or a puppet of the Faith sweeping across the land denying people a useful tool. The closer he had gotten to these lands and to this kingdom the more wary he got. There was no tolerance for magic, a death sentence for any practitioner most likely. But luckily his Relic, that ebony coin, was safely hidden and its effects impossible to tell without some sort of magical sensory.

As he had wandered the main areas of the city he had heard where a major event would be taking place. The coliseum, which was interesting. He didn't think there would have been a combat portion, he had never heard of a king actually fighting anything. But then again those stories may have been severely outdated. He did live on a mountain for his whole life, only choosing now to actually travel somewhere beyond the safety of his territory.

But here was a good question. What the hell was a coliseum? He'd have to stop and ask...or just follow the more mobile crowds direction. He'd stay away from the side roads for now and stay on this main one.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red gave a low sigh before stepping back from Archer Girl. It seemed like Druid Girl wasn't a visual learner, and despite moving slow she hadn't followed what his feet had done. He rubbed the back of his neck while watching he two girls interact. "Focus on the foot work. Upper body can come later since weapon fighting is mostly edge alignment. A staff has no edge." He said as he moved off to the side away from the two. She was willing to try and that's what really mattered, with proper footwork she could actually move away from danger without exposing herself to the pointy bits of it.

He watched the two with a critical eye to correct mistakes on both girls. "If I were human sized I'd just put your feet on my own and teach you the movements that way...but I'm just a little too big." He mused as the day progressed. Learning the sweeping footwork wasn't hard until you started to go faster. Hell maybe if they got higher ranked and got more money he could hire a proper monk to teach them all. He was basic and instinctual, advanced things were beyond him.

In This Fine Town Of Arkham - A Lovecraftian Mystery

Drachen glanced between the coachman and the smaller woman when she speaks up after the driver. Was there an issue being early? He didn't imagine the man getting a lot of time to socialize, and judging by his quietness and dourness he probably didn't even want to. Then the girl reciprocated his greeting, which earned her a nod of that great and shaggy head. "Yes, strangely enough. He replied before his eyes turned out to look at the youth picking his pace up towards the carriage.

A short moment later and they were instructed to keep their masks on and go by aliases from this point onward. That just got a nod in response, so Mister Red huh? It made sense considering the mask he slipped on was blood red, angry looking, with a couple horns. He only had it because it was a gift from a fellow overseas, he had gone to Japan and returned with souvenirs for friends. But still, Mister Red, Lady Gold, and Mister Cobalt when the youth finally got to the carriage. The little door was opened and the woman was allowed in first, which was normal. Ladies before gentlemen and all that jazz.

The boy offered for Drachen to go second since he had arrived last. This got a shrug before he got in. Although his weight did rock the carriage on its axles. His size and weight were seemingly an absolute rarity. A normal sized man with his weight would probably have great difficulty just walking and breathing! But either way, he settled into the carriage opposite Lady Gold and tried to keep his legs and feet to himself while nearly taking up the whole seat. If the two university students had read fiction they could try and pin him as a fantasy ogre.

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.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Big Red gave Druid Girl a look, she was listening but the little glimmers in her eyes said she wasn't believing what he was saying about exercising. "Always think in baby steps when it comes to physical capabilities. If you can comfortably do twenty push-ups today, you should be able to do twenty-one in a couple days. Same with anything physical whether it's strength related or stamina related." He said while giving the pair a slight flex show. He clearly didn't develop these muscles over-night, that build was one built on dedication to the physical arts and he clearly didn't expect them to even try and match his might. You didn't need immense strength to cast magic or shoot an arrow.

While in his stance he watched Archer Girl correct how she held herself with light movements. He remembered his own instructors smack where he was wrong with a walking stick. But not everyone learned through pain, he doubted bonking the poor girl would help her improve anything, if anything it'd probably have the complete opposite effect. "Once you get used to it and learn the footwork it's very easy to fight like this. Even with a weapon, because this is one of the basic stances for all forms of melee weaponry." He explained while catching the stick that Archer Girl tossed to him.

So she knew it as well despite being an Archer? He was genuinely surprised but let her say her piece as well. She gave the go ahead to strike, clearly aiming to block an overhead. The stick was held in his left hand, which coincided with his back leg. "I'm not going to be moving as fast as I can by the way, you wouldn't be able to watch the footwork that way." He said before his back leg swept in then forward in a crescent movement. The only point he was truly not balanced was when his foot barely tapped his other foot and left a trail of dust and a streak of lightly disturbed soil.

Now his left was leading, which if she looked at his upper body meant his left hand was now leading as well. The stick came up before it came down almost as if he were flicking it, but when it came into contact with Archer's stick there was a loud crack of wood on wood and he was putting some force behind it and was pushing down and forward to make Archer go down and back. He wasn't using his full strength, but about the same as your typical adult human male swinging. "Your feet never leave the ground until you're good with the stance. You lead with your weak hand and follow with your strong." Big Red stated before continuing. "If you want to try just speak up, I've found few learn by watching and more by doing or experiencing."

Relics of the First Age

@Sep No @ for me, and yes towards the start of page 1 XD I think I even sent you a pm to let you know it was done

Relics of the First Age

Iono who accepted x.x

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.