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The Devil Hunter Agency

The Warped Reality

Name: Rufus.
Title: The Warped Reality.
Age: Indeterminate.
Gender: Unknown.
Race: Eldritch Horror.

Abilities:
Rufus can perform one act with complete mastery, such that for any other being to even attempt it without complete dedication to the art instills upon him an unfathomable enmity for them. Rufus is without peer in the creation of Portals. It is how he entered reality, after all, and it this ability that marks his place as a terror upon the world.

Shape. Diameter. Duration. Distance. Location. Time. No factor not perceived or conceived can limit the creation of his portals, such that reality itself bends like a servant supplicating before its sovereign usurper.

Personality:
A sloven being enraptured with the mortals occupying a tiny speck in the grand cosmic opera occupying a single channel amidst countless possibilities. He carries himself casually, inviting ridicule from his shameless ways as he indulges in laziness, vagrancy, and petty pranks. A being who would life no finger in his own defense should a mugger see him stabbed in the gutter for a loaf of moldy bread, only to laugh through closing wounds at the cruelty humans can visit upon one another when pushed to their lowest points.

Rufus is mercurial, prone to long bouts of lounging only to be struck by the indomitable need to enter action, pursuing a rush like a man possessed at the expense of all else, before crawling away to a sofa dumped upon the highest peak of a rancid scrapyard.

Background:
An outsider among both Demons and Humans, he exists amidst the dregs of both, mingling at his leisure and twisting them both for his pleasure. Holding little to no martial or magical might, he looks a gnat antagonizing even novice Devil Hunters, yet not a one has survived to tell tale of him that didn't go without the distinct impression it was only at his amusement they carried onwards.

For all good heroes know that their stories can meet a sudden and anti-climactic end should a writer put pen to paper those most dreaded words, "Rocks fall, the party dies."

And Rufus is never far from a healthy supply of large boulders.

Denizens of the Madhouse

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[center]Name: Rufus.
Title: The Warped Reality.
Age: Indeterminate.
Gender: Unknown.
Race: Eldritch Horror.

Abilities:
Rufus can perform one act with complete mastery, such that for any other being to even attempt it without complete dedication to the art instills upon him an unfathomable enmity for them. Rufus is without peer in the creation of Portals. It is how he entered reality, after all, and it this ability that marks his place as a terror upon the world.

Shape. Diameter. Duration. Distance. Location. Knowledge. Time. No factor not perceived or conceived can limit the creation of his portals, such that reality itself bends like a servant supplicating before its sovereign usurper.

Personality:
A sloven being enraptured with the mortals occupying a tiny speck in the grand cosmic opera occupying a single channel amidst countless possibilities. He carries himself casually, inviting ridicule from his shameless ways as he indulges in laziness, vagrancy, and petty pranks. A being who would life no finger in his own defense should a mugger see him stabbed in the gutter for a loaf of moldy bread, only to laugh through closing wounds at the cruelty humans can visit upon one another when pushed to their lowest points.

Rufus is mercurial, prone to long bouts of lounging only to be struck by the indomitable need to enter action, pursuing a rush like a man possessed at the expense of all else, before crawling away to a sofa dumped upon the highest peak of a rancid scrapyard.

Background:
An outsider among both Demons and Humans, he exists amidst the dregs of both, mingling at his leisure and twisting them both for his pleasure. Holding little to no martial or magical might, he looks a gnat antagonizing even novice Devil Hunters, yet not a one has survived to tell tale of him that didn't go without the distinct impression it was only at his amusement they carried onwards.

For all good heroes know that their stories can meet a sudden and anti-climactic end should a writer put pen to paper those most dreaded words, "Rocks fall, the party dies."

And Rufus is never far from a healthy supply of large boulders.

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The Devil Hunter Agency

Beep beep I'm an interested sheep.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

"No, no, really, you're hair is just as lovely." Lorelai tittered, her expression bright and carefree as Muramasa Kenjo's sister fawned over her all the unguarded enthusiasm of youthful innocence. A feeling the blonde was all too happy to mirror, nearly losing herself in such isle pleasantries were there not the tantalizing prospect that had brought her to the Smith's home, that being the re-forging of the shattered sword into a usable form.

It struck her as being odd that no one had taken an interest in working with such exotic material, but then again, the same feature's Kenjo's sister found intriguing, others took with a measure of disdain even the dense Dutch-Japanese could not be entirely ignorant of. That the De Windt blood had bred blonde for centuries didn't make her any less Japanese in her upbringing and speech!

"Oh, a Naginata sounds nice, but I've trained a lot in spears that can thrust and pivot between slashing and stabbing. Maybe something like a Yari would work better...yeah, a Muramasa Yari!" She replied to the intense young smith, inwardly bemused he was just as honest and outgoing as his sister in spite of his severe nature, bearing his passion with flinty eyes and muscles taut with the urge to hammer it into a new form. Taking hold of a hand from each Muramasa she let loose a cheer, "We'll make you're work famous, and then everyone visiting Kyoto will have to make the Musamasa forges a must see destiantion!"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

Not expecting her goading words to be answered, Kanbaru gaped in a fish-like fashion as she beheld the vision of a shirtless....leather-clad....wolf-man.

The white haired orca doubled over, laughter roaring from her lips as her chest heaved from the exertion of releasing her mirth for all to hear. Rearing back she thrust an accusing finger towards the shirtless man so easily offended by terms of station, a snicker preceding, "You are the spitting image of the phrase 'Dating what Daddy doesn't want'. Is the mistress of this castle some insecure maiden? Bwahahaha!"

It was all too much, such that even Caprice couldn't sour Kanbaru's good mood, nor could the oppressive feeling radiating from the walls that tried and failed to make her hairs stands on end. Phantom limbs reminded her of a far more intimate feeling of omni-presence and she brushed it aside with a snort that turned more mocking then amused.

Oh ho, so there are thieves here already? Well that only means there's something worth stealing in first place, and if we spot the thieves, we can liberate them of their ill-gotten goods for ourselves. She thought before leveling her plushie at the werewolf- It would be ridiculous to dress like that and not be one- and wreathing it in shifting waters. "Hey Fido, we'll think about getting that book your mistress wants if you have a mountain of treasure for us. Quid Pro Quo, am I right~?"

She certainly wasn't saying they had or hadn't stolen the book, but if the Butler wanted to think this was a ransom demand, Kanbaru wouldn't dissuade him of that notion.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

The trip to Kyoto was spent with Lorelai's face all but pressed to the windows of their bus, ogling the sights with a vocal amazement that made her look ever more the stranger in a foreign land her European ancestry portrayed her as. It made her fortunate then that she hadn't brought a camera, clumsily forgotten along with the neon teal fanny pack she'd gotten to carry it, lost beneath a discarded pillowcase as she ran from her room to make it to the field trip departure point promptly.

All this went to say she was a starry eyed youth taking in the conference with an almost undue reverence for the speakers, especially the smiths for which she went out of her way to hound down when they had a moment to roam. She made a memorable sight, lugging a lacquered box under her arm and showing to various masters of their craft to see if any had an interest in working on it. This in turn lead to a great many disappointments, what with smith's on the hunt for bulk orders of a more commercial variety, and not the pet projects of students with minimal funds and social graces.

Yet being nothing if not persistent, the Dutch-Japanese student had come upon a man whose name no longer elicited the same glee in the buyers as it had in Lorelai, a descendant of Muramasa himself now interested in re-forging the broken magic-annulling sword into something she could use! Just the thought of it had her absolutely giddy everywhere she went afterwards, bouncing on the balls of her feet throughout the entire tour through various schools of exorcism.

It's all so....COOL! She cried out internally, actually far too distracted daydreaming to really take to heart any of the talk. Comforted by her own use of the basics of talismans and not really feeling an affinity for magic like some others did, they all pleasantly went in one ear and out the other.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"You know, guys, setting the dogs on us is usually the first sign you aren't welcome in an establishment. I'm starting to think we're burdened with a poor host if this is how she handles guests entering her home via interdimensional portal." Kanbaru's snark flowed with all the ease of her plushie's Water Echo, both weapon and it's aquatic shadow pummeling lupine flora with disgusting ease. These were nothing more then canon fodder after all, threatening only in how they drew attention from true threats and the weight of numbers pressing against you. Given castle hallways weren't that big, there was little to fear from the latter possibility.

"Really, not even a handsome butler to offer to take our coats? I'd take an innocent maid balking at our outlandish clothes." Her plushies settled across her shoulder as her empty hand lashed outwards, grasping upon all the water she'd splashed about pummeling wolves and raising them as a storm of skewering spines to mince what foliage was caught between them.

It would have been cool if a wolf wasn't smacked with such force it smashed a trench through her icicles, causing the water user to turn and balk at the feline being hovering around a shockingly aggressive Akiko. "Sheesh, kitty, did that Serei turn you into a battle maniac? I thought that was the knight's job, but now you've gotten another cat to boot!"

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

For someone so disinclined to learning magic- Or really, any form of higher education that didn't require repetition or brute force- Lorelai found that these classes on the finer points of magic served better as a relaxing story time. It was a touch ironic she chose to imbibe the hidden truths of the world like a child does fairy tales, but they fueled her desire to get out of the classroom and improve her martial skills. Her body practically hummed in its seat, having gone beyond recovering from her encounter under the blood moon.

She'd made a substantial breakthrough and itched to put it to use, her own shadow a poor substitute to a target who could think and react. Looking at her permission slip, it struck her that this might be a great opportunity to get her spoils forged into a proper weapon and get someone to break it in on. But before that, they did have to sort out who they'd be rooming with.

Naturally she found her eye drawn to the commotion of everyone fawning over Koyuki, her fluffy ears white triangles of hippieness personified that made the Dutch-Japanese girl strain to keep her hands from reaching out to pet them. That way lay inescapable depredation and endless petting! To save herself from that tempatation and the further enticement of the Yuki-onna getting awfully close to skinship, Lorelai quickly approached the least lily-like person in the room.

"Aurelius, do you want to room with me?!" The blonde asked, head bouncing and setting her heavy braid to thrash like a snake in the midst of swallowing it's meal. Her eyes sparkled with intensity, focusing entirely on the Pendragon heir with her hands clasped together over her school bag. "I don't snore and I wake up super early, so you can sleep in while I get my morning routine in. It'll be dandy."

Skills Learned

Ranks 1 & 2- Follow Up: Allows the user to chain two or more techniques together in a single action, depending on level (maximum level 3 with 4 techniques chained together). They can be consecutive or simultaneous.
Total Cost: 4 Skill Points.

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

The avian GMG laughed in a stilted fashion, finding herself uncomfortable being propositioned by someone who- by all accounts- she owed both Setsuna and her own freedom to. Not that she was surprised by the interest, but the timing was rather poor, all things considered. Perhaps this was Utena's response to stress? Made as much sense any other response.

Taking the escape when she saw it, Yeshua darted to pick up the bottle of water with it's considerably bendy straw from her own bedside table- No surprise that the chained former-MFF officer wasn't provided one- and held it for Utena to drink while a newcomer carrying a familiar psychic fox walked in alongside a friendly face. "Oh, hey there, Fishcake. Agent Mulder. Umm, new person. Should I just go with Skully?"

The matter of nicknames for strangers was shelved with word of a new GMG attack, leaving the bird to quirk her head, struck by how oddly active everything was all of a sudden. She also recalled quite clearly how her last attempt to help went and found her heart quickening with dread to go out there again. "We wouldn't be so lucky as to have this sister show up faaaaaar away from where the MFF can deploy, would we?"

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

With Rose lollygagging and monsters already before them, Kanbaru shrugged and decided she may as well take first swing at the monsters. She noted the ones around her weren't exactly the most prone to violence, the new boy notwithstanding as a complete unknown, so it didn't seem anyone would complain. Giving him one last hearty clap to the shoulder she strolled past, head turned to give an appreciating whistle as she took in Akiko's strange new Serei hovering over her shoulder. Funny since she didn't see her summon it, but then again, there was a lot going on.

"Funny how the trickster wants things straight forward." She murmured with a measure of bitterness passing Caprice, and quickly channeled that ire into a Quick Dash forward. Kanbaru emerged before the nearest thorn beast and grasped her whale plushie with both hands upon its tail. Spurred by intent it was encased in water, creating an echo of the whale as she swung underhanded against her foes jaw. And while the physical blow was far greater then what such a soft weapon would imply, the water echo itself struck after, hitting with the force of surface tension like concrete against a plant wolf's jaw.